Quick Wear: Is the Lord God showing double standards again today?

"This is too hasty. Taking a cat as a disciple, Fuyao Immortal Venerable is really unique."

"That's right, but don't tell me if this proves we both have a chance. Do you think I should get some small fish to dry out?"

"I have fed Xiaobai from the Immortal Fuyao family before. Will it choose me?"

“I’ve fed it too!”

"........."

Ruan Junhuai didn't have any thoughts after hearing this. He had been in the sect for about two years and had heard of the legend of the Fuyao Immortal Venerable. He heard that he was extremely powerful and gifted, and that he could become an Immortal Venerable at such a young age. He was considered the number one person in the Qingyu Immortal Sect.

However, he has a cold personality and rarely appears in public, so the disciples in the sect know bits and pieces about him.

But the idea of ​​using a cat to choose an apprentice is far from the rumored character of him, and it seems that he is not so out of touch with the world.

Soon a little white cat appeared in everyone's sight. It first looked around with its green eyes, and then its eyes lit up as if it saw its target.

He ran towards the man with a quick little cat step, even ignoring the female cultivator who took out some dried fish.

Finally, under everyone's attention, he sat down next to the boy's legs, acting like a spoiled child, rubbing his ankles while meowing, and looking up at him with his beautiful emerald eyes as if wanting a hug.

Ruan Junhuai felt the soft touch of the kitten and was a little overwhelmed. He had never had a pet before and didn't know how to hold it.

Chu Hanxi reminded from a distance, "Xiao Huai, hurry up and hold it!"

Ruan Junhuai hesitated for a moment before bending down and picking up the little white cat. He had just heard the female cultivator call the cat's name, so he tentatively asked, "Xiaobai?"

"Meow~" Xiaobai closed his eyes and rubbed Ruan Junhuai's neck with a look of enjoyment.

Xiaobai is very clean. He may be close to his owner often, and he has been stained with the same flower fragrance. He is a small, fragrant and soft white ball.

Ruan Junhuai always felt that the breath was a little familiar, but suddenly he couldn't remember it.

"So, has Xiaobai chosen his junior apprentice?" A female cultivator said with a bit of regret, but she also felt that the scene before her was very pleasing to the eye.

The delicate boy held a snow-white dumpling in his arms, and when he looked at the dumpling, his eyes were filled with love and brightness that he himself did not know.

"This is unfair!" Mo Yun was not recognized by Xiao Bai and felt indignant. He was obviously the first in the competition.

Why can a cat, a disciple who has only been here for a few years, get the position he has dreamed of for more than ten years? He doesn't accept it and doesn't want to accept it!

Ruan Junhuai ignored Mo Yun's angry glare and teased Xiaobai in his arms. When he saw him patting his hands with the paw pads of his retracted claws, his eyebrows curved.

Although Qionglin thought this was indeed nonsense, who told his beloved junior brother to choose this way? After all, he was choosing a disciple for him, so it was better to follow his wishes. Otherwise, if he got angry, he would have to go into seclusion for more than ten years.

"Okay, the disciple of Fuyao Immortal Venerable has been chosen, and it's you. What's your name?" Qionglin looked at the person who was happily playing with the cat.

Ruan Junhuai raised his head and replied, "Ruan Junhuai, Eryuan Ruan, Jun as in gentleman, Huai as in nostalgia."

"It's a nice name. As for the token of your entry into the sect..." Qionglin glanced at Nanfeng and said with a smile, "It's the little white in your arms."

Ruan Junhuai: ...?

He looked at Xiaobai in his arms, and both saw shock in each other's eyes.

Is his master a bit stingy?

Nan Feng thought to himself that Qionglin should not be allowed to set foot in Xiaoshifang again for nearly ten years.

But after all, Qionglin had said it, and he didn't say anything else.

"As for the apprenticeship gift, you can discuss it in Xiaoshifang. Okay, let's continue to choose a master. That one is called... Mo Yun, right?" Qionglin did not give Ruan Junhuai a chance to regret and began to ask Mo Yun.

Although Mo Yun was angry, he still bowed and replied, "Yes, my disciple."

"Except for Immortal Fuyao, you can choose anyone else as your master. I, your junior brother, am rigid in accepting disciples based on fate. If there is no fate, don't force it. With your qualifications, you will definitely achieve great things in the future, right?" Qionglin hit him with a stick and gave him a sweet date, trying to use praise to dispel the disciple's idea.

Who knew Mo Yun was such a stubborn person? "Disciple Mo Yun came here only for the Immortal Master Fuyao! Since the Immortal Master can accept a person who has been cultivating for two years as his disciple based on fate, why can't he accept another disciple? I don't think I am inferior to him!"

Qionglin was helpless. "Why are you so stubborn?"

He wanted to persuade her not to crash into a tree and die. "You..."

"I will only accept one disciple in this life."

The sound that suddenly came out was low and pleasant, as if it came from a distant valley, with a sense of emptiness, and it seemed to be close to my ears, lingering tightly in my ears.

The disciples below immediately widened their eyes.

Nanfeng walked to the edge of the pavilion. The people below could only see a white figure standing on top but could not see its face clearly.

"I only accept those who are destined to be with me. Since Xiaobai has chosen him, then he is the one. Ruan Junhuai, are you willing to be my only disciple?" Nanfeng stood high up and looked down at everyone, but his eyes could only hold that one person.

Ruan Junhuai looked up at the white figure on the pavilion in the sky. Although he couldn't see the man's eyes clearly, he was sure that he could see him.

The only disciple? It sounds really exciting.

Mo Yun gritted his teeth and insisted, "Immortal Fuyao, I am no less talented than him. In fact, my cultivation is higher than his. I don't understand why the word fate alone can negate all my efforts."

He was very angry and confused, and he even stopped paying attention to his own name. He was questioning whether Nanfeng's choice was right or not, and only thought that he was worthy of being Nanfeng's apprentice.

He insisted on cultivating immortality since he was young just to stand here and become the disciple of the person he had a fleeting glimpse of when he was young. He admitted that he had selfish motives and just wanted to see that person again.

"One moment of cultivation does not represent one's lifetime cultivation. Your obsession will eventually harm you. Your Dao heart is already confused. Cause and effect are cyclical. I am neither your cause nor your result." Nan Feng's voice was so indifferent that no emotion could be heard.

He is not the original owner and will not inherit his karma. He only came for one person and he has no time to care about the others. "So, Ruan Jun, have you thought about it? To become my disciple, you must be able to endure hardships and hard work. The pressure you bear is greater than that of ordinary people. This is not simple and it is not just a casual statement."

If Little Stone were here, he would definitely complain that the south wind could make the poor little thing endure so much hardship, and the sky would probably fall!

Ruan Junhuai looked at the somewhat dejected Mo Yun, lowered his eyes, and knelt down under the gaze of everyone. "Disciple Ruan Junhuai greets Master! Please teach me!"

"Well done, Xiao Huai! Come on!" Chu Hanxi clapped his hands excitedly. With him as the leader, the others followed suit.

Nan Feng glanced at Qiong Lin and said, "Brother, the rest of the work will be handed over to you."

Qionglin patted Nanfeng's shoulder and said, "Go ahead, settle your little apprentice down, and bring him to my Qingxin Residence when you have time. Senior Brother won't keep you here any longer."

"Well, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Nanfeng bowed to the first and second elders and turned away.

Ruan Junhuai also took the cat and sat on the crane in Qionglin, and followed the south wind to Xiaoshifang.

Qionglin looked at the distraught Mo Yun below and shook his head helplessly. His junior brother was good in every way except that he was stubborn. Once he made up his mind, no one could say anything.

He said that he would only accept one disciple, and maybe he would really only accept this one disciple in his life. It would be a waste of this little disciple's sincere heart.

He has to clean up the mess.

It’s hard to be a human being, and it’s even harder to be a senior brother!

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