Warm my heart

Mo Yuan had actually never combed a child's hair, let alone such a young girl.

Faced with Zixi's messy hair, he actually felt a little at a loss as to where to start.

Moreover, this little guy has very high requirements and his hair must be combed to be "cute and beautiful".

Mo Yuan didn't know that this small request would become so complicated. He tried several times seriously.

But it always failed, either the hair was loose or tied too tightly, and Zixi would make little complaints from time to time.

However, Mo Yuan's patience was far greater than she expected. He tried again and again, and finally, he succeeded in combing out a cute little bun.

Zi Xi looked at herself in the water mirror. Although she was still wearing the Taoist robes of a little boy, she had a cute bun on her head, which made her look like a quirky little fairy child.

As she watched, she couldn't help laughing: "Master, Master, is it beautiful?"

Mo Yuan looked at her shining eyes and smiling face and nodded: "Yeah, it looks good."

Zixi was even more proud and smiled even more happily at herself in the mirror: "Wow, who is this cute little girl?"

She pinched her cute little face and moved her mouth slightly, and the little doll in the mirror moved with it, making her giggle.

"Hehe, it's me." Zi Xi said proudly, as if at this moment, she was the cutest little person in the world.

Mo Yuan stood aside, his brows slightly furrowed, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

This little disciple really loves beauty. He started to care about his appearance as soon as he transformed, and he looks in the mirror more enthusiastically than anyone else.

Mo Yuan sighed inwardly, feeling that his future path of cultivation would likely be filled with many twists and turns.

After the morning exercises, the fifteen disciples gathered around one by one, all staring eagerly at the little baby in Mo Yuan's arms.

Finally, someone spoke up boldly, "Master, Master, can we hold our little sister?"

Mo Yuan subconsciously hugged Zi Xi tighter, but when he saw those pairs of longing eyes, his heart couldn't help but waver.

In the end, although he was extremely reluctant, he still slowly handed Zi Xi over.

In an instant, Zi Xi was held in Die Feng's arms, and the other fourteen brothers and sisters all surrounded him, their eyes full of pampering and love.

"Junior sister, you are so cute!" The eldest disciple couldn't help but admire.

"Junior sister, your eyes are so big." The second disciple leaned closer to look at the pair of shining big eyes and couldn't help but praise them.

"Junior sister, your skin is so smooth." The third disciple gently stroked Zixi's little hand and exclaimed.

"Junior sister, your mouth is so juicy." The four disciples looked at the cute little mouth, as if they could feel the soft touch.

"Junior sister,..." Next, almost every disciple took turns praising Zi Xi, as if at this moment, she was the treasure of the entire Kunlun Xu.

Mo Yuan looked at this scene, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help feeling a little regretful, thinking that he shouldn't have let these brats hold Zixi.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, walked up with a dark face, and unceremoniously took Zi Xi back from Diefeng's arms.

"Alright, you guys continue practicing." Mo Yuan said in a deep voice, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

Zixi blinked, noticing the master's displeasure. She gently tugged at his sleeve with her little hand and asked softly, "Master, what's wrong?"

Mo Yuan looked at her concerned eyes and his heart softened instantly.

He sighed and said softly, "Master will take you to a place." After that, he held Zixi in his arms and walked steadily towards the top of the mountain.

Although Zixi didn't know where to go, he felt safe when his master held him like this.

She leaned obediently in Mo Yuan's arms, feeling the familiar and reassuring aura from him, and couldn't help but rely more on this master.

The light of dusk shone on the top of Kunlun Xu Mountain. Zi Xi was held firmly in Mo Yuan's arms. Following his footsteps, they soon reached the top of the mountain.

The scene before him made Zi Xi exclaim in amazement.

The sun in the sky is about to set, like a big red fireball, slowly sinking towards the horizon.

It has lost the dazzling light of the day, as if it has shed its golden coat and become gentle and soft.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed half the sky red, as if covering the stretching mountains and rivers with a layer of gauze, half red and half green, interweaving into a magnificent picture.

Although Zixi was young, he was also deeply attracted by the magnificent scenery and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Master, it's so beautiful!"

She is not one of those elegant literati who does not know how to use fancy words to describe things. She only knows how to simply express her feelings.

Mo Yuan smiled slightly and gently placed Zi Xi on his arm so that she could better appreciate the beautiful scenery.

Zixi snuggled up to her master's head, her eyes filled with curiosity and joy about the world.

Seen from a distance, the two figures, one big and one small, seem to merge into one under the reflection of the setting sun, outlining a quiet and warm picture.

"Have you heard? Lord Mo Yuan actually accepted a three-tailed fox as his disciple."

"I heard about it! It's really strange. My talent is obviously better than that fox, so why didn't the God take a fancy to me?"

"Oh, yeah, who would have thought."

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Kunlun Xu is particularly lively today. The sky is clear and the sun shines warmly on the earth, covering this holy place with a soft golden light.

The cranes circled in the sky, singing and dancing around Kunlun Xu, adding a sacred atmosphere to the upcoming grand ceremony of accepting disciples.

It has been a full month since Zi Xi transformed, and now is the time to officially hold the ceremony of accepting disciples.

Kunlun Xu was crowded with people inside and outside, and all the famous gods from all over the heavenly realm came to watch the ceremony.

Even Emperor Donghua, who has lived in Taichen Palace for a long time, made a rare appearance, which shows the importance of this matter in the world.

Diefeng stood aside, directing the ceremony in a loud voice: "Bow."

Zi Xi knelt down obediently before Mo Yuan, and then Die Feng continued, "Stand up."

Zixi stood up. Mo Yuan's eyes were gentle as he instructed again, "Bow again."

The whole process was solemn and everyone watched the ceremony with bated breath.

After the three bows were completed, Mo Yuan slowly spoke from the high platform, his voice low and majestic: "From today on, you are the sixteenth disciple of the God of War Mo Yuan, and your title is Goddess Zixi."

Little Zixi was kneeling in the audience, looking up at Mo Yuan with a smile in his eyes. His voice was filled with childishness and joy: "Yes, thank you, Master."

Her lovely childish voice, with its innocent sweetness, instantly made many people present feel pity for her, and they couldn't help but want to pick up this little baby and give her a big kiss.

After the ceremony, gods from all walks of life came forward and presented their carefully prepared gifts.

Even the usually aloof goddess of war Yaoguang sent someone to deliver a precious gift.

After everyone finished congratulating, they said goodbye and left one by one.