After being expelled from the sect, I became the villain mentor

This was also the first time Ling Cang saw Yu Nian drinking, and what he looked like after drinking...

Thinking of this, he was shocked. Could it be that Yu Nian had never drunk alcohol?

He was worried and secretly kept an eye on Yu Nian while eating. However, Yu Nian acted as usual, picking up the chopsticks and slowly putting the food into his mouth. Apart from the rosy cheeks, there was no sign of drunkenness. Only then did he feel relieved.

After dinner, Yu Nian walked towards the room calmly, looking very normal.

Then, it crashed straight into the door.

Yu Nian covered his red forehead in a daze, turned his head to look at Ling Cang, then stared at the door with deep hatred and stood there motionless.

Ling Cang called out tentatively, "Master?"

Yu Nian didn't answer, but stared at the door in front of him silently. He pushed the door hard but it didn't move at all.

She looked confused, her head tilted as she stared at the door handle.

Just a gentle pull will do the trick...

Ling Cang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and raised his voice slightly, "Master?"

Yu Nian remained unmoved, and fumbled to place her hand on the door frame, as if she didn't hear Ling Cang calling her.

"Hey!" Yu Nian shouted softly, and then the spiritual power surged in his hands, and he directly took the door down.

Ling Cang: “…”

What's wrong with this person? He can't use spiritual power to dissolve the effects of alcohol, but he can easily use spiritual power when his consciousness is dizzy...

"Apprentice, this big piece of chocolate is for you."

Yu Nian smiled foolishly and extended the edge of the door panel to Ling Cang's mouth, "Try it, this is delicious. Master will not lie to you."

Ling Cang felt the door panel against his mouth and his cheeks twitched slightly.

"Why don't you open your mouth? Don't you know how to eat?" Yu Nian looked puzzled, then continued to mutter to himself, "That's right, you probably haven't eaten chocolate before, so you don't know how to eat it. It's actually very simple. Just take a bite and chew it. Let me show you..."

demonstration?

and many more! ! !

Before Ling Cang could stop her, he saw Yu Nian biting the edge of the door panel, then letting go with a look of disgust, leaving a light tooth mark on the poor door panel, and throwing it aside.

"Bah, it tastes really bad."

Ling Cang looked at the door panel on the ground with a numb face. After a moment's silence, he had no choice but to resign himself to taking out the silver he had exchanged for spirit stones to compensate the store. After the store repaired the door panel, he finally managed to pull Yu Nian, who was still staring at the poor door panel, back to the room.

He threw Yu Nian onto the bed, thought for a moment, and decided not to leave, fearing that she would cause trouble again.

After observing for a while, Ling Cang made sure that she was quiet, carefully covered her with a quilt, and then sat down to meditate and practice.

But not long after, Yu Nian suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes slightly confused, but his purpose clear: "It's time for evening self-study!"

So that night, from the various schools of thought to Nalan Xingde, Ling Cang thoroughly understood the history of Chinese literature.

Until the second half of the night, he finally hoped that Yu Nian would fall asleep, but he couldn't concentrate on practicing at all. His mind was full of "I sigh deeply and wipe away my tears, lamenting the hardships of people's lives" because she said she would have a back injury the next day...

The next day, Yu Nian opened his eyes, rubbed his still dizzy head, then sat up and looked at the empty inn room.

Then, fragments of what happened last night appeared in Yu Nian's mind. She was a little confused, but couldn't remember more.

After leaving the inn to have breakfast, the waiter looked at Yu Nian who was sitting there with a natural expression, then looked at Ling Cang with slightly dark eyes, and showed a strange sympathetic look.

Yu Nian coughed dryly, rubbed his brows, and turned his gaze to Ling Cang, with a hint of guilt in his eyes.

"Ling Cang, yesterday I..."

Ling Cang said expressionlessly, "Nothing, I just took off the door panel and took a bite. Oh, and he also gave me a lecture on the dialectical relationship between literary creation and the changes of the times."

This reminder made all the shameful and humiliating images flood into Yu Nian's mind, and he could never get rid of them.

She was so ashamed that she felt embarrassed, but her face showed less and less emotion, which perfectly portrayed the teacher's unfathomable nature.

After hesitating for a moment, she spoke with some difficulty: "Forget the spanking... From now on, alcohol will be banned in the sect."

"How can I avoid it? I've been reciting the whole night. Emperor Gao Yang Zhi Miao Yi Xi..."

Just as Ling Cang was reciting Li Sao word by word, a loud noise came from the avenue next to him.

As expected, the two were attracted by the noise and turned to look outside the inn.

The funeral supplies on the ground had been cleared away long ago. The bright red sedan chair was in the lead, followed by a long line of red wedding gowns. Carriages were lined up from one end of the street to the other. Servants were beating drums and gongs in an orderly manner, and several girls were scattering flowers.

Yu Nian couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Whose wedding is this? It's so grand and magnificent. It's a good opportunity for us to share in the joy."

Unexpectedly, her casual words made the waiter standing next to her change his expression.

"This is not a happy event at all..." The waiter complained casually, then saw his boss's gloomy face and quickly lowered his head and stopped talking.

Then, a hand suddenly stretched out and was grabbed by Yu Nian just as it was about to pat her shoulder.

The hand was as dry and cracked as a dead branch, covered with wrinkles, and without a trace of spiritual power.

Yu Nian let go of her hand, raised her head and turned behind her, and saw an old man with thick eyebrows and white hair. He opened his dim eyes and looked at her with a kind smile.

"Girl, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life, with such a pretty face~"

Yu Nian: “…”

Ling Cang, who was drinking water, choked and coughed when he heard the words. He raised his head and looked at Yu Nian, who had an expressionless face and a look of helplessness and despair, and then looked at her face carefully.

The cultivators use spiritual energy to temper their bodies and cleanse their tendons and meridians. Almost all of them are handsome men and beautiful women. Ling Cang only thinks that Yu Nian has a pretty face, which cannot be considered unparalleled.

However, the old man's eyes never left Yu Nian. The more he looked at her, the deeper his satisfaction became. "Girl, how old are you now? Where are you from? Are you married? I used to be a dashing and handsome man. I don't know how many young girls were vying to marry me..."

This man was too old to do anything else, yet he was still thinking about getting married. Yu Nian couldn't help but retort, "You're so old, yet you're still not honest. Do you think you'll only be honest if you become a memorial tablet?"

"What are you thinking, young lady? I just want to say that if I ever have a grandson suitable for marriage, I will definitely ask him to come to your family to propose marriage..."

The old man kept talking endlessly, and Yu Nian really couldn't get a word in to ask him to stop.

Looking at the extremely embarrassed Yu Nian, Ling Cang felt very happy. He squinted his eyes and picked up the tea to watch the show, savoring the taste of watching someone make a fool of themselves.

After talking for a while, the old man finally noticed Ling Cang next to him, and his smiling face suddenly fell.

"Girl, you are so young, how could you be so blind to choose such a son-in-law?"

puff!

The tea in Ling Cang's mouth immediately sprayed all over the table, looking extremely embarrassing and unsightly.

"This boy has crooked eyes and a slanted mouth, and his face is as pale as dirt. He looks weak and frail. How can he be worthy of you, girl?"

Just as Ling Cang had recovered from the embarrassing act of spraying water, he heard the old man's comments about him. He was so angry that his eyes went dark and he almost couldn't breathe.

Is he weak and frail?

How could someone actually criticize him like this?!

Just as Ling Cang was looking at the old man with dangerous eyes and his hand on the Frost Black on his waist, Yu Nian grabbed Ling Cang's hand that was about to draw the sword.

"I don't think this marriage will work out. It's better to turn back than to suffer so much. I know a lot of young and handsome guys. I'd like to introduce them to you, young lady."

The old man, unaware of his own situation, was still trying to find a way to introduce Yu Nian to a new love.