Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

The clear sky suddenly changed, and it began to rain lightly. Under the dark clouds, everyone hurried to an inn, and their clothes were stained with mud and water.

It was dripping right at the door of the store, and soon formed a small puddle of mud underneath.

Yu Zhao raised his hand to wipe the water droplets from his cheek and looked up at the sky. The rain was falling too fast today. He was soaked like a drowned chicken in the middle of the road. Some small trees could not block the rain.

Fortunately, I was lucky enough to find an inn by the mountain stream, which allowed me to take shelter from the rain.

The candlelight in the inn flickered, several figures were reflected on the wall, and the sound of conversation could be heard from time to time. Even if you didn't want to listen, the sound would still reach your ears.

"Have you heard? The Qingcheng Sect is recruiting disciples recently. Fellow Daoist, do you want to try your luck?"

"It was originally a small sect, not very famous, but..." The person who spoke paused for a moment, seemed to look around, and then lowered his voice and said:

"It is said that... an elder in the Void Refinement Realm on Mount Qingcheng has come out of seclusion. He has been in seclusion for hundreds of years. Not only outsiders, but even the disciples of his own sect have almost forgotten that such an elder existed."

"It's been so long since I heard from him. I originally thought he failed in his tribulation and died outside. Even his memorial tablet has been standing there for over a hundred years."

The two cultivators in conversation were both in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation are divided into Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, Void Refining, and Mahayana. The smaller realms among them are further divided into early, middle, late, and great perfection.

Generally, the leaders of large sects are cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, but it is unbelievable that a small sect has an elder in the Nascent Soul stage.

But at the same time, it is also an opportunity for some monks.

If you can become his disciple, you will have access to plenty of cultivation resources.

Yu Zhao couldn't help but move closer to the wall. She didn't really want to eavesdrop on what was happening in the corner, but the wall's sound insulation wasn't very good, and she could hear more clearly the closer she got.

"The Qingcheng Sect is planning to hold a disciple recruitment meeting these days. Let's go join in the fun and meet that powerful cultivator who suddenly appeared."

The monk who was talking to him sighed. Although this inn was remote, there were still a few people going there. On the way, he also heard some idle chats of the Qingcheng Sect disciples.

"Why are we joining in the fun? We are both quite old, over fifty years old, and they only accept monks under sixteen years old as disciples."

Soon, they were drinking and chatting about other things again. Yu Zhao heard everything clearly and thought that maybe he could go to the Qingcheng Sect to take a look.

Although it is a small sect, it is not bad to have a master who practices swordsmanship and hone your skills. There is also an elder in the Void Refinement Stage in charge, so it is reputable to go out for training and have a good reputation, which gives you a full sense of security.

Suddenly, there was a noise on the roof, a little dust fell on the tip of my nose, and then wood chips fell all over the floor.

In a flash, Yu Zhao looked up in shock and saw a light green figure suddenly falling down. Subconsciously, she wanted to dodge to avoid being hit and becoming paralyzed.

But a pair of slender arms grabbed her neck first. In order to avoid being strangled and falling to the ground, Yu Zhao quickly spread his arms to cushion the force and hugged the person around the waist.

Raindrops fell softly, and a face as beautiful as peach blossoms in spring came into view. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was frightened. When she saw the miserable appearance of the person in front of her, she pushed Yu Zhao's chest away in disgust.

He rolled his eyes in disdain.

"Hey, the one wearing the mask, let me go!"

The girl had an excellent appearance, with rosy lips and watery eyes, like a pool of clear spring water, but those exceptionally beautiful eyes seemed to like looking at people sideways. Her arm slid down from her neck and she patted it with all her strength.

Feeling something strange at hand, she looked at Yu Zhao stiffly, with the corners of her mouth moving slightly.

Yu Zhao's forehead twitched wildly at the girl who suddenly hit her. She let go of her hand without any hesitation, and the figure in green clothes fell straight to the ground.

There was also a loud "bang" sound, and even the floor shook twice.

Leng Quanyi lay on the ground at a loss, feeling only the severe pain in his tailbone.

"What are you doing? Why are you so annoying?" She stood up, covering her butt, and her face, like a mountain goblin, came very close, and the tips of their noses almost touched.

Yu Zhao raised the corners of his mouth and looked at her with a smile, thinking that she was some arrogant young lady who had run out. He tried to reason with her, "Girl, you fell down just now and I caught you. Not only do you not want to thank me, but you are also so fierce?"

Who would dare to pick up people randomly from now on?

Afraid that she might try to scam him, Yu Zhao took two steps back at the speed of light, putting some distance between them.

"Who needs you to answer it? I have hands and feet, I don't need it." The girl pressed on, stretching out her white and tender fingers to push on her shoulder, but she didn't push her away. Not wanting to argue any further, Yu Zhao turned and walked back to the inn.

Leng Quanyi's cheeks puffed up slightly at her neglect, and she was as angry as a pufferfish, but when she thought of the touch just now, she couldn't help but feel angry again.

The girl took big strides to catch up, then sat directly at Yu Zhao's table, tapping the table with two fingers from time to time.

Yu Zhao had a cold expression on his face and didn't look at her. She strongly suspected that the girl in front of her was a scammer.

In the dim candlelight, the girl opposite her supported her chin with one hand and looked at her with her head tilted. There was innocence in her eyes, but a bewitching smile on the corner of her mouth.

Delicate little white flower?

No.

The girl looked at Yu Zhao obediently and gently stretched out her slender hand. Her nails were trimmed smooth and even, and there seemed to be light-colored symbols on the nails, as if she had done a manicure. Yu Zhao glanced at her, silently withdrew his gaze, and praised her.

"Nice nails."

Leng Quanyi frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled by her comment. His sleeve moved slightly, as if something was clinging to his forearm.

The next second, a small green snake was seen on her white fingers, its scales were frighteningly cold, and it was spitting out its tongue at Yu Zhao in a sinister manner.

The lights flickered, and Leng Quanyi's body slowly approached. The strange fragrance on her body rushed into his mouth and nose, very sweet, as if it had been soaked in sugar water and then fished out. Yu Zhao couldn't help rubbing his nose.

Water droplets drew a line along the ends of her hair and dripped onto the table. The girl was looking at Yu Zhao with a smile. She was dressed warmly and was a female monk, wearing a mask to appear mysterious.

Cold and boring, probably a blockhead like those sword cultivators.

At this moment, Yu Zhao was also looking at Leng Quanyi. Apart from her beautiful appearance, his eyes slowly passed over her collarbone, and the raindrops at the end of her hair fell on her skin, winding down.

After a comparison, Yu Zhao felt that he was superior to her in some aspects.

Seeing her eyes light up, Leng Quanyi covered his chest unhappily, his face looking a little bad, "Where are you looking?"

Yu Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly and tutted. He felt particularly happy in his heart and just wanted to drive her away. He deliberately put his face close to her and mocked her, "Nothing more than that."

Not even a washboard.

These words and the look made Leng Quanyi dumbfounded. Her eyes were hazy and the candle on the table was trembling in the cool breeze that came in through the window. When light and dark intertwined, the girl's facial features seemed to become sharper.

A few strands of hair at the temples were blown slightly, making the beautiful amber eyes look dark.