The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Fang Qingyou felt extremely uncomfortable under the white-robed old man's gaze, so she earnestly explained, "Senior, I'm truly sorry that I've caused you to misunderstand. My master is a reclusive divine physician, but I don't know his identity, much less confirm that he is Xiaoyaozi. If the rumor that 'I am the disciple of the divine physician Xiaoyaozi' has caused you any trouble, I'm truly sorry."

As she spoke, Fang Qingyou bowed deeply to him to express her apology.

Fang Qingyou was genuinely apologizing, but she never expected the white-robed elder's reaction to be completely unexpected.

As soon as she finished speaking, the white-robed old man suddenly jumped up: "How can you not be Xiaoyaozi's disciple? How can you not be Xiaoyaozi's disciple? Xiaoyaozi is such a good master, how can you not acknowledge him?!"

Seeing the white-robed old man's somewhat furious expression, Fang Qingyou was speechless.

She didn't understand why he was so angry; her words didn't seem hurtful at all.

"Senior, it's not that I don't want to acknowledge Xiaoyaozi as my master, it's just that I don't know who my master is. He might not be the divine physician Xiaoyaozi." Fang Qingyou patiently explained again. Although she said this, she knew very well in her heart that she was not Xiaoyaozi's disciple at all.

As a result, the white-robed elder became even angrier: "Hmph, what do you mean no! I say yes, and that's it, you are my disciple, my disciple Xiaoyaozi's disciple!"

Fang Qingyou didn't know what to say to the white-robed old man. She even wondered if the old man standing in front of her was a bit mentally unstable.

“Senior, if you stopped my carriage to confirm whether I am Xiaoyaozi’s disciple, I think my answer has already cleared up your doubts. Now, I have to hurry home, so please excuse me for taking my leave.” Fang Qingyou said, turning and walking towards the carriage.

As a result, Fang Qingyou had only taken one step when the white-robed elder grabbed her: "Fang Qingyou, you heartless wretch! You used my name to gain so much fame and even opened a clinic. What, now that you've crossed the river, you want to tear down the bridge? Now that you've grown wings, you don't want to acknowledge me as your master anymore?"

Fang Qingyou: "..."

The old man in the white robe seemed to know more about her than she had imagined.

These things are indeed true.

In fact, it was all her fault. It was because she did not deny the misunderstanding at the time that the misunderstanding became known to everyone.

Feeling guilty, Fang Qingyou didn't know how to explain herself to the white-robed elder.

At the same time, Fang Qingyou was also somewhat depressed. In those time-travel stories, in order to give a reasonable explanation for the ability they suddenly gained, the protagonist would fabricate some powerful hermit masters and say that those hermit masters taught them these abilities.

The so-called masters that people made up never actually appeared in their lives, which is why the protagonist's lies were never exposed.

As it turned out, when she transmigrated, the fabricated hermit master Xiaoyaozi actually appeared and even came to her door.

The white-robed old man rambled on, "Fang Qingyou, let me tell you, I am the real Xiaoyaozi. That old man in your family surnamed Xing, I cured him back then. If it weren't for me, that kid would probably be meeting the King of Hell long ago!"

At this point, Fang Qingyou's expression finally changed.

Very few people in the world know that Xiaoyaozi once saved Elder Xing.

The only people who knew about this, besides a few core members of Tianhua Pavilion, were Xiaoyaozi himself.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyou took a sniff and indeed smelled a very faint but extremely fragrant medicinal scent on the white-robed old man.

A single sniff can clear one's mind and soothe one's spirit.

This medicinal fragrance can only be found on people with exceptional medical skills.

Having lived two lives, Fang Qingyou has seen very few people with this medicinal fragrance.

She hadn't considered this possibility before, so she always thought the old man in white was lying to her.

At this moment, Fang Qingyou knelt before the white-robed elder with a face full of apology and shame: "Senior Xiaoyaozi, I'm sorry. When someone misunderstood me as your disciple, I didn't deny it. It was my mistake. I sincerely apologize to you. Whatever punishment you may give, I will accept it willingly and without complaint!"

Looking at the white-robed old man, whose appearance was so different from that of a hermit healer, Fang Qingyou couldn't believe that he was Xiaoyaozi. However, reason told her that he must be Xiaoyaozi, he must be.

Fang Qingyou waited for Xiaoyaozi's response, expecting him to berate her, but instead heard a cheerful voice floating down from above: "Fang Qingyou, is this your apprenticeship ceremony?"

"Huh?" Fang Qingyou looked at Xiaoyaozi in surprise, feeling that she couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

"I'm asking you, is this considered an apprenticeship ceremony? If so, where's the apprenticeship tea? Only after drinking the tea can you be considered to have successfully become an apprentice!"

At this moment, Xiaoyaozi had a smile on his face, and seemed to have lost all his anger.

Fang Qingyou tried to discern any mockery or teasing in Xiaoyaozi's expression, but the more she looked, the more serious he seemed.

"Ah? Senior Xiaoyaozi, you want to take me as your disciple?"

"What, is that not allowed?" Xiaoyaozi puffed out his beard. "Everyone in the world knows you're my disciple, how could I not accept you? Now, I've accepted your apprenticeship ceremony. All that's missing is the apprenticeship tea. Quickly bring the apprenticeship tea over, and once I drink it, you're my disciple!"

"Huh?" Fang Qingyou was stunned again. These words made it sound like being Xiaoyaozi's disciple was easy?

If that's true, he probably has disciples all over the world.

"What do you mean, 'huh'?" Xiaoyaozi glared with his big, dark eyes. "You've been calling me 'Master' for so long, and you won't even give me a cup of tea for the apprenticeship ceremony? Humph, hurry up, hurry up."

Xiaoyaozi had been extending his hand towards Fang Qingyou.

Fang Qingyou's lips twitched violently, and she felt that she was probably dreaming.

The imagined Xiaoyaozi is a transcendent, otherworldly sage, just as ethereal and otherworldly as he appears. However, in reality…

No matter how you look at it, Xiaoyaozi seems like a mischievous old man.

Fang Qingyou bit her tongue. It hurt, it hurt a lot. This wasn't a dream; it was something that really happened.

Fang Qingyou's hesitation made Xiaoyaozi impatient, so he pulled her aside and jumped into the carriage himself.

After a brief commotion, Fang Qingyou saw Xiaoyaozi jump down from the carriage with a cup of tea in his hand, and then shove the cup of tea into her hand: "The apprenticeship tea is here, hurry up and become an apprentice!"

"Senior Xiaoyaozi..." Fang Qingyou felt a little dizzy. Before she could finish speaking, Xiaoyaozi snatched the teacup from her hand, drank it all in one gulp, and then looked at her with satisfaction, saying, "Fang Qingyou, your apprenticeship ceremony is complete. From now on, you are my rightful disciple!"