The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

Xiao Tao has already left, dragging the black knife with her.

Looking at the seat on the stage specially prepared for Xiao Tao, Chang'an couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness...

A gentle breeze blows, and blood flows beneath the feet of Chang'an.

He couldn't help but sigh, "Meng Xuanwen, your biggest problem is that you're too attached to things that don't belong to you..."

"But this also makes you a very good pawn..."

Chang'an slowly turned around and froze.

He noticed that all the disciples below the stage had bowed in unison and said, "Welcome back to Junior Uncle!"

At that moment, he was flattered, but he felt more satisfied and proud.

The satisfaction of vanity and the pride of being superior are things that everyone in the world desires.

"It seems that being a pawn isn't all bad after all." He thought to himself, and said with a smile, "My fellow disciples are too polite. I am about the same age as you all, so let's treat each other like brothers and sisters."

None of them dared to answer…

Chang'an was somewhat disappointed; feeling distant from her peers was not a good thing.

But all of this is not surprising, since awe and intimacy are difficult to coexist in a newly met stranger.

Chang'an sighed, turned around, and saw a beautiful smiling face.

"Junior Uncle, in this way, I can say I've won too." Feng Ranran said with her hands on her hips and a smile, appearing completely at ease and friendly.

Overjoyed, Chang'an quickly responded:

"Okay, okay, okay."

Chang'an spoke absentmindedly, which made Feng Ranran's expression show some confusion. "What is Junior Uncle grinning about? Could it be that you didn't understand what I meant?"

He suddenly came to his senses and realized that since Meng Xuanwen was dead, the second place in this competition naturally fell back to Feng Ranran.

Senior Brother Zhang said, "That's right, Ranran, now you can become a disciple of any of the senior uncles present."

Feng Ranran smiled and replied, "Thank you for your kindness, Uncle-Master, but Ranran has a deep relationship with my master and has no intention of switching to another master."

Chang'an quickly explained, "No, no, the second place doesn't necessarily mean you have to become someone's disciple. It just means you can learn some of a senior's special skills."

"I believe your master would also like to see you become even better, and he probably won't mind."

Feng Ranran looked at Chang'an meaningfully and said, "Junior Uncle seems to care about my affairs."

Chang'an blushed, "No, no, no, I was just... just eager to explain the rules."

Ranran clutched her stomach, laughing so hard she was shaking. "Look how anxious you are! My master told me a long time ago that I should do my best to win this competition. She doesn't mind if someone shares me as her disciple."

Chang'an finally felt relieved and tried her best to appear calm.

Senior Brother Tang looked at Chang'an and said with a smile, "Ranran, do you have an ideal candidate in mind?"

Feng Ranran's eyes darted around, and she smiled, "Of course, I had already thought it through before I came here."

Chang'an was now like a hungry dog, urgently asking, "Who? Who? Who?!"

Ranran looked at Chang'an with a smile and said, "The person I'm thinking of is: extremely beautiful, with unparalleled elegance, not only does he hold a high position and great power at a young age, but his swordsmanship is also first-class in the world."

Upon hearing this, Senior Sister Xiao Liu smiled, her smile containing seven parts smugness and three parts disdain.

"You wouldn't... Hehehe, don't joke around!" The cook was already laughing so hard she couldn't close her mouth, her little legs kicking wildly.

Feng Ranran shook her head and said, "Senior Sister Xiao Liu, it's not you."

Xiao Tu's face had turned even greener, and he slowly sat back down in the chair.

Seeing this, Chang'an was no longer a dog crying for food, but a dog with a fragrant chicken leg right in front of it!

Chang'an reached out his hand to her, his tongue almost sticking out, "Come on, come quickly, come with me."

Ranran hugged herself in shock, "Why...why?"

Chang'an chuckled and said, "I've never been one to stand on ceremony, so let's skip the formalities. Come on, let me lead you inside... oh no, you should come and lead me inside."

Ranran pursed her lips and smiled secretly, then deliberately looked into the distance, pouting, and said, "The person I was talking about is Martial Uncle Hua. I wonder what Martial Uncle Chang'an is so excited about? Hehe."

During this time, Ranran kept stealing glances at him, at his almost petrified expression.

At this moment, laughter of varying degrees came from both the audience and the audience.

Chang'an couldn't hear who was laughing, but his face was indeed bright red.

He scratched his head, somewhat confused, "I...I...meaning, I'll take you to...Senior Sister Hua..."

Now, besides feeling embarrassed, Chang'an feels a deep sense of sorrow.

Why? They seemed to get along really well, so why wouldn't she come with him? And why did she have to humiliate him again in front of so many people?

With these feelings in mind, he slowly lowered his hand.

Suddenly, he felt his hands being enveloped in warmth. When he looked up, he saw Feng Ranran smiling.

“Okay, Junior Uncle, Ranran will go with you.”

The spring breeze blew into the heart of Chang'an, and also blew away the gloomy sorrow.

Only now did he realize that it was highly unlikely that a young girl in the prime of her life would suddenly give herself to a man in front of thousands of people.

After all, most women in this world are still reserved, and even in front of the person they like, they still insist on showing their profound and rich Confucian wisdom.

Moreover, given Senior Sister Hua's personality, what difference would it make if one became her disciple or one's own disciple?

So Chang'an felt no resentment whatsoever, and simply replied dreamily, "Okay...okay...I'll take you to Phoenix Wing Mountain to find...Senior Sister Hua...to find Master..."

"Cough cough cough." It wasn't until Senior Brother Zhang's dry cough came from the stage that Chang'an realized that things weren't quite finished yet.

He immediately pulled Ranran back, waiting quietly for Senior Brother Zhang to speak loudly:

"The martial arts competition has officially ended. Jiang Xiaotao won first place, and Feng Ranran won second place."

From now on, Jiang Xiaotao will be your Martial Aunt Jiang, do you all understand?!

With such a loud voice, who could not hear it clearly?

Chang'an is currently unsure whether Senior Sister Hua, who lives alone in her small wooden house every day, would be willing to have another disciple like this.

“No…” Hua Chan sat on the bed in a daze for a long time before slowly shaking her head.

It's not surprising at all that there were two other people in the cabin.

Chang'an leaned closer and said with a grin, "Senior sister, you haven't met Ranran yet. If you take a look at her, you'll naturally like her."

Hua Chan's eyes twitched slightly, a rare occurrence, just in time to catch a glimpse of Feng Ranran teasing the old ox outside the window. Upon noticing her, Feng Ranran immediately smiled and waved to Hua Chan.

Hua Chan stared blankly back at him, muttering, "It seems... Junior Brother's tastes have changed again..."

Chang'an hurriedly protested, "No...no! She's here to be your disciple, not...my...my..."

Chang'an's voice grew softer and softer, increasingly lacking confidence.

Hua Chan waved her hand lazily and said, "You can have it. I'm going to sleep."

"Really!?" Chang'an was only excited for a moment before she immediately said disappointedly, "But...but I've tried it, it doesn't work."

Kang Pingle, who was leaning against the door, suddenly burst into laughter.

He slowly walked up and smiled, "Chan'er, I approved this competition to some extent, so please give your teacher this face."

Hua Chan's eyes were closed; she appeared to be asleep.

Chang'an inwardly groaned, "Now that's bad, who can wake her up once she falls asleep?"

At this moment, Hua Chan's eyelids seemed to twitch, making her long eyelashes appear even more beautiful and charming.

Seeing this, Kang Pingle smiled knowingly and said softly, "You haven't been able to fall asleep yet, you must have encountered a new bottleneck in your sword practice?"

Hua Chan was already having trouble sleeping, and upon hearing this, she became even more anxious, like a grasshopper in a hot oil pan, but on the surface, she remained unmoved.

Kang Pingle could see the strangeness in his apprentice. He stroked his wrinkled chin with his withered hand and said with a smile, "Chan'er, haven't you heard that the best way to learn is to teach others, and the best way to teach is to learn?"

Hua Chan remained unmoved and continued to lie quietly in bed.

Kang Pingle didn't say another word and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Chang'an sighed deeply and left reluctantly, his mind filled with thoughts of how to comfort Feng Ranran.

He followed Master Kang out the door and saw Feng Ranran immediately kneel down and say, "Disciple greets Master."

Kang Ping smiled knowingly, but Chang'an looked astonished.

Because she was not worshipping Kangping Le, nor Chang'an.

She worshipped a stunningly beautiful girl who was disheveled, dirty, and smelly.

Hua Chan had arrived in front of Ranran before them, without them even realizing it.

She just stared blankly at Ranran.

"Master...Master...?" Ranran raised her head, her eyes filled with admiration.

With a "plop," Hua Chan also knelt down, kowtowed, and repeatedly said, "Please help me break through the bottleneck, please help me break through the bottleneck, please help me break through the bottleneck."

Ranran was startled and quickly went to help him up, "Master, please get up! You're really... you're making your disciple feel terrible!"

She discovered that no matter how hard she tried, Hua Chan remained motionless, like a stone statue.

Kang Ping smiled and said, "Ranran, just agree to your master's request."

Feng Ranran suddenly realized what was going on and quickly said, "I will do my best to help Master with his troubles."

Upon hearing this, Hua Chan slowly raised her head, stood up, took Ranran's hand, and said expressionlessly, "Come back to the room with me to sleep."

Ranran followed behind, looking confused and helpless.

Seeing this, Chang'an was completely shocked.

He said those words, which he had waited three years to say, so easily to someone else.

Perhaps he really did choose the wrong master…

Kang Pingyue disagreed and continued to instruct, "Chan'er, don't forget the second half of what your teacher said."