Master, your personality is broken

"This person is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his body is already dying. Even if he has the aptitude of the first-class spiritual root, it will not be long on the road of cultivating immortals. I am afraid that he will die young. Jingran, you must accept him as a disciple. Is it? You can’t be sloppy in accepting disciples who open the door, this person is definitely not the best candidate.”

Lin Jingran didn't answer, just staring at Chen Xi who was sleeping on the bed.

He had never seen this person before, but the first time he saw Chen Xi, his heart seemed to miss a beat, and there was even an indescribable sense of familiarity that tempted him to get closer.

And, my heart doesn't hurt anymore.

Except for the head of the sect, no one knew that the famous Qingyu Xianzun had a heart disease and often suffered from angina.

This is a problem that he has had since he was born. After so many years of searching all walks of life, there is no cure.

But no matter how much it hurts, he has already been able to keep his face calm and calm, and others can't see it at all.

He also fell ill this morning, but when he got close to Chen Xi, his heart stopped hurting.

A stranger who broke in suddenly gave him an unprecedented sense of familiarity, and healed his illness that had not healed for many years.

But why?

He grew up in the Lingfeng Sect since he was a child, and he has never been deceived, nor has he formed a bond with anyone. Why can Chen Xi's appearance make his heart disease heal without medicine?

He wanted to know why.

It happened that among the 48 new disciples, he only had a good impression of this person.

Why not keep people around?

Lin Jingran withdrew her gaze, her eyes were firm.

"He's the best choice."

Chen Xi had that dream again.

After being injured seven years ago, he has been dreaming of the same dream - sunlight, lotus pond and stone arch bridge.

He didn't understand what it symbolized, maybe it was a herald of death.

In the dream, he struggled through the endless night and found the lotus pond.

The sky is clear and the sun shines on the pond, coating the lotus leaves and lotus flowers with a layer of gold.

In the pond, other lotus flowers are in full bloom, but only one is still in bud.

And he, underwater.

He was swimming towards the lotus that seemed to never bloom, and finally he jumped out of the water and flew towards the lotus...

Chen Xi opened his eyes and panted heavily, like a fish thrown ashore.

What I saw was unfamiliar furnishings, and the air was filled with the faint scent of medicine. It should be in a place similar to a medical center.

Now he is uncomfortable all over his body, and he is so weak that he can't even lift his hands.

"Are you awake?" a cool and pleasant voice sounded.

Chen Xixun looked at the reputation, and couldn't help but see a bright light——

Qingyu Xianzun was standing beside the bed, dressed in white and spotless.He is tall and straight like a pine and cypress, and his ink-like long hair is meticulously tied up with a jade crown.

There is an aura that strangers should not get close to, and the superior appearance gives him a sense of alienation, just like a lotus in full bloom, which can only be seen from a distance but not played with.

"Sapphire... Immortal Venerable?"

Chen Xi murmured, stunned for a few seconds, then looked away, his heartbeat accelerated, but it was not as uncomfortable as when he first saw it.

"This is the Medical Hall. The elder said that you have suffered a serious physical loss. This is why you took part in the trial today and stood for a long time."

Chen Xi remembered that he seemed to have vomited blood all over Xianzun, and looked over with apology: "Xianzun, I'm really sorry..."

"No problem."

Lin Jingran sat down on the wooden chair beside the bed, took Chen Xi's hand to check his pulse, and then put his fingers flat on his wrist.

Qingyu Xianzun's fingertips were slightly cold, and the moment his skin touched, Chen Xi's heart trembled inexplicably.

Then, a burst of abundant spiritual power swam through his whole body along the meridian of his wrist.

Xianzun is helping him.

Chen Xi stared blankly, and found a little mole on the right side of the tall and straight nose bridge of the immortal, like the dewdrops dotted on the lotus flower, which was so touching that he was instantly fascinated by it.

"When the oil runs out, the lamp dries up."

Lin Jingran said in a deep voice.

"Ah?" Chen Xi came back to his senses, unable to react for a while, "What's wrong?"

"Your body has been ill for a long time, and you can't recover from it. Why is this so?"

Chen Xi understood that the Qingyu Immortal had tested his meridians by transmitting spiritual power, and explained: "I was seriously injured a few years ago, and I was dragged back from the gate of hell, so I became like this ghost, but it is also considered lucky. , can survive till now.”

Hearing such a pity, Lin Jingran's expression remained unmoved, as usual calm and breezy.

After a while, he said: "It's a good thing to vomit blood just now, it has dredged a little meridians."

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other," Chen Xi nodded, thinking that if he was investigated like this again, he might reveal his secrets. He shirked and said, "Xianzun, I feel much better, don't waste my spiritual power for me anymore. The apprentice meeting is still going on." Is it? The disciple has not yet recognized the master, how can it be too late now?"

"I am your master."

"what?"

Chen Xi was dumbfounded. He wanted to worship an incompetent master casually, so that he would not have to worry about being found out, and it would be easy to deal with.

I didn't expect to be under the sect of Qingyu Xianzun, and I had to be careful not to reveal my secrets...

Chen Xi whispered: "Didn't you say that the master and the apprentice have two choices?"

Lin Jingran looked up at him: "You don't want to?"

"No no no no."

Chen Xi repeatedly denied it, and Qingyu Xianzun's eyes were too cold, as if if he said "no", he would be frozen to death in the next second.

Besides, who doesn't want to worship the famous Qingyu Immortal Venerable as his teacher, if he says he doesn't want to, he may be suspected by others.

But Chen Xi didn't understand, the first time he met, he vomited blood on his white clothes, if he was someone else, he wouldn't have left a good impression, unexpectedly Qingyu Xianzun had a unique taste and was willing to accept him as his apprentice.

So he asked: "But... why is the immortal willing to accept me as a disciple?"

Lin Jingran replied: "It is destined."

The theory of fate was too illusory, seeing that the Immortal Venerable was unwilling to reveal it, and Chen Xi was not good at asking, but he was annoyed that the other party did not speak up, so he said in a strange way: "I never thought that Immortal Qingyu would believe in fate."

"It's Master." Lin Jingran corrected.

"Master," it was a foregone conclusion, Chen Xi changed his words obediently, and asked again, "What should I do next, disciple?"

"According to the usual practice, the afternoon is the introductory meeting, but you are injured, so you don't have to go."

"I'll go." Chen Xi replied.

He came to Lingfengmen not only to look for artifacts, but also to play, and by the way, to appreciate the customs and customs of the world of cultivating immortals.

He has been lying in bed for seven years, and he finally got out of the Demon Realm, and he still needs to lie down to rest because of this injury. Wouldn't it be a different place to recuperate? What's the point of coming to Lingfengmen?

After resting and eating in Wenyi Hall, Lin Jingran took Chen Xi directly to the introductory meeting.

These gatherings are generally presided over by elders, with the purpose of letting new disciples understand the sect, with the intention of persuading and teaching.

Qingyu Immortal Venerable didn't need to show up. After delivering it to the door, Chen Xi went in alone.

In the lobby, the presiding elder hadn't arrived yet, and the disciples gathered in twos and threes, chatting, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Before Chen Xi had any idea of ​​making friends, he found an inconspicuous seat. As soon as he sat down firmly, he heard ear-piercing discussions——

"Hey, he's the one who vomited blood. He looks really good, but I'm afraid he won't live long with this ghostly appearance. I really don't know what Immortal Qingyu thinks!"

Chen Xixin said: I also want to know...

"Of course he's going to come. He looks weak, but in fact he has a deep mind. He purposely fainted in Qingyu Xianzun's arms and vomited blood. What a scene! I watched him deliberately go to the fairy before he fainted. Zun walked a few steps, it really disgusted me!"

These words were too malicious, Chen Xixun looked at his reputation, there were four or five disciples chatting together, the words just now came from a handsome boy of thirteen or fourteen years old.

The young man was also looking at Chen Xi, and their eyes met. He didn't feel ashamed of being caught gossiping behind his back, but instead raised his eyebrows at Chen Xi.

Chen Xi has never encountered such a provocation after living all these years. After all, everyone in the Demon Realm respects and loves him.

In the past, those who disrespected would have been thrown out long ago, but now that they are in Lingfengmen, it is better not to cause trouble.

Chen Xi withdrew his gaze and ignored it.

"Hey, Immortal Qingyu finally took in an apprentice. We missed it. I don't know if my brother still has a chance."

The boy's voice sounded again: "Yes, but you have to tell your brother that if you want to succeed as a teacher, you must learn one thing."

"what's up?"

The young man raised his voice: "I will faint, and I have to faint in Qingyu Xianzun's arms at a perfect angle. It would be even better if I could vomit blood, so as to arouse the compassion of the immortal. It's just that this method can be used or not. , after all, it's too lowly!"

The more he talked, the more he spoke, and he deliberately amplified his voice so that he could hear him. Chen Xi couldn't help it anymore, got up and walked over there.

When those few people saw Chen Xi approaching, they all kept silent. The young man looked at Chen Xi with a provocative look.

Chen Xi sneered: "Big job? This kind of word is only applicable to villains who slander people behind their backs."

The boy stood up with a bang and asked, "Who are you talking about?!"

"Who should say who?" Chen Xi looked at it leisurely. "Some people are really pitiful alive, they are not as good as others, so they just want to ruin their reputation and use it to satisfy their dark hearts—"

Before he finished speaking, the young man rushed over to grab his skirt, Chen Xi stepped back and kicked him away.

"Who are you talking about?! Don't you fucking look like a villain!"

The young man was supported by his companions and asked angrily. Before he could stabilize his figure, he punched Chen Xi.

Just as Chen Xi wanted to hide, someone suddenly stood in front of him and grabbed the boy's hand.

The visitor chuckled, "We're all from the same sect, so don't hurt your friendship."

With a beard and narrow eyes, it was Situ Yao.

The boy snorted coldly and withdrew his hand.

"Why are we here together? What happened?" A middle-aged man's voice sounded.

The disciples greeted each other: "Hello, Elder Fang."

Elder Fang walked up, glanced at Chen Xi, and asked the young man, "Yang Li, what's wrong?"

Yang Li lowered his head: "No, nothing..."

The cause of the matter lies with him, so he naturally dare not say it.

Elder Fang didn't ask any further questions. He looked around and said loudly, "Everyone, please take a seat. I will host this year's introductory meeting."

Situ Yao sat next to Chen Xi and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you still beating people?"

"About apprenticeship," Chen Xi paused, "Thank you just now."

"Why are you being polite to me?" Situ Yao patted Chen Xi on the shoulder, and glanced at the young man, "Do you know who the person who fought with you just now was?"

Chen Xi shook his head.

Situ Yao didn't hold back, and said directly: "His surname is Fang, his name is Fang Yangli, and he is Elder Fang's nephew."

Chen Xi suddenly realized, no wonder Elder Fang only asked Fang Yangli what happened just now.

Situ Yao added: "Originally, Elder Fang wanted Fang Yang to worship the Qingyu Immortal as his teacher, but he didn't expect that the Immortal would run away with you in his arms at the apprenticeship meeting. He couldn't help but feel uncomfortable."

Why did the words sound weird, Chen Xi couldn't understand: "What do you mean just hug me and run away..."

"I just ran away with you in my arms! I still hugged you horizontally!" Situ Yao cheered up, "At that time, everyone looked stupid! It took a full quarter of an hour before the apprentice meeting continued."

Unexpectedly, Chen Xi couldn't help imagining the scene, and a little curiosity arose in his heart. He shook his head quickly, threw out his inexplicable thoughts, and changed the topic: "How do you know he is Elder Fang's nephew?"

"I heard them chatting at noon when we were eating in the common things hall," Situ Yao asked, "Your vomiting blood really scared me, I thought you wouldn't come to participate in the afternoon, how is it, how are you doing? "

"What are the insights of the two little friends over there, why don't you share them with everyone?" Elder Fang said sharply.

The two raised their heads and found that everyone was looking at them. It turned out that the rally had already begun.

Although the two talked quietly, they were still noticed by Elder Fang.

Situ Yao smoothed things over with a dry smile: "It's all right."

Elder Fang stared at Chen Xi: "Some people should not think that because they are talented, they can ignore anyone. Cultivation of immortality depends not only on talent, but also on hard work. Only those who are clever and tricky , and it is difficult to cultivate the righteous way.”

The inside and outside of the words, openly ridiculed and indirect, Chen Xi heard it clearly.

Everyone in the audience also understood, and discussions gradually arose.

The author has something to say:

I can't control the hand of Xiuwen, I won't change it again after editing it this time (*/ω＼*)