All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

"Little Shitou, how could he treat me like that!" Qing Dahuai ran to Fengning again and wailed, his voice choked with emotion, and the birds in the garden were frightened away, "Everyone in the world knows that I am for him The school was just opened! How could he go to be someone else's apprentice? Just leave a note! How can I feel at ease?!"

Feng Ning took it for granted and turned a deaf ear to it, thinking about major events in her life while eating melon seeds.

"Fengning, where do you think little stone will go?" Qing Dahuai burst into tears, "He won't find some dubious person to be his master, right? What if he fails in his studies?"

Feng Ning suddenly approached and looked at Qing Dahuai with a solemn face.

Qing Dahuai thought that Feng Ning was going to give him some advice, so he immediately pricked up his ears and listened carefully, but he heard Feng Ning ask seriously: "... If your savior asks you to give him your body, would you agree?"

Qing Dahuai was stunned: "...Huh?"

Feng Ning threw away the melon seeds in her hand, and slapped her thigh regretfully: "What was I thinking at the time... I should let him agree with me, but I missed such a good opportunity!!! My brain is full of holes! , pretending to be a gentleman? Now it’s all right, I can’t find anyone, I can’t get in touch, so why are you talking about love!”

It's been three days, and he couldn't find any news about the wicked "master" who used the dove fruit as a condition for the assessment of recruiting disciples.

Where was his little Qinglang kidnapped? !

Qing Dahuai: "... dare you not listen to what I just said, did you?"

Feng Ning took the pot of melon seeds again, and glanced at him: "I've been listening to it for so many years, and I can hear cocoons in my ears, Qing Dahuai, can we not be so old-fashioned, grandson, granddaughter, great-grandson all day long, Can you think of something else worthwhile?"

Qing Dahuai: "What is meaningful?"

When Fengning thought of this, the corner of her mouth involuntarily grinned: "Love!"

Qing Dahuai: "..."

Qing Dahuai was about to risk his life to accompany Ai Nao: "...Tell me, how are you and your family going?"

Feng Ning thought for a while, then said modestly: "He accepted the ring I gave you."

Qing Dahuai was shocked: "It's amazing, Lao Feng! So you're asking for marriage?!"

Although Feng Ning really wanted to smile, get up and bow to welcome the applause, he still laughed dryly, scratched his head, and said, "It's not that kind of ring, it's the Ziyuan ring. I gave him the ring to save his life. After all, he's young." Well, I'm afraid that something will happen to him."

Qing Dahuai rolled his eyes and said, "Do you know that the Ziyuan Ring has a special function?"

Feng Ning hadn't used the pair of rings since she got them from the underworld 2 years ago, so she immediately asked enthusiastically, "What function?"

"...Am I the only one among the freshmen?" Qing Lang asked.

The round-eyed senior brother beside him scratched his head: "Well... after all, the dove fruit is not easy to pick."

Qing Lang lowered his head and glanced at his name tag.

The name tag was engraved with Master Feng Ning's name on the back.

On the front is engraved: "No. 20 Eighth, No. 56, Qing Yang."

Qing Lang lowered his eyes, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

If he had known that he was the only one in the Demon Realm, he wouldn't have bothered to change his name...

In this way, his name can still be engraved on the same piece of jade plaque as the name of the master.

The more Qing Lang thought about it, the more he regretted it, and almost wanted to cut out the word "Qing Yang" on it and replace it with his real name.

As the sole heir of the Demon Realm, Qinglang is the "true disciple" that the God Qing Dahuai has already announced to the world before he even opened a school.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, when he came to Ningshan to sign up, he gave himself the false name "Qing Yang", and covered his signature gray and black eyes and forehead.

The surname Qing is nothing special.

It's just that among the demons, only the nobles have the iconic magic horns, and among the nobles with gray eyes, there is only Qinglang in the vast demon world.

That is to say... that old pervert doesn't know much about the demon world. If it were any other demon clansman, they would be able to know his identity immediately when they saw Qinglang Zhenru at the first sight.

Senior Brother Yuanyan introduced himself as he walked: "My name is Linjiu, and I am Master's No. 17 inner disciple, so you can call me Senior Seventeen, but you can also call me Senior Brother Linjiu. Ah, yes That's right, after the garden in front is your dormitory area, this garden is quite big and the environment is not bad, sometimes Master will rest in it."

Qinglang's eyes lit up: "Does Master Fengning come to this garden often? When is his favorite time to come?"

Linjiu: "Master doesn't come here often, and there is no fixed time period."

Qing Lang licked his dry lips, his palms were already sweating a little, he looked at Lin Jiu fixedly, and asked, "Then...why can we new students see Master?"

Lin Jiu: "If there are no accidents, outer disciples like you should be able to meet at the apprenticeship ceremony, what's the matter?"

Qing Lang was about to speak, when suddenly a strange voice came.

"...Hey...Can you hear me...Does this work? Why is it so unreliable...Hey, hey..."

Linjiu blinked, and pointed to Qinglang's storage bag: "...Did you bring some magic weapon that transmits sound?"

Qing Lang froze for a moment, lowered his head and searched in the storage bag for a long time before finding the purple ring that he casually threw into the corner.

It was the first time for Qing Lang to see a talking ring, he frowned, picked it up, and spread it in the palm of his hand

Although he had a premonition in his heart, he still asked tentatively, "...who?"

The voice over there immediately became excited: "Wow, it really works! It seems that we are really destined lovers. I heard that this magic weapon can only be used by the destined person to use this hidden function!! Xiao Qinger !I love you!!"

Qing Lang: "..."

The voice over there came through the ring, and it was slightly distorted, but it could still be heard that it was a man.

Seeing the shocked expression on Lin Jiu's face next to him, Qing Lang could not wait to crawl over the ring and kill the old fairy opposite.

"Ah...that...little junior brother...you...you talk first, I'll go here to look at the flowers, ah, today's flowers are really blooming..."

After speaking, he ran forward in small steps.

Qing Lang gritted his teeth, pressed his thin lips close to the ring, and said through gritted teeth: "Get lost! You pervert! Don't let me see you again!"

After speaking, he threw the purple ring viciously into the pool beside him.

The calm lake suddenly stirred up ripples.

Qing Lang hadn't been relaxed for a moment, suddenly there was something painful in the palm of his hand.

Qing Lang opened his hands and looked, almost desperate.

——The purple ring that he threw into the water just now was lying in the palm of his hand, still stained with water.

An annoying, disgusting voice sounded from the ring again: "...Did you throw the ring into the water? I forgot to tell you, this ring will be automatically bound, you can't throw it away."

The old pervert paused, and suddenly lowered his voice twice: "...Well, was there someone around you just now? I'm sorry. I will pay more attention next time."

Qing Lang said angrily: "Shut up! There will be no next time!"

Seeing that there was no one around, Qing Lang immediately cast Nether Fire in his palm, trying to melt the ring.

But after half a stick of incense passed, the ring was unscathed.

On the contrary, Qing Lang was furious.

Fortunately, the old pervert didn't speak again. Qing Lang took a deep breath, threw the ring into the deepest part of the storage bag, and walked forward.

As soon as Qinglang turned the corner, he saw Senior Brother Linjiu, Senior Sister Li Jiaorui, and a group of unknown Senior Brothers looking at him with twinkling eyes.

After Qinglang bowed to the senior brothers and sisters calmly, he asked, "Senior brother, senior sister, why are you all gathered here?"

Lin Jiu said: "Oh...just now Master was in the garden, I didn't dare to go up and disturb him."

Qinglang's heart was about to jump out, and he immediately took two steps forward: "Master?! Master Fengning?! Is Master still there? Is he in the garden now?"

Lin Jiu quickly waved his hand: "It's gone, it's gone, it's gone, there's not even a trace of it, don't be nervous..."

……left already.

Qing Lang's heart sank slowly.

Immediately afterwards, an unknown fire rose from his chest.

If it wasn't, if it wasn't for that old pervert who suddenly harassed him through voice transmission, he wouldn't have lost sight of his master...

Qing Lang lowered his head, slowly clenched his fists, and could almost hear the creaking of his joints.

Li Jiaorui didn't seem to notice Qing Lang's state, she bumped into Qing Lang's shoulder, and said with a smirk: "Little brother! Why are you keeping your head down? Don't be shy! Senior brothers and sisters are very open. Very inclusive! What era is it now! Isn’t it just falling in love with someone of the same gender? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about! Brother! Listen to me! You’re the best!”

Li Jiaorui winked, and the senior brothers next to her looked at each other for a moment, then raised their hands and cheered Qing Lang up: "...You are the best, junior brother! Even gays are great!"

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang felt that his knuckles were about to be crushed by himself.

I don't know if it is due to his dual identity of being a demon and a "broken sleeve", when most people are in double rooms, triple rooms, quadruple rooms or even eight-person rooms, Qing Lang was allocated a spacious room. Bright single room.

But he couldn't be happier.

Rumors spread like fire, and within a day, even the cook in charge of the cafeteria knew that he liked men.

No matter where he went, there were people looking at his back and pointing.

Qing Lang has been used to being criticized by others since he was a child, even if these behaviors of others annoy him, it is not unbearable.

But he was afraid that this matter would reach Master's ears.

What if Master also thinks that he is a pervert who likes men?

If the master hates him because of this, what should he do if he hates him?

...it's all the old pervert's fault!

If it weren't for his nonsense and sound transmission harassment, the matter wouldn't have developed to this point!

Besides, if it wasn't for him, I would have seen Master Feng Ning in advance in the garden today!

That old pervert is really his evil star!

The more Qing Lang thought about it, the angrier he became, burning with anger.

Tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep peacefully.

At this moment, the old perverted voice came from the storage bag again: "Xiao Qing'er? Xiao Qinglang? Are you there?"

old pervert!What kind of monster do you want to be?

The anger that had accumulated all day finally found an outlet.

Qing Lang angrily took out the ring.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

Qing Lang's voice was cold, but anyone could sense his uncontrollable anger from his voice.

"What kind of grudge do I have with you? Why do you abuse me like this? Do you know how many people see me as a joke today? I'm not broken, I don't like you, I feel disgusted when I think of you now, hearing your words The voice makes me want to throw up! How many times do I have to say it before you stay away from me?"

The voice in the ring suddenly stopped.

Qing Lang's breathing could be clearly heard in the empty room.

after awhile.

There was a slightly astringent flute sound from the other end of the ring. The sound of the flute was a bit sour at the beginning, and it was also a bit dark and unclear, but it became smoother as it got to the end, like a breeze, like spring rain, like the petals of a branch stained with dew in the morning.

very gentle.

Suddenly, a small firefly seemed to be attracted by the sound of the flute, it squeezed in through the crack of the window, and flew to Qing Lang.

It sprinkles a ray of gold in the dark night.

Then came the second firefly, the third firefly, the fourth firefly...

Those fireflies filled the room like stars.

Let Qinglang mistakenly think that he is in the sea of ​​stars.

Immediately afterwards, those fireflies twisted their bodies quietly, and three words slowly appeared in the darkness.

【……sorry】

The flute stopped for a moment, and then continued to play.

The golden handwriting gathered and spread out again.

It's like writing over and over again.

[Sorry, this is the first time I like someone, and I don't know how to express my love. 】

[It embarrasses you, it's because I didn't think carefully. 】

【What should I do to make you happy? 】

Qing Lang was silent for a while, looking at the sea of ​​fireflies in front of him.

He asked calmly, "Want to make me happy?"

The firefly flapped its wings and stayed where it was, as if waiting for his answer.

Qing Lang lowered his eyes, his voice was even more cold-blooded through the transmission of the ring.

"Then never appear in front of me, and never send me a sound transmission."

Qing Lang paused, his voice became colder and crueler.

"...It's better to die."

The sound of the flute stopped for a while, and then continued to sound softly.

The voice was a bit rough, not as gentle as it was at the beginning, but like ice crushed by a hammer.

With a transparent, fragile fragility.

[I can't promise you forever. 】

【……Good night. 】

The fireflies formed writing, and then slowly dispersed.

The sound of the flute gradually faded away, as if saying goodbye to him.

But some faint fluorescence still protects his side.

until he fell asleep.

In the next few days, the old pervert did not use the ring to send a message to Qing Lang.

Qing Lang later also felt that what he said at the time was a little too much.

But he didn't have any intention of taking those words back.

If he did it again, he would still say that.

He put the purple ring in a locket and decided never to open it.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the apprentice ceremony.

Qing Lang straightened the blue and white robe issued by the academy, looking at the face in the bronze mirror, feeling a little nervous.

He took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked out.

In today's fairy world, as long as he is a highly respected god, he will accept a few disciples under his sect, but Master Fengning is different from others, he does not accept disciples to strengthen his own appearance or expand his influence.

But purely for education.

Master Feng Ning has an immortal spirit, has the world in his heart, and has compassion in his heart.

He likes to educate talents and doesn't care about the origin of the students, whether they are from the fairy world, the demon world or the demon world, no matter whether you are the prince of the heaven world or the servant of the demon world, as long as you enter Guiningmen, you have only one identity, that is A disciple of Guiningmen.

Master recruits a class of students every 800 years, and now it has been recruited for [-] years. It can be said that the world is full of peaches and plums.

The disciples he recruits in each session are all outer disciples, and in the apprenticeship ceremony, Master Feng Ning will recruit an unlimited number of inner disciples from among them.

In Guining Sect, each class of outer disciples can graduate within a hundred years, while inner disciples will stay in Guining Sect for a long time.

I heard that Master Feng Ning never looked at qualifications when recruiting inner disciples, but only at chance.

Qing Lang dreamed of being chosen by the master.

"You are Qing Yang?"

A strange voice came from behind.

Qing Lang turned his head and saw that it was a strange man, he looked Qing Lang up and down, his eyes were a bit unkind.

Qing Lang glanced down at the name tag on his body, and immediately understood his identity.

"Senior Brother Changbai." Qing Lang saluted.

In the past three days, Qing Lang learned a lot of things.

He knew that this senior brother Changbai was the master's inner disciple, and he was currently helping the master manage the affairs of the master's sect.

He knew that senior brother Changbai had just returned from thinking about Jingxin Cliff.

He also knew that the person in front of him was the one who asked him to take the dove fruit.

"You took the dove tree fruit?" Chang Bai actually brought it up.

Qing Lang: "Yes."

Strong doubts flashed in Changbai's eyes: "Did you get it yourself? How did you, a demon, pass through the fairy fog?"

Qing Lang looked up at him with a calm expression: "If senior brother Changbai doesn't believe that I can get the dove tree fruit, why do you want me to get the dove tree fruit? Could it be that senior brother is deliberately embarrassing us demons?"

Qinglang's voice was not too loud, just enough for people passing by to hear him clearly.

Old students and new students stopped one after another.

Chang Bai's complexion was a bit ugly, but he still showed a smile on his face. He took a step forward and helped Qing Lang straighten his clothes in a symbolic way: "Look at what Junior Brother said, of course I believe you."

After speaking, he leaned forward a little bit, and leaned into Qing Lang's ear.

His voice was extremely low, with undisguised disgust:

"If you are acquainted, get out, you demons are not worthy of staying in Guiningmen."

Qing Lang also smiled, and said softly: "You and other villains are not worthy of staying by Master's side."

Because sooner or later, I will replace you and stay with Master for a long time.

Become his closest disciple.

"you!"

Before Changbai got angry, Qinglang took a step back and bowed respectfully again: "Senior Brother Changbai, I'll take my leave first."

Qing Lang had just taken two steps when there was a commotion behind him.

"What... what?!"

"Changbai...Senior Brother Changbai! Toad..."

"Brother, you...you have a toad in your clothes!"

"Ah... so scary!"

Qing Lang listened to the sound of chickens and dogs jumping behind him, and walked forward briskly.

His eyes were bright, and the corners of his lips curled up a little viciously.

Well, although Grandpa Zeng is not good at teaching books, the little tricks he taught are quite useful.

The apprenticeship ceremony was held in the spacious and bright Minghua Hall.

Guiningmen has been established for a long time, and all the buildings are simple and elegant. Only the Minghua Hall, perhaps because it was newly built in recent years, looks magnificent, solemn and solemn.

There are 21 steps in front of Minghua Hall, one main entrance and two side entrances.

Qing Lang and 67 other new disciples climbed up the stairs and quietly walked in through the main entrance.

Qing Lang walked forward step by step, feeling like his heart was about to jump out.

Immortal Venerable Fengning was sitting in the hall.

Qing Lang actually couldn't remember the appearance of Fengning Immortal Venerable.

He was short and small, covered in mud and tear-stained.

And Xianzun is so tall, he stands in the light, his fingertips are as warm as the sun.

With tears in his eyes, he didn't remember Xianzun's face.

But it seems that he can always remember the eyes of Xianzun.

Xianzun's expression was indifferent, as if he was looking at Qinglang, and also as if he was looking at everything in this world through him.

The immortal is powerful, warm and kind.

He is the only god Qing Lang recognizes.

And this god is right in front of him at this moment.

All the fellow disciples around just walked with their heads down, but no one dared to look up.

Qing Lang raised his head quietly and looked forward.

But directly in front of him, the huge, nearly nine-foot-tall bear demon fellow completely blocked his sight.

Qing Lang was so anxious that his palms were sweating, his neck was stretched and he couldn't see the face of the master.

The freshman line stopped.

It's time to kowtow to the master.

"Disciple waits to pay respects to Master Fengning!"

Everyone knelt on the ground and saluted Master.

"Everyone, please stand up. If you enter the Guining Sect today, you will be my Fengning's disciple."

Master did not speak loudly, but his voice fell on every corner of Minghua Hall.

His voice was calm and solemn.

Every word weighed on Qing Lang's heartstrings.

Everyone finally raised their heads at this moment and boldly looked up.

The master was dressed in a plain white robe, and his indifferent eyes swept across the crowd, calm and kind, not disturbed by waves.He sat upright on the golden nanmu chair under the ever-burning lamp in the Minghua Hall, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his thin lips pursed lightly, his voice was a little lazy and indifferent, and it sounded very distant from a distance, so majestic that it made people dare not dare Looking straight ahead.

Everyone didn't dare to look at it, just took a look, then lowered their heads again.

Only Qing Lang stared blankly at that face as if struck by lightning.

...He had seen this face before.

——On that old perverted head who was entangled, sloppy, and he was swearing at each other, and he wanted to get rid of it quickly.