Quick Wear: Is the Lord God showing double standards again today?

300 Master, I am offended 1

Ruan Junhuai slowed down his eating speed when he heard it, blinking and looking at Nanfeng. Is this considered eating alone? What if his uncle gets angry?

"Eat slowly. Every time he comes, he takes away several plates of cakes from me. Don't listen to his lies." Nanfeng put the teacup on the table and spoke calmly, not giving Qionglin any face.

Qionglin was unhappy and swung his whisk behind him, with his hands on his hips, ready to argue.

Nan Feng was afraid that he would continue to talk at length, so he waved his hand and a plate of different pastries immediately appeared on the table. The workmanship and appearance were not as exquisite as Ruan Junhuai's.

"Brother, this is for you." Nanfeng pushed the plate forward.

Qionglin didn't care about whether it was good or bad, he nodded with satisfaction, picked up his plate and sat aside, eating while talking, "Why did you accept an apprentice in this year's competition?"

Nan Feng looked at his humiliating appearance and signaled Ruan Junhuai to go back to his room to pack up his things first, so as not to lead his young apprentice astray.

Ruan Junhuai immediately took his own cake and went to the house opposite to pack up his things.

"It's fate." Nanfeng poured himself another cup of tea and said calmly

Qionglin just couldn't believe that a man who had practiced asceticism for decades would suddenly accept a disciple just because of fate. It might be okay to fool those old men, but he knew his wise senior brother well!

"Don't try to fool me with this excuse. Only the Second Elder and the others will believe it. Tell me what's different about this child." Qiong Lin almost choked on his food, but he felt much better after taking a sip of herbal tea.

"He is different from me. If you know too much, be careful when walking at night."

"Wow, dear junior brother, you disregarded the affection you have had with me for so many years for a little disciple. It really makes people sad and cry when they hear it." Qiong Lin pretended to wipe away the non-existent tears and took the opportunity to eat two more bites of cakes.

Nan Feng was somewhat helpless. "Brother, can you please be serious?"

Qionglin immediately sat up straight and put down the cake in his hand, with a serious expression, "You can see that this child looks a little familiar!"

This face changes faster than turning the pages of a book

Nan Feng was used to his appearance. "Well, as expected, he is my senior sister's child."

"Senior sister has been missing for so many years, and suddenly a son appears?!" Qionglin almost spit out a mouthful of tea, and forced himself to swallow it under Nanfeng's warning eyes.

He's still a germaphobe at this time!

"Maybe, just looking at his eyebrows and eyes, they are somewhat similar. The one hanging around his waist is the Peach Blossom Order I gave to my senior sister." Nanfeng was actually a little surprised. He had just entered the small plane and there was no script introduction.

Who knew that his senior sister would soon become his mother-in-law?

Qiong Lin was also a little shocked and still hasn't recovered. "So Senior Sister's disappearance was really because of that demon cultivator?! She didn't even come back to see Master before he died. She's really cruel!"

"Maybe there is a reason." Nanfeng intends to speak well of his future mother-in-law.

"That's true. Master loves Senior Sister the most. So this child is actually of... Immortal Demon bloodline?" Qiong Lin frowned, puzzled. "Isn't it said that children of Immortal Demon bloodline will die at birth? How could this child survive until now?"

This is indeed true, but it is really unpleasant to hear.

Nanfeng extended the ban on Qionglin entering Xiaoshifang by another ten years. "It must be that Senior Sister used the treasures of heaven and earth to save his life."

"He won't live long. I see a trace of death between his eyebrows. Generally speaking, he won't live past 30. It's really a pity that he should have gone further at his age." Qionglin sighed.

In the world of immortal cultivation, life span will be extended as one's cultivation level improves. Time stretches endlessly, and the road to cultivation is long and arduous. Immortal cultivators often retreat for dozens or even hundreds of years in order to achieve breakthroughs and advancements.

Thirty years old is the age of thirty for ordinary people, but for them, it is just the beginning of the immortal path. Their magic power and spiritual energy are not deep. They have not yet truly appreciated the many wonders of the world and taken solid steps on the path of immortal cultivation. They died early, like a star that fell just after it appeared. Compared with those who live for hundreds of years, it is undoubtedly a premature death.

"He will live a hundred years," Nanfeng interrupted Qionglin's sigh.

Qionglin seemed to know what he was going to do and slammed the table, "I don't agree!"

This scared Ruan Junhuai, who wanted to come in and ask where Nanfeng's bedding was. What do you mean by disagree?

Did he disagree with Master accepting him as his disciple? Was his demonic bloodline discovered?

Indeed, what cultivators hate most is demons. In their eyes, demons are evil and bring disaster to the world. They want to get rid of them as soon as possible. How can they think of taking them in as disciples?

"Brother, you scared Ah Huai." Nan Feng glanced at Qiong Lin.

Qiong Lin immediately withdrew his hand and smiled awkwardly. This was the child of his senior sister, and he was considered a close person to them. However, between a junior brother who had been with him for decades and the son of a senior sister he had never met, he would still choose Nanfeng.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Ahuai, just think of your uncle as having a seizure." Qionglin took out the whisk from behind and shook it.

Ruan Junhuai pursed his lips, not knowing whether he should go in. Judging from the appearance of his master and the others, they seemed to be discussing serious matters. "I just wanted to ask where the master's bedding is. I can't find it."

Nan Feng stood up and walked to Ruan Junhuai, bowing his head and saying gently, "Master will help you find it."

Ruan Junhuai felt that he had done something wrong and nodded obediently, "Then Uncle Master..."

"Brother, you still have things to do, and the new disciples need to be settled, so I won't keep you here." Nanfeng took Ruan Junhuai's hand and walked towards the opposite door.

Qiong Lin was so angry that he threw a series of punches at the back before he calmed down. Looking at the backs of the two men, he narrowed his eyes and touched his chin, "There's something wrong with my junior brother."

"No, I still have to check the lifespan of the immortal and demon bloodline. I can't let Fuyao do anything reckless." Qionglin thought and shouted, "Senior Brother is leaving."

He left the house and blew a sound with his hand to his mouth. Soon the crane appeared in front of him and hurriedly left with Qionglin.

Ruan Junhuai, who was in the room, looked at the brand new silk quilt in front of him and asked hesitantly, "Master, do you really want to take me as your disciple?"

He didn't think the person before him could do anything for him, but the years he had fallen into the devil made it impossible for him to really believe that someone he just met could really be so kind to him.

"If you don't want to collect it, would you show up here?" Nan Feng asked back, and then looked around to see if there was anything missing.

"But Master even used the token to trick me into playing with it." Ruan Junhuai lowered his head with a pitiful look. He just wanted a guarantee.

Nan Feng laughed. This brat was acting. "When did Master deceive you?"

"That Xiaobai..." Ruan Junhuai was about to retort when he heard a ding-ling sound, like a bell.

The next moment, a white brocade rope appeared before his eyes, slowly hanging down from the sky.

At the end of the rope hung an exquisite bell, which shone with a warm silver light and was engraved with peach branches and cloud patterns. The bell swayed slightly and made a clear and pleasant sound, ethereal and melodious, which dispelled the dullness around Ruan Junhuai.

Below the bell, there are several carefully woven tassels, each thread clearly visible, hanging down softly, swinging gently with the bell.

"Do you like it?" Nanfeng had already prepared it. If others have it, how could his little apprentice not have it?

Ruan Junhuai had never had a master. He had learned all his cultivation skills by himself. He even almost suffered a backlash from his magic skills several times. At that time, he wondered if there was someone who could teach him, would cultivation be less painful?

At that time, the demonic energy in the body continued to invade the immortal energy. The two forces pulled each other and made Ruan Junhuai miserable. Being able to sit on the position of the Demon Lord was enough to show how much heart-wrenching pain Ruan Junhuai had experienced.

Because he had experienced death and pain, he had learned his lesson and did not want to repeat the same mistakes or walk the old path again. He had really had enough of that long and lonely road of revenge.

In this life, he only wants to find a way out for himself, the townspeople, and Chu Hanxi. Will you be that way out, Immortal Fuyao?

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