After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 20 Cherish life and stay away from the Detachment of Women
  After agreeing to Lu Ren's request, Tang Ling began to have frequent contact with her.

When everyone else ignored her and hid whenever possible, Lu Ren was like a little sparrow, following her around every day, asking for this and that.

One is to use the privilege of the elder disciple to help her borrow books from the library, and the other is to use the privilege of the elder disciple to use the cave...

All in all, under the leadership of Lu Ren, Tang Ling got to know some of the privileges that elder disciples could use in the Lingxian Sect, and he benefited a lot.

"Where have you been?" Tang Ling asked in confusion.

Lu Ren lived in the courtyard of the handyman disciples of the main peak, sleeping in a Datong bunk with a group of people, but ended up taking a downwind blanket from another peak early in the morning.

"Going to collect medicine!"

Compared with the first time they met, Lu Ren was not as unfamiliar with Tang Ling as before.

After getting along with her for a long time, Tang Ling found that she was a very smart and lively girl.

"You seem to have lost weight again!" Lu Ren looked around at Tang Ling with disgust on his face, "You're so ugly! Let Yao Yao give you more food."

"Yao Yao has done much better." Tang Ling, holding the small package containing the lunch box, suddenly remembered and looked up to find Song Nan.

I saw the flying carpet landing not far away, and Song Nan was being blocked by a group of women.

The group of women surrounded him and greeted him, looking like they wanted to get close to him. Song Nan's brows were furrowed tightly, and she seemed to be in a very bad mood.

When Tang Ling was hesitating whether to give him the meal, Song Nan had already looked over with cold eyes.

"Tang Ling."

The sound of cold ice jade striking against each other sounded.

Tang Ling felt that this scene was inexplicably familiar.

So, just like a familiar scene, the female disciples dressed in colorful clothes all cast unkind eyes.

Tang Ling wanted to pretend that she was not Tang Ling.

It's a pity that her name has long been well known in the Lingxian Sect.

Her appearance was also exposed to the public in various incidents a month ago.

"Who is it? It turns out to be Senior Sister Tang Ling."

A sharp voice sounded from among the women.

Tang Ling's eyes fell on the woman who spoke. At this time, the group of women's soldiers were following Song Nan in a mighty manner. The leader was the woman who spoke. She was wearing an orange gown, with the corners of her mouth raised diagonally and a contemptuous smile on her face. meaning.

It looks familiar, but I can't remember it.

As a former stay-at-home person, Tang Ling has been severely face-blind since he was a child. It took a long time for his family members to remember which names they should be called.

"Senior Sister Tang, noble people tend to forget things. Maybe they forgot that we had a chance meeting a month ago."

Tang Ling's expression was confused, but he still didn't think about it.

Pu Ying was a little angry.

Do you think you are so inconspicuous?

But her anger was immediately calmed down by a gentle and pleasant voice.

"I have long heard that one of our new batch of disciples, a senior sister surnamed Tang, was actually accepted as a disciple by the elders of the Zhen sect. Qingcheng is really envious of her. I am lucky enough to meet her today. She really has an extraordinary temperament and is not comparable to ordinary women like us."

A girl wearing a long white dress and a silver hairpin on her head approached and looked at Tang Ling with a pair of clear autumn eyes.

This girl... looks a little more familiar than the one just now.

Unfortunately, Tang Ling still had no impression.

But, since it looks familiar...

"Has Junior Sister seen me a month ago?" Tang Ling looked at Fu Qingcheng with clear and bright eyes.

Fu Qingcheng paused for a moment, glanced at Song Nan who was standing aside with an expressionless face, and smiled calmly, "Qingcheng thought senior sister had forgotten."

Even though we have seen each other before, we still pretend to be seeing each other for the first time.

Is this the courtesy of adults?
  Tang Ling didn't understand and didn't feel the sincerity from the girl's compliment.

A woman's intuition tells her that these people are not easy to mess with, and it is better to have less contact with them.

It's a pity that Tang Ling forgot that she had thought about the word "less contact" a month ago.

But Murphy's Law is Murphy's Law after all, and what should be escaped cannot be escaped.

This is something.

At this time, Tang Ling had just reacted. Qingcheng?

Is it that Fu Qingcheng?

A-level low-level spiritual root, excellent cultivation aptitude, diligent in daily cultivation, and correct attitude.

Since joining the sect, he has been repeatedly praised by the teaching elders of various sects, and was even accepted as a direct disciple by the elders of the Shufa sect, the head of the five sects.

He can be said to be the leader among the disciples of Lingxian Sect in this recruitment meeting.

Regardless of whether he was taking classes in the Beast Taming Sect or the Alchemy Sect, Tang Ling mentioned this name so many times from the coaching elders that his ears almost grew calluses.

In the past I just listened, but today I finally got the call.

good student.

It seems that he is destined to be unable to be with himself.

"I'm a little face-blind, but I still have some impressions..."

As he said that, Tang Ling glanced at the sky and noticed Song Nan standing up to leave.

Fu Qingcheng saw this earlier than Tang Ling.

"This is the way to the sect, let's go together."

She pulled Tang Ling with a friendly smile on her face.

Tang Ling was suddenly pulled by her, and the tentacles felt cold and soft, which made her skin crawl.

Fu Qingcheng caught up with Song Nan in three or two steps.

"Senior Brother Song is rarely seen in class, and Senior Sister Tang lives close to Senior Brother Song. She spends time with Senior Brother Song day and night. It is really enviable to have Senior Brother Song as a senior to guide her practice."

In fact, Song Nan didn't teach him anything. Most of the time, she was running behind him like a dead dog.

Tang Ling opened his mouth to refute, but found that Fu Qingcheng's eyes were on Song Nan, and he didn't pay any attention to him at all.

So she shut up again.

Song Nan glanced at Fu Qingcheng and said, "You and I are not in the same issue, so naturally we won't meet."

"But many seniors came to our class just to see Qingcheng, but Qingcheng didn't even pay attention to them! Instead, he always wanted to see Song..."

"Pu Ying!"

Fu Qingcheng suddenly interrupted Pu Ying's thin voice.

Tang Ling saw that her fair cheeks were quickly dyed with a light pink color, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out in the palm of his hand.

"Qing Cheng was just... paying a little more attention."

Fu Qingcheng lowered his head, lowered his eyes and said softly.

Song Nan frowned.

"Tang Ling." He said.

"Oh." Tang Ling responded subconsciously.

"Bring the rice." He stretched out his hand towards her.

Tang Ling looked at the palm stretched out with slender fingers and clear joints, and was a little unresponsive.

This was the first time Song Nan took the initiative to ask for food.

No, it’s not about asking for food.

Hey, anyway, this is the first time Song Nan has been so proactive.

She was so busy handing the meal to him that she didn't notice that her lunch box was also handed over.

Song Nan didn't pay attention, took it, turned around and left, leaving only an indifferent black back to everyone.

The wind blew by, making the leaves beside the road rustle, and the mottled morning light swayed with the wind, falling on the disciples who were speeding up their pace one after another under the trees.

However, Tang Ling and his party slowed down.

Fu Qingcheng suddenly let go of his hand.

Tang Ling felt that the sweat on his palms slowly evaporated in the morning light, and the spring breeze felt cold.

(End of this chapter)