The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 23
The little radishheads who were newly picked up the mountain lived in the outer gate for a month. During this month, a lecturer taught them some basic knowledge, and also discovered their talents and gave them some guidance so that they would know what they like. , to practice in the future.

All in all time flies by.

The new little radishheads all put on the white shirts and blue gowns of Qiuhuamen, with the same hair buns, kneeling in front of the main hall in an orderly manner, waiting to be apprenticed.

Because the rule of Qiuhua Mountain is that disciples choose masters.

Fu Wan also hangs on the main seat like a piece of pork, waiting to see if anyone picks her.

No one picked on her in the past hundreds of years, so she didn't panic at all.

The outer sect disciples were selected first, and everyone was very happy to choose them, because the monks in charge of the outer sect were very down-to-earth, after all, they had more contacts.

When they arrived at the inner gate, they were picked by older beggars.

Fu Wanduan sat in a daze, her eyes were gentle and compassionate, and everyone felt that her eyes seemed to be on him, and it seemed that she was not looking at anything.

Everyone looked at the little beggar who hadn't said ten words in a month, and thought to himself that he looked so awkward, and wondered if there was any master he wanted to worship.

The little beggar still lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "Disciple Ah Jing, I would like to worship Master Qingshuang as my teacher."

Fu Wan's heart was not disturbed, and he confirmed it, reckoning that this is the little villain, after all, it's no wonder that such a self-closing and twisted person can grow into a bright and brilliant good-natured young man.Moreover, Yuanshen hadn't received an apprentice for hundreds of years, but she received it as soon as she came, and it wasn't his fault.

"Okay." Song Wu frowned slightly, with a gentle expression.

The little beggar still lowered his brows and eyes, his fingers in his sleeves dug into his flesh, trembling slightly, sticky blood flowed in his hot palm.

Very well, she said yes.

Fu Wan stretched out his hand to touch the little beggar's forehead, and his heart felt cold, "The mutant spiritual root is barely qualified to be my disciple." As soon as she finished speaking, she said calmly, "It's just that you have a bad temper. , will be changed in the future.”

The little beggar pursed his lips and did not answer.

Fu Wan said quickly, "Back off."

Her attitude was very different from those monks who accepted outer disciples. She was too indifferent, as if she was malicious.

The big guy is so cool.

The other disciple chose Du Lin without any surprise. After all, Du Lin is good-natured and knowledgeable.

Du Lin liked the newly recruited disciples very much. Who wouldn't like young people with good qualifications, bright personality and enterprising spirit?
Lu Lingling was about to jump up and hug her junior brother, but was held back by Du Lin, who reluctantly looked at his junior brother, reluctantly holding back.

Fu Wan thought it over, Bai Yueguang, that must be unattainable.

If you get too close, it's really easy for people to catch and overwhelm you!

So she felt that she had to be a little colder towards her little apprentice, but of course it couldn't be bad.In short, it is enough to keep the original owner cold but compassionate and kind.

The little beggar followed her to the deserted Wuchu Hall, looked around, and followed her silently.

Fu Wan thought for a while and said, "Do you remember your last name?"

The little beggar shook his head silently.

Fu Wan said: "Then my surname is Song, and I will be called Song Jing from now on."

"Okay." This time he spoke, his tone low and hoarse.

Satisfied with his silence and indifference, Fu Wan nodded, randomly picked a room for him, and said, "You will live here from now on, don't come out if you have nothing to do, I don't like making noise."

Throwing the books to be introduced to him all at once, said indifferently: "Learn it by yourself, finish it within a year, if you don't know it, you can ask me."

After saying this, Fu Wan turned around and left in a noble and cold manner.

With a snap, the door was closed by her.

Done.

Song Jing looked at the book half as tall as him on the ground, and held it in his arms. His eyes were gloomy and sick at first, and then he laughed distortedly.

Holding a pile of books in his arms, he raised his face to look towards Song Wu's room, pursed his lips, and lowered his head again.He hates his gloomy inferiority complex and his unknown nature. He feels that he is like a puddle of mud, which should continue to rot.

Thick unhappiness and distortion flashed in the boy's dark eyes, which turned into hatred, but slowly turned into bewilderment and doubt, even with a hint of expectation.

Master is not such a person, she is so beautiful... As soon as he saw her, he felt very familiar, very familiar.

He even knew that she would call him A Jing.

How did that happen?

He thought of her calm and compassionate appearance, and suddenly wanted to get close to her.Take off her moon that hangs in the sky of the cultivation world, wrap it in his dark robe, and don't show it to anyone.

But when he thought about how he wanted to be close to a noble person like her, he began to feel that he was disgusting, that he was... unworthy.

Fu Wan didn't know the little villain's mood, she practiced for a while and felt a little bored.

The original body has a cold temperament, although it has a part of her influence, but only part of it.

Fu Wan decided to go out and have some fun.

There is a cliff behind the main hall, and there are misty clouds and smoke everywhere. Sitting in front of the cliff, Fu Wan poured himself a cup of spiritual tea, and couldn't help feeling that it was a good day.

She thought for a while, lit a burner of incense on the stone table, took out the guqin and played a piece.

After all, the environment is very elegant.

As soon as Song Jing approached, Fu Wan noticed it, but now this mountain is also his territory, so Fu Wan ignored it, and just finished playing, before turning sideways and saying, "Come out."

Song Jing bowed silently to her, and then said: "I would like to ask the teacher to respect me if I have any questions."

Fu Wan said quickly, "Say it."

He asked several questions in a row, Fu Wan told him one by one, and then praised, "Your understanding is very good."

It's even better than the original body, of course, Fu Wan won't say it directly.

The young man pursed his lips and remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Wan turned around and left, "If you have any questions, just ring the bell."

With a flash of cold light, a snow-white bell appeared in his palm.

He raised his face, and Song Wu had disappeared.Some inexplicable emotions began to flash in his previously silent eyes, like piety and paranoia.

He quietly stared at this overly beautiful bell, silently and carefully put it away in the clothes on his chest.

It didn't take long for Fu Wan to sense that he was ringing the bell.

She made a trick casually, and immediately appeared in front of him, and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

Just as Song Jing was about to speak, his stomach growled.Song Wu's body has no appetite, Fu Wan also forgot about this, thought for a while, picked up Song Jing's neck and flew out.

Undefeated peach blossoms and pear blossoms bloom at the door.

Fu Wan made a trick, the peach blossoms and pear blossoms withered quickly, and then gave birth to dark green leaves, and then grew delicate peaches and pears.

Fu Wan raised a hand to pick a few and handed them to him, "These fruits have spiritual energy, you can last a day if you eat one."

Song Jing raised his face, instead of looking at Guozi, he looked at her.The girl's snow-white face was illuminated by the sun and was as transparent as jade, like a god.

Fu Wan didn't know what he meant, so he frowned and said, "You don't like this?"

Song Jing shook his head, silently accepted the fruit from Fu Wan, and said cautiously, "No."

Fu Wan really didn't understand what he meant by his twisted face and silence.

Forget it, whatever he means.

Curiosity killed the cat.

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