Chapter 226： Apprentice, he is sticky and fierce (10)

Soon.

Someone knocked on the door outside.

Feng Qian walked over and opened the door.

A row of palace maids held trays in their hands on which were neatly folded new clothes.

The leading palace maid, Chao Fengqian, said respectfully, "Your Majesty, this is the new clothes that Your Majesty gave to the young master."

Feng Qian looked at it, nodded, and motioned them to put their clothes in.

The palace maids filed in, put down their clothes, and then retreated one after another.

The pavilion master of Jiuzhou Pavilion accepted Nan Qing as a disciple.

No matter how bad this child is, he can't wear that worn-out clothes every day.

This move is also a respect for the pavilion master of the Kyushu Pavilion.

Emperor Jing is very attentive.

Feng Qian's eyes fell on his clothes, and then he looked up at the boy who said nothing.

"These are yours," she said.

Nan Qing lowered his eyes and looked, but his expression did not change.

Just muttered, "Yeah."

Feng Qian thought about it for a while, and instructed, "Get some rest early."

After a pause, he added: "Tomorrow, you will go to the talent test with me."

"By the way, also test your talent."

Shallow wind.

Nan Qing lowered his eyes.

He saw it in the book.

In the Cloud Fantasy Continent, children begin to test their talents at the age of five or six.

If you have talent, you can practice.

If you have a good talent, you will be seen by many strong people and brought back to train yourself.

And he...

Ten-year-old has not yet tested talent.

It's long past that age.

Even if you start cultivating from now on, you should be... the weakest one.

Before, he had never thought about cultivation.

Now, the appearance of the girl completely changed the trajectory of his life.

I don't know if it's good...or bad?

"What are you thinking?"

Feng Qian looked at the dazed young man suspiciously.

Nan Qing returned to his senses and lowered his head.

He said softly, "Nothing."

He was just thinking.

If it is detected that the talent is not good.

Will she still... accept him as a disciple?

The young man pursed his lips.

Will it be... abandoned?

Or, go back to the cold and silent cold palace...

The boy suppressed his emotions.

Silence.

Feng Qian gave him a suspicious look and said, "Then you have a good rest and see you tomorrow."

Nan Qing nodded silently.

Feng Qian glanced at the boy again before stepping out of the room.

When leaving, close the door.

Nan Qing stood quietly in place.

a long time.

The boy tilted his head and glanced at the closed door.

After staring for a while, he looked back.

Nan Qing lowered his eyes.

There was some daze in the dark eyes.

Everything that is happening now is sudden.

There's a... unreal feeling.

Hair will stay.

The boy suddenly raised his hand and opened his sleeves.

Exposing that delicate wrist bone.

still.

That red mark.

And a silver bell tied around the wrist.

It's like... just looking at it.

Teenagers believe it.

All this is real.

…

the next day.

Change into formal attire.

It symbolizes the identity of the pavilion owner of Kyushu Pavilion.

A young girl, beautiful and yet atmospheric.

The strength is there.

No one dared to despise this young pavilion master of Jiuzhou Pavilion.

Feng Qian came to the door of the fragment's room.

The girl raised her hand and knocked on the door.

After a while.

Nan Qing came to open the door.

The young man lowered his eyes.

He was still wearing the old clothes from yesterday.

Feng Qian asked him suspiciously, "Why don't you put on new clothes?"

Nan Qing was silent for a while, and then explained in a low voice, "I...not used to it."

Those clothes are gorgeous.

He has never seen.

Suddenly, I don't want to change it.

Feng Qian was stunned for a while, and asked him, "Then you, come with me to the main hall now?"

The boy nodded quietly.

He lifted his foot and stepped out of the door, then paused again.

Feng Qian blinked suspiciously.

"What's wrong?"

Nan Qing pursed his lips.

"I'm still... change a dress."

The boy turned silently and closed the door.

Feng Qian stood outside the door.

Confused.

Fragments are... for what?