CH 116

After Qin Lang accepted his disciple, he didn’t watch the next competition, which dashed the hopes of those disciples who thought he finally started accepting disciples and thus had a little more chance.

He said goodbye to his senior brothers and senior sisters, and took Bo Yi and Zhong Yi, who was stunned and looked at Lang Qianxing. Their thoughts turned several times, but still couldn’t figure out why Qin Lang suddenly accepted Lang Qianxing as a disciple and returned to Qingyun Peak.

As soon as he arrived at the courtyard on Qingyun Peak, Qin Lang asked Lang Qianxing, “Can you cook?”

“…” The answer to him was speechlessness.

Qin Lang didn’t care about their reactions and didn’t explain it either. He left a sentence of ‘half an hour’ and walked into the courtyard in the deepest mist.

The three people in the front yard were still a little puzzled.

Lang Qianxing looked around, humbly and politely: “Two senior brothers, where is the kitchen?”

Bo Yi has an enthusiastic personality. After so many years, Qingyun Peak has only added one person, instead of telling Lang Qianxing, he took him there directly.

Zhong Yi was even more curious about Lang Qianxing, after all, he was the first disciple Yun Jue personally accepted. Thinking of this, he still felt a little uneasy. He and Bo Yi came to Qingyun Peak for many years, although Yun Jue occasionally instructed them about cultivativation, they were at most Qingyun Peak’s disciples, not Yun Jue’s disciple.

Suddenly being crushed on his head by a new disciple, he would be deceiving himself if he said that he was happy.

“Senior brother, say, what makes master suddenly want to eat?” Bo Yi asked Zhong Yi in confusion as he watched Lang Qianxing roll up his sleeves and start chopping vegetables.

Zhong Yi shook his head and chuckled: “You think too simply, it should be junior brother assessment. When other uncles master accept disciples, they will also conduct various detailed assessments on the disciples to understand the strengths and weaknesses of the disciples themselves. It’s just that master way is more special.”

Bo Yi answered ‘um’ for a while, then continued, “What if master really wants to eat? Junior brother just came and didn’t know master’s preference, so I’d better prepare some.”

“…” This stupid junior brother.

Qin Lang, who really just wanted to eat, had nothing else in mind: “…this boy understands me very well.”

The system calmly eats sweet fermented rice balls.

Qin Lang: “…” Enough is enough!

Those who can enter the Tianyun Sect are at least cultivators who have passed the foundation establishment stage. Naturally, they do not need to eat three meals a day, but the disciples still maintain the habit of one meal a day, which is a meal in the evening. The ingredients used are incomparable in the mortal world. They help absorb spiritual energy, supplement energy, and improve cultivation.

Since it is not a common product, the growth period is definitely longer. There’s also a big wide resource in Tianyun sect, which can benefit thousands of disciples every day. In other sects, it would be good to have three to ten days while the disciples in small sects can’t even think about it. Good things are only passed on from the elder.

Therefore, when Tianyun Sect recruited disciples, the cultivator from the lower Heaven Realm all flocked to it, all for the disciples’ resources of Tianyun Sect.

It was actually past noon after returning from the mingzhong meeting. Qin Lang was sitting at the stone table under a peach blossom tree in the yard, reading a book—in fact, he was reading a novel. Qin Lang, who was in the divine transformation stage and approaching the tribulation stage, did not need the system to remind him to feel that Zhong Yi was leading Lang Qianxing towards him.

He flicked the pages of the book with his hand, and the original e-book page changed back to the old-looking paper with the Yazheng font written on it.

The three entered the courtyard and stood upright a few meters away from Qin Lang, “Master.”

Qin Lang made a “hmm” and turned the page, without looking up, “Bring it here.”

The three not only prepared meals, but also brewed fragrant tea. The sound of placing the dishes was very soft, as if they were afraid of disturbing Qin Lang’s reading.

When Lang Qianxing placed a pair of extremely beautiful jade chopsticks in front of Qin Lang, Qin Lang picked up a peach blossom that had fallen on his clothes at some point as a bookmark and put it in the pages of the book, closed the book and placed it on the stone table, and then slowly pick up the chopsticks. He picked up a piece of braised pork that looked the most delicious from the whole table.

The braised pork is well-cooked and delicious, full of collagen, and the aroma sticks to the mouth. It was very satisfying to eat it, but Qin Lang couldn’t take another bite. He put down his chopsticks, took a sip of tea, and commented bluntly: “It’s unpalatable.”

Lang Qianxing frowned, but still lowered his head with a guilty look.

Bo Yi and Zhong Yi looked at each other and didn’t understand. After all, they had tasted the dishes made by Lang Qianxing. It was really delicious. They don’t know if it was Qin Lang’s mouth, or if he had a different meaning.

Qin Lang picked up the chopsticks again and ate the ones from Bo Yi ends of the table. Bo Yi opened his mouth, looking a little timid. He had tasted what he did, and it was not as good as Lang Qianxing’s. If Qin Lang also gave him the word ‘unpalatable’, then he probably wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.

However, Qin Lang didn’t stop his chopsticks. He took a few bites of each, then he put down his chopsticks when he felt it was enough. He took another sip of tea, and commented, “Not bad.”

Bo Yi: “???” Master, you haven’t eaten for too long that something is wrong with your tongue?

Qin Lang raised his head and glanced at Zhong Yi and said: “Zhong Yi’s tea is not bad, just a little astringent.”

Shame flashed in Zhong Yi’s eyes, “Disciple remembers it.”

Qin Lang picked up the book on the stone table again, “Lang Qianxing, wash the dishes, then come to see master with it.”

“Yes.” Lang Qianxing cleaned up the dishes on the table.

Bo Yi was about to follow him when he finally had a junior brother, and he, the senior brother, should be responsible.

But Qin Lang stopped him, “Zhong Yi, Bo Yi.”

Both of them looked at Qin Lang, who was sitting quietly under the tree reading books.

Qin Lang asked, “How many years have you two come to Qingyun Peak?”

Bo Yi tilted his head and looked up at the sky in retrospect.

Zhong Yi quickly replied: “Replied to master, two hundred and seventy-eight years.”

Qin Lang nodded and glanced at them lightly, “I’m tired of seeing your more than two hundred years old clothes, so change them tomorrow.”

“Ah?” The silly boy hurriedly looked at his clothes.

Zhong Yi looked at Qin Lang in surprise, and said in disbelief, “Master…I wonder what kind of clothes this disciple should wear?”

Qin Lang’s tone was flat: “The golden cloud roll belt.”

Zhong Yi took Bo Yi and knelt down on their knees: “Thank you, master.”

Bo Yi followed Zhong Yi and said ‘thank you, master’, then whispered to his senior brother’s ear: “Senior brother, what kind of golden cloud roll is it?”

Zhong Yi was about to cry out from his junior brother’s foolishness, “the set for direct disciple!” You fool!

Bo Yi’s eyes were wide open, his lips shrivelled, and his pure big eyes were filled with mist. What is the interpretation of strength called tears. He looked at Qin Lang without crying, “Master…” not only did he not get punished for sneaking out today, the food he cooked was very ordinary, but he was praised by master, and master even accepted him as a direct disciple after eating it! Ah! Is he dreaming today?

Qin Lang: “Get up. Give Lang Qianxing a set too.”

Both of them got up from the ground with red eyes. Bo Yi was still immersed in excitement and couldn’t extricate himself, while Zhong Yi calmed down after a while, and hesitantly asked Qin Lang: “Master, this disciple is puzzled, why did you today…”

Qin Lang held the book in his left hand and played with the peach blossom in his right hand, as if feeling something: “I just figured out something.”

When he said this, Zhong Yi didn’t dare to ask what was going on, but pulled Bo Yi and retreated.

“Senior brother, pinch me, I think I’m still dreaming!” Bo Yi sniffed.

“You fool!” Zhong Yi tapped his forehead with a smile.

“It hurts!” Bo Yi covered his forehead, frowning and laughing. His expression was very happy. After he had completely recovered, he remembered what happened before, “Senior brother, you are really amazing, you can find me when you just arrive at Tianji Hall. You said that it was really good for me to admit my mistake in advance, and master really didn’t punish me.”

Zhong Yi shook his head, “Master is actually not a very cold person. In front of uncle masters and sect master, if you took the initiative to admit your mistake, even the sect master might not punish you severely. You know that uncle masters are very strict and if you dare to go up and admit your mistake, master will think that you really know that you are wrong and willing to accept the punishment, how could he really watch you being severely punished?”

Bo Yi’s round eyes rolled around, and he looked at Zhong Yi surprised and slyly: “Senior brother, what did you, you actually used master to soften their hearts…”

“Shh!” Zhong Yi tapped his forehead again and glared at him, “Was it not for you. Don’t sneak away in the future. Master didn’t care before because he thought we were bored in Qingyun Peak, so it’s okay to do a little thing. But from now on we are his direct disciples, we must be disciplined in our words and deeds so as not to be looked down upon by others, and make master be told that his teaching is not good. Do you understand?”

Bo Yi kept nodding his head and asked again: “Senior brother, what if master does not behave as you expected today and let the sect master punish me severely?”

“Then I’ll have to accompany you to be punished.” Zhong Yi rubbed his head dotingly.

Bo Yi looked at him with bright eyes: “Senior brother, you are so kind, I like senior brother the most!”

“…fool.”

The two talked all the way together, and soon arrived at the Qingyun Peak disciple’s residence. He took the key and opened a room that had not been opened for many years, and soon came out with a suit of clothes with Bo Yi.

Even if no one has entered for many years, the inside is still clean, because there is a special formation inside. The formation is used to protect these clothes. It may sound like a big deal, but each set of the Tianyun Sect’s direct disciple uniform is a magic weapon, which can withstand the full blow of the nascent soul cultivator.

Those who have not become direct disciples, more or less have some thought about this uniform. Although most of them are envious, there are also those who are daring and will steal it to keep it for themselves.

The two took their set back to the room, Zhong Yi took another set out, and then locked it again.

Bo Yi was in high spirits: “Senior brother, I’m going to clean up that room and let him stay tonight, okay?”

Zhong Yi nodded and gave him the clothes, “Then you tidy up and put the clothes in his room. I’ll see if he has passed the test.”

When Zhong Yi walked out with a smile, he realized faintly in his heart that after he had been accepted as a direct disciple, his dissatisfaction for Lang Qianxing at the beginning no longer existed, only the sense of responsibility as the senior brother existed.

His mind was very meticulous, so he couldn’t help guessing Yun Jue’s true intentions.

For the food just now, master must not evaluate it from the taste, but their state of mind.

Bo Yi’s mind is pure and bright, so even if the taste is average, Yun Jue feels good. The tea he brews is slightly astringent because he is concerned about the imbalance of Yun Jue’s sudden acceptance of disciples.

So, what looks delicious but is judged to be unpalatable…Could it be that Lang Qianxing has an impure state of mind?

In that case, why did he keep Lang Qianxing? What is so special about this Lang Qianxing that Yun Jue would take him back to Qingyun Peak immediately after his competition?

Also, why was he and Bo Yi suddenly accepted as his direct biography?

Did he really figure out something, so he started accepting disciples, or was it because he was afraid that Lang Qianxing would press on him and Bo Yi as a direct disciple when he first arrived, making him and Bo Yi unhappy, making things difficult for him?

No…Zhong Yi laughed at the thought, how is it possible? How could Yun Jue think so much for a newly accepted disciple?

Moreover, if it was because of that that he and Bo Yi became Yun Jue’s disciples…then they seem to have to thank Lang Qianxing, because if it wasn’t for him, they might have been just ordinary disciples of Qingyun Peak for the rest of their lives.

The more Zhong Yi thought about it, the more outrageous and amused he felt. If this is the case, then Yun Jue is really meticulous. Doesn’t matter whether that guess was the reason he and Bo Yi were accepted as his disciples, none of them would have any malice towards Lang Qianxing. They will only take care of him as his senior brother or with gratitude.

While thinking about it, he saw that Lang Qianxing had already brought back the washed dishes.

Looking at Lang Qianxing’s expression, he seemed a little distressed: “What’s wrong?”

Lang Qianxing looked at the dish that was illuminating, but the emotion in his eyes reflected on the dish could not see clearly: “Master asked me to wash it again, he said I didn’t wash it clean.”

“…” Zhong Yi also saw his own reflection on the plate, so he could only comfort him in another way, “Then you should wash it carefully. Bo Yi is already cleaning your room. The new clothes prepared for you are in the room.”

“Um, thank you, both senior brothers.” Lang Qianxing smiled.

Zhong Yi nodded: “Um. If you want anything in the future, feel free to come to me and Bo Yi. We will try our best to help you if we can.”