After Qin Lang received his apprentices, he didn't watch the next test, which made the hopes of those disciples who thought he finally started accepting apprentices, so they felt a little more chance, were dashed.

He said goodbye to his brothers and sisters, and took Bo Zhong, who was stunned and looked at Lang Qianxing, and turned his mind several times, but he still couldn't figure out why Qin Lang suddenly accepted Lang Qianxing, who was his apprentice, 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 stunned.

Qin Lang didn't care about their reactions, didn't explain it, left a sentence of "half an hour" and walked into the courtyard in the deepest fog.

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

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

Bo Yi has an enthusiastic personality. After so many years, Qing Yunfeng has only added one person. Instead of guiding Lang Qianxing, he took him directly.

Zhong Yi was more curious about Lang Qianxing, after all, he was the first apprentice Yun Jue personally accepted. Thinking of this, he still felt a little uneasy. He and Bo Yi came to Qingyun Peak for so many years. Although Yun Jue occasionally gave them directions to practice, they were at most Qing Yun Peak's disciples, not Yun Jue's apprentices.

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

"Senior brother, why do you think Shizun suddenly wants 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 the assessment of the junior and senior disciples. When the other senior uncles accept the disciples, they will also conduct various detailed assessments on the disciples to understand the strengths and weaknesses of the disciples themselves. Zun is more special."

Boyi said "um" for a while, but still said, "Then 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 ate the wine **** calmly.

Qin Lang: "..." Enough is enough!

Those who can enter the Tianyun Sect are at least monks who have passed the Foundation Establishment period. 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 the meal in the evening. The materials used are incomparable in the mortal world. They help absorb spiritual energy, supplement energy, and improve cultivation.

Since it is not an ordinary class, the growth period will definitely be longer. It is also because the Tianyun sect is huge and has a wide range of resources. It can benefit thousands of disciples every day. If you change it to other sects, you can eat it for three days in ten days. Not bad, Xiaomen The disciples of the small faction don't even think about it, good things are only passed on to their own hands.

Therefore, when the Tianyun Sect recruited disciples, the monks from the Lower Heaven Realm all flocked to it, and they saw the disciple resources of the Tianyun Sect.

It was actually past noon after returning from the Mingzhonghui. 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 font of Yazheng 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, "Come 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. Picking up chopsticks, I picked up a piece of braised pork that looked the most delicious on the whole table.

The braised pork is well-cooked and delicious, full of collagen, and the aroma is sticky to the mouth. It is a kind of satisfaction to eat it in the mouth, but Qin Lang couldn't take another bite. He put down his chopsticks, took a sip of tea, and commented bluntly: "It's difficult. eat."

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

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

Qin Lang picked up the chopsticks again and ate the ones from the uncle on the table. Uncle opened his mouth and looked a little cowardly. He had tasted what he did, and it was not as good as Lang Qianxing's. Today, he sneaked away. If Qin Lang also gave him a "unpalatable" sentence, then he probably wouldn't want to sleep tonight.

However, Qin Lang didn't stop his chopsticks. He took a few mouthfuls of each. He probably put down his chopsticks when he felt it was enough, took another sip of tea, and commented, "Not bad."

Boyi: "???" Master, haven't you eaten for too long, so what's wrong with your tongue?

Qin Lang raised his head and glanced at Zhong Dao: "Zhong Yi's tea is not bad, just a little astringent."

Shame flashed in Zhong's eyes, "Disciple remembers it."

Qin Lang picked up the book on the stone table again, "Lang Qianxing, wash the dishes and bring them to my teacher."

"Yes." Lang Qianxing cleaned up the dishes on the table.

Bo Yi was about to follow him when he finally had a junior brother. He was very 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 neck and looked up at the sky in retrospect.

Zhong Yi quickly replied: "Return to Master, two hundred and seventy-eight years."

Qin Lang nodded and glanced at them lightly, "I've been tired of seeing your clothes for more than two hundred years, so I'll 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 his knees: "Thank you, Master."

Boyi followed Zhongyi and said "Thank you, Master", and bit his ear with his senior brother: "Senior brother, what kind of golden cloud roll is it?"

Zhong Yi was about to cry foolishly by his junior and junior brothers, "The trick of passing on from a disciple!" You fool!

Bo Yi's eyes were wide open, his lips were shriveled, and there was a mist of water in his big, pure eyes. His ability to deduce what is called hot tears. He looked at Qin Lang without crying, "Master..." He sneaked out today. Not only was he not punished, but the food he cooked was very ordinary, but he was praised by the master, and the master even accepted him as a personal biography after eating it! what! 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 for a while, and hesitantly asked Qin Lang: "Master, this disciple is puzzled, why are 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, so he 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.

"Pain!" Bo Yi covered his forehead, frowning and laughing, his expression was quite happy, and after he had completely recovered, he remembered what happened before, "Senior brother, you are really amazing, you will find me when you arrive at the Tianji Department. You said that it was really useful to let me admit my mistake in advance, and the master didn't punish me."

Zhong Yi shook his head, "Master is actually not a very cold person. He took the initiative to admit his mistakes in front of the master and the master, and the master might be punished severely. But you know that the master is very strict and dare to go up and admit his mistakes. , Master will think that you really know you are wrong, and you are willing to accept the punishment. How could he really see you being severely punished?"

Bo Yi's round eyes rolled around, and he looked at Zhong Yi in surprise and slyly: "Senior brother, how good or bad are you, you actually used the master to be soft-hearted..."

"Shh!" Zhong Yi tapped his forehead again and glared at him, "It's not for you. Don't sneak away in the future. Master didn't care before because he thought we were boring in Qingyun Peak, and it's okay to do a little thing. , but in the future we will be his direct disciples, we must be disciplined in our words and deeds, and we cannot be looked down upon by others, and let the master be told that he is not good at teaching. Do you understand?"

Bo Yi kept nodding his head and asked again: "Senior brother, if the master does not behave as you expected today, then let the head 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, and soon arrived at the residence of the Qingyun Peak disciple. 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 ideas about this suit, although most of them are envious, but there are also those who are daring and will steal it and keep it for themselves.

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

Boyi was in high spirits: "Senior brother, I'm going to clean up that room and let him live at night?"

Zhong nodded and gave him the clothes, "Then you organize and put the clothes in his room. I'll see if he has passed the customs."

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

He was already thoughtful, 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 the state of mind.

Bo Yi's mind is pure and bright, so even if the taste is average, Yun Jue feels good, and 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 is in 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 all of a sudden taken as a personal biography?

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

No... The idea of ​​Zhong Yi came up, and he laughed first, 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 a bit funny he felt. If this is the case, then Yun Jue is really exquisite. No matter whether he and Bo Yi can guess the reason why he accepted them as disciples, they will not have anything to do with Lang Qianxing. malicious. I will only take care of him as a 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, and his eyes reflected on the dish could not see his emotions clearly: "Master asked me to wash it again, but he said I didn't wash it clean."

"..." Zhong Yi also saw his own shadow on the plate, so he could only comfort him in another way, "Then you should wash it carefully. Boyi is already cleaning your room, and new clothes will be prepared for you. in the room."

"Well, thank you two brothers." Lang Qianxing smiled.

Zhong nodded: "Well. If you have anything in the future, feel free to contact me and Boyi. We will try our best to help you if you can."