After the master took on a cute little disciple

Introduction

The Heavenly Maiden Senior sister and her swordsmanship genius senior brother, along with the spirit-exhausted useless master, come to preside over the grand ceremony of taking on disciples.

However, all the new disciples knelt before the master's sword, "Uncle, please take me as your disciple!"

The elders on the viewing stand sent a message of consciousness.

"His spiritual roots are ruined, even the new disciples look down on him, and he is pulled out to disgrace by his fellow Daoist and her senior brother. It's the worst situation in the sect!"

"The senior brother is the favored one of heaven, the senior sister protects him everywhere, new disciples rush to become disciples, and the master is just a puppet."

"If it weren't for the senior sister's hesitation, he would have been expelled from the sect long ago. It would have been a waste of resources to keep him."

"Add more fire! Let his life sword shatter in public. When the senior sister remembers this scene in the future, her heart will surely be unstable!"

I looked at my master standing alone in the corner and thought of my most troublesome Spirit Plant identification class. I mustered up my courage and went up to him: "Master, they say you were a master of spirit plants before?"

He froze for a moment and nodded bitterly: "I know a little."

My eyes shone and I bowed deeply:

"Disciple is dull-witted and cannot learn the fancy swordsmanship. I only want to learn the recognition of the spirit plant. Please take me as your disciple, Master!"

###Chapter 1

Master Su Qinghan, whose spiritual roots were completely destroyed, froze on the spot, and a sense of bewilderment and helplessness welled up in his usually calm eyes.

"Are you saying that you want to learn to recognize spirit plants from me?" "

Thinking of my constant stumble in the spirit plant class, not even being able to tell the most basic "dew grass" from "rotten heart grass", my eyes lit up like stars, and my hand grabbed the master's sleeve with a sense of ecstasy.

"Yes, Master! I can't learn the fancy swordsmanship, I just want to learn to recognize grass from you!

Please take me as your disciple!"

As soon as I finished speaking, the divine signals from the disciples around me buzzed in my ears like exploding talismans:

"Good fellow! Isn't this little disciple stupid? Instead of paying homage to the swordsmen, he insists on finding a master whose spiritual roots are completely ruined. Is his mind okay?"

"Originally, I wanted to see Su Qinghan being despised by all, and then my senior would step on the heart-wrenching drama, but then this rash young man takes the initiative to become my master. How can I torture him later?"

"This evolution is just too outrageous! Where is the arena of the asura that was supposed to be" ignored by the master and coldly watched by the senior sister "?"

Su Qinghan's lips moved slightly, and his voice was as soft as cotton fluff in the wind, with an uncertain quiver:

"Just now... what did you call me?"

I paused for a few seconds, and then, with certainty, I called out, "Master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint but blinding light burst out in his eyes, which were like a layer of dust.

He raised his head slightly, as if holding back something, and his Adam's apple rolled. He tried to balance himself, but his legs and feet were not doing well and he almost fell down.

I panicked at once, quickly loosened my grip on his sleeve, lunged forward, and my two thin arms clung tightly to his leg like a fence, acting as a makeshift "walking stick".

"Master, what's wrong with you? Are you tired of standing?"

"Did I pull you too hard just now and hurt you?"

My hands, due to years of hard work, are quite rough and strong. Just now, when I was in a hurry, I might have been too careless.

He shook his head vigorously, but his eyes became even redder.

Just then, Lu Mingxuan, dressed in a silver-white sword robe, came over and said loudly:

"Wanqing junior sister, look! This new disciple who emerged out of nowhere has no manners at all and scares the cold master!"

He strode up to Lin Wanqing, his fingers with distinct joints almost touching my nose, and then turned and shouted to the sect's holy ancestor not far away:

"Holy Patriarch! Look at this new disciple, who starts by tug-tug-tug-master. Where have you learned the rules of the sect?"

"Poor Master is weak, how can he stand such trouble? If something goes wrong, who will take the blame?"

When the Holy Ancestor heard this, his face immediately darkened. He came over quickly and reached out his hand to pull away my arm around Su Qinghan's waist, feigned scolding: "How presumptuous! Don't let go of your hand yet!"