"A woman came from outside the garden, her name is Qing Huan. She said she was your disciple and wanted to see the master -" Yun Yin reported month after month. He saw Qing Huan this morning as soon as he went to the top of Melting Snow Valley. Qing Huan
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Knowing his identity, he begged him to report, and he was about to come in to pay his respects to the master, so he reported to him.
Feng Qingyu raised her eyebrows, Qing Huan hadn't left yet!
Did she wait outside all night? She seemed very sincere.
She raised her eyes and looked at Di Shiyin, but Di Shiyin was calm and said lightly: "Let her in!"
Hey, she thought he would never see that arrogant little fairy again, but she didn't expect that he actually wanted to see her...
Well, now his only female disciple is here, should she avoid it?
Feng Qingyu opened her small mouth and yawned lazily: "Um - you are busy, I will go back first..."
Just as he was about to turn around, his wrist was held by him again: "Qingyu, why are you hiding from her?"
He couldn't help but push her down on the table again: "Let's continue eating." He picked up a chopstick of fried bamboo shoots for her: "Here, these bamboo shoots go well with ginseng fruit."
Well, since he didn't want her to leave, she might as well just sit here and watch the show.
She was actually somewhat interested in Qing Huan's purpose of coming.
In a moment, Yunyin Lianyue led Qing Huan to the door. After reporting to Emperor Shiyin's consent, he finally entered.
Qing Huan came here with great sincerity. She actually stood outside in the ice and snow all night. When she entered the house, she even had a ray of cold air on her body.
She glanced at Di Shiyin sitting at the table. His face looked a little pale, but his eyes were extremely deep and full of energy. At a casual glance, she shivered!
She always feared and respected Di Shiyin, her master. Of course, deep down in her heart, there was also a trace of admiration that she never dared to express...
She was so busy that she wanted to kneel down and kowtow: "Greetings to Master..."
Before she could kneel on the ground, she was stopped by a force. Her legs bent, but she could not kneel down.
Di Shiyin's voice sounded as faintly as flowing water: "Qinghuan Sanxian, what are you doing here?"
He was referring to her as a priest, but he did not recognize this disciple at all!
Qing Huan's face changed slightly: "Master - disciple..."
Emperor Shiyin's handsome face sank slightly: "I am not your master! I only promised Yan Chi to teach you a few mental techniques, but have you officially accepted you as a disciple?" His voice was as cold as ice and as cold as water.
He stated a fact ruthlessly and coldly.
Although he lost his memory at the beginning, he was still cautious about accepting disciples.
Qing Huan's qualifications were average. If it weren't for Yan Chi's sake, he would never have interacted with Qing Huan.
When he first left her in the Emperor's Mansion, he just taught her a few sets of kung fu and did not officially accept her as his disciple.
She called him master then, but he just didn't bother to correct her.
Qing Huan's pretty face was pale, and her eyes were full of tears: "This--" What Di Shiyin said was indeed the truth. She couldn't find anything to refute for a while and lowered her head.