The narration system of Wuxia Journey

When the two arrived at Yan Chongtian's residence, before they could ask for an explanation, Yan Chongtian, who was sitting by the fire and wrapped in a quilt, glared back at them angrily.

At this time, there was a smell of medicine in the room, and the soup pot hanging on the stove was obviously freshly boiled herbs.

He looked at Yun Feiyang and muttered...

"You little stinky boy, don't you know to cover me with a quilt before leaving, ah... sneeze..."

"I've been freezing all night, do you know how the old man survived? If I wasn't in good health, I would have been frozen to death in the cold night dew when you came. ah sneeze... ah sneeze..."

As he spoke, Yan Chongtian sneezed continuously, and his red rosacea caused him to speak in a muffled voice.

"Master, are you... catching a cold?" Lun Wan'er asked in confusion.

Yan Chongtian rolled his eyes at her unhappily. This girl really forgot about Master after having a lover, and couldn't see such an obvious thing.

But he also knew that it was good enough for two grown men to carry you back to the house, and it was impossible for them to take care of you meticulously.

The reason why he took the initiative was that he saw that the little girl had something wrong on her face. Although he didn't know how he had offended the little girl, he had to stand up first so that he could act like a master.

Lun Wan'er also reacted at this time. She put down the mud ball in her hand, walked to the stove, opened the lid and took a look, then picked up the rag beside her and poured out the medicine inside.

But she was also unreasonable, snorting coldly...

"Master, what are you talking about? You didn't even call me for dinner yesterday. And, you knew Feiyang couldn't drink, but you still dragged him to drink with you."

"He doesn't have internal energy to protect his body. Fortunately, he knew to cover himself with a blanket, otherwise he would be the one who froze to death all night. Master, you would have no place to cry then."

Looking at Lun Wan'er's little mouth preaching, Yan Chongtian wanted to say that this kid didn't drink much at all, and drank the whole jar of wine by himself. After thinking about it, he was so angry that he didn't argue anything, and picked up the medicine and blew it silently.

He glared at Yun Feiyang who was smiling but not saying anything beside him, drank the medicine in one breath, and said: "You have become a mean boy now, watching your little wife vent your anger for you and not speaking for me."

Before Yun Feiyang spoke, Lun Wan'er was already blushing at the words "little wife". She glared at Yan Chongtian and said: "Master, don't you want to eat beggar's chicken?"

"Beggar's chicken? What is that?" Yan Chongtian asked curiously, and he had already looked at the mud ball on the table.

Yun Feiyang stood up and took the mud ball, and gently knocked open the outer mud shell with the fire tongs beside him. In the steam, a complex smell mixed with the fragrance of lotus leaves and chicken rose up.

Lun Wan'er and Yan Chongtian's eyes lit up. They didn't expect that there was such a delicious taste in the mud shell. Yan Chongtian didn't care about anything else and immediately stretched out his hand to tear open the lotus leaf, and a bright red and fragrant whole chicken was revealed.

Yan Chongtian didn't mind the heat, he blew air while reaching out to grab and tear it. Unexpectedly, with just a slight pull, a chicken leg was torn off. Under the shiny and oily crispy skin, there was fat and plump chicken leg meat.

Yan Chongtian swallowed his saliva and took a bite. His eyes were bright again. The fragrance of lotus leaves and the fragrance of chicken filled his mouth and nose. It tasted crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and delicious, fat but not greasy. He immediately praised: "Delicious! Delicious!"

Seeing him like this, Lun Wan'er, who couldn't wait, also started to tear it directly. Looking at the two people who were eating a chicken leg happily, Yun Feiyang smiled and stretched out his hand to tear a piece of chicken and started to eat.

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After eating and drinking, Yan Chongtian patted his stomach without any image, humming and saying: "Since you are so filial, I won't care."

Yun Feiyang didn't care, but Lun Wan'er rolled her eyes and said: "Master, then you can accept Feiyang as your apprentice, so that you can eat beggar chicken every day."

"Humph!" Yan Chongtian snorted, glanced at Lun Wan'er, and said: "You are a clever girl, a beggar chicken is Trying to trick the old man into accepting a disciple."

Lun Wan'er stood behind him, shaking his shoulders, unwillingly saying: "Master, just accept Feiyang. The headmaster doesn't want to accept Feiyang as a disciple, so he can't learn martial arts."

Yan Chongtian was unmoved and said: "Look at this kid, how can he be anxious? I don't think he is anxious, but you are anxious, right? Do you really want to marry this kid?"

"Master, if you do this again, I will ignore you! Just accept Feiyang!" Lun Wan'er acted cute and coquettish.

Yan Chongtian patted the back of her hand and said...

"Okay, okay! Stop shaking, the old man is about to be shaken apart by you."

"Wait a little longer, it would be best if Qingsong accepted Feiyang, if it's really not possible,Okay, the old man will accept him as his apprentice again. "

"Little girl, the matter here is not as simple as you think..."

Lun Wan'er pinched his shoulders and asked in confusion: "But the headmaster has always refused to accept Feiyang? And why can't you accept Feiyang as your apprentice, Master?"

Yan Chongtian saw that he couldn't fool him, so he had to curse...

"Old man, I also want to know what Qingsong thinks? I have told him many times, and he always said he would think about it. In the end, he thought about it and thought about it, but there was no result. "

"The old man can't accept Feiyang as his apprentice unless it is absolutely necessary. I naturally have my reasons. The problems involved are big, and it may harm Feiyang."

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"Master, are you worried about affecting the succession of the next headmaster? "Yun Feiyang suddenly said.

As soon as these words came out, Yan Chongtian looked at Yun Feiyang in surprise, as if he had just met this silly boy for the first time; Lun Wan'er looked puzzled and puzzled!

Yun Feiyang smiled and said...

"Master Uncle was once the eldest disciple of the previous generation and the best candidate for the head of the sect. However, Master Uncle later lost all his martial arts, so Qingsong Zhenren took over the position of the head of the sect."

"If Master Uncle accepts me as a disciple, then no matter from the name or status, I will be the eldest disciple of the Chongzhen Sect of this generation. No one can deny this. At the same time, I am also the disciple who is most qualified to take over as the head of the sect."

"If it is normal, it will be fine! But now, in addition to the head of the sect, there are also two uncles Chisong and Cangsong who are eyeing the position of the head of the sect."

"In addition, there is Dugu Wudi of the Wudi Sect who is eyeing the outside. At this time, the Chongzhen Sect can be said to be troubled by internal and external troubles. If it is not good, it will cause internal fighting. "

"In this case, if Master Uncle accepts me as a disciple, that would be the biggest variable, which would seriously affect Senior Brother Bai Shi's position, which is not conducive to the development of the sect."

[Your remarks shocked Yan Chongtian greatly. He felt that he had never really understood you. Even so, he would not easily accept you as a disciple.]

Looking at the two people's surprised faces and the prompts of the system narration, Yun Feiyang shrugged and said, "There is nothing strange about this. As long as you jump out, you will naturally understand it."

Yan Chongtian frowned, as if he had just met Yun Feiyang for the first time. Then a smile flashed in his eyes. He stood up and blasted the two out, pushing them away and saying, "The old man has not recovered from the cold, and his head is splitting. My whole body is sore. I want to go to bed. Let's go! Let's go!"

After saying that, he didn't care about the helpless faces of the two people and closed the door immediately!