After the fall, the fairies caught me and repaid their debts

It is said to be a black dress, but it is more suitable to be described as a black satin cheongsam with slits. It is well known that the cheongsam is slim, and the fairy sits on a bench raising and lowering her legs, and the slit near the waist shows the length of her white legs even more.

Looking up from the fairy's graceful waist, the cheongsam is also embellished with dark gold embroidery, embellishing a unique nobility.

The fairy has phoenix eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a tall and straight nose, closed red lips, no white teeth, young but charming, and it is impossible to tell the exact age.

"Elder Shi, are you serious about what you said?"

The master sat up and looked at the fairy in the black dress.

You should know that Zangbao Pavilion is the collective name of the three pavilions: Zanggong Pavilion, Zangqi Pavilion, and Zangdan Pavilion.

And Qin Shiyan is the one in charge of these three attics, holding countless resources of the Shengxu Sect, and her own status in the Shengxu Sect is extremely high.

What's more difficult is that Qin Shiyan has only had five disciples under her command for so many years.

Fairy Shi didn't even look at how many apprentice acceptance ceremonies, but this time, she just took a fancy to He Ange, a useless person with no spiritual veins.

She is actually willing to share the resources of the Treasure Pavilion with her...

"Poetry Fairy."

"Although I don't know what kind of wind you have today, but I think it's better to forget it. If the waste without spiritual veins enters the inner sect, even if it is cultivated with the best elixir and magic skills, it will be a waste of resources after all."

Among the crowd, the cold and feminine Mo Qianhua came out, looking at He Ange with disdain.

She continued:

"In my opinion, there are not many elders who want to accept him anyway. This time, it is better to succeed Wang Qiong, who has more training potential, for the inner sect quota."

After the words fell, many elders were also thoughtful.

In fact, everyone understands Mo Qianhua's intentions. At the beginning, she ascended to the position of elder of Shengxuzong with the support of the royal family in the capital. Now that Wang Qiong, the young master of the Wang family, has come to Shengxuzong, Mo Qianhua will naturally try to take care of him .

This is not shameful, among the elders here, which one ascended to the position of elder without some family support behind it?

Everyone is more or less related to secular interests, tacitly, and no one wants to be unhappy with a secular family with a big family.

The only embarrassing thing is that if He Ange, the real winner, were to lose the election today, it would be too inconsistent with the regulations.

"Sister Mo, I'm working in this palace, when do I need you to teach me?"

Qin Shiyan's face did not change, but her voice was much colder.

The atmosphere at the scene did not change significantly, but for some reason, only Mo Qianhua was under great pressure, his pupils continued to dilate, and his cold face was dripping with sweat.

After a while, Qin Shiyan withdrew her coldness again, and waved and smiled at the young man in white in front of the crowd.

Gollum.

Aunt Fairy is so scary...

He Ange swallowed, feeling uneasy, but still walked over.

Because the chair for elders was built in a relatively high position, when He Ange came in front of Qin Shiyan, he still had to slightly raise his head to look squarely at Fairy Shi.

Looking up at such a close-up angle, He Ange also allowed He Ange to appreciate the long white legs of the "Poetry Fairy" more intuitively.

But what surprised He Ange even more than her beauty was that this poet fairy was actually wearing a pair of black gold high heels with dark red soles.

You know, high heels are a modern product of the earth...

And as far as He Ange knew, only the shops he ran in the black market would order such stylish high-heeled shoes for wealthy women.

Seeing that He Ange was very interested in her newly bought shoes, Qin Shiyan couldn't help but become more convinced that he was a boy selling goods on the black market.

She raised the corners of her lips, crossed her legs up and down to change a sitting position that was convenient for lowering down, then bent down and touched He Ange's face with her hands.Finally, Qin Shiyan put her index finger against He Ange's chin, making him raise his head and look directly into her cold and stern phoenix eyes:

"It's He Ange, right?"

"Fairy Hui Poetry, yes." He Ange nodded obediently as the fairy who looked like a queen stared at her.

"Then An Ge, what do you think about what I just said?"

"Look, those elders don't want you, but this palace kindly accepts you, are you willing?"

Before He Ange could reply, Qin Shiyan shrugged again, and said with a sneer, "If you don't want to, I won't be able to protect you, this time I can only give Wang Qiong... and you, just go back to your outer door Stay."

"Or, you actually like the freedom of the outer door? Is that convenient for you to go down the mountain to play at any time?"

Having said that, Qin Shiyan narrowed her phoenix eyes again, and stared at He Ange suspiciously.

After all, she knew that He Ange was a frequent visitor to the black market, where good and bad people mixed together. Even though He Ange had sold Qin Shiyan many novelty things, it did not affect the possibility of her suspecting that he was the ghost of the Demon Sect.

And just now, even though so many elders collectively rejected He Ange, there was no trace of disappointment on the latter's face.

It is very possible that he had expected this, and never wanted to go to the inner sect from the very beginning!

If this kind of suspicious little devil really made him go back to the outer door, that would be letting the tiger go back to the mountain and taking advantage of him.

For a fairy like Qin Shiyan who has a strong desire for control and curiosity, it is better to take He Ange to her side and supervise her personally to be at ease.

"Fairy Poetry, I'm actually... not as complicated as you think."

He Ange scratched his face and smiled awkwardly.

"If you don't mind my disciple's crippled physique without spiritual veins, how can I refuse my master who is as beautiful as a poem and looks like a fairy?"

He is still sweet after all.

A few or two sentences made the fairy who doubted herself couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Who would refuse a handsome young man who is polite, well-measured, and will please others?

Anyway, Qin Shiyan was in a good mood.

She snorted coldly, pinched He Ange's face again, and after chuckling lightly, she raised her eyebrows and wanted to speak again——

But this time, before Qin Shiyan could say anything, He Ange took two steps back winkingly, and knelt down in front of everyone.

There is gold under the man's knees, and he only kneels to the world and his parents.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the master is not only a high-ranking celestial being, but also a parent who guides people into the path of cultivation, so the ceremony of apprenticeship is naturally the most important thing.

"Master, please accept my apprentice's bow!"

……

To be honest,

He Ange actually didn't expect that he could be promoted to the inner sect smoothly.

Provoking Wang Qiong to compete with him, on the one hand, it is indeed to fight for a place in the inner sect, and on the other hand, He Ange will also hold grudges against Wang Qiong who is run on by Wang Qiong on weekdays.

But what he didn't expect was that an elder would actually accept him.

From today onwards, He Ange is Qin Shiyan's apprentice, and also a regular inner disciple.

From this point of view, An Luoyi should be very happy, because the long-awaited good-for-nothing little junior finally came to the Tao.

But for He Ange, this is actually a bit troublesome, because...

He already had a master!

Back then in the abyss of the secret realm, He Ange's spiritual veins were poached by the witch. In order to survive, he accepted the first embrace of the evil phoenix from the abyss.

Now that Qin Shiyan is in charge of him, He Ange's status as a cultivator has only increased the risk of exposure.

Not only that……

In order to maintain his training expenses, He Ange often went to the underground black market in Yong'an City to sell things. If the inner gate was too strict, He Ange would have a lot of trouble even going out.

But of course, worshiping Qin Shiyan as a teacher is not without benefits.

The good thing is that, as the apprentice of Fairy Poetry, it seems that all the resources of the Treasure Pavilion in the inner sect will be fully open to He Ange in the future.

"It's both a blessing and a curse, let's resign ourselves to fate."

On the way back to the dormitory, He Ange stretched lazily.

However, he had just arrived home when he opened the door and saw a green lin emerald phoenix figure sitting on his bed——

"He Ange, you knelt down to me and hesitated for a long time, but Qin Shiyan didn't hesitate when you knelt down."

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9. The figure of a girl, the temperament of a royal sister

"He Ange, you knelt down to me and hesitated for a long time, but you knelt down to that human fairy without any hesitation."

The person sitting on the bed and speaking was a fairy in feathers with long emerald hair.

The fairy is 1.6 meters tall, with a childlike face and a phoenix, a green feather shawl, and a silk skirt, like a humanoid spirit walking out of a painting, giving people a faint sense of aesthetic distance.

She was born with a pure girlish face, with many emerald-colored phoenixes spreading around the corners of her eyes and face, like a purely natural makeup carved on her face, and finally the phoenixes embellished a spirit pattern on the girl's forehead and eyebrows.

"Master? You, why are you here..."

He Ange was really nervous this time. Facing Qin Shiyan, he could politely apologize, but facing the spirit girl in front of him, He Ange couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Because this is the real master who saved He Ange's life in the abyss.

Not only that, she is also a god believed by countless cultists.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is the ultimate boss of the evil faction in this world!

"Are you still standing?"

Feng Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at He Ange, and soon, the latter was ready to bow down knowingly.

But at the critical moment, Feng Yuan picked her little white feet in front of He Ange again, and suddenly an air resistance formed out of thin air, dragging He Ange's knees that were about to kneel down.

"no."

Her voice is lazy and flat, without any emotion, but soft and ethereal, pleasing to the heart.

"Seeing that you have been doing well recently, let me allow you to sit down."

He Ange breathed a sigh of relief, found a bench by himself, and sat opposite the master.

The master's name is Feng Yuan, and the character is like its spirit, which is the true spirit Phoenix Immortal who was sealed under the abyss.

"Master, when I worshiped you as my teacher, it was a life choice made by my disciples after sincere consideration...Now worshiping the Fairy Poetry is only for the sake of living, so I have no choice."

He Ange sat on the small bench respectfully and explained to the master.

"yes."

Feng Yuan listened, her toes tapped intentionally or unintentionally, it wasn't her nature to fuss over trivial matters.

After a while, she seemed to remember something, raised her hand and threw a red alchemy to He Ange:

"This is a demon pill refined by the teacher. The inner strength is enough for you to practice for a while. Accept it."

Seeing that the young man was flattered by holding the Sha Dan, Feng Yuan turned his face away to look at the scenery outside the window, and explained absently:

"Now that you have successfully entered the inner sect, you will be considered as sneaking into the interior of the Shengxu Sect in the future... You have done a good job in this matter, and this will be regarded as your reward for the teacher."

"So that's the case, thank you Master!"

He Ange was lying if he said he wasn't excited.

The evil pill refined by Feng Yuan can instantly kill countless magic pills on the market, and it is a treasure that has a price but no market.

After following Feng Yuan for so many years, he has never received such a valuable reward.

From this point of view, following the villain boss is not a dark future.

"It's good to know what it means to be a teacher."

Speaking of this, Feng Yuan remained expressionless.

Her eyes returned to He Ange's body, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and her tone returned to a bit cold and cold:

"He Ange, you have already accepted the first embrace of being a teacher, and my Feng Yuan's blood flows in your body. The second life is destined to miss the righteous path..."

Feng Yuan only spoke half of what he said, but even so, He Ange still heard the metaphor.

"Thank you, Master, for your concern. Disciples have their own sense of propriety."