You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 672 Jia Kai Becomes a Disciple

Shangguan Qiuying sensed the coming of the Heavenly Dao, her expression became solemn, her voice became high-pitched, and with unquestionable majesty, she began to formally question her conscience.

"To become my disciple, you must be involved in my karma. Do you agree?"

"Disciple acknowledges!" Liu Jiakai had a resolute expression and without hesitation smashed his head to the ground, making a dull sound.

One knock!

"Once you become my disciple, you must not leave easily. If there is danger, we will face it together. Do you dare?"

"Disciple, it is our duty!" Another decisive voice was heard again, and a muffled sound was heard again.

Two knocks!

"When you become my disciple, you should put the people first, not bring disaster to the world, but do more good deeds and care about all living beings. Are you willing?"

"I swear to the heavens that I will put the people first and live up to the loyalty and kindness of the world."

Three knocks!!

The ceremony between master and disciple was concluded without any extravagant visions, only three questions and three answers. As Heaven is my witness, this will never change.

Shangguan Qiuying sat upright, her expression slightly relaxed. After receiving these three kowtows, she felt relieved that her conscience was cleared. The fat man was very decisive and did not hesitate at all: "Very good, from today on, you will be my first disciple. Remember your oath and keep it for the rest of your life."

A jade pendant and a storage bag slowly fell down. This was Shangguan Qiuying's first disciple, so naturally there were a lot of good things in it.

The little fat boy was no longer nervous and regained some calmness. He stood up and bowed: "Disciple, remember this!"

He took the storage bag and hung it directly around his waist, while carefully stroking the jade pendant with a flowing hazy luster. There was a dragon and a phoenix carved on it, and the two words "Shangguan" on it exuded an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Then he pinned it around his waist with great care.

Shangguan Qiuying nodded with satisfaction only at this moment. This boy was quite to her liking, except that he was a little fat. She would need to order him to lose weight afterwards.

But there is a more important matter at the moment: "Jia Kai, my first order is for you to keep a close eye on your good senior brother. If possible, try to find out as much of his background as possible! The more detailed the better."

This made Liu Jiakai, who was originally filled with joy, suddenly freeze, with some embarrassment in his eyes:

"Master, could it be that my senior brother has angered you in some way? Can I convey this message and ask him to come and apologize?"

Liu Jiakai wanted to refuse, but when he thought that this was his master's first order, he could only say it tactfully.

Shangguan Qiuying saw the fat boy's embarrassment and smiled and shook her head: "I don't mean to harm him, I'm just curious. Besides, he is my great contributor and the one who made me want to take him as my disciple. How could I harm him!"

Then she turned around and smiled: "Such a mysterious person, what secret is he keeping? He even gave up on being a disciple without hesitation. Aren't you curious at all?"

The fat man nodded slightly. How could he not be curious? With the expansion of the intelligence network, he basically knew everything Chun Niuma had done. The more he learned, the more frightened he became. He was afraid that the whole world was investigating Chang Qing's true identity.

"Disciple understands. If I find anything, I will contact Master immediately!"

"Well, go away~" Shangguan Qiuying waved her hand. She felt very tired and relaxed today. It had been a long time since she had spent such a fulfilling day.

The little fat man asked, "Master, can you not tell anyone that you're accepting a disciple?"

Shangguan Qiuying forced herself to be more alert and became curious: "Every disciple of the peerless master wants to use the name of the peerless master to become famous in the world. Why don't you want to?"

"The path of a disciple needs to remain anonymous as much as possible. Let them compete for fame among themselves. The path of a disciple does not need these gimmicks. Steady and solid progress is enough~" The little fat man answered calmly.

He nodded in agreement, "You are a little different. Is it because of the Yuling Sect? It really is a magical place!"

The little fat boy bid farewell to his newly acknowledged master and looked at the bright moonlight. He couldn't help but feel that everything was like a dream and slapped himself hard in the face.

He grimaced in pain, which amused the attendants beside him. They thought the little fat man had failed, and just as they were about to say a few words of comfort, they heard a voice coming from somewhere: "You still have too much flesh, and you are not agile enough. Next time, don't come until you lose 50 pounds. There are a lot of things in the storage bag. Don't come to see me until you reach the Yundan realm."

The little fat boy showed a bitter expression, and his joy was also washed away. It was not a big deal to reach the Yundan realm, and he was almost there, but to lose 50 pounds, how many days of not eating would it take~~

"Yes, disciple understands~"

The little fat boy with a sad face flew away quickly. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer he would weigh more than 50 kilograms. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Only a few servants were left, disheveled in the wind.

"That kid just called me Master, right?"

"Hiss~ The leader didn't refute it! This... is really going to happen!"

"Ah~ It's still possible!"

Several servants were so envious and jealous that their back teeth were almost broken.

……

The next day, Changqing had packed up and was ready to return to the front line. When he went downstairs, he found the fat boy tightening the jade belt around his waist with a worried look on his face.

After knowing the reason, he was so happy that he couldn't help laughing. It turned out that fortune and misfortune are interdependent, and even the little fat boy with good fortune is no exception.

After talking about Shangguan Qiuying's preferences and temper, the fat boy avoided taking a big detour.

After bidding farewell to the little fat boy, Changqing left the Yuhai League and looked around. A month had passed and he wondered how the little guys in the bamboo forest were doing.

Thinking of this, perhaps I can change direction slightly and go back to Yuling Sect first.

……

At this moment, the news from the front line was finally known to everyone in Lingran Tianxia, ​​and the whole world was in an uproar.

Chun Niuma, who had the Enlightenment Tea, was actually dead?! He was killed by the Demon Lord, and before he died, he also killed two million demons?!

This sounds too magical. The fact that two million demons were killed is shocking enough.

Countless people are verifying the authenticity of the news. If this is true, Chun Niuma can be considered one of the outstanding people.

As for those who coveted the enlightenment tea, their eyes narrowed slightly as they looked at Qingtong included in the message, as if they had a new direction.

Some young geniuses looked at the number of two million and remained silent for a long time. Finally, they could only sigh: "God is really jealous of talents!"

In addition, many powerful people like Ouyang Xian and Jie Han who had interacted with Chun Niuma were quite moved. It is true that geniuses are the easiest to die young, let alone such a high-profile person.

The poem Chun Niuma wrote before his death is also well known to everyone.

I would rather fight in broken armor than be a slave.

Alas, pathetic.

Since ancient times, ambitious people have often been short-lived.

Who is the outstanding person who can row against the current?

I do not seek to show my pride to the world,

I only wish the remains of my body could be reborn.

Finally, I lived up to my youthful enthusiasm.

……

A recitation sound came out along with the young boy's immature words, soaring high.

In a long corridor surrounded by bamboo forest, a group of Confucian scholars in green shirts who were talking ceased their debate on doctrines.

They all turned around, looking for the source of the sound.

He was a young man with red lips, white teeth and a handsome face. At the moment, he was staring at the news in the jade slip in his hand in a daze.

He just felt a little oppressive around him, and when he came to his senses, he found that he was surrounded by students without knowing when.