The current dean of the Yangshan Orphanage is the ninth-generation heir of Yangshan Tong Lao: Ouyang Yao. He has many identities, such as the dean, the descendant of Yangshan, and the lifesaver and foster father of Ouyang brothers and sisters.
Regarding Ouyang Rong’s career, under his deliberate concealment, everyone does not know it. They only know that their brother Rong is doing hard work and earning money to support the family. In order to reduce Ouyang Rong’s burden, the children in the orphanage work hard. Learning, regardless of age, is a leader in their respective classes.
It is the summer vacation. Everyone who is boarding abroad is returning to the orphanage. On weekdays, all of them are full of laughter and laughter.
Aunt Dong brought a few children who helped to make the fire out of the kitchen happily. After seeing Wen Renle that was all dirty, she couldn't help but turned dark and quickly dragged Ouyang Rong aside. Wen Renle squatted down and stared at a few elementary school students. After casually telling some jokes, the children all showed a novel look and played with this friendly big sister.
Not far away, Aunt Dong looked at Ouyang Rong, who was puzzled, and whispered: "This girl is a child of a wealthy family. How can you make them so embarrassed and embarrassed."
After that, Aunt Dong couldn't help thinking about it with extreme horror, showing an ambiguous look, "You won't be on the mountain—"
"Aunt Dong, please don't think about it. She is just my apprentice. She followed me in order to learn craftsmanship. It really has nothing to do." Ouyang Rong interrupted as Aunt Dong said more and more outrageously. explain.
"Really?" Aunt Dong was a little disappointed. In the minds of several aunts, Ouyang Rong was like a son. They wished that Ouyang Rong could find a wife sooner and let them hold their grandson.
"Really, I hope you and the other aunts explain clearly about this matter, and you must not talk nonsense in front of the children." Ouyang Rong said softly.
"My apprentice is a young girl after all. It would be no good if he was ruined by some rumors."
"By then, it will be very difficult for me to be a master in front of her."
Aunt Dong nodded in understanding, "Although you are apprentices, but you are all young people, you are within a few years of age, so you don't have any other ideas."
"No, it's really just a mentor and apprentice, so it's good to ask the aunts to be merciful." Ouyang Rong repeatedly begged for mercy, but he knew how powerful aunts were. Once it spread to the children, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"I see, these aunts are all sensible people." Aunt Dong couldn't help but laugh, and then pretended to be serious: "But Xiaorong, you are also twenty years old. You don't even have a girlfriend. What is it like? talk."
Ouyang Rong was really speechless and could only smile softly in embarrassment.
"Auntie Dong, at dinner—"
Ouyang Rong was interrupted by Aunt Dong, and the other party showed an understanding wink and asked him to take care of Wen Renle and help her adjust to the environment.
After Aunt Dong returned to the kitchen, Ouyang Rong smiled at each other with Wen Ren across the first floor.
"Did you finish your summer homework?"
Ouyang Rong said, several elementary school students immediately dispersed, shouting that they had not finished their homework.
"The children are really hard work now." Wen Renle pulled her hair around her ears and smiled softly.
Ouyang Rong shook her head, "Don't smirk, when I tell you what to study, you will wait to cry in the middle of the night." Wen Renle does not quite understand now, but until he really started to learn exorcism. , She understood thoroughly.
For the remaining half day, Ouyang Rong took Wen Renle up and down the orphanage, introducing her to everyone and the facilities of the orphanage in turn.
Finally, they came to the third floor of the soil villa. In front of the dean's room, Ouyang Rong knocked on the door gently to signal Wen Renle to keep quiet.
"Come in alone."
Ouyang Rong knew that "a person" in the master's mouth refers to himself, Wen Renle nodded, indicating that he would stay here obediently and would not walk around casually.
"I'll be out soon."
Inside, it was pitch black. Every step of Ouyang Rong seemed to be deep in the mud. Except for his footsteps, only the sound of paper flipping came from the corner.
"Foster father, although your windows are backlit, you don't want to open the curtains at all."
Coming to the window as he was familiar with the road, Ouyang Rong lifted the curtains, and the room suddenly became bright.
The whole room can be described as the four walls of the family. Except for the bed and the table and chairs in the corner, the rest of the room can be said to be clean and full.
Sitting at the desk, Ouyang Yao looked at the self-biography of a certain exorcist master.
"How many times have you said that I want you to call my master instead of my foster father!" Ouyang Yao's mean face and black-and-white eyes looked extremely cautious under his aura.
Ouyang Rong approached the desk and retorted the words of the foster father as always, "You take our brothers and sisters up, and call you that the foster father is right."
"Hmph, if you want to repay the gratitude to those old women, the old man can't afford it at a young age."
Ouyang Rong smiled helplessly, did not entangle on this issue for too long, and then told Ouyang Yao exactly what he heard about people.
"Your apprentice wants to teach me, you think the old man will agree." Ouyang Yao pouted at what the son had said, and didn't care at all.
"But foster father, I really don't know how to be a teacher." Ouyang Rong continued to persuade.
"You know you still pay, you are not stupid! How can I teach you a idiot." Ouyang Yao threw his biography on the table, yelled at his son, kicked off the chair, came to the window, and squinted his eyes slightly.
"Foster father, I think Ganoderma is gifted, and only by careful teaching can he become an excellent exorcist."
Ouyang Yao turned his back to his son, still holding an attitude of disdain for his words.
"Excellent, that's enough? The Yangshan Tong Lao, who holds white phosphorus and drives away all monsters, is a descendant of the line, you think it's just good enough!"
Ouyang Rong was taken aback, and then immediately replied: "Foster father, you are too harsh. As the predecessors said, as long as you have the concept of safeguarding the world and expelling fierce monsters, you are eligible to be a successor candidate."
"Huh." Ouyang Rong moved out the previous remarks so that Ouyang Yao couldn't refute, "Hurry up and get out, your apprentice teaches it by himself, and it has nothing to do with the old man."
"Teach yourself, teach yourself!"
"Boom" Ouyang Rong angrily rushed out, leaving only the indifferent Ouyang Demon in the room.
"Master—" Wen Renle heard the loud noise and quickly looked at the dean's room. Ouyang Rong's figure suddenly appeared in front of her and pressed her against the wall.
This was the first time Wen Renle saw Ouyang Rong who was so emotional, and she couldn't help but feel a little timid.
"Ganoderma lucidum, you must become a second-level demon exorcist. Let this old man who looks down on you take a good look." Ouyang Rong grasped Wen Renle's fragile shoulder with both hands. After speaking, he walked away angrily.
Wen Renle rubbed her shoulders painfully. She didn't understand why the master, who had always treated people friendly, became so irritable.
Looking at the empty third floor, when she didn't know what to do, a light footstep came from the stairwell. (End of this chapter)