I no longer accept apprentices, even if this is the face of a person in front of me, it still amazes me than when I first met Qing Han.
Thinking of the past, I lost my appetite a bit.
The person opposite me carefully observed my expression and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
I put down my chopsticks and said casually, "I think I'm about to die, I'm taking a bite of this meal, and I feel like I can't swallow it."
He was stunned for a moment and looked at me blankly, obviously not expecting that I would say such a sentence.
But what I said is true. I didn't want to hide it from him, and I said to him directly:
"Let's be honest with you, my days are approaching, and it's time for my feathering. Recently, my eyes have been spent and my ears have lost my hearing. My mind is always in a trance, and my mana has regressed so much. I don't have anything to teach you. I think you are amazingly talented, talented, and shameless. You should be a good material for cultivating immortals and eager to learn. Don't waste your time. Go out of my small courtyard and turn right and follow the path. Go, get out of my misty mountain, and find another expert to learn from."
When I said so much, he probably didn't understand my central idea. He just stared at me blankly, his face pale, and his voice was a little hoarse and asked: "When are these things...?"
Looking at his face, I guessed that he probably understood in his heart that he had come to the wrong place, and regretted that he wasted time pestering me.
I am a person who wants to die, and I am tired of others delaying the time of cultivating immortals. I also feel very sorry, so I answer his words: "There have been signs of this a hundred years ago. At that time, I wanted to accept an apprentice to inherit the mantle and mantle, but In the end, it was ruined by playing, and now there is at most one or two years left to live, so I just want to live in this yard in peace and not worry about it."
Hearing what I said, for some reason his face turned paler, as if he had been struck by evil, and looked at me with dazed eyes.
I finally ate a piece of fish, got up and walked into the house: "After you finish eating, put the tableware and chopsticks away. I'll go to sleep for a while. I'll do it again when I wake up. You can leave by yourself."
But before I turned around and took a step, someone grabbed my hand, and there was a burst of "ping bang bang" noise. When I turned around, I saw that the young man got up too quickly and knocked all the tableware and chopsticks on the table. on the ground.
But as if he couldn't see these broken bowls and couldn't hear these voices, he dragged my hand across the table like this, his eyes were anxious and a little pleading, he stared at me, his lips trembling for a long time: "I don't accept disciples. It's okay, don't drive me away."
This sentence, this tone, instantly reminded me of the boy who was a hundred years ago, his eyes were frightened and his expression was uneasy.
I lost my mind for a while, and when he held my arm a little numb, I came back and asked him, "I don't accept you as an apprentice, why are you staying here? Is it?"
He pursed his lips, as if he was hurt by my words, but I don't know what hurts these words.
He lowered his eyes, saw the mess on the table, and raised his head again: "I'll help you cook. Fish with you..." He paused, "Leave the dishes to me too."
Well, it really is my retirement.
I pulled my arm back from his hand, and then looked at this young man with all my composure. There was no immortal spirit in his body, so he should be a mortal, but a mortal does not come to ask for immortality, not to immortalize. , just want to accompany me to fish and cook for me here
Are you planning to build a self-cultivation pension center here
Of course, it may also be because my immortal magic has degenerated too much now, and his magic power is higher than mine, and I can't see the aura on him, so I think he is a mortal.
"Let's talk." I held up my hands and stopped talking to him, and asked directly, "What do you really want?"
He was also on the other side of the table with a serious expression and a serious look, staring at me with burning eyes: "What I want is you."
I suddenly felt a sore throat stuck by a fishbone...
"Young man." I rubbed my brows, intending to have a good talk with him, "Did you not understand what I said just now? I, my destiny is approaching, I can't accept an apprentice, let alone fall in love." Tell him in one sentence, "I'm going to die. I don't have time or experience to play with you young people."
Hearing what I said, for some reason, his face turned whiter every inch, as if thousands of sharp knives had pierced through his chest.
The corners of his lips tightened, and after a long while, he said, "It's not to play..." He seemed to have made up his mind, and gritted his teeth, "Actually, I..."
I waved my hand and didn't want to hear any more from him, so I turned and walked into the room: "I'll tell you straight, I didn't accept an apprentice because I accepted an apprentice before, but that apprentice betrayed me, and I was hurt to the core. I can’t trust anyone anymore.” I paused, “As for this messy and absurd love between men and women, it doesn’t suit me anymore. I’ve lived for 1,800 years, and I haven’t moved my mind a few times. That's right, you, go as soon as possible."
Before I entered the inner room, I looked back at him, but I saw that he was pale, looking down at the messy table and tray, as lonely as a rag doll that was torn apart and abandoned.
Wouldn't it be rejected, as for how sad it is, I pouted and went back to the room.
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