Qianxing stirred his hands and didn't notice Zhao Yisu's ups and downs of state of mind at all. After all, he was only a teenager and only focused on himself.
"Master Zhao, Uncle Zhao..." Qianxing stepped forward and saluted her: "Disciple Qianxing, I have met you before."
Only then did Zhao Yisu remember it, but he wasn't very impressed. The two of them had no relationship and didn't know the purpose of Qianxing's visit.
Zhao Yisu said nothing, and Qianxing became even more nervous: "This disciple came here to ask for something."
He dropped to his knees as he spoke.
Zhao Yisu didn't like others to give such a big gift, so he lifted him up from where he was with a tap of spiritual energy on his fingertips: "Stand and speak."
"yes."
Qianxing took a few deep breaths, as if he had gathered enough courage: "Disciple would like to ask you... to accept me as your disciple."
Zhao Yisu refused directly without thinking: "I don't accept disciples, and I have no plans to do so. Besides, those below the sixth rank are not eligible to accept disciples. You are now the second rank. If you want to become a disciple, you should focus on the second rank sect competition. Well, if you get a good ranking, people will naturally like you."
Qianxing: "Uncle Zhao! You will reach the sixth level sooner or later, right?"
"You do have confidence in me." Zhao Yisu chuckled and turned around: "I am about to join the westbound team heading to Xuandan Mansion. The journey is difficult and dangerous, and I may lose my life outside. How can I talk about the sixth grade?"
"No." Qianxing said with obvious determination in his eyes, "I have calculated the horoscope for my uncle. Your fate is extraordinary and it is impossible to die young."
When Zhao Yisu heard him talking about fate, he paused before leaving.
"You can stargaze and tell fortunes?"
"This disciple is from the Xingxiu family, and his ancestors all served in the Siming Pavilion in the mortal palace, so he has some family knowledge. Although the fate of the immortal world can no longer be compared with that of ordinary people, but..." Qianxing hesitated for a moment, "I also said I don’t know, if I have to say it, it’s just an intuition.”
Zhao Yisu thought for a while: "Even if I reach the sixth level in the future, I have no intention of starting a new school and recruiting disciples. You should stop wasting your time on me."
Hearing this, Qianxing stood there pitifully, her mouth full of words stuck in her mouth. Her round eyes couldn't help but reveal some sadness, which made Zhao Yisu even couldn't help but say a few words of relief.
"Okay, okay, what do you have to feel wronged about? You have a good background and good qualifications. Your starting point is always higher than mine."
"Uncle Master's humble starting point makes him achieve today's achievements even more admirable! Uncle Master, I have been following you since before the sect competition. Every step you take in the competition is carefully calculated and flawless. Yes, I have come to Fuxi Mountain from the mortal world, and I have met tens of millions of people, but there is no one who I admire and look up to like my uncle."
This rainbow fart was so ridiculous that Zhao Yisu was embarrassed to show off. It is said that sincerity is the greatest nirvana. Qianxing, a kid like him, has the most sincerity, and he lavishes money on it, regardless of whether others want it or not.
Zhao Yisu waited for him to finish and then suddenly changed the subject: "You were standing over there just now, did you hear the conversation between me and Liu Ruyi?"
Qianxing clearly cannot lie: "I heard something, uncle, I will never tell anyone, and senior sister Liu Ruyi and I are friends. If you don't believe it, you can..."
"That's not what I care about," Zhao Yisu looked him up and down, "Seeing as you don't have any breath-holding magic weapon on you, why didn't my fourth-level consciousness notice you when you were standing not far away?"
Qianxing said embarrassedly: "Uncle, it's not that I hide it on purpose, but that I am naturally unattractive. Although I am the legitimate son of the family, I am always omitted when the family allocates resources. My mother said, When I was a child, my wet nurse would feed all the children but always forget about me; there were also several times when my parents took me out for banquets, and either they forgot me at the banquet, or they forgot me in the carriage... In short, I’m such an inconspicuous person.”
"Born with a low sense of presence?" Zhao Yisu summed it up for him, which was strange.
A low sense of presence means that this person has a kind of affinity and will never be an enemy to others. This kind of person has a pure and kind character. He can be a friend even if he is not a master or a disciple.
Zhao Yisu said: "I still say what I said. I really have no intention of accepting a disciple, and I am not used to the etiquette of others kneeling down and worshiping me at every turn. If you really like me, we can be friends."
Qianxing's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe the facts in front of him: "Friend, friend? But you are a fourth-grade person, I..."
"Determining levels based on cultivation is a rule in the world of immortality, but it is not my rule, Zhao Yisu's. Qianxing, friends should be equal, respectful, trusting and supporting each other. If you feel that you cannot afford to be my friend , just step up your practice, and the gap between friends can be narrowed a little bit, what do you think?"
Qianxing's little face turned red, and he was so grateful that someone else drew a big cake for him: "Uncle, I understand! I will definitely work harder, and one day I will become a good friend who can fight alongside you!"
Such sincerity made Zhao Yisu feel embarrassed. He thought about it and took out something from his storage bag: "This is a third-grade defense talisman paper I drew. It's not a valuable thing. If someone bullies you, it can protect you." A moment of peace.”
Qian Xing carefully collected the things and rummaged around, looking like he was about to cry: "Uncle Master, I, I only have spirit stones... do you want them?"
After saying that, a huge pile of spiritual stones poured out from the storage bag like a mountain.
Poorer than Zhao Yisu: "..." Gan, I am the one who has reached a higher level.
She waved her hands quickly: "This is inappropriate."
Qianxing was right. How could anyone give money to a friend? His already red face turned even redder: "Uncle, I will give you a decent gift when we meet next time. Farewell!"
After saying that, he quickly put away the spirit stone and ran away, as embarrassed as if someone was chasing him.
Zhao Yisu looked at his back and smiled silently. This kid is really interesting.
When she turned around, she saw Jiang Yunchen standing in the distance, taking in everything.
Zhao Yisu: "What are you doing? You appear and disappear."
Jiang Yunchen: "The leader asked us to go to Wenxin Pavilion together."
"Oh." Zhao Yisu kept up with him and walked forward.
The two of them were each thinking about their own concerns and were silent all the way until Wenxin Pavilion was in front of them. Jiang Yunchen suddenly said out of the blue: "Are you in need of friends?"
Zhao Yisu: "?"
Jiang Yunchen: "You can also take a fancy to a second-grade loser, haha."
After saying that, Zhao Yisu walked into Wenxin Pavilion first. Zhao Yisu didn't even have a chance to refute.
