Chapter 450 The Unruly Boy

It is estimated that tens of thousands of years ago, the entire land was divided into four states and eight countries. Although it seemed prosperous and prosperous on the surface, evil spirits were everywhere in the dark, causing harm to the world.

In this regard, everyone opened up a path to immortality, and under the banner of slaying demons and demons, they began to create immortal families in different places.

Among them, the Shushan Sect living in Shushan is the most prosperous and powerful, and can be regarded as the leader of the immortal sects in all four states.

The Shushan Sect is more famous for the fact that it has the only female immortal here, and she is also the close disciple of the head of the Shushan Sect.

Her name is Ruoshui, and everyone calls her Ruoshuijun.

It is said that she not only has profound magical skills, but also has a peerless appearance that can amaze all the four states.

Many people came here in admiration, almost flattening Shushan Mountain, but they couldn't even get a glimpse of it.

Wakasuizune has been living in seclusion all year round. She will only appear on important occasions or when she encounters a difficult demon to deal with, but she always covers her face with a veil.

There is a sense of mystery in the cold and elegant temperament, which attracts many admirers.

One day during the autumn solstice, the head of Shushan suddenly brought back a young man.

He is thin, dressed in ink clothes, has exquisite facial features, very handsome appearance, and a pair of eyes like dots of ink, like a river of stars flowing.

I don’t know how many girls he will bring harm to when he grows up.

Although he is still a teenager, he always has a straight face, looking extremely mature and steady.

Every move he made was elegant and dignified, with an indifference that would repel others thousands of miles away.

The leader brought the young man to Zhen Xi.

Zhenxi is Ruoshuijun's real name.

The leader said, "Ruo Shuijun, from now on, he will be your first disciple."

While Zhen Xi was looking at the young man, the young man was also looking at her who was covering her face with a veil, with a look of disdain in her eyes that was hard to detect.

Zhen Xi found out but didn't say anything.

I just thought to myself that this indifferent and calm young man had an unruly personality.

The leader added, "Since he is a teacher, you can give him a name."

The boy at that time was not yet very tall.

She lowered her head and looked at him, then slowly said, "Just call me Jinglan."

Perhaps because her voice was so melodious, the boy looked up at her and happened to catch her gaze.

In an instant, their eyes met.

The young man didn't have any fear.

After the headmaster left, Zhen Xi took him to the bedroom.

They looked at each other in silence all the way.

It wasn't until he stopped in front of the bedroom that the young man said in a cold voice, "I don't want to recognize you as my master, so I won't call you my master."

It seems that the young man has not yet reached the stage of changing his voice. His voice is clearer and clearer, mixed with a bit of youthfulness, but it also reveals a sense of indifference.

Um? As a master, she hadn't given him a blow yet, but he had warned her first?

Zhen Xi showed no emotion and asked, "If you don't want to, why didn't you refuse just now?"

He replied calmly, "If I had refused just now, the master would not have kept me. In front of outsiders, I can put on a show and recognize you as my master, but in private, don't even think about it!"

He is young, but his temperament is very arrogant!

Zhen Xi counted on her fingers and showed him, "You said you don't recognize me as master, but from just now to now, you have called me master three times."

"Who called you?!" The young man was a little angry.

Zhen Xi had no interest in tangling with the child and pushed him into the bedroom. "I don't care where you come from or what your identity is. From today on, you are my first disciple, Ming Jing." Lan.”

The young man stood in the bedroom, frowning slightly, as if he had something to say.

Zhen Xi waved her hand again, and the door closed with a bang.

Yes, yes, the story of the past life is fantasy. I hope no one will criticize me. I am afraid... shivering...