Xing Jiuan's nose was a little sour, "It's me, Jiuan."

She spoke and walked over quickly.

The eldest brother also saw it and hurried over, "What's wrong? Why don't you say anything when you come back? Are you wronged? Did that boy Mu Qing not take good care of you?"

The eldest brother's appearance is obviously a gentle and elegant man. Even if he wears simple clothes, he can still tell that he is good.

But now, this nagging and nervous look is like an elder who sees the child wronged and wants to stand up for the child every minute.

"I just want to go home and have a look. Senior Brother Mu Qing is very nice to me." Her voice was a little hoarse, with a little nasal sound.

The eldest brother said complaining again, "I don't say I'll come home early, otherwise I'll wear more clothes. Is it cold? Have you caught a cold?"

As he said, he took off his coat and put it on Xing Jiuan and took her home.

Although this place is on the mountain, the place they call home is really not small.

Otherwise, if the master has so many disciples, sometimes he will have no place to live together.

This is like a manor, or an ancient house with a large area.

As soon as you walk in, you will see a long corridor with ancient style, rockery, and a small fountain.

The long row of houses is where these disciples usually live, and each has his own separate room.

Xing Jiuan's house is at the center. Because she is young, everyone wants to protect her and also want to be next to her. Then, Xing Jiuan goes next to her master.

This is fairer.

"Master, see who is here." The eldest brother took Xing Jiuan in and spoke happily.

At this time, there are not many disciples here, and there are only three with the eldest brother, and one of them is the young disciple that the master took not long ago.

He is a young boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, and he is very delicate.

Seeing the two of them coming in, they obediently called the eldest brother, but they didn't know Xing Jiuan.

When he became a disciple, Xing Jiuan was not here yet.

"This is your junior sister." The senior brother said.

The boy called someone obediently.

Xing Jiuan is ranked 21st among these disciples. I don’t know why the master has accepted so many disciples. This young man is twenty-five.

By the way, after Xing Jiuan, the master accepted very few disciples.

For more than ten years, with the young man who had just accepted a disciple, he only accepted four.

It seems that many people want to become disciples of their masters.

With so many apprentices, this youngest boy is the youngest, and the second one is Xing Jiuan.

It’s nothing wrong to say it’s a junior sister.

Xing Jiuan responded and went to see his master again.

"Master." She whispered.

"What are you doing while standing? Sit down quickly and come to me." The master pretended to be dissatisfied, but his eyes were full of happiness.

It should be happy too.

Although there are so many apprentices, only Xing Jiuan is the one who grew up really watching him.

When the little girl was three years old, she became his disciple.

He is the youngest of his disciples when he was a disciple.

Although the little girl's senior brother and sister are enough to take care of her, she still grew up next to him.

Xing Jiuan walked over and sat down next to his master.

The master sat in a high position, with a slightly shorter chair next to him, which was exclusive to Xing Jiuan.

This has been the case since childhood.

This is her only preference.

The only senior sister who stayed here went to make ginger soup for Xing Jiuan.
Chapter completed!