On a rainy spring day, just after participating in the Immortal Realm Symposium, the Rong Sect, who was in a rare good mood, did not directly return to the Sword, but walked alone in the town under Ningxi Mountain with an umbrella.

It's a rainy day, and there is only the sound of rain on the cold street, and Rong Zhiwei loves such a time.

Yoyo turned around a street corner, and she met him.

A child of about three years old sat under a leaky dilapidated roof and whimpered quietly, his body wet from the rain only in rags, but there was a finger-long scar on his palm-sized face, which was still oozing blood.

Dressed in a moon-white robe, she held the white-gray oil-paper umbrella in her hand, walked up to him, and stopped.

Rong Zhiwei stretched out her hand and covered the little one under her umbrella to protect him from the rain.

The boy looked up, his clear eyes full of tears, and the scars on his face were shocking.

Rong Zhiwei originally just wanted to put a bottle of medicine on his wound and heal the scars on his face, but the moment he raised his head and the two met their eyes, he was shaken by those clear eyes.

In the rainy weather, under the dilapidated and leaky eaves in an unmanned street corner, she stretched out her slender hand while holding an umbrella, and her cold voice sounded: "You, are you willing to go with me?" ”

The little one stopped crying, choked and stretched out his hand to her, and hummed a monosyllabic in his throat: "Yes." ”

Only this time, it was like a world away at a glance.

Rong Zhiwei smiled in her eyes, took out a small moon-white cloak from her storage ring, carefully draped it on his body, wrapped him up, and then reached out to hug him.

She in a moon-white robe holding an umbrella is like a painting, and even the person she holds in her arms is not so abrupt.

Rong Zhiwei thought, maybe the ghost sent the gods, maybe the eyes were too clear, so she couldn't bear to leave him alone in this world.

After returning to the Ning Xi Sect, Rong Zhiwei carried him straight into the Qingxi Pool, washed him clean of the dirt with her own hands, carefully applied medicine to his face, and deliberately left him with an empty room in her own hall.

Attentive and meticulous, he prepared everything for him and put it in the room, as for the clothes... Naturally it is pink.

However, this can't blame Rong Zhiwei for preparing clothes of this color for a boy, the Ning Xi faction has always only accepted female disciples, including the head of the sect and the two elders are women, and there are no men living in Ning Xi Mountain for a long time.

The head of the sect has always been dressed in white, the two elders are blue and purple, and the rest of the inner disciples are all pink or red, and there is no other color.

Rong Zhiwei can find a few sets of school uniforms worn by three or four-year-old children for him, which is considered good, and he can't be picky.

And Rong Zhiwei carried a child into the Ning Xi Sect, which was only known to the two elders, and the two elders were Rong Zhiwei's junior sisters.

After bringing him here, she took care of the wound on his face every day, and although he didn't say a word coldly, he could see kindness in her eyes.

After he stayed in the Ning Xi Sect for about a week, the wounds on his face were all healed, and it was almost impossible to tell that he had such a heavy wound, and Rong Zhiwei also had a plan to leave him here.

"From now on, your name will be Sheng Chang'an."

This is the name she gave him.

When he was very young, she barely spoke, let alone taught him anything, but since the wound on his face had healed, she allowed him to go out of the temple to play.

There was a precedent in the Ning Xi Sect where the head elder had picked up someone and came back to accept him as a disciple, but it was the first time he had picked up such a small one. Although Rong Zhiwei, as the head of the sect, has not accepted apprentices, the two elders have been.

Therefore, several inner disciples especially liked this child, and after practicing every day, they would play with him and teach him all kinds of things.

Of course, the disciples didn't know that Sheng Changan was a boy.

When Sheng Chang'an was five years old, Rong Zhiwei decided to accept him as an apprentice, and when the ceremony was held, the two elders of the Ning Xi faction and the inner disciples knew that Sheng Chang'an was originally a man, although there were many dissatisfaction in the faction, but no one dared to say it in front of the master.

The two elders didn't say much, after all, this was the first disciple she rarely took the initiative to accept.

She made a special exception for him.

In the past hundred years of loneliness, Rong Zhiwei has played almost everything thoroughly, including the body of the Ning Xi faction, sword dance, fan blade, and even spears and double daggers, not to mention the special leisure and elegance of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Rong Zhiwei felt that there were many things she could teach him.

He is still young now, Rong Zhiwei let him start from the basics, occasionally free, he will nest next to her in plain white clothes, he is small, he will often tell her about himself, the things of the senior sisters around him, she listens quietly, and does not respond.

Even if there is nothing to say, Sheng Changan is used to being by her side, even if he accompanies her quietly, listening to her plucking the piano, watching her play chess by herself, occasionally coming to see the writing and writing, and then drawing a few pictures.

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"Master."

Seven-year-old Sheng Chang'an wears a pink sect dress,

Her black hair was a little messy over her shoulders, and she stood barefoot at the door of her bedroom, carrying a pink headband in her hand.

I have to say that Sheng Changan is indeed a beauty, the seven-year-old boy is smart and cute in a pink dress, standing between a bunch of female disciples without the slightest abruptness, very delicate.

"What?"

As soon as she woke up from the bed, Rong Zhiwei still had some tiredness in her eyes, and asked in a very lazy tone, even if she was sleeping, she never took off the veil on her face.

This kid has lived here for a few years, but he has figured out her work and rest time, and he woke up and called her.

The boy pursed his mouth aggrievedly and pulled the hairband in his hand: "The master said yesterday that he wanted the apprentice to tie up his hair, but no one has ever taught the apprentice how to do it..."

Rong Zhiwei suddenly, stretched out her hand and pressed her eyebrows, and said, "Go and wait in your room, and come as a teacher." ”

"Yes."

Sheng Changan got the order, obediently walked back to his room, sat in front of the mirror in the room, and waited for his own dear master to tie his hair.

In just half a minute, she walked in in white, her three thousand waist-length black hair did not scruple, she stood behind him and stretched out her slender hand and put it on the top of his hair, and after looking at him in the mirror, she lowered her eyes.

only said: "As a teacher, I will only teach you this time, and I will do it myself in the future if I remember it." ”

The extremely familiar cold voice seeped into his heart from the top of his head, and Sheng Changan, who was used to hearing it, felt extremely comfortable, nodded and said yes.

She picked up the comb and pulled all his hair into her palm.