Feng Chengyuan smiled and asked Yu Nian, "Do I need to draw?"
Yu Nian replied concisely, "No need. You probably can't do it."
"Pfft—"
"Cough..."
Chen Xian, who was drinking water beside them, suddenly spat it out and stared at the young miss in astonishment.
Their president had always excelled in everything since childhood and was respectful to the elders and kind to the young. No one had ever dared to say that Feng Chengyuan couldn't do something.
Hearing this, Feng Chengyuan tilted his head slightly. A faint shadow fell on his handsome face, and his tone was rather ambiguous. "Can't do it?"
No one had expected Feng Chengyuan to actually respond. For a moment, the atmosphere was a bit strange.
Yu Nian nodded and explained, "Your constitution is special, and you've never been exposed to such things before. I'm afraid it might have an adverse effect on you. Moreover, you're my contract partner, so we should naturally be inseparable. With my strength, I'm absolutely capable of protecting you well."
Hearing this, the corners of Feng Chengyuan's mouth curled up slightly, and the oppressive feeling around him suddenly disappeared.
He picked up a book, his cold peach blossom eyes fixed on Yu Nian without blinking. "Let me draw with you."
He Zhiping looked at Feng Chengyuan in disbelief, thinking to himself that in this day and age, how could there be someone who would actively seek trouble?
Feng Chengyuan naturally didn't know what others were thinking. All he could think about at the moment were the scenes of Yu Nian getting injured in Wuxiang Village.
Yu Nian was very powerful, so powerful that everyone thought she was omnipotent.
But Feng Chengyuan really wanted to be the one who could protect Yu Nian. He didn't want Yu Nian to get hurt again.
The two stared at each other silently for a moment, then Yu Nian averted her gaze. "Which book do you want to learn from?"
Liu Mo crawled over furtively and complained, "Master, you're being partial! I've begged you for so long, but you refused to teach me. But as soon as Feng Chengyuan said a word, you gave in!"
Yu Nian looked up at the sky innocently. "I don't think so."
Liu Mo:......
The next day, Feng Chengyuan handed over the company's affairs to Chen Xian. He entered Yu Nian's study early in the morning.
He had thought that Yu Nian would give him a devilish training like she did to Ming Mingzhong, but Yu Nian only handed him a pen.
Yu Nian carefully drew a talisman on the paper and said to Feng Chengyuan, "Just copy this talisman."
Feng Chengyuan was a bit surprised. "What kind of talisman is this?"
"It's an evil - dispelling talisman. In cultivation, both talent and hard work are indispensable. You have an extremely abundant spiritual energy in your body and are very intelligent. By practicing this talisman more, you'll understand many things without a teacher."
Feng Chengyuan nodded. His slender fingers picked up the pen and began to draw the talisman stroke by stroke.
Yu Nian sat at the table all the time, quietly watching Feng Chengyuan.
When Feng Chengyuan was serious about something, he would be extremely focused.
The spiritual energy and good fortune around him were flowing, and he had his own charm.
For some reason, looking at Feng Chengyuan like this, Yu Nian found it hard to look away.
Feng Chengyuan followed the method Yu Nian taught him, holding his breath and concentrating, and injecting his spiritual power into the talisman paper.
At first, everything went smoothly. He drew two talismans without a break.
But when he was drawing the third talisman, Feng Chengyuan began to feel a bit strenuous.
The spiritual power poured into the talisman paper like a clay ox entering the sea, but the pen in his hand was hard to move even a little.
A cool and numb sensation spread from his fingertips to his whole body. Feng Chengyuan frowned tightly. He finally understood what Yu Nian meant just now.
Just when he was feeling powerless, a pair of warm hands rested on his waist. The originally extremely ambiguous posture somehow carried a meaning of guidance and comfort at this moment.
Feng Chengyuan was stunned for a moment and let the sandalwood fragrance surround him.
A cold voice came from beside his ear. "Concentrate and close your eyes."
Feng Chengyuan felt a momentary palpitation and obediently closed his eyes.
The scene in front of him seemed to change.
The world was vast, and all things were growing freely. The souls of the contract partner and the contract master resonated. An extremely soothing air current was hovering around him.
As the golden light wheel was rotating, he suddenly saw many blurred shadows.
This was the first time he felt the mystery of the world. He couldn't help being stunned. When he opened his eyes again, he met Yu Nian's smiling eyes.
Feng Chengyuan came back to his senses from the shock. When he raised his face, he didn't notice Yu Nian's leaning - forward movement. His warm and soft lips brushed across Yu Nian's forehead for a moment and landed on her small nose.
Both of them were stunned.
With a soft "creak", the door was pushed open. Hong Xi had just stepped into the room when he let out a loud cry.
He tightly covered his eyes and pretended, "What's going on? Why can't I see all of a sudden? What a coincidence..."
Hong Xi groped his way out and carefully closed the door.
Yu Nian, Feng Chengyuan:......
There was still a week left before the Xuanmen competition. The people from Qingxin Temple went to Fengming Mountain for training.
Ming Mingzhong looked at the crowded square in disbelief. "There are so many people. I must be here to be cannon fodder for them..."
Just as he was speaking, a pretty figure suddenly rushed up and bumped into Ming Mingzhong, making him stagger.
It was a somewhat naive - looking girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old. Her big watery eyes glanced at Ming Mingzhong and she said crisply, "Sorry."
Then, in the blink of an eye, she disappeared into the crowd.
Ming Mingzhong touched his nose shyly. "It's... it's okay. She's so cute."
He Zhiping twitched the corner of his mouth. "Take a closer look."
Ming Mingzhong looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a zombie with a yellow talisman on its forehead. There was a suitcase and seven or eight pink bags hanging on the zombie. It was struggling to jump after the girl.
Ming Mingzhong:???
After coming back from Wuxiang Village, Ming Mingzhong had a deep psychological shadow about zombies. His admiration for the girl turned into fear.
Yu Nian couldn't help laughing and explained, "Don't be afraid. She's from a family of corpse - officers. Different from those who raise zombies privately, every zombie of a corpse - officer is registered."
Only then did Ming Mingzhong feel relieved.
The group saw many novel things they had never seen before and kept sighing.
Just then, a figure suddenly approached them and asked Yu Nian.
"Fellow Taoist, seeing that you have an extraordinary bone structure, may I ask which sect's outstanding disciple you are?"
Bai Jiming was a Taoist priest from a small sect. He had worked hard for a long time to get the opportunity to participate in this competition.
Before coming, he was full of confidence. No matter how dangerous the competition was, he was determined to fight until the end to bring glory to his sect!
But when he arrived at Fengming Mountain, Bai Jiming was completely stunned. All the people present were the elites and big shots of various sects. If he fought alone, he might even have a hard time getting into the preliminary round.
So he came up with a way, which was to form a team and rely on the strong.
He had been waiting in the corner of the square for a long time, constantly striking up conversations.
Through these days of staking out, Bai Jiming had gained an experience: those who looked extraordinary were generally the disciples of famous and upright sects.
Yu Nian sized up the young man in front of her and replied calmly, "Qingxin Temple."
Bai Jiming was stunned for a moment. He thought for a while in his mind and determined that Qingxin Temple was just a little - known small sect. So he immediately moved a bit farther away.
The people from Qingxin Temple didn't care.
The group walked into the Fengming Mountain Taoist Temple and drew lots as required to determine the training teams and instructors.
Without even raising her eyelids, Yu Nian drew a wooden slip marked "No. 2" from the sealed box.