Villain: The memory is exposed, the heroine kneels and begs for my forgiveness

In the Zhengyang Hall, hundreds of powerful men showed admiration.

"The Demon Emperor is really extraordinary. He is still nine years old and has such a long-term vision."

"That's right. If you are a slave, you will never be able to get over it. What's more, this Shen Quan is obviously not a good person."

"What a twist of fate. Fairy Nangong originally intended to lighten the burden of the Demon Emperor, but unexpectedly, the Demon Emperor suffered a severe beating..."

Not far away, Nangong Rou's face looked a little ugly. Her memory of those years had long been blurred, and she realized that she still owed Jiang Zhige so much kindness.

The rescue in the snow was once. Without Jiang Zhige, she would have frozen to death in the snow.

Now it's another time. If it weren't for Jiang Zhige, she might have been played to death by a lewd thief from a mortal family.

Qu Yun, who was standing next to him, immediately felt a sense of crisis when he saw this. He knew that although Nangong Rou still resented Jiang Zhige, he could not deny that he owed Jiang Zhige a lot of kindness.

"Xiaorou, there is no need to feel that you owe the Demon Emperor. He was a beggar back then, and he was just trying to show off his talents. If someone didn't save him halfway, the ending would not have been changed at all."

Nangong Rou was stunned for a moment, then nodded in approval.

Qu Yun was right, she should be grateful to the old man in white robe who came to the rescue.

And that old man in white robe, if Nangong Rou remembered correctly, was the master who led her and Jiang Zhige on the path of cultivation, Yao Qianji.

Nangong Rou is still grateful to her master to this day. Unfortunately, she was later found by her family. When she returned from practicing successfully, her master had passed away.

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"Good! You would rather be a beggar than a slave!"

The old man in white robe nodded and smiled, looking at Jiang Zhige with admiration.

Just now, he didn't come out from the crowd just because he wanted to see Jiang Zhige's reaction next. Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhige received a severe beating without even making a sound.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that such a character could appear in a little kid under ten years old.

Shen Quan, who was not far away, couldn't help it anymore. He suppressed his anger and shouted in a cold voice: "You hidden rat, how dare you ignore me?!"

What's going on today? First it was Jiang Zhige, and now there's an old man in white robe who dares to ignore him.

If he wasn't afraid of the old man in white robe, he would have beaten Jiang Zhige as well.

"Rat?"

The old man in white robe hummed softly, then flicked out a stream of blue light towards Shen Quan.

Phew!

The stream of light instantly penetrated Shen Quan's calf, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Immortal, Immortal..."

The two guards of the Shen Mansion and the manager of the Shen Mansion were stunned on the spot. Only the legendary immortal cultivators could use such methods.

In the secular world, immortal cultivators are extremely rare, and every one of them can easily change the situation between the two countries.

Even if the current leader of the Dalin Kingdom is here, he still has to respectfully call out the Immortal.

"Immortal, have mercy on me! Immortal, please have mercy on me!"

"It's all Shen Quan, it's all his instigation, and we are forced to have no choice!"

After regaining their senses, the two guards hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, as did the manager of the Shen Mansion. Although he had no bad intentions from the beginning, he was a member of the Shen Mansion after all.

The people watching from a distance were so excited that they all knelt down and called the immortal.

"Immortal..."

Jiang Zhige was in a daze. He glanced at Shen Quan, who was covering his calf and wailing, and then at the people in the distance who were kneeling and saluting.

At this moment, he had a strong yearning for cultivating immortality.

Jiang Zhige has always believed that he will not be a beggar for the rest of his life, but now, the way to change his life is right in front of him.

Jiang Zhige endured the pain and stood up, walked to the white-robed old man, knelt down, and said in a trembling voice: "Young man Jiang Zhige, please accept me as your disciple!"

The people in the distance were full of ridicule. How dare a beggar let an immortal accept him as his disciple?

If you want to accept a disciple, you must first accept them.

The old man in white robe smiled and said nothing. He walked around Jiang Zhige and walked to Nangong Rou, saying loudly: "Little girl, you have extraordinary talents and extraordinary physique. Are you willing to join me as a disciple of Tianyun Pavilion?"

Nangongrou's face was dull, and she pointed at herself and said, "Me? What about my brother?"

She didn't understand why it was her turn first when it was her brother who asked to become a disciple first.

The old man in white robe looked back at Jiang Zhige and snorted coldly: "He has very bad bones, a naughty temperament, and doesn't know how to adapt. He is not qualified to be my teacher!"

Jiang Zhige, who was still kneeling on the ground, had a buzzing head, and his heart was full of incomprehension towards the old man in white robes.

The old man in white robe had obviously praised him just now, so why did he now say that he had a bad temper and didn't know how to adapt?

"Grandpa, are you saying that only I can be your disciple?"

"You can, but he can't."

The old man in white robe gently stroked his white beard. He did not lie. Nangong Rou's cultivation talent was indeed better than Jiang Zhige's.

Jiang Zhige's eyes were red, he clenched his fists tightly, and he felt like he was about to cry.

The white-robed old man's six short words decided his life.

If he could not worship the Immortal Sect, Jiang Zhige might have been a beggar for the rest of his life, or he might have starved to death some winter.

"Then I won't become a disciple anymore!"

At this moment, Nangong Rou's voice suddenly woke Jiang Zhige up.

He stood up, looked at Nangong Rou, and said urgently: "Rou'er, don't mess around. Do you know what joining the Immortal Sect means to you?"

"I don't care, I just want my brother!"

Nangong Rou pouted her mouth and looked at the old man in white robe with evil eyes.

Seeing Jiang Zhige's extremely sad look, she instantly dismissed her gratitude to the old man in white robe for rescuing him.

"Brother, don't kneel to him! This stinky old man refuses to accept you as his disciple, so he must not be a good person!"

Now Nangong Rou doesn't have the slightest fondness for the old man in white robe. Her brother has knelt down to become his disciple, but this old man doesn't show any sign at all?

The people in the distance were stunned. It was rare in the world for an immortal to accept a disciple, but this little girl refused? And she even called the immortal a stinky old man?

The old man in white robe did not speak, but smiled bitterly and shook his head repeatedly.

Jiang Zhige could only pretend to be serious and said in a deep voice: "Rou'er! How can you be rude when an immortal comes to rescue you? You obediently become a disciple. When you have achieved some success in your studies, my brother will come to find you."

Nangong Rou couldn't let go of him, so naturally he couldn't let go of Nangong Rou, but joining the Immortal Sect was like reaching the sky in one step, and there was no room for Jiang Zhige's indecisiveness.

As I thought before, as long as Nangong Rou can live, why not give up?

"Liar! Brother is a liar! Rou'er doesn't understand why he would rather be a beggar than a slave, or join the Immortal Sect. Rou'er only wants his brother!"

The first time she was scolded by Jiang Zhige, Nangongrou burst into tears in aggrieved tone.

What does it mean to her? She doesn’t understand and doesn’t want to understand.

As long as her brother can stop being beaten, as long as she can stay by his side, she is not afraid of how difficult life will be in the future.

Jiang Zhige looked unbearable and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the old man in white robe raising his hand.

"That's all, if she doesn't want to, how can I force her?"

The old man in white robe didn't seem to be very disappointed. After saying that, he stepped on the void and left.

"Farewell to the Immortal!"

The people were shocked when they saw this, and they knelt down again and again in the direction where the old man in white robe left.

Jiang Zhige's face turned pale. Even if he missed this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he actually failed to join the Immortal Sect because of his sister's troubles?

Just when he was feeling disheartened, the voice of the old man in white robe suddenly sounded in his ears again.

"My little friend, although I have not accepted a disciple, I am willing to give you a chance because I am destined to be your brother and sister."

"Ten miles east of the city, there is a plum blossom tree. Under the tree is the opportunity. Remember, you two, brother and sister, must go together."