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Chapter 610: I work as a tool for the male protagonist in the fairy world 17

The sect leader was silent for two seconds and then said, "The person just now is the ancestor of our Tianxuan Sect. She has a heavy workload and has no intention of accepting a disciple for the time being."

As soon as the sect leader finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind blowing beside him.

The next second, white flashed in front of his eyes.

Turning around, he saw Yun Qian carrying a dirty little beggar appearing next to him.

Facing the sect leader's confused gaze, Yun Qian put the dirty little beggar in his hand on the ground and said to him, "Wash it clean for me and bring it over. He will be my disciple in the future."

The sect master glanced at the dirty little beggar and became even more confused.

Looking at Yun Qian uncertainly, "Ancestor, are you...serious?"

Hearing this, Yun Qian glanced at the sect leader in confusion, "What's wrong?"

The sect master glanced at the dirty little beggar in front of him, and finally shook his head and said, "It's okay..."

Hearing this, Yun Qian nodded, and disappeared in a flash.

After Yun Qian left, Feng Wuhen stared at the little beggar with jealous eyes, but when the sect leader looked over, he immediately returned to normal.

The sect leader glanced at Feng Wuhen, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes. Finally, he cleared his throat and said, "Wuhen, how about you become your disciple?"

Feng Wuhen pursed his lips and glanced at the little beggar. A trace of uneasiness quickly flashed in his eyes. He always felt that something that originally belonged to him had been taken away by him.

Putting away the emotions in his eyes, Feng Wuhen knelt on the ground with his head lowered and kowtowed three times to the sect leader.

"Yes, disciple, pay homage to Master!"

Seeing this, the sect leader nodded with satisfaction, took out a high-level defensive magic weapon, gave it to Feng Wuhen as a meeting gift, and then took him and the little beggar into the sect.

After performing a cleansing operation on the little beggar, the sect leader changed him into a clean disciple uniform and sent him to Yun Qian's residence.

Yun Qian looked at the child who had been cleaned up, nodded with satisfaction, looked into the child's clear eyes, and asked, "What's your name?"

The little beggar looked at Yun Qian blankly. Hearing her words, he subconsciously shook his head, "No, they all call me little beggar."

Yun Qian tapped his lips with his index finger, thought for a moment, and said, "Then I'll call you...Qingmo. How about this name?"

Hearing this, Qing Mo looked at Yun Qian blankly and murmured two words, "Qing... Mo?"

After a while, Qing Mo raised his head, looked at Yun Qian, and knelt directly on the ground, "Disciple Qing Mo, thank you Master for giving me the name!"

Yun Qian nodded and casually took off a storage ring from his finger. After erasing the soul mark on it, he threw it to Qing Mo and said, "This is a meeting gift from my master. You can make a contract with your own blood." , when you have used up the magic weapon inside, come and get it from me again."

Qing Mo took the storage ring in a daze. After making the blood contract, he was stunned when he saw the piles of magic weapons and pills inside.

"Master...Master, did you get the wrong one?"

Hearing this, Yun Qian glanced at him and shook his head, "No, don't you like it? Then put more in it, master."

Hearing this, Qing Mo quickly shook his head, "No, no need! This is enough, thank you Master!"

After saying that, Qing Mo knelt on the ground again and kowtowed to Yun Qian firmly.