After three years in the book, Shen Yimian never thought that he would have a golden finger.

He looked at Xie Lu carefully, and suddenly found that silent and cold face much more pleasing to the eye.

He looks distant and cold because he is not good at speaking; he looks cunning because he has a rich reserve of knowledge; as for the fact that he looks like he can be killed with one punch, it is because his body structure is different from that of ordinary people.

The prejudice in people's hearts is indeed as huge as a mountain. This kid is actually quite good.

"There are other junior brothers and sisters on the list. Please wait here with me." He paused and then gave a warning like a seasoned veteran. "Don't reveal your identity as an AI or a time traveler to anyone here. And be careful about your words and actions."

The competition in Yanshan is too great, and there are perverts and psychopaths everywhere. If they are not careful, they will be regarded as a thorn in the eyes of others, and they will not even know how they were killed.

Xie Lu said calmly, "I understand."

Seeing his submissive attitude, Shen Yimian felt relieved and took Xie Lu to pick up the other disciples of Zuo Lingfeng.

This class of freshmen included Xie Lu, a total of seven people, all of whom were from the demon tribe who were despised and rejected by Yan Shan, and most of them were from the fox tribe.

But it is easy to imagine that there is no way a talented human disciple would be assigned to such a remote place like theirs.

Thinking of this, Shen Yimian turned around and looked at Xie Lu. He could not tell the other party's cultivation level or race.

I guess they know that demons are easily discriminated against and hated, so they hide their ears and tails like him.

Several disciples on the list were found one after another. Shen Yimian barely managed to get acquainted with his fellow disciples. He turned his head and saw Xie Lujing standing in the corner of the new disciples. When his eyes were not looking directly at people, he seemed less aggressive and burning, but more lonely and desolate.

It's so pitiful. The little robot doesn't know how to make friends.

Shen Yimian was so kind that she walked across the crowd and patted his shoulder, "What are you daydreaming about?"

"I'm not in a daze." Xie Lu stepped up to catch up with him and whispered, "I'm recharging."

Shen Yimian: "How to charge?"

"Solar power, one hour of charging, a full day of use."

My God, the most advanced AI technology in the future will actually be powered by solar energy.

He was silent for a moment and said, "That's very environmentally friendly. Is it charged?"

"It's still half charged, which means it can last for about eleven hours and eight minutes." Xie Lu raised his wrist, his bony white fingers turned over, and held it in front of Shen Yimian, revealing a sterling silver ring on his pinky finger. "It will show my battery level."

Shen Yimian leaned over to take a look. There was a number engraved on it, 0507, and a battery symbol showing that there was 46% power remaining.

"0507, it's your birthday."

"The date of manufacture is also my serial number. There is also an instruction manual on the left side of my waist. Do you want to see it?"

“…I don’t want to see it.”

Shen Yimian increasingly felt as if he was talking to a household appliance, like a microwave oven or refrigerator, and the refrigerator was very enthusiastically sharing with him how useful its functions were.

At noon, smoke from stoves curled up from the distant mountains. On both sides of the altar, a few peach flowers bloomed shyly, slender and delicate, also showing that spring had come early.

There is one last person left on the list, but he is still not here.

While waiting, Shen Yimian stared at Xie Lu who was charging. This product of future technology, which did not belong to the world of immortal cultivation at all, somehow made him feel inexplicably close to him.

He thought of his own home, which also had an artificial intelligence speaker like Xie Lu. Although he was often deaf, every time he returned home he felt as if someone was with him.

Just as I was distracted, I suddenly heard a shouting behind me.

Shen Yimian heard someone cursing, and out of curiosity, he pushed through the crowd to look in the direction of the sound, only to see that it was Senior Brother Ji, the Xuan-level disciple whom he had just met at the Pixiu Platform.

The attendant boy was still standing next to Senior Brother Ji, and opposite them stood a thin young man, his clothes covered in dust, obviously he had fallen.

"I was wondering who was so reckless, it turned out to be a mean fox," Senior Brother Ji said slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and fell on the white shoulder of the young man that was half exposed due to the fall, "I bumped into you, Senior Brother, I don't know if I should apologize."

When Shen Yimian heard the word "fox", he was startled. When he looked at the thin boy again, he saw two furry crimson ears on the top of his head.

Could this disciple be Zuo Lingfeng's?

Don't be, don't be...

Zuo Lingfeng's position in Yanshan is already precarious, and Si Wuxing specifically told him not to cause trouble before leaving.

Shen Yimian closed his eyes and prayed in his heart, but he heard the disciple speak with a rather aggrieved and forbearing tone, "I have already apologized, but you insisted on forcing me to kneel down. I have already registered and accepted the master. I am a disciple of Zuo Lingfeng Qinghu Shangxian. Why do you bully me like this!"

Hold!

Shen Yimian almost cursed.

He quickly pushed through the crowd, squeezed next to them, and said to Senior Brother Ji, "Senior Brother, I am Zuo Lingfeng Shen Yimian. This new disciple doesn't know the rules and bumped into a senior brother and he still doesn't repent. When I return to the mountain, I will teach him a lesson!"

Seeing Shen Yimian, Senior Brother Ji's eyes slowly moved to his face. After a pause, the anger on his face suddenly subsided, "Zuo Lingfeng..."

He walked slowly to Shen Yimian, looking down at her from above, admiring her flustered and nervous look, and said in a mocking tone, "Are you talking about that coquettish fox den?"

The fingers hidden in his sleeves curled up slightly, Shen Yimian lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Senior Brother..." The humiliated new disciple watched Shen Yimian humbly show weakness, and finally realized that Yanshan was not as beautiful as he had imagined.

Senior Brother Ji didn't care about the surrounding eyes at all. He raised Shen Yimian's chin with his fingertips and said, "You are well-behaved and sensible."

Shen Yimian suppressed his nausea and, in order to keep the peace, he could only beg for mercy. "I hope that Senior Brother will show some mercy and let this ignorant disciple go. I will definitely come to your house with a generous gift to express my gratitude someday."

"Come to thank you." Senior Brother Ji suddenly laughed, not knowing what he was thinking. "In that case, I'll let him go."

After a pause, he leaned over and whispered softly in Shen Yimian's ear, "But the condition is that you have to practice dual cultivation with me."

Shen Yimian's face suddenly changed, and he unconsciously clenched his fists. Then he heard the other party say nonchalantly, "Although you are a lowly fox and have very poor talent, this face is not bad. Why, you are reluctant..."

The little boy beside Senior Brother Ji even sneered, "Senior Brother Ji is a disciple of Master Jingshui of Xianyue Peak. Why wouldn't he be willing to accept such a great favor?"

Disgusting, really disgusting.

But he was really worried that it would cause trouble for Si Wuxing.

Shen Yimian took a deep breath imperceptibly and was about to take out his own small treasury to bribe when Senior Brother Ji in front of him suddenly flew out.

He was stunned to see Senior Brother Ji crawling up from twenty meters away in a miserable state, with a shoe print clearly imprinted on his butt.

Everyone present was stunned speechless and turned to look at the culprit who kicked Senior Brother Ji away - the young man gently brushed off the dust on his clothes and stood silently, as if he had not done anything just now, and he just happened to pass by and recharged in the sun.

"You, you kicked me."

Shen Yimian coughed in anger and couldn't speak clearly, "Who told you to kick him?"

Xie Lu walked closer to him and lowered his voice, "According to the friendly mutual assistance agreement we just signed, I will solve the problem if you encounter any difficulties. You're welcome."

“…”

Isn't there a more comprehensive solution?

Shen Yimian saw Senior Brother Ji holding his waist and struggling and crying out in pain, his whole face wrinkled with pain, and he looked so angry that he seemed to want to tear them to pieces. He thought for only half a second, grabbed Xie Lu and the new disciple on the ground and ran away.

When asked, he said he didn't see who kicked him.

Before he could run far, Xie Lu grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, speaking seriously and decisively, "Don't be afraid. If you need me to, I can take care of him."

Shen Yimian took a deep breath, grabbed him and ran, "Stop talking nonsense, run!"

Xie Lu pursed his lips slightly, as if he wanted to fight for it again, but seeing Shen Yimian's unquestionable look, he finally obeyed the order without saying a word.

The solution he was talking about was to disappear forever. He had the right to wipe out an insignificant passerby at will.

——If Shen Yimian read his instruction manual, he would understand this clearly.

It is on the left waist. The content is very detailed and can be understood by even a low level of education. Why not read it?

*

Back to Zuo Lingfeng.

Shen Yimian didn't say that he was wronged, but only that he had offended someone. After all, even if he said it, they couldn't do anything to the other party.

When Si Wuxing learned that they were in trouble, he didn't show much emotion. He just said lightly, "It's okay. I'll apologize to Jingshui someday."

They talked as if they knew each other well, but in fact they didn't know each other at all.

Shen Yimian was worried that Senior Brother Ji would come looking for him. Xie Lu's kick was really hard and he probably wouldn't be able to get up for two or three days. However, Si Wuxing didn't care.

"So what if he comes to my door? My sect is completely broke and my disciples are as dumb as pigs. Can he kill me?"

Ever since all his senior brothers and sisters died, leaving only the good-for-nothing Shen Yimian, Si Wuxing had been living a life of seclusion and playing it safe. Playing it safe had its advantages, and when it reached a certain level, nothing could stir up any ripples in Si Wuxing's heart.

He was too lazy to even see his new disciple and slept in the inner hall for the whole day.

"Come here and massage my shoulders."

Shen Yimian walked forward obediently and heard Si Wuxing ask lazily, "What's the name of the disciple who helped you?"

"Xie Lu." Shen Yimian paused for a moment, then added the disciple who was bullied, "The other junior brother who was humiliated is said to be from the fox tribe in a remote place."

If he hadn't come from such a remote place, how could he have thought that Yanshan was such an inclusive, open, harmonious and friendly place.

"Take some pills from my box and share them with the two of them as a reward and consolation from your master." Si Wuxing closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. After a while, he opened his eyes, and his eyelashes were cold and gloomy.

"Next time, if you don't want to endure it, you don't have to."

Shen Yimian was stunned.

"With my master here, it's not your turn to stand tall."

The man spoke calmly, and the children on both sides put on his coat.

"Master, I will settle this matter."

Si Wuxing stood up to leave, but Shen Yimian was still sitting there holding his gold and jade box, with a complicated look on his face. After a while, he couldn't help but call out to him,

"Master, wait a minute!"

His boots stopped at the doorstep. Si Wuxing looked back at him and said with relief, "Don't worry about me. I can still handle such a small matter."

Shen Yimian shook his head and pointed at the small box. "I mean, if you only give the pills to Xie Lu and the other two, don't you have any for me?"

“…”

Si Wuxing took a deep breath, slammed the door and walked out.

"If you like it, take it yourself."

How could he accept such a disciple?