Chapter 31 Jian Xinyi
After subduing the white snake, Yang Fan grabbed a Dianlong Sect disciple on the road and asked him where he lived.
This disciple was not in a high position, so he naturally didn't know about this. He quickly took out his mobile phone to ask the senior elders for instructions. Soon, an elder arrived and led Yang Fan to his house.
Looking at the environment here, Yang Fan nodded slightly. The layout here is elegant and generous, with ancient charm. What's more rare is that in terms of Feng Shui location, it is a good place in the entire Dianlong Mountain, which does not disgrace his status as a master uncle.
"Master uncle." Four girls walked out of the house, wearing Dianlong Sect disciple robes, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with their own appearance, bowed to Yang Fan, and the oldest would not be more than 21 or 22 years old.
Yang Fan frowned: "Who are you?"
The slightly older woman among the five said respectfully: "The headmaster has ordered that from today on, the five of us will be the maids of the master uncle, serving the master uncle's daily life."
Yang Fan's eyes turned over them, shook his head and smiled: "Four people are too many, one person is enough." Then, he pointed to the second girl from the left, "You stay, the rest of you go."
Except for the girl who was pointed out, who was stunned, the other three all felt relieved, and the oldest woman immediately said: "But the headmaster has ordered-"
"When the headmaster sees me, he must call me senior brother." Yang Fan's voice was nonchalant, but his eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts: "I will talk to the headmaster again, leave."
"...Yes." The three women looked at each other, saluted and left, glancing at the girl who stayed behind with a hint of gloating.
Yang Fan saw through their thoughts at a glance.
Now, in the eyes of many elders and disciples of Dianlong Sect, he is standing on the opposite side of the head Lin Shuhao. Therefore, being a maid here is not a good job, but it is easy to attract criticism.
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The girl who stayed behind looked thin and weak, with only a delicate face and a low brow. Among the four people just now, she was the one with the worst appearance and temperament.
However, when Yang Fan looked at her, there was a hint of admiration in his eyes, as if he was looking at a piece of good material that had not yet been excavated.
In fact, when Yang Fan looked at people, the first thing he saw was not the appearance of the person, nor the cultivation qualifications, but the latter's biofield.
Although the biofield of this girl was weak, the halo it emitted was rare and pure and beautiful, whether it was looking at the human world or the divine world. The milky white halo was layered and spread out, gradually merging with the world.
Whether the biofield is beautiful or not reflects the goodness or evilness of the mind.
As the saying goes, appearance is determined by the heart. If a person has dirty thoughts in his mind every day, he will naturally look wretched and not like a good person over time, and it will also affect the shape and color of the biofield.
Therefore, no matter how well a person disguises himself, no matter how modest a person is, he will be exposed in Yang Fan's eyes.
On the contrary, like this girl in front of him, no matter how inconspicuous she looks and how poor her cultivation qualifications are, in Yang Fan's eyes, she is a rare treasure.
Thinking back, living in this world of mortals, working hard for food, rice, oil and salt, and being tired of intrigue, how many people can keep their original intentions unchanged?
Where are the video games that I liked to play, the person I once had a crush on, the idol I once liked, and the goal that I set in my heart a long time ago and was determined to achieve, where are they now? Important things have been changed over and over again. Now, you still use the name and relatives from ten or twenty years ago, but live a life that you could never imagine ten or twenty years ago. You have a completely different outlook on life, values and worldview. Have you become the kind of person you hated the most? Who are you like this? Are you still you?
You can explain that this is called reality, this is called growing up, this is the price, but what you don’t want to admit is that there is still a kind of person in this world who is completely different from you.
They reflect on themselves three times a day, always stay the same, never forget their original intentions, and stick to their original true self. No matter what kind of adversity they are in, what kind of temptation they face, and what kind of pain they experience, they can stand still and move forward towards the set goal.
Keep moving forward, even if you are bleeding, you still keep your pace, and eventually become an existence that you feel is out of reach, and achieve achievements that seem incredible to you.
And you are just like everyone else.
It doesn’t mean that you can succeed if you have an original intention, but standing at the height that Yang Fan has reached, it is deeply clear that only those who have an original intention can reach the real peak.
Therefore, some successes and failures are actually destined to end at the origin of everything.
Of course, not all original intentions are good original intentions. Even the most treacherous and evil people can keep their original intentions. They swear to kill someone's family when they are young, and then they really kill the whole family when they grow up. This kind of thing is also not forgetting the original intention.
The girl in front of him is obviously not a treacherous and evil person, otherwise the color of her biofield would not be milky white.
However, people's hearts are changeable, and no one can guarantee that today's heroes will not become tomorrow's demons.
"What's your name?" Yang Fan asked.
"Replying to Master Uncle, I am the disciple Jian Xinyi." The girl lowered her eyebrows and answered pleasingly.
Yang Fan said lightly: "From now on, call me Master."
Jian Xinyi was startled and replied yes.
It's just because the title of "Young Master" is too rare. Even the children of aristocratic families are at most called "Young Master So-and-so" or "Young Master So-and-so". As for the title of "Young Master", it is incompatible with this era.
She naturally didn't know that Yang Fan had been in the ancient world of God for more than two thousand years. He had long been accustomed to such a title and was too lazy to change it.
"Send some food to my room." Yang Fan ordered and turned into the room.
The girl with a low brow raised her head and looked at the closed door of the room. There was a little curiosity and excitement in her clear eyes.
After a while, Jian Xinyi brought the food into the room. Three dishes and one soup, although it looked simple, were delicious and appetizing.
Yang Fan finished eating quietly, put down his chopsticks, and said nothing. He waved his hand to let the girl take it away.
A trace of disappointment flashed in the girl's eyes. She cleaned up the plate and left.
Yang Fan glanced at her back and smiled faintly. After sitting quietly for half an hour, he stood up and left the room, walked to the backyard, spread his legs, let his arms hang naturally, lowered his eyebrows, and breathed slowly.
