I have been in the world of immortality for many years, and I don't remember my age clearly, but my disciples respectfully call me "Elder Wuhan" every time they see me. I secretly think that I must be very senior. I have never accepted a disciple. Occasionally when I leave the cave, I see other Taoist disciples taking disciples. I feel vaguely envious. I tell my junior brother that I want to take on a disciple. The leader is my junior brother. We grew up together. When he speaks to me, he doesn't want to be as polite as others. He chokes out and says, "One day, I will find a child who can sew and cook, can heal wounds and detoxify, is extremely talented, and can teach himself by reading a few exercises, and then I will send it to you." "Junior brother, I'm looking for an apprentice, not a servant!" "You can't even take care of yourself. If your apprentice doesn't know these things, I'm afraid he won't survive seven days with you." "Junior brother!!!" I get angry every time. When the master was still there, I asked the master if he could give me an apprentice. My master had six disciples. The master laughed and said, "Wuhan, don't be anxious, just accept a disciple. Fate will come naturally when it comes." But many years have passed, and I have almost forgotten the appearance of my master, and the fate has still not come. One day, I want to go to the human world. In the human world, I picked up a child. "Can you cook?" "Yes." "Can you heal wounds?" "Yes." "Are you talented?" "..." "You are my apprentice." Occasionally updated, short stories, HE, please collect them~~
Intention: Love and hope coexist