Yi Qing has three apprentices. Two of the three disciples have grown crooked, and one of them is disgusting.
Yi Qing rolled his eyes with a look of dismay on his face: "What's wrong? Can I still throw it away?"
That can't be the case.
First disciple: "Master."
Seemingly gifted, he was almost a destined god in the immortal world. However, after his eldest disciple ascended, he jumped down and said, "I don't want to become an immortal."
Yi Qing drinks tea: "Nothing."
The eldest disciple: "Disciple likes master."
Yi Qing put down the tea bowl: "You are a cultivator who has gone crazy cultivating immortals, huh?" (Drawing his sword)
Second apprentice, second apprentice: "Hey, hey, hey!"
Yi Qing drew his sword, and his second disciple Xingxingyan said: "Master! Do you want to fight?"
Yi Qing took the sword back again: "You go and read."
The second apprentice left with a drooped face.
Yi Qing finally looked at his third disciple: "My master is saving you, and you are so willing to risk your life?"
The third disciple said nothing.
Yi Qing: "Isn't it good to be alive?"
She burst into tears.
Yiqing sighed.
This book is also called: "Records of Translating Children with Children"
The following is a lightning protection warning:
All three apprentices have died. After thinking about it, the author still feels that a good ending is better. The author is not smart enough, so some parts of the logic are not logical, but he will try his best. The only clear CP is the master and the eldest apprentice, but I haven't figured it out yet and the update is very slow...
Intention: Don't be a god, mortals are fine.