Embarrassed by Lin Qingfeng's words, Jin Pingyue flushed.
"Bro Lin, it's my bad. As long as you hold scale even and prevent the monk from snatching my disciple, I'll call you bro every day."
The monk snorted and curled his lips, "Aren't you disgraced to apply a honey-trap at old age?"
"None of your business. Shut up!" Jin Pingyue glared at the monk.
The monk neglected her and flicked a sincere look at Lin Qingfeng, "We've been buddies for dozens of years and through thick and thin. I haven't required you anything. This time, I ask you to stay out of it! I'll take this disciple!"
"Shit! You're a robber. This is robbery!"
The monk uplifted his head, "No matter what you say! I won't let him go."
"Ha! Monk, you want to try my three lilies pursuing heart(a move name)?" Jin Pingyue frowned and lifted her sword.
The monk fended off with his bowl before his chest, "I'm afraid of you? I have purple golden bowl!"
Lin Qingfeng was astonished that the two nearly fought with each other, and flicked a look at Qin Dong to check how talented he was.
His eyes almost fell off at the sight of Qin Dong. He had been thrilled when seeing Fang Xian'er, but shocked when setting eyes on Qin Dong.
Lin Qingfeng gasped at Qin Dong's jade-like physique. Even now, he still could not get rid of the impurities and made his body as pure as Qin Dong's. If he had sensed the vital energy vibration inside Qin Dong's body, he could have treated him as a master superior and attributed the terrible pressure to him as well.
Lin Qingfeng was impulsive to shout, "I took a disciple too early!" Just as many married men stroked the ring on their fingers and sighed in disappointment when facing various beauties passing by, "I married too early!"
Twenty years ago, Lin Qingfeng discovered Fang Xian'er, whom he prided himself on and trained to gather spiritual energy over two dozen years. Now, he met Qin Dong and was confident to develop Qin Dong to the same level as his in less than twenty years.
He did not dare to reveal too much before Fang Xian'er in case of breaking her heart. But she still captured his compliment and regret.
Unwilling to admit, she glanced at Qin Dong and asked Lin Qingfeng, "Master, is the boy so awesome?"
"A rare genius I've never seen!" He stared at Qin Dong, shook head and whispered.
He was somehow gloomy, because he always outdid the monk and Jin Pingyue, but might be outshone by them if Qin Dong, who would soon surpass Fang Xian'er, became the disciple of one of them.
"He?" To her surprise, Lin Qingfeng spoke highly of Qin Dong. She did not find anything more except the handsome face after checking him several times.
Elders, both the monk and Jin Pingyue yearned for a suitable successor to teach all their skills to him. It was hard to encounter a talent like Qin Dong, and Lin Qingfeng's persuasion would hardly force them to give up Qin Dong.
Lin Qingfeng realized that he could neither express opinions nor support one of them. Because Qin Dong was important for them both.
He looked grim after deliberation, "I can't hold the scale even. Ask the boy to choose himself."
The monk smiled nicely to Qin Dong in an instant, "Boy, I'm stronger than her. If you choose me as your tutor, I promise you to be the top master in few years."