Chapter 125: The Bad Female Master and the Reborn Blackened Loyal Dog 8

Under the flickering candlelight, the two were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

Cha Jiu looked at Xuan Canglan's face from a close distance.

The young man had sword-like eyebrows, eyes like night stars, and the skin on his face was an unhealthy pale color.

Although he is young, his eyes and eyebrows can hardly conceal a hint of gloom and hostility.

Cha Jiu retracted his gaze and said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't be so crazy as to attack a thirteen-year-old child."

Xuan Canglan blushed for a rare moment: "I'm not worried about this, I'm worried about affecting Master's reputation."

"I've already been called a witch from the evil cult, what else am I pursuing for fame?" Cha Jiu sneered.

She pointed to the bed that was big enough to accommodate five or six people and said, "Go to sleep. You have training tomorrow morning."

Seeing her continue writing, Xuan Canglan couldn't help but ask, "What about you?"

"I'm almost done writing." Cha Jiu rubbed his head, "Go to sleep."

This time her tone was softer.

Xuan Canglan had no choice but to go up to the bed alone and sleep on the pillow.

He turned his body to the side where he could see Cha Jiu and looked at her back quietly.

My eyelids are getting heavier.

Consciousness fell into nightmare again.

He seemed to be running, but no matter what he did he could not escape the dungeon where Xuan Baiyu had imprisoned him.

Despair and trembling.

"Canglan, Canglan, don't be afraid."

Xuan Canglan was half asleep and half awake, as if he had fallen into a warm and soft embrace.

"I'm here, Canglan, and I will always protect you."

The man's voice sounded like his heartless master, but his words were so gentle.

She held him tightly, calling his name again and again, and led him out of the inky black dungeon.

He walked towards the light and opened the door. All he saw was vast mountains and rivers, a sunny day, and the sound of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

He saw his master, dressed in black, standing on the edge of the cliff in the sunlight, smiling and asking him:

"Canglan, come to me and be my only disciple, okay?"

Xuan Canglan's eyes were red in the dream. Without any hesitation, he strode forward and hugged her.

"Okay, Master, I am willing to give you everything as long as you never abandon me."

…

Xuan Canglan slowly woke up from a deep dream.

The rare good sleep made him feel the long-lost laziness and comfort, sweeping away all the mental and physical fatigue since his rebirth.

He opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep in the middle of the bed without knowing when.

Cha Jiu sat on the bed, flipping through the book in his hand.

"Wake up" Her eyes never left the pages of the book.

His attitude was indifferent, as if everything that happened last night was just his dream.

But at this time, the original Xuan Canglan's tone was sour: "You slept very deeply last night. The guardian held you in his arms all night."

Xuan Canglan was stunned, and rarely responded to his original consciousness: "Master held me all night."

Subject: "Yes, you had a nightmare last night, so I stopped writing and came to comfort you. You were so shameless that you just rolled into my arms."

Xuan Canglan: "...did I talk in my sleep?"

It would be bad if the things from the previous life were to be told.

Subject: "That's a lot to say."

Xuan Canglan's heart began to hang in the balance.

Original body: "You keep calling me Master and asking her not to abandon you. You also said that you are willing to listen to her in everything. No, why are you acting like a spoiled child? Didn't you tell me not to fall in love with the guardian some time ago?"

Shameless! Big liar!

Xuan Canglan was silent.

The original body was aggrieved: "You still keep holding the protector's hand, you despicable pervert."

Xuan Canglan: "You also have a share in this body. Don't you feel anything when I hold Master's hand?"

Subject: "...Yes."

Xuan Canglan sneered in his heart.

"I was just disturbed by a nightmare last night and didn't realize whose hand I was holding. My only goal in this new life is to master the ninth level of Qingxu Jue, become the strongest in the martial arts world, and return the torture I suffered in my previous life a hundredfold to Xuan Baiyu."

Xuan Canglan's heart was as cold as iron, as if he was warning his original consciousness and also reminding himself.

“I will never trust anyone again.”

The entity remained silent, sadly.

Cha Jiu finally finished reading the book in her hand. She crumpled up the book and the messy rice paper on the table and threw them all into Xuan Canglan's arms.

"This book is an auxiliary method of the Qingxu Jue. You can take a look at it when you have time. Use it together with the detailed explanations I wrote. After half a year, you should be able to enter the third level." Cha Jiu said.

Xuan Canglan pursed his lips, stood up and thanked him.

The original body said quietly, "My Lord did not sleep last night. I trained you and helped you with breathing exercises. I also looked for some auxiliary mental skills for you."

Xuan Canglan looked up at Cha Jiu, and sure enough, there was a hint of blue under her eyes and fatigue between her brows.

"Master."

"Um"

"Nothing."

Xuan Canglan didn't say anything in the end, and walked out of Wuwang Tower with something on his mind.

But he turned back halfway.

He went to the small kitchen and made a bowl of sweet porridge with snow fungus for Cha Jiu.

The snow fungus is moist, the red dates are sweet, and the warm porridge has a sweet aroma. The crystal clear white and the red that embellish it complement each other, making people salivate at the sight and smell of it.

But Xuan Canglan just quietly placed the sweet porridge at the door and left without saying a word.

It seemed as if he would not be considered soft-hearted if he did not deliver it in person.

In the room, the system prompted: "Cha Cha, Xuan Canglan's favorability has reached 15%."

Cha Jiu was watering the orchids on the windowsill leisurely, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

…

With Cha Jiu's secrets, Xuan Canglan's cultivation progressed rapidly.

Soon, he became proficient in the Green Servant's training program.

But Xuan Baiyu made no progress and felt extremely depressed.

He found an excuse to ask for leave and went to the back mountain alone.

On the stair path winding along the mountain, a short old man was sweeping up fallen leaves.

From time to time, some servants in green passed by.

When Xuan Baiyu passed by him, he pretended to drop the sword.

The old man picked up the sword and called him, "Master Qingyi, you dropped something."

"Thank you." Xuan Baiyu turned around and took the sword with a smile. While no one was around, he whispered to the old man:

"Xuan Yue doesn't trust me. My face has no effect on her, and she doesn't want me to practice the Qingxu Jue."

The old man was surprised: "You have been with Xuan Yue for several months, but you have not yet been exposed to the Qingxu Jue."

Xuan Baiyu looked a little ugly.

He knew that if this news was passed back to Famous Sword Villa through the Dark Stake, his father would be disappointed.

His half brothers and sisters would also look down on him and think he was extremely incompetent.

So he chose to blame all of this on Xuan Canglan.

"Xuan Yue favors another disciple, and that person happens to have some grudges against me." Xuan Baiyu said.

The old man suddenly realized: "It seems that it is because of that person's slander. In this case, just get rid of him."

Xuan Baiyu: "It just so happens that I will go on a mission with him in seven days. I also ask you, Mr. Song, to go back and discuss with my father and send someone to ambush Xuan Canglan..."

The two quickly conspired to assassinate Xuan Canglan.

On the other side of the cliff training ground, the black-robed servant placed a blank wooden sign in Xuan Canglan's hand.

"You are now ready to go on a mission. Write your name on this wooden sign and hang it on the mission board. From now on, it will represent your mission completion status."

The black-robed attendant also reminded: "Write it carefully. Once this wooden sign is hung up, it cannot be changed at will. It will follow you for a long time." Xuan Canglan naturally understood.

In his previous life, when he was a green-robed servant, he was not yet the master’s disciple and had no name.

So at that time, they could only write the word "无" crookedly on the wooden sign.

Nameless, surnameless, and without any attachments.

He couldn't write at that time, and even his writing of the word "无" was ugly.

Everyone was laughing at him.

Until later, his wooden signs appeared at higher and higher positions.

The higher the position, the more tasks completed and the higher the difficulty, which means the higher the status among peers.

He climbed to the first place among the green-robed servants, then to the first place among the black-robed servants, and finally to the first place among the white-robed servants.

In Wuji Palace, no one dared to make fun of him anymore.

Xuan Canglan hung the empty wooden sign on his waist and walked back to Wuwang Tower.

Cha Jiu is not here.

Xuan Canglan happened to run into Xuan Baiyu who had just returned.

Xuan Baiyu had already discussed the plan for seven days with Old Song. Now in his eyes, Xuan Canglan was already a corpse.

So his tone became more relaxed, and he asked provocatively: "Xuan Canglan, why is your wooden sign empty?"