Chapter 31 A day in the life of the Earring Master.

Her "reward" was naturally not something good that would make Fu Lanting happy.

But the woman's voice was strong, completely different from the soft and tender voice when they first met.

Jiang Zhaoyue opened her collar, revealing her delicate collarbone, and looked at him with a smile: "I allow you to leave a mark here."

Fu Lanting glanced subconsciously, and the snow-white and delicate skin came into view. He immediately looked away as if he was burned, and pulled his hand back as if to cover it up.

The voice in his mouth was cold: "How shameless, pull it up."

"It's your choice, whether you leave a mark or let your disciples do it."

Jiang Zhaoyue brushed her neck slowly, then casually chuckled as she said, "See, I'm always so partial to you, Uncle Master. I only let you choose. If it were someone else, why would I give them the chance to choose?"

"I don't need it."

Fu Lanting's eyes turned to the candlelight beside him. Although his words were cold and harsh, he didn't dare to move his eyes away. Therefore, his words that could not be disobeyed showed a slight sense of incongruity.

Jiang Zhaoyue did not expose his thoughts, but just moved closer to him with a somewhat sly smile.

She sighed softly, "I see. Uncle-shishu still prefers me to take the initiative. You don't want me to give you a choice, you want me to force you, right? That way you can tell yourself with peace of mind that you haven't let your disciple down, because everything was forced upon you."

"Nonsense! I didn't think so."

Fu Lanting's voice suddenly rose, and his eyes were full of emotions. It was hard to tell whether he was angry because his thoughts were spoken of, or simply angry that Jiang Zhaoyue was turning the blame on him.

But Jiang Zhaoyue didn't care at all. She even stroked Fu Lanting's collar with interest and said seductively, "Then let me mark you, Uncle Master. Can I force you? I'll treat you however you like."

"I said I never thought about it that way, and it's impossible for me to like you!"

Fu Lanting couldn't help it and pushed her away.

There was a distance between them, away from the ambiguity and insight in her eyes, and he actually felt relieved.

She was clearly just an ant-like junior, and he could kill her with just one finger.

But in front of Jiang Zhaoyue, he always felt like there was a huge rock hanging in his heart.

He didn't know what outrageous words she would say next, or what she would do that would be unacceptable to him.

"Okay, okay."

Jiang Zhaoyue sighed as if she had compromised, but before he could let go of the heavy stone in his heart, he saw her curl up the corners of her lips again, with a cold, condescending smile.

"sit down."

She pointed to the only sandalwood chair with a back in the room.

Fu Lanting glanced at it and remembered that she and Jiang Qiying were also sitting on this chair...

His brows furrowed slightly, and he said with a cold face, "You can't command me yet."

Jiang Zhaoyue didn't waste any words. She grabbed his collar and pushed him down onto the chair while he was stunned.

Given the difference in strength between them, it would have been impossible for her to do it.

But as if possessed by some mysterious force, Fu Lanting only remembered to mobilize his spiritual power when he sat on the chair.

The next moment, Jiang Zhaoyue sat astride his legs.

He was stunned at first, and then he was visibly panicked.

The headmaster tried his best to suppress the panic and heartbeat caused by this overly intimate action and pushed her shoulder.

"Go down, quickly!"

"Okay, okay."

Jiang Zhaoyue grabbed his hand, casually pressed it on the chair, then leaned over and blew into his neck.

She looked at him with a half-smile, the kind of expression that saw through him, indulged and doted on him: "Stop making trouble, Uncle Master, you see, since you can't get over it, I will do as you wish and force you. What else are you dissatisfied with? You can tell Jiang Qiying the same thing when you see him in the future."

Fu Lanting's forehead bulged, and he almost gritted his teeth and said, "You can't force me. Go away, and don't make me say it a third time."

"So you knew."

Jiang Zhaoyue suddenly laughed.

She pressed her fingertips on his neck, seemed to feel it carefully, and then said, "Your heart is beating so fast, Uncle Master."

Without waiting for Fu Lanting to speak, she stared into his eyes again, her voice clear and slow.

"So you knew I couldn't force you. Those touches, those intimate moments, the things you did for me, the things you resisted but reluctantly agreed to. Uncle Master, since I couldn't force you, why did you agree to them? You keep saying it was for Jiang Qiying, but without me, could Jiang Qiying control everything about you?"

"Are you really doing this for your disciple, or are you being hypocritical and sanctimonious, just trying to spy on your disciple's sweetheart?"

She ran her fingertips from his throat to his heart, her touch light and even a little itchy, but her words were weighty.

It was so heavy that it could easily tear through Fu Lanting’s defenses.

His eyes were fixed for a while before a low voice rang out, and no emotion could be heard.

"I did this for Jiang Qiying."

As if trying to convince himself, he spoke more and more confidently: "If it wasn't for Jiang Qiying, why would I allow you to commit such a crime? I just want you to leave him."

"Oh? So you're willing to sacrifice yourself for the sake of your disciple?"

Jiang Zhaoyue's eyebrows were curved, and her beautiful eyes were almost overflowing with smiles, but that smile was not gentle, nor did it have the warmth from before, but was instead filled with sarcasm.

"Master uncle is truly great."

She snorted lightly, and when Fu Lanting thought she was going to do something excessive, she suddenly left his legs.

Jiang Zhaoyue slowly tidied her clothes, returning to her usual gentle and kind appearance as the eldest senior sister of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect, and looked back at him.

Her eyes were gentle and distant, but in the eyes of Fu Lanting, who was used to seeing her true appearance, that gentleness seemed very fake.

The corners of her lips curved into a perfect arc, and she said word by word: "Fu Lanting, you are free."

Fu Lanting paused and subconsciously asked, "What?"

"Although I like to pick flowers, I also want the flowers to love me. Master, you care so much about your disciples, how can I not help you?"

She performed the junior's greetings with great dignity before saying, "Farewell, Uncle Master."

Fu Lanting was stunned for a moment before he asked suspiciously, "You...are not going to bother me anymore?"

"Um."

Jiang Zhaoyue nodded gently, and there was no trace of dominance or ambiguity on her smiling face.

Fu Lanting couldn't help but ask again, "Have you thought of some other way to torment me, waiting for me to make what you call a 'mistake' so you can use it as an excuse to punish me?"

When he said this, the system that was quietly watching in Jiang Zhaoyue's mind hissed.

"Host, look at what you've done to a good person."

He was once the leader of an immortal sect, but now when he opens his mouth he is called a "mistake", and when he keeps silent he is called a "punishment". Are these serious mistakes and punishments?

Jiang Zhaoyue did not respond to it, but just said again: "Master, take care, I won't see you off."

There was no smile on Fu Lanting's face. He stood up silently and walked to the door silently, but looked back when he stepped over the threshold.

"Jiang Zhaoyue."

"Master, do you have any other instructions?"

Jiang Zhaoyue's tone was normal, as if he was talking to a real elder, polite, humble and respectful.

Fu Lanting was silent for a moment, but in the end he said nothing. He walked forward and left her room.

After he left, the system asked curiously: "Host, have you really given up on him?"

"Have you ever seen a kite flying?"

"ah?"

“Flying a kite requires skill.”

Jiang Zhaoyue's face was calm, with only a smile on her lips. She poured a cup of tea and walked to the window to sit down, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, half leaning on the table, humming a pleasant song that the system had never heard before.

On the other hand, Fu Lanting, who was leaving, looked very unhappy and gloomy, as if a huge stone in his heart had fallen to the ground, and then a bigger stone was hanging in the air again.

Jiang Zhaoyue obviously gave up on pestering him, he should be happy.

But he was puzzled until the elder who came to report on the daily affairs of the Immortal Sect asked to see him.

The third elder is in charge of the daily affairs of the Immortal Sect.

The third elder saluted, looked up and was about to speak, but then he froze in place.

Fu Lanting came back to his senses from his thoughts. He was already in a bad mood, and seeing that he was still standing there without saying anything, his expression became even gloomier.

"Am I very beautiful?"

"No, it's not good-looking. No, I mean, the master looks very different today."

The third elder coughed twice and glanced carefully at his ears.

Forcing a smile, he cryptically reminded, "That... Master, after all, there are many disciples in the Immortal Sect, and everyone is diligently cultivating. You also said that cultivators should not indulge too much in love..."

It’s not that the leader of the Immortal Sect cannot wear accessories and dress up, the key is that the pendant on the leader’s ear is obviously not a serious thing.

In the Donghao world, cultivators prefer to wear plain clothes, with a clean and elegant style. Those gorgeous and unique accessories, such as the single thin chain ruby ​​earrings on the master's ears, are generally only worn by cultivators who use their beauty to please others.

Besides, Master Qi Ling never liked to wear jewelry before.

Fu Lanting was slightly stunned, and after he reacted, he quickly took off the earrings and his face turned red uncontrollably.

He was unrivaled in combat power, fearless of any enemy, any sword or frost, but he would still feel ashamed to be seen with such a thing, especially to please a junior.

But he was so lost in thought that he forgot he was still wearing this thing and never took it off.

Fu Lanting lowered his eyes to look at the earrings in his hand, and suddenly wanted to crush them into powder, but the moment his palms closed, he suddenly stopped.

The third elder standing in the hall saw his expression change from relieved to tense, and he knew that today was not a good time to report. He sighed silently in his heart and quietly left Chonghua Hall.

Fu Lanting didn't care about his departure. He just looked at the thing in his hand and thought about it. Then he held the earring and walked out of the hall.

The sun was shining outside the hall and it was already morning.

It was still late at night when he left Jiang Zhaoyue's residence, and he sat in Chonghua Hall for most of the night.

Fu Lanting frowned even deeper.

The gem in his palm was cold and hard, and a bit uncomfortable. He should have destroyed it directly, but because of some inexplicable emotions, he kept this shameful thing.

And holding this thing, he walked to the vicinity of Jiang Zhaoyue's residence as if possessed by a ghost.

That familiar window.

But this time, the window was tightly closed, and faint sounds of conversation could be heard from inside.

Fu Lanting's face darkened and he immediately went inside to scold loudly.

But when he reached the door, his steps suddenly stopped.

The person inside was not Jiang Qiying, but Chu Jinhe, the young disciple of Lin Bozhou whom Luo Huaiyin had complained about before.

In fact, apart from Jiang Qiying's relationship, Jiang Zhaoyue had no right to stop him from doing or saying anything to anyone.

Even Jiang Qiying was only killed because he made up an excuse that "Jiang Zhaoyue was cunning and not a good match for Jiang Qiying, and he was afraid that his disciple would be deceived."

Apart from this, he and Jiang Zhaoyue have no relationship.

She is a disciple of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect, and he is the headmaster of the Qiling Immortal Sect.

After these thoughts flashed through his mind, Fu Lanting stopped at the door.

Through the door, the sound from inside could be heard clearly.

Although Chu Jinhe didn't dress up as seductively as she did in the Spirit Washing Pool, she was still dressed up carefully. He looked at his senior sister eagerly, holding his heart and said coquettishly:

"Sister, when I was practicing yesterday, I suddenly felt uneasy. Could you please feel it and see if there was something wrong with my practice?"

Jiang Zhaoyue touched his chest and felt only a layer of soft and hard muscle.

She smiled and said, "No problem, it shouldn't be a problem with your cultivation. Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

"And here, here, here is also uncomfortable, Senior Sister, please touch it..."

One thing that makes Chu Jinhe different from others is that he is willing to take risks.

He really doesn't care about what others think of him.

As long as the goal is achieved, the process is not important.

Jiang Zhaoyue also doted on him. When he said he was not feeling well, she smiled and comforted him, "Okay, I'll help you take a look."

Fu Lanting, who was outside the door, was just listening with a frown, but the more he listened, the gloomier his expression became.

When Luo Huaiyin mentioned the Soul Washing Pool before, he just thought that he was just another person who loved Jiang Zhaoyue, no different from that Luo Huaiyin.

Everyone loves her gentle mask, and there are always many such people.

But now that I heard it with my own eyes, I realized that this little disciple Lin Bozhou was really outrageous.

Even more outrageous than Jiang Zhaoyue.

The headmaster took a deep breath and wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door, but his eyes stopped when he saw the earrings in his hand.

What qualifications does he have to reprimand them for the matter between their senior and junior brothers?

He is not Lin Bozhou.

Fu Lanting's expression changed slightly, but he finally put down his hand.

But he didn't leave.

In the room, Jiang Zhaoyue helped Chu Jinhe check and found nothing wrong, so he said: "You can't be careless in your cultivation. There's nothing wrong with your body. It might be that your spiritual energy is circulating. Go back and ask the elders to check on you."

"good."

Chu Jinhe nodded obediently. Seeing her withdraw her hand, he turned his eyes slightly and said, "Senior Sister, I have refined some small things in the past few days. I don't know if you like them. Can I wear them for you to see?"

What happened that day must have stimulated him. Now, whenever Chu Jinhe gets the chance, he will seduce her openly or covertly. He knows his senior sister's character well. If he succeeds, she will definitely take responsibility. Then, even if Senior Brother Jiang becomes her Taoist partner, he will have a chance to stay with her.

And for this matter, he can do anything.

Jiang Zhaoyue didn't show any eagerness or anticipation, nor did he show any disgust. He just smiled and said in a steady voice, "Oh? What is it?"

Seeing that she didn't refuse directly, Chu Jinhe's eyes lit up and he immediately took out something.

He first took out a bottle of medicine, which was exactly the same as the one Jiang Zhaoyue had asked his junior sister to buy before.

Seeing Senior Sister's gaze sweeping over, Chu Jinhe hid the emotion in his eyes and said obediently, "Senior Sister, do you like it? Can you feed me too? I'm not like Senior Brother Jiang. I can do whatever Senior Sister wants me to do."

Then he took something out again.

These are things that would make Senior Brother Luo call them shameless at the first sight of them.

Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him with a smile, neither stopping him nor expecting anything. She was like a god watching from the sidelines, lowering her eyes to see the believers below offering themselves, and she only gave them a cold and compassionate look.

But Chu Jinhe didn't care, because he was a believer of his senior sister. He believed in her and loved her, even though he was just one of the countless living beings loved by the gods.

The atmosphere in the room became heated, but outside the door, Fu Lanting frowned even more.

He didn't know what kind of emotion it was, but when Chu Jinhe's voice reached his ears, he felt an irritation that was hard to conceal. That irritation was different from the usual irritation when Jiang Zhaoyue threatened him to do something.

Seeing that something unspeakable was about to happen if he continued, Fu Lanting calmed his eyes and looked away in an instant.

He randomly grabbed a passing elder on the road and instructed him, "Go find Jiang Zhaoyue and tell her that her master, Lin Bozhou, left her something before he went into seclusion, and told her to go to the treasure house and get it now."

"ah?"

The elders who were randomly captured looked bewildered, wondering why the headmaster would issue such an order. Moreover, if he had something to give to Jiang Zhaoyue, why didn't he give it to her himself? Wasn't that the disciple of the headmaster's friend?

"Ah what? Go quickly."

Although the elder didn't know the purpose of his actions, he naturally obeyed the order from the headmaster. He immediately put away his bewildered look and nodded, "Okay, I'll do it right away."

Seeing him walking quickly towards Jiang Zhaoyue, Fu Lanting breathed a sigh of relief, but soon frowned again.

He came to the banquet hall of Qi Ling Xian Zong and gave special instructions to the elder in charge.

From today on, anyone who wants to see Jiang Zhaoyue must notify her and are not allowed to meet privately, even if it is her junior fellow disciple, Chu Jinhe.

The elders in the banquet hall were almost shocked that he had to come for such a small matter.

Fu Lanting ignored him.

He went to Jiang Zhaoyue's residence again to sense it, confirming that Chu Jinhe had left and there was no one else in her room, and then returned to his Chonghua Hall.

After all this trouble, it was already afternoon.

Before Fu Lanting could calm down and think about why he was feeling depressed, he heard his disciple asking to see him.

Jiang Qiying came to see him, still with only one thing in mind.

He wanted to form a pact with Jiang Zhaoyue.

This time, Fu Lanting said without hesitation, "No."

Jiang Qiying looked straight into his eyes, her gaze was deep and dark, and her tone was even calmer than his.

"Master always said he wanted to explain to me, but until now, I still don't know why Master is so opposed. If Master is because Junior Sister Jiang's personality is different from what is rumored, then I already know. I don't care. Master, can you agree?"

Fu Lanting glanced at him and said, "A bond is a matter between two people. Even if I agree to your request, will your Junior Sister Jiang marry you?"

"That's between Junior Sister Jiang and me. Master, just give me your permission."

The hall fell into silence.

After a long silence, Fu Lanting finally spoke, but this time his answer was vague: "We'll talk after Lin Bozhou comes out of seclusion. You can leave now."

"Master."

Jiang Qiying did not leave and continued to look at him.

But this time there was no sadness, no questioning, no pain of knowing that the Master had spied on Junior Sister, only a deep calm.

He seemed to see through Fu Lanting's heart and glimpse the secret that he had buried deep in his heart.

"You stopped me from being with Junior Sister Jiang, was it really just for me?"

This was the second time he asked this question.

But the emotions and moods of the two people are completely different.

He was very calm, but Fu Lanting's eyes trembled slightly.

He was not able to tell him with peace of mind like last time that he was doing it for Jiang Qiying's own good. Even if there were some secrets, those secrets were because he did not want to hurt his disciples.

But at this moment, Fu Lanting did not say it.

Every moment of contact with Jiang Zhaoyue flashed through his mind.

At the beginning, he did it for Jiang Qiying. He made one mistake after another because his disciple was coerced by her.

But was it really all for Jiang Qiying afterwards?

The woman gradually broke down his indifference and even made him accustomed to someone acting so recklessly and without scruples in front of him.

If he was just doing it for Jiang Qiying, he wouldn't have to do so much.

Who is Luo Huaiyin, and who is Chu Jinhe? They are just ant-like juniors. So what if they are peerless geniuses? A genius who has not grown up is just a weakling no matter how good his qualifications are. Why should he pay attention to them?

But he intervened in many matters that had nothing to do with Jiang Qiying.

Fu Lanting was silent because he didn't know how to answer. He didn't know whether he was just used to the junior's unbridled behavior in front of him, or whether he was really spying on his disciple's sweetheart as Jiang Qiying said.

There is no answer, so silence.

But his silence gave Jiang Qiying the answer.

He looked at his master quietly, watching his eyes move slightly, watching his face darken, watching the subtle emotions flow in his eyes.

He suddenly laughed.

But the light in his eyes grew colder.

Jiang Qiying looked at him and said word by word, "You are my master, the almighty Qiling Sect Leader. No one can stop you from doing what you want. Once a teacher, always a father. I thought we were the closest people in this world."

But the man he regarded as a father was spying on and coveting his sweetheart.

He knew clearly that he liked Junior Sister Jiang.

Fu Lanting was silent for a long time and finally spoke.

His voice was a little low: "Qiying, things are not what you think."

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Jiang Qiying turned around.

"You are still my Master, the person I respect and honor the most, but from now on, I will no longer hand over opportunities to others. Master, you can order me to do anything, except Junior Sister Jiang. I don't need your consent."

He walked out of Chonghua Hall with firm and steady steps, leaving only the elongated shadow of light behind him.

Fu Lanting sat on the throne with his eyes lowered. After a long time, he opened his palm. The red gem reflected a fine but bright light in his palm.

His eyes were a little complicated, but in the end, he still put away the earring.

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