Chapter 44: One point of sincerity is definitely better.

“But it’s really soft.”

Jiang Zhaoyue was just trying to change the subject, but she did it openly and without hiding anything.

When she looks at someone with affectionate eyes, those lingering threads are like a big net, surrounding the person and making it impossible to escape.

Even though Fu Lanting knew clearly that there was little sincerity in her affection, he still couldn't help being attracted by her gaze, and his heart was filled with uncontrollable ripples.

He despised himself at the moment, but couldn't help sinking into depravity.

Until Jiang Zhaoyue approached.

The rosy lips meet.

She did not do anything unruly to him as usual, but just touched him very lightly and gently.

Instantly separate.

The soft feeling quickly fades, making people want to pursue it involuntarily.

Looking at the searching eyes and slightly quickened breathing of the person before him, Jiang Zhaoyue chuckled softly and leaned close to his ear, pressing her fingertips against his forward lips. "This is only a reward. Uncle Master needs to work harder to get other rewards."

Fu Lanting seemed to have finally come to his senses, suppressing that subtle bit of expectation deep in his heart. He quickly explained, but his attempt to hide the truth only made it more obvious: "I don't have it."

"Really?" Jiang Zhaoyue rested her head on his chest, pressed her fingertips against his lips and slid them down. Her voice was sweet, yet a little bit naughty.

"Uncle Master, do your disciples and younger generations know that you are so hypocritical? Your body is so honest..."

Fu Lanting's face turned redder and he covered her mouth as if to hide it. He pretended to be fierce and said, "Don't say it anymore."

Although he is young, he speaks in a wild and unrestrained manner. Sometimes he even wonders how Lin Bozhou raised the child to become the way he is now.

Jiang Zhaoyue pulled his hand away and looked up at him with an extremely innocent look.

"Isn't it? But Uncle Shi obviously likes it very much. Look, you are so excited."

After saying that, she ripped open his collar again. Jiang Zhaoyue was not polite at all and slapped him twice on the chest.

Fu Lanting paused for a moment, not because of the pain. The area where he was pierced quickly swelled up due to the irritation, as if confirming his inconsistency.

Naturally, he no longer had the energy to care about Jiang Qiying.

What happened just now has been forgotten.

Fu Lanting's breathing became rapid, just as Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him with a smile and leaned down to kiss his neck.

But he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhaoyue raised her head in his broad chest and said coquettishly, "Master's chest is so soft, I want to bury it."

Fu Lanting took a few deep breaths to calm the surging impulse caused by her words.

Suppressing those subtle and passionate emotions, he sat up from the golden sandalwood throne and helped Jiang Zhaoyue up as well.

Then he said to her seriously, "I am much stronger than you."

Not wanting to emphasize the difference in strength between the two, Fu Lanting paused and sighed, "I'm stronger than you, so if something happens, you won't have a chance to stop me."

This is true. There are limits to the strength among disciples of the same generation. But between him and Jiang Zhaoyue, if he loses his mind, Jiang Zhaoyue will be able to control him no matter what.

But these words were obviously not what Jiang Zhaoyue wanted to hear.

She blinked and asked, "So?"

"So you have to think carefully."

Fu Lanting seemed to hesitate for a few breaths, but finally said: "We haven't... After all, this is not good for you. When I announce it to the world, and it's legitimate and everyone knows it, you can do whatever you want, okay?"

Jiang Zhaoyue just wanted to have some fun, but it was obvious that the master was thinking long-term.

He wanted to make a covenant.

But he also knew the relationship between them, and that forming a pact would inevitably require resolving many problems, such as Lin Bozhou, Jiang Qiying, and the gossip of the world.

At least it's not like this now. She calls him uncle master, and the relationship between them is still that of elder and junior.

Speaking of which, the headmaster is surprisingly conservative in this regard.

Jiang Zhaoyue listened to him patiently and pounced on him with a smile on her face.

She said in a hurry: "It's okay, I don't mind."

"No, people will talk about you behind your back."

Fu Lanting still insisted. Whenever Jiang Zhaoyue teased him in the past, he would eventually compromise, but this time, he was very persistent.

He even added some seriousness to his words: "Zhaoyue, you must be obedient. The world of cultivation is cruel. Although I am a leader, I am not the master of this world. Your master does not want you to come to any harm. Since I promised him to take care of you, I must do it."

Those with high cultivation, such as the elders and masters, can tell at a glance whether the Yuan Yang and Yuan Yin of a low-level cultivator are still there. Naturally, they dare not say anything in front of him, but in the Donghao world, there are seven major immortal sects, and the Qi Ling Immortal Sect is just one of them.

Fu Lanting is indifferent by nature. When he wants to be nice to someone, he always hopes for perfection.

Jiang Zhaoyue put down the hand that was teasing him, turned sideways, and said in a much colder tone: "Forget it, I don't like to force others."

This time it was Fu Lanting's turn to coax her.

Although he was thinking about Jiang Zhaoyue, he knew the character of his adopted niece. If he simply refused, she would probably go to find Jiang Qiying the next moment.

So the headmaster gritted his teeth and took her hand and placed it on his abdominal muscles.

There are distinct blocks under the palm, and it is soft when not exerting force, giving it a very comfortable feel.

Fu Lanting endured the shame, his eyelashes trembling rapidly due to nervousness and shame. He said in an almost inaudible voice: "Although I can't do that...but Uncle Master will let you play with it, okay? You can do whatever you want, except...that."

This is definitely the boldest and most unrestrained words Fu Lanting has ever said in his life.

Jiang Zhaoyue paused and finally looked at him.

Although there was still some unhappiness on his face, the excitement in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

She silently curled the corners of her lips, her tone sounding innocent and romantic: "Really?"

"Um."

Fu Lanting nodded with uncontrollable shame, the slight blush on the side of his face spreading to the collarbone under his neck.

Jiang Zhaoyue likes Jiang Qiying's broken look the most, but when it comes to physical action, the master is still the most attractive.

Whether it is forced, voluntary, or uncontrollable.

There is a strong attraction in him that makes people want to bully him, even though he looks so cold, intolerant and superior.

It was rare for the uncle to take the initiative, so Jiang Zhaoyue naturally wouldn't refuse.

But this time, she didn't bend down to kiss him like before. Instead, she lay down beside him, leaning against the back of the golden sandalwood chair, looking up at him.

She smiled and said, "Then please me first, Uncle Master. You are much older than me, and you know how to please me."

She was in a relaxed posture and looked comfortable, without any nervousness about the upcoming close contact. She just smiled at him and let him pick her.

Fu Lanting closed his eyes. His mind told him to stop, but his instinct drove him to get closer to the other person.

But he knew very well that his current calmness was just a result of his cunning and restraint, and his heart had already been clamoring for words that he could not speak.

After repeatedly warning himself to restrain himself, he slowly approached.

When they were so close, he paused and said, "I'm going to kiss you now, Teruyue."

Jiang Zhaoyue looked helpless and said unhappily, "Should I still reply with 'I'm ready', Uncle Master—"

The words stopped abruptly.

He stopped her from saying the rest of her words.

Unlike the cautious voice, the proactive kiss from Fu Lanting was more like his outwardly revealed character.

He had tried his best to restrain himself, but he still couldn't hide that hint of domineering and cold aura.

Jiang Zhaoyue's hand, which was about to touch his back, was grabbed by him.

The slender and broad palm reached into the slender white fingers, clasped them tightly, and pressed on the golden sandalwood chair back.

The emotions that he had suppressed deep down and locked up in endless shackles poured out bit by bit through this kiss.

He and Jiang Qiying are different after all.

The aura of a superior over the years has seeped into his bones. No matter how restrained he is, he can't help but want to control and demand.

The tip of the tongue pried open the teeth and explored freely. The sound of water splashing was very clear in the empty hall.

He interlocked one hand with Jiang Zhaoyue's, and with the other hand he couldn't help but pinch her jaw to hold it in place, wanting to make the gesture of intimacy between them even deeper.

A strong scent hit me in the face, carrying with it a hint of herbal fragrance that belonged to him.

Just before he ran out of breath, he finally let go of Jiang Zhaoyue. The veins on his palms clasped on the back of the chair were bulging, and the blue veins continued to meander into his sleeves, tense with endurance. His eyes were dark and his breathing was slightly short, as if something was surging in his eyes.

Jiang Zhaoyue took a few breaths before she saw the darkness in his eyes gradually fade away, and turn into a look of helplessness and doting.

Fu Lanting touched the side of her hair and said softly, "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive."

Jiang Zhaoyue took a deep breath. Not only was she not angry, she threw herself into his arms. She spoke in a coquettish voice like a little girl, her eyes shining, "Master-uncle is so amazing. I love you so much."

It might not be the same for someone else, but Jiang Zhaoyue definitely likes him.

Anyway, according to the system's understanding, she would be very excited whether she locked others up in a small dark room or someone locked her up in a small dark room.

For example, now.

She threw herself into Fu Lanting's arms and acted like a spoiled child. Then she stared at him with excitement and continued to pester him: "I still want to kiss you, Uncle Master, can you kiss me again?"

Fu Lanting could hardly contain the heat in his heart. He opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and then said, "Kiss next time, okay?"

"Why?"

Jiang Zhaoyue shook his sleeves: "But your kiss made me feel so comfortable, I want more."

The headmaster's face turned red again. He really couldn't get used to her saying such intimate words anytime and anywhere.

His eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, he chose to tell her honestly, "I'm afraid I... can't control myself."

He said that he wanted to please Jiang Zhaoyue, but didn’t he want to do that himself?

He thinks he has a high level of self-control, but that's all; he's a normal man after all.

"When is the next time?"

Jiang Zhaoyue stared at his rosy lips that were still moist and shiny, her eyes as blatant as a banshee who wanted to devour people.

Fu Lanting couldn't answer her, and was afraid that he really couldn't control himself, so he had to look away.

He coughed lightly, opened his collar a little, and pulled Jiang Zhaoyue's hand to place it on his chest.

"Dear, don't you like this the most?"

Jiang Zhaoyue looked at his soft chest muscles with some dissatisfaction, pinched them, and complained, "Master, why are you like this? I don't like you anymore."

"No."

Fu Lanting kept her hand on his chest and coaxed her: "Will it be okay in the future? Let's take it slowly."

"But I want to do it quickly."

Since she couldn't be coaxed any more, Fu Lanting could only reveal a pitiful expression and looked at her with some resentment: "Are you thinking that if you succeed, you won't need your uncle anymore?"

This was just an excuse he casually came up with to change the subject, but he actually saw Jiang Zhaoyue blink quickly before revealing that gentle and sweet smile. Without any abnormality, he said, "How could that be?"

“…”

Fu Lanting was stunned for a moment, the gentleness on his face faded a little, and instead a hint of depression appeared.

He pursed his lips, and the resentment he couldn't suppress escaped from his words, "You're just... toying with me?"

"How could that be?"

Jiang Zhaoyue still said the same thing, and the hand that was touching his chest muscle moved upwards to stroke the side of his face.

Her smile is still so gentle and sweet.

"Didn't I say that I like my uncle the most?"

"You're lying."

Fu Lanting's eyes became even more resentful.

If he had never seen Jiang Zhaoyue's true heart, he might not be able to tell whether she was sincere or not.

Yet he had seen it.

Among all the people who were familiar with Jiang Zhaoyue, he had known her the shortest, but he was the one who understood her best. Her perfection, gentleness, and sweetness that led people to fall were all lies.

Her true feelings come from her calm and casual words.

He knew that her sincerity was insignificant, perhaps only one tenth or even one hundredth of what she said.

But Fu Lanting never thought that she had never considered forming a contract with him.

"I'm not lying."

"Then let's make a pact."

Jiang Zhaoyue answered him without blinking, "Okay, wait until my master comes out of seclusion."

As you can imagine, this is another lie.

Fu Lanting attaches great importance to the matter of making a contract, not only because it is a formal status, but also because of the act of making a contract itself.

As the name suggests, a covenant is a contract signed by two people in the cultivation world who become partners, and is witnessed by the oath sworn by Heaven. Unlike the superficial etiquette in the mortal world, the oath sworn by Heaven is binding to a certain extent.

Practicing Taoism is not easy. For many practitioners, the person who will accompany them throughout their long life is very important. Many practitioners will only choose a fleeting romance rather than become a Taoist couple. In the Donghao world, it is rare for Taoist couples to betray each other. Most of them will stay together through life and death.

If she has never thought about this, it means that in her heart, he has always been just a toy object that interests her at a whim, not someone she wants to spend her life with.

Fu Lanting looked at her quietly, the light in his eyes dimmed. He lowered his eyes, his face full of gloomy sadness.

Jiang Zhaoyue poked his chest muscle and said softly, "Uncle Master? I really didn't lie to you."

"You're lying."

Fu Lanting lowered his eyes and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

"When you lie, you like to look into my eyes, and your voice becomes softer."

His tone was sad, but Jiang Zhaoyue just smiled and sighed:

"How pitiful."

She held up his face, without any embarrassment or panic at being exposed. She still had that smiling face, and her eyes were filled with deep affection that made people indulge.

"So what does Uncle Master want to do? Should we separate?"

The last sentence made Fu Lanting's eyes tremble, and an uncontrollable emotion surged from his heart, surging and difficult to suppress.

He took a deep breath, hugged the person in front of him, and lowered his voice.

"No, I will let those people know that you can only belong to me."

Jiang Zhaoyue buried her face in his chest for a while, then suddenly patted his waist and reminded him, "Uncle Master, relax a little, don't use too much force."

The chest muscles are hard and difficult to bury.

Fu Lanting's originally deep and sad mood paused, and heat rose from his neck. He dug Jiang Zhaoyue's face out of his chest and said unhappily, "You only think about my body all day long. Can't you think about anything else?"

Jiang Zhaoyue glanced at him with a reproachful look, and said with a hint of complaint, "You just said earlier that I could do whatever I wanted, and now you regret it. Men really like to lie."

Fu Lanting had no way to deal with her confusing right and wrong, so he could only indulge her and said, "Did you say the same thing when you were coaxing Jiang Qiying?"

"How could that be? I've only coaxed you this way before, Uncle-Master."

Her smile is as beautiful as a flower.

This is not a lie.

Among all the people she had seen, Fu Lanting was indeed the man with the best figure. The higher the level of cultivation, the closer to perfection the body and appearance of the cultivator would be, so there were no ugly high-level cultivators.

But Fu Lanting still attracted her the most.

The Master's mouth softened a little, but his voice was still a little stiff.

"You're a skinny, young boy. There's nothing good about you."

This is definitely an exaggeration. Although Senior Brother Jiang is not as broad-minded as his master, he still has what he should have. Anyone would praise his graceful demeanor, and he is definitely not thin.

But men get jealous for no reason.

Even his own disciples.

Jiang Zhaoyue didn't care what he was mumbling. After hiding for a while, she raised her head, grabbed the thin golden chain, and bit his chest.

"hiss--"

Fu Lanting was still talking when he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. Fortunately, he dispersed his defense in time.

Jiang Zhaoyue licked the blood at the corner of her lips, and the bright red stained the tip of her tongue. She leaned in his arms, looked up at him, her eyes like a snake looking for food.

Beautiful and dangerous.

Fu Lanting's eyes were burned by the blood on the tip of her tongue. He hurriedly looked away, his heart beating like a drum.

The pain seemed to turn into an itch, scratching his heart.

He endured it with some restraint, only holding her sides with his stiff hands to prevent her from falling.

The first bite was a bit deep, but fortunately Jiang Zhaoyue was very gentle afterwards.

But she was nasty.

Every time you touch him, you have to look at him intentionally.

I have to look him in the eye and won't stop until I see the waves surging in his eyes.

Fu Lanting even felt a sense of regret.

It was too early to regret the high-sounding words he said before. It was obvious that she was not the one who longed for him, but he was the one who longed for her.

His throat rolled and dried up, and finally when Jiang Zhaoyue's teeth scraped against a certain spot, he couldn't help but let out a gasp.

Before Jiang Zhaoyue could raise her head to appreciate his expression, he hugged her in his arms.

The headmaster buried his head in her neck, his voice hoarse and filled with low pleading.

"Stop torturing me, Xiaobao, I can't stand it."

This name was actually what Lin Bozhou called Jiang Zhaoyue when she was a child.

Later, she became the eldest sister of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect. In order to maintain the dignity of the eldest sister, Lin Bozhou started calling her by her name.

Fu Lanting had never seen his disciple before, but he heard her name from his mouth every day, from her previous nickname to her later real name.

But when he called her like this at this time, Jiang Zhaoyue laughed softly.

She leaned close to his ear, her breath warm, and every word she spoke was filled with an indescribable smile: "Uncle Master, you really like this kind of immoral relationship. Is it that every time I call you Uncle Master, you are thinking about something that cannot be seen by others?"

Fu Lanting's breathing was rapid. He gasped several times beside her neck before he said in a defeated voice, "Yes, I was thinking, I am really a beast. I even covet my friend's disciple. But when you kissed me, I liked it very much."

As if one sentence couldn't express such deep emotions, he repeated it again: "I like it very much."

"It's really honest. Honest children get food to eat."

Jiang Zhaoyue stroked his back with a soothing force that was like a devil leading people into the abyss.

"Can I reward my uncle?" She raised her chin, revealing her long and slender neck, and her fingertips paused at a certain place.

"Uncle Master, please leave a mark of yours here, okay?"

Fu Lanting should have refused, but he seemed to be bewitched and could not utter any words of resistance. Like a flesh and blood puppet, he could not help but approach the land he wanted to worship.

He kissed the skin, licking and crushing it until he left his mark.

Like a dream, when he woke up he found that he had made an unforgivable mistake in his dream.

——He shouldn't have been so impulsive and left traces on her that would cause people to talk about him.

Fu Lanting's eyes were flustered yet clear, and spiritual power surged from his fingertips, and he wanted to erase the mark.

But he was stopped by Jiang Zhaoyue.

She pressed her fingertips against his lips, threw herself into his arms, and said happily, "I like it very much, Uncle Master, aren't you happy?"

Fu Lanting could no longer tell whether her joy was real or fake.

He looked into the eyes of the woman in his arms and felt that his soul was being held in her hands, leaving only a body behind.

She could always easily control his sorrows and joys, as easily as controlling a flower or a blade of grass.

Fu Lanting closed his eyes, finally letting himself indulge in the joy that he couldn't tell whether it was real or fake. He said word by word, not knowing to whom he was speaking: "Don't lie to me. At least, be sincere. Otherwise, I will go crazy."

"Of course, I like my uncle the most."

She still said that.

Fu Lanting didn't distinguish between true and false this time. He hugged her, rubbed her cheek, and smiled gently: "Our little treasure is so good."

Jiang Zhaoyue poked his chest in protest and said childishly, "Don't call me that. This is the name my master gave me."

"That's what I want to call you." Fu Lanting smiled, a rare moment, and said jokingly, "Xiaobao can't just be partial to Master, you have to show some love to Uncle Master sometimes."

"All right."

Jiang Zhaoyue pretended to compromise, as if she couldn't do anything to him, but in the end she chuckled in his ear, and her gentle tone seemed to strike at Fu Lanting's heart.

"Master uncle is so cute when he acts like a spoiled child. Senior brother cried so beautifully before. Master uncle is my senior brother's master, so he must be even better, right?"

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The author has something to say: Two chapters are combined into one. This chapter is a bit stuck. It took me a long time to write it and I’ve only just finished it.

The uncle gradually began to recognize himself.

Chat later.

Others: You are really angry.

Fu: So what? (revealing his chest) See? My baby loves to eat this. You guys can be jealous.