Chapter 61: Calm down and put on your skin.

Discussing such matters with elders should be awkward and difficult to talk about, but for Jiang Zhaoyue, it was the opposite.

She thought about it carefully and told Lin Bozhou, "I like it. I like this kind, and I like the other kind too. Master, food and sex are human nature, isn't that human nature? Did I do something wrong?"

Her eyes were truly calm, even pure and clean. She looked straight into his eyes without a flicker or embarrassment.

As she herself said, Jiang Zhaoyue did not think this was a shameful thing.

It was Lin Bozhou who had to restrain himself to resist the urge to look away and not meet her gaze.

Being looked at by his disciple with such pure eyes and discussing such difficult things always makes people feel uneasy. Although he has watched her grow up and is familiar with everything about her, she has grown up and there are differences between men and women after all.

Lin Bozhou suppressed his embarrassment and blushing face and answered her with some difficulty.

"No... Xiaobao didn't do anything wrong. There's nothing wrong with following your instincts. It's just that people in this world are good at pretending, and since you're different, they'll use all sorts of words to attack you. Also, it's easy to get addicted to things like this. You're still young and haven't seen much. If you get caught up in it, it'll inevitably affect your cultivation."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Zhaoyue lowering her eyes and thinking quietly. A trace of regret welled up in his heart, and he felt that he shouldn't be so harsh.

It's just a small matter. If the child likes it, then let him like it. Besides, it's a matter of mutual consent, and Zhaoyue didn't force anyone else.

Thinking of this, Lin Bozhou quickly changed the subject and said, "But then again, as long as you like it, it's no big deal. Our Xiaobao is so kind, he can like anything."

Sometimes the system is very fortunate that although the host is a little crazy and perverted, at least he is very appropriate in his behavior. Otherwise, with Lin Bozhou's attitude in educating his disciples, the Donghao world would definitely have another domineering and bullying second-generation cultivator.

Perhaps because of what he said, Jiang Zhaoyue finally raised her head, a familiar smile curved across her lips. She replied in a sweet voice, "Master is so kind."

Lin Bozhou's idea of ​​teaching was completely forgotten.

He held her tenderly and sighed, "Master only hopes that he will not teach you to go astray. You are my disciple. If anything goes wrong with you, it will be my responsibility."

Jiang Zhaoyue nuzzled into his arms and found a comfortable position to lean against. "I'm fine, and Master is fine too."

After saying that, she looked up at him again with a questioning look in her eyes.

"Master."

"Hmm?" Lin Bozhou patted her shoulder and looked down at her.

Jiang Zhaoyue asked him with a frown, "Can I still play with my uncle?"

Lin Bozhou's expression froze for a moment.

"Master?"

Jiang Zhaoyue pulled his sleeve coquettishly and asked, "Is it okay?"

Although she said "play", combined with the previous conversation, it is very clear what she meant.

Lin Bozhou naturally didn't want to nod.

He now wished that his disciples could stay as far away from Fu Lanting as possible.

But looking at the expectant gaze of the disciple in his arms, he couldn't bring himself to say those words. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and say, "You can't let him bully you. Also, when you go find him, you must tell Master that you can't agree to anything he says."

This is the difference between a disciple and a brother.

If Fu Lanting had begged him like this, Lin Bozhou would have punched him in the face to let him know why the flowers were so red.

But after his disciple said this, he felt cruel even for refusing.

Even though he had just severed his ties with Fu Lanting.

Jiang Zhaoyue smiled even more happily. She threw herself into his arms, rubbed her neck affectionately, and then said in a sticky voice, "Master is so kind. I like you the most."

This was the second time she said this today.

Lin Bozhou's expression softened, and the resistance from the bottom of his heart also diminished a lot. He touched the top of her head, speaking with some helplessness.

"Master is always helpless with you."

With a slight sigh, he warned again: "If he wants to torture himself, he can, but if he wants to torture you, tell Master, and Master will make him pay."

He didn't care if Fu Lanting was so despicable as to carry that kind of thing on his body, but if he dared to teach Zhaoyue bad things and follow his example, he would definitely fight Fu Lanting to the death.

After hearing his words, Jiang Zhaoyue just nodded obediently, without explaining that it was actually she who taught the master those things.

She struck while the iron was hot: "Then can I ask my uncle to come to Yunmiao Immortal Sect?"

Lin Bozhou suddenly felt a sense of loss as if he had fallen out of favor.

It was clear that just now the beloved disciple was calling Master affectionately and saying "Master is the best", but now he was asking questions one after another for the so-called "Uncle Master".

However, he knew very well that this feeling was only because Jiang Zhaoyue had always been under his wing. The most important thing in her world was her master, and nothing else mattered.

But she has to grow up, just like a baby bird has to fly high, and he can't be the only one in her world. This is something that will happen sooner or later.

And sooner or later he will have to adapt to this.

Forcibly suppressing the uncomfortable feeling, Lin Bozhou said with a hint of jealousy, "Okay, but not too often. Master doesn't want to see him."

"good."

Jiang Zhaoyue nodded in a gentle voice, then looked at her master's pursed lips, the downward curve that wouldn't be smoothed out no matter how hard she tried. She reached out her hands and pressed the skin around his mouth, pushing it upwards, saying coquettishly, "Master, don't be sulking. Cheer up."

Lin Bozhou persisted for a while, and finally curled up the corners of his lips at her action. He sighed a little, and then hugged her in his arms with some affection, almost sighing.

"If it weren't for Xiaobao, I can't imagine what my life would be like now."

He rubbed her face hard, exhaled, and cursed viciously: "Damn Fu Lanting."

Jiang Zhaoyue, on the other hand, was amused by his stingy look and tone.

Hearing her laughter, Lin Bozhou couldn't help laughing too.

The atmosphere suddenly became much more cheerful.

This atmosphere continued into the evening.

Fu Lanting came to Yunmiao Immortal Sect.

Although he agreed to Jiang Zhaoyue, Lin Bozhou still didn't have a good face towards him. After all, the hatred at that time was real, the betrayal was real, and the severance of ties was also real.

Still in his small courtyard, but unfortunately it is far less comfortable today than before.

Lin Bozhou's gentle face when looking at his disciples turned cold when facing him.

Even if Fu Lanting took the initiative to greet him: "Bozhou."

Lin Bozhou didn't even glance at him, let alone respond.

He just looked at Jiang Zhaoyue and asked her lovingly, "Xiaobao, do you want to eat roasted lamb tonight?"

Jiang Zhaoyue replied: "Eat it tomorrow."

"good."

Seeing him like this, Fu Lanting was not angry. His expression did not change, and he sat down opposite Jiang Zhaoyue and Lin Bozhou as before.

He took out a jar of wine and said calmly, "This is the fine wine I asked someone to find from Dongzhou. It's very fragrant and mellow."

Lin Bozhou still didn't look at him or say anything.

Fu Lanting was not annoyed. He took out the cup, poured him a glass of wine, and poured half a glass for Jiang Zhaoyue.

Lin Bozhou didn't touch the wine, but Jiang Zhaoyue took a sip and said, "It's spicy."

"It's a bit strong, drink it slowly."

Fu Lanting's eyes were gentle. If it were just him and Jiang Zhaoyue, he might even stroke her back to help her relieve the burning sensation from the wine.

But since Lin Bozhou was here, he could only sit opposite them and look into their eyes.

Lin Bozhou still didn't look at him, completely ignoring the man. He took the glass of wine from Jiang Zhaoyue's hand, wiped the corner of her lips, and said helplessly, "Don't drink it if it's too strong. Be careful not to hurt your throat."

Jiang Zhaoyue blinked and showed a simple smile: "Master uncle's wine is really good."

"There's no such thing as a master uncle. I'm just an outsider. How can I be worthy of your love?"

Lin Bozhou looked at her and smiled, but his words were not directed at her.

Opposite them, Fu Lanting listened to their conversation silently without interrupting.

Jiang Zhaoyue then asked him, "Uncle, why didn't Senior Brother come with you?"

Her expression was soft and her voice had the sweetness of a girl, making it difficult to tell whether she did it on purpose or not.

After all, she knew best that Jiang Qiying and Fu Lanting were at odds with each other.

But before Fu Lanting could say anything, he heard his master beside him laugh and say, "One of these annoying things is enough. What good can come from being of the same lineage?"

Fu Lanting did not refute.

He just remained silent for a long time before answering her: "I don't want him to come to see you."

He doesn't hide his emotions.

And Lin Bozhou finally decided to give him a look.

The corners of his lips curved up into a sarcastic chuckle.

"As expected of the Qi Ling Sect Master, you know how to exert your power over your disciples. Speaking of which, your disciple is at least around the same age as our Zhao Yue."

As the saying goes, if you hate someone, you will hate his dog too. He certainly didn't like Jiang Qiying, but that didn't stop him from using Jiang Qiying to satirize Fu Lanting.

Fu Lanting knew that he was angry, but he did not refute him. He just said calmly: "I know I have let you down, but I don't regret it."

If Jiang Zhaoyue had not been present, Lin Bozhou would have slapped him to let him know the consequences of coveting the younger generation.

But since his disciple was still there, he was too lazy to do anything. He sneered and turned his gaze back to Jiang Zhaoyue, who still ignored him.

Jiang Zhaoyue smiled as she watched them talk. After they finished, she looked directly at Fu Lanting. Her tone was gentle and not abrupt, but when she opened her mouth, it was earth-shattering.

She said, "Master, I want to see your breast chain."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the two men present froze.

Fu Lanting is no longer the ignorant, cold-blooded and ruthless Master Qi Ling, but now he and Jiang Zhaoyue are no longer alone.

If the two of them were alone, let alone such a request, he would have agreed to even more excessive ones. But Lin Bozhou was here, and he was Jiang Zhaoyue's master, someone who had a close relationship with both of them.

This request became difficult to ask.

The same is true for Lin Bozhou.

Although his previous conversation with Jiang Zhaoyue had prepared him sufficiently, he was still caught off guard by such directness.

After all, in his impression, his disciple is still that simple, cute, innocent little girl.

So after she said this, the scene became silent for a moment, and the expressions of the two elders changed a little.

On the contrary, Jiang Zhaoyue was the same as before and didn't care at all.

After all, she was already used to it with her uncle, and as for her master, she didn't think there was anything she needed to hide from him.

Seeing that no one spoke, Jiang Zhaoyue waited for a while and asked again: "Is it not possible?"

Her voice was very clear in the empty little courtyard.

In an instant, only her voice and the faint chirping of insects could be heard.

Fu Lanting sat stiffly for a while, then slowly stood up. His expression was still a little stiff, but his voice had already given her an affirmative answer.

He took a deep breath and replied, "Okay."

Then he tried his best to ignore Lin Bozhou who was sitting opposite him, and with some difficulty, he stretched his fingers to the edge of his collar.

Lin Bozhou remained silent from the beginning until Fu Lanting was about to unzip his collar. He suddenly stood up, looked at him with a cold gaze, and his voice also sounded very cold.

"no."

He shouted angrily, "Do you know what you're doing? You did this before, right? I gave Terutsuki to you, and this is how you help me take care of her?"

Fu Lanting paused, pursed his lips, paused for a moment, and suddenly exerted force to open his collar.

A red gem hung from the gap in his collar, swaying in front of his chest, emitting tiny rays of light along with the golden glimmer.

When Lin Bozhou's face became more and more ugly, he said:

"You can't refuse her request, so why do you ask me to?"

What he said actually makes a lot of sense.

Lin Bozhou has doted on his disciple since he was young. It is difficult for him to refuse any request made by Jiang Zhaoyue. Fortunately, she is not a person who makes unreasonable demands.

Just like before, Jiang Zhaoyue just lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, he felt annoyed and immediately changed his words, his cruelty level was infinitely close to zero.

He himself couldn't refuse even the slightest bit, but he asked Fu Lanting to refuse Jiang Zhaoyue's request.

This in itself is unreasonable.

Lin Bozhou opened his lips slightly, perhaps because he was stuck in his tracks. After two breaths, he defended himself, "I am her master. I love her like a treasure, so naturally I cannot bear to criticize her. Are you also her master?"

Fu Lanting's eyes were slightly lowered, and with the messy clothes on his chest and the dangling thin chain, there was a strange beauty in his eyes.

His voice was much softer, but very firm.

"You love her like a treasure, how do you know I don't?"

"You fart!"

Lin Bozhou's tone became intense.

"She became my disciple at the age of twelve. I raised her from childhood, doing everything myself. We relied on each other and never separated. How long have you seen her? How long have you known her? Don't try to coax my Zhaoyue with such crooked words you only use to coax women!"

Fu Lanting still kept his eyes downcast and spoke in a calm voice.

"During the time you were in seclusion, we were together every day, whispering in each other's ears..."

Before he could finish his words, the glass of wine and the liquid inside hit Fu Lanting in the face.

But the moment before it touched his skin, he held it, and not a drop of the wine inside was spilled.

Fu Lanting put the wine glass back on the table, without continuing the previous topic, but just raised his eyes and looked at him with a sincere and calm gaze.

"I don't mean to offend you. I just want to tell you that this isn't a spur-of-the-moment thought, nor is it a sudden one. I love her, and I only wish to be together forever."

"Oh."

Lin Bozhou sneered from his nose, obviously not believing his so-called oath.

Fu Lanting stared at him for a few moments, then lowered his eyes again.

"Even if you don't believe me, it won't change my current situation. I love Zhaoyue, and Zhaoyue... likes me too."

"My Zhaoyue doesn't like you." Lin Bozhou blurted out, his eyes reddening, but he still said firmly, "At most, she just kind of likes your body. So what? There are millions of men in the world, and countless good looks. Fu Lanting, you will never be the only one."

Perhaps this sentence was too sad, Fu Lanting did not respond to him. He looked at Jiang Zhaoyue, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Jiang Zhaoyue also glanced at him, blinked, cleared her throat, and gently tugged at the corner of her master's sleeve, motioning him to sit down.

After Lin Bozhou sat down again, she smiled and said, "Whether it's about liking someone's body or their feelings, it's all about liking them. There's really no difference. They're all yours after all. Master, don't be angry with your uncle. You might get hurt by anger."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Lin Bozhou's expression softened, but this relaxation still had nothing to do with Fu Lanting.

He looked at her and sighed, "Master is not angry with you. Master is just afraid that you will be deceived by bad people."

Perhaps he was speaking to Fu Lanting, so he continued:

"A scholar's love can be overcome, not to mention that the difference in strength between you and him is hundreds, even thousands, of times greater. Master has no doubt that you will be able to reach this point in the future, but it will take a long time. True love can change in an instant. He might be willing to go through fire and water for you today, but who knows if he'll be tired of it tomorrow?"

"By then, he can still look back and be his high and mighty Master Qiling. Others will talk about it as nothing more than an anecdote and a joke, but the price you will pay will be much greater than his."

When Lin Bozhou said this, there was no bias in his emotions, nor was it because of anger at being betrayed.

He was just thinking about her purely and sincerely.

A lover and a master are always different.

It doesn't matter what she likes or what kind of life she wants to live, he just hopes that she can have a smooth life, nothing else matters.

Jiang Zhaoyue did not interrupt him, even though she had never been one to like listening to instruction and moral principles.

She listened carefully to Lin Bozhou's advice, then looked at him with a smile: "But I have a master."

It was a matter of course, natural, and without any hesitation.

Her smile was full of dependence and intimacy.

"I have a Master, so I'm not afraid of anything. Whether it's sincere or impulsive, what does it matter?"

Lin Bozhou was stunned, then he slowly exhaled, and for a moment he didn't know whether to be happy or sighing with his expression.

He was delighted with his disciple's reliance on him, which was so pure that it made him happy. But he also felt that she relied on him so much, but he was not attentive enough. He felt guilty for what had happened.

Amidst his conflicting emotions, Fu Lanting on the opposite side looked at Jiang Zhaoyue, as if seeing through every word he said.

He said, "Between us, you know very well who is fearful and who is unfaithful."

Among them, Fu Lanting is the one who is superior, the strongest and the one with unparalleled fighting ability, but in this relationship, the dominant one has always been Jiang Zhaoyue.

She was elusive, provoking others at will, speaking sweet words when in love but keeping silent when free, and she was always afraid that the person who would leave her would be him.

She had too many choices and too many likes, and her youthful nature was wavering, which made him annoyed, but he could only be trapped in prison.

Lin Bozhou's worries never existed, because he was the one who was distressed and deeply trapped, while she was the one who could easily extricate herself.

Jiang Zhaoyue responded to his gaze, but was blocked by Lin Bozhou in just a moment.

He placed his palm in front of his disciple's eyes, blocking their line of sight, and then said in a slightly cold tone: "Don't threaten Zhaoyue. If you have anything to say, tell me."

Only then did Fu Lanting look at him.

But he didn't speak.

He just put his palms on his clothes again.

Cut open the collar and go all the way to the waist.

With a click, the jade buckle at his waist undid, and his wide sleeves fell down layer by layer, gathered at his arms, revealing his fair chest and the ornaments that shimmered with tiny glitter. The swaying gold chains swayed, casting a dazzling light on his snow-white skin and the ravines of his skin.

Jiang Zhaoyue leaned his head to the side, his eyes moved out from under his master's palm, and fixed on him again.

Or rather, it froze on his chest again.

Her eyes lit up slightly, and although she didn't say anything, her look said it all.

Lin Bozhou was stunned by Fu Lanting's behavior at first, and then his face turned red as if it was on fire. It was not because he was shy or anything, but mainly because he was very anxious, even though the person who was bare-chested and showing breasts was not him.

If someone engaged in such seductive behavior in front of others in the past, he would never have heard of it, let alone seen it with his own eyes, or if it was done by someone he knew well, as it would have polluted his ears.

But now, Fu Lanting did this carelessly, even in front of him.

His beloved disciple's eyes widened in an instant, and it was obvious that he enjoyed it very much.

Whenever Lin Bozhou thought of how Fu Lanting had used this method to seduce his disciples in the past, a nameless anger would suddenly ignite in his heart. His face trembled and looked very ugly. It took him a long time to squeeze out a few words.

"You...are so shameless."

Perhaps it was because the thing had already happened and people who shouldn't know about it already knew about it, so Fu Lanting felt more calm than before.

Even in the face of Lin Bozhou's insults, he just stood opposite them with a calm expression, the wide sleeves of his arms moving in the wind. There was no shy expression on his face, but instead a very light smile.

He looked at Jiang Zhaoyue, met her bright eyes, and a hint of smile appeared in his voice.

As if bewitching, "Xiaobao, you still like me very much, right?"

"Shut up!"

Lin Bozhou's fingertips almost poked his nose.

He didn't even dare to fix his gaze on Fu Lanting's chest, as his eyes felt burning.

Suppressing his anger, he breathed heavily and turned around again to cover Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes.

This time it was covered very tightly.

Lin Bozhou's voice sounded in her ears, with a hint of seriousness.

"Be good, little treasure, we don't look at dirty things."

Jiang Zhaoyue blinked in his palm, her eyelashes brushing against his palm. Her voice was innocent and simple: "But Uncle Shi is handsome."

"He is not your uncle!"

Lin Bozhou cursed in hatred, "Shameless filthy bastard, I really thought he was wronged before, but now it seems that he was the one who led you astray. My little treasure is simple-minded and doesn't know the treacherous nature of human nature. Master is also at fault for choosing the wrong friends and letting you see such filth."

He covered Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes and said to Fu Lanting, "Hurry up and put on that skin of yours. It's really blinding!"

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