Chapter 67: The person I can’t live without is always him...

"right."

Lin Bozhou smiled happily at Jiang Zhaoyue's clear and pleasant voice.

He glanced at Fu Lanting deliberately, then glanced at his wide-open chest with some contempt, the meaning was self-evident.

Fu Lanting still didn't argue with him. He just supported Jiang Zhaoyue's shoulder. He smiled, his tone calm, and the end of his voice rose slightly, tinged with a subtle ambiguity: "Xiaobao, your master will accompany you tonight, so let your uncle accompany you during the day, okay?"

"you--"

Lin Bozhou's eyes widened a little.

One is the glare, and the other is the refreshed cognition.

Fu Lanting actually said such words right in front of him.

This is really shameless, right?

"I'm doing this for Xiaobao's own good."

Fu Lanting raised his eyes slightly, looking at him without any scruples: "Don't you dote on Xiaobao the most? If that's the case, can't you even agree to such a small request?"

"You fart!"

Lin Bozhou finally couldn't help but curse.

He only hated his own bad words.

"Fu Lanting, you've been possessed, right? How dare you say such shameless words?"

Fu Lanting lowered his eyes, but his words remained calm: "We are all family, why bother?"

"Who is your family?"

Lin Bozhou was filled with anger and couldn't suppress it for a long time.

He forced himself to calm down and looked at Fu Lanting's calm face, as if he saw a premeditated meaning in the other's face.

Obviously, the former good brother didn't just want to stay with his beloved apprentice.

He even wanted to take his place little by little.

He wanted to be the most important and favorite person to Terutsuki.

The unparalleled fighting power of Master Qi Ling is not cunning, but he just didn't need to use his cunning in the past.

Lin Bozhou figured it all out in an instant, and his eyes turned cold.

He stopped arguing with Fu Lanting, calmed down, and suddenly smiled.

"Okay, you're right. We're all family, so there's no need to argue. I'm naturally not the incomparable Qi Ling Master to advise you. How about letting your disciples from the same lineage talk to you?"

As Lin Bozhou spoke, his spiritual energy was attracted, and his voice was transmitted to the other side bedroom along with the spiritual energy.

"Jiang Qiying, come here."

Fu Lanting's eyes deepened slightly.

Lin Bozhou didn't look at him. He simply embraced his disciple, lifted her up, and placed her on a stool to the side. Then he squatted beside her and said with a smile, "Zhaoyue, Master is now teaching you that everything must be balanced. You can't favor one over the other. This is the way to control people. Also, don't interfere in other people's disputes. Just watch from the sidelines."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Then came a familiar, somewhat cold voice: "Can I come in?"

Without Jiang Zhaoyue saying anything, Lin Bozhou said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open.

Jiang Qiying stepped in and glanced at the wall with a large hole in it. He was not surprised at all and saluted respectfully: "Master."

Then he saluted his master: "Master."

A hint of deep meaning flashed across Lin Bozhou's eyes, and he rarely smiled at Jiang Qiying.

"Have a good chat with your Master."

This practice of driving away wolves and devouring tigers is almost obvious.

However, Lin Bozhou knew that this young man could not refuse.

He is different from Fu Lanting.

Fu Lanting wanted to replace him, but Jiang Qiying couldn't.

Sure enough, Jiang Qiying did not show any disrespect. He glanced at his master with his eyes very calm, but he did not speak to his master. He just looked at Jiang Zhaoyue.

A trace of hurt appeared on the face that was as cold as a flower on the mountain top.

The tone was not a question, but more like a sad and painful one.

"Junior sister...why don't you come look for me?"

There is no hysteria, no anger, only the pain of struggling in the gloom.

He was like a prisoner fish, trapped in a dry pond, watching the sun burn him but unable to even pray.

Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes wavered slightly.

The system is very clear at first glance.

She liked Jiang Qiying's fragility and gloom, just as she liked Fu Lanting's broad mind.

That's a preference that comes from the heart.

No matter if it was genuine sadness or deliberate seduction, he was ultimately putting a lot of thought into her.

It is generally difficult for the host to reject this instinctive preference.

And in fact, it is almost the same as it thinks.

Jiang Zhaoyue indeed revealed a look of heartache, and said apologetically: "Senior Brother..."

Jiang Qiying lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, the silence sounding louder than words.

Lin Bozhou next to him frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Although he was the one who called Jiang Qiying over, he was only somewhat displeased with her because of Fu Lanting's involvement and the fact that Jiang Zhaoyue had pursued him. In fact, this was the first time he had seen the methods of this disciple of Fu Lanting.

This kind of behavior is not much better than that shameless thing.

Before he could speak, Fu Lanting, who was watching quietly beside him, asked first: "Have you performed enough?"

He looked at his disciples, then glanced at Lin Bozhou who was frowning slightly, and there was even a smile on the corner of his lips.

"Lin Bozhou, have you ever heard of the phrase 'letting a wolf into the house'?"

Lin Bozhou's eyebrows were still furrowed, and he actually felt a little regretful, but he didn't show it on his face. He just said coldly, "That's better than you. Why don't you just take it off? It's no wonder that your disciples followed suit when you were so shameless as to seduce the younger generation."

"Whatever you say."

Fu Lanting lowered his eyes to look at the tiny golden light on his chest, and there wasn't even a hint of anger in his tone.

"If this is what you want to see, I have no objection. You are my disciple after all. You are right. We are of the same lineage."

"you--"

Lin Bozhou was indeed not good at speaking, at least when it came to verbal attacks, he was no match for Fu Lanting.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhaoyue still felt sorry for her master. She widened her eyes slightly, and said in a coquettish tone, "Uncle Master, please don't bully Master."

Fu Lanting then looked up at her, the smile on the corner of his lips showing a touch of genuine warmth. He nodded lovingly, "Okay, I won't bully him."

Jiang Zhaoyue looked at his master again and said in a well-behaved tone: "Master, please stop arguing with Master Uncle. Master Uncle has a strong tongue."

Lin Bozhou felt a little upset, but looking at her well-behaved face, he suppressed his anger and said in a gentle voice, "Okay, for Xiaobao's sake, I won't argue with him."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Fu Lanting seemed to glance at a certain part of Jiang Zhaoyue's face, and replied in an ambiguous tone: "Well, my mouth is very powerful, Xiaobao, do you like it?"

"?"

Even though Lin Bozhou didn't understand the meaning behind this sentence, he noticed the strangeness in the tone, and it was easy for him to associate it with certain aspects.

Is this teasing his disciple in front of him?

Did Fu Lanting treat him as a dead man?

Seeing that her master was about to explode, Jiang Zhaoyue quickly held him down and looked at Fu Lanting with some warning. She pursed her lips slightly and said, "Uncle Master, please restrain yourself."

But there was no blame in his words.

It was a reminder for him not to go too far in front of Lin Bozhou.

Fu Lanting nodded obediently, and whether it was intentional or not, he glanced at Lin Bozhou before saying, "Okay, I won't bully your master."

"Fu, are you looking for death?"

The long sword in Lin Bozhou's hand suddenly appeared. Even Jiang Zhaoyue couldn't stop him, so he stabbed him with the sword.

The sword energy was sharp but silent.

Fu Lanting did not fight back, but just kept backing away.

Lin Bozhou almost cut off his head with a sword.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhaoyue grabbed his master in time.

"Alright, alright, Master, don't be angry anymore. Uncle Master is mean, we will ignore him."

Lin Bozhou then stopped his movements, his chest still heaving violently, and it was obvious that he was still angry.

He looked a little aggrieved, and his eyes were red.

"Xiaobao, let him go."

"Okay, okay."

Jiang Zhaoyue had a rare headache and finally realized the disadvantages of being reluctant to blame others when there were too many people around.

Hugging her master, she soothed him gently, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, Master, don't be angry anymore."

Lin Bozhou felt a little better.

Without even looking at anyone else, he hugged his disciple, and his red eyes finally became a little moist.

Lin Bozhou's tone became low, with an indescribable sadness in his voice.

His voice revealed a hint of weakness and emotion.

"Xiaobao, you have really grown up."

It's no longer the time when we were best friends in the world.

She has someone she likes and prefers.

She still loved him, but he was no longer her only one.

Jiang Zhaoyue, perhaps sensing his emotions, gently stroked his back. Her tone was as gentle as ever: "Everyone grows up, Master."

"But when you grow up, your master will no longer be the most important or favorite person to you."

He had clearly confirmed this with her before, but at this moment, Lin Bozhou said this again.

He finally noticed something was different.

Those awkward, sudden sensitive emotions, the ones he learned in surprise about her liking him, and the others who flocked to her because of her liking him.

All these indicate that the past has finally been lost in the past.

Although it seems unchanged, it has actually changed as she grew up day by day.

The long sword in Lin Bozhou's hand disappeared, and he hugged his disciple tightly.

"I really can't bear to let you go, Xiaobao. I really hope you grow up more slowly."

At this moment, what rose in his heart was a simple, paternal and maternal melancholy and sadness.

And in his arms was his child who was about to sail away.

All the reluctance and sighs that he occasionally thought of during this period, and the persistence he had used to convince himself through the sighs, all slowly melted away at this moment.

There had never been another moment so clear in his mind.

She no longer belonged only to him.

Just like a baby bird no longer belongs only in the nest, she is going to the sky.

The tight hug lasted for a long time. Jiang Zhaoyue did not push him away, and Fu Lanting and Jiang Qiying did not interrupt them. They just looked at them with calm and deep eyes.

Finally, Jiang Zhaoyue's gentle voice sounded.

"Master, I will never leave you."

Lin Bozhou could not see her eyes, but could only hear her voice, which was as free and sweet as a lark.

"We made a promise to be together forever, so Master, don't worry. No matter where I go, I will always come back here, to you, because I am your disciple, and you are my Master. That will never change."

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, still holding her tightly, and did not speak.

It wasn't until today, until this moment, until those complicated emotions and anger surged into his heart, that he understood it with incredible clarity.

All along, it was not Jiang Zhaoyue who needed his care, but he who needed her.

The person I can’t live without has always been him.