"My master just instructed me that cultivating the Tao is cultivating the mind, and one must follow one's heart. If you are tired, why not sit down?"
Tu Longjian greeted his master warmly.
Seeing the woman's sincere eyes, Yan Xiuzhu had no choice but to sit on the crane as well.
Tu Longjian's words were true; the crane's back was extremely broad, and the two people maintained a proper distance, so even if another person sat on it, it would not be a problem.
"So there was room for one more person. If I had known that, I would have asked my senior brother to come along."
Tu Longjian smiled slightly, his ink-black hair swaying gently in the wind.
Yan Xiuzhu's gentle gaze unconsciously followed the playful strands of hair. Suddenly snapping out of her daze, she moved back a few inches, almost sitting on the tail feathers.
He still had a smile on his face and said softly to Tu Longjian, "What A-Jian said makes sense."
"Master, why are you sitting so far away?" Tu Longjian asked, somewhat puzzled.
Suddenly, she thought of something, and her face turned pale.
Ah Jian?!
"Master, you... already know my real name?"
Yan Xiuzhu nodded and said softly, "I know."
"Don't be afraid. I practice the art of silence, and I have an inseparable connection with destiny."
“Since you are destined to be my disciple, I naturally know your real name.”
"Moreover, the disciple's eternal lamp must be engraved with his or her real name in order to be effective."
He was referring to an ever-burning lamp lit by a disciple who had poured a drop of his heart's blood into it; the lamp burned while the disciple died, and the lamp went out when the disciple died.
After all, some secret realms can be visited for decades, and many major sects use this to find out if their disciples who have gone out are still alive.
"But don't worry, I will cover for you. In public, you will still use the pseudonym Chunhyang."
A dark glint flashed in Tu Longjian's eyes, and his voice was deep: "Thank you, Master."
So that's how it is. The master before her is incredibly powerful, and she dares not act rashly, wondering how much inside information he knows.
She tentatively asked, "Then does Master also know what I'm doing?"
She was referring to herself as plundering the luck of others, an act that defied the heavens and should, in principle, be condemned by righteous people.
She didn't understand why this man would help her. They had only met by chance and had just become master and apprentice, but before that, he had helped her many times. What was his purpose?
Yan Xiuzhu sighed softly and looked at her tenderly: "You've fallen into a spell again."
"Being meticulous in the cultivation world is a good thing, but being overly cautious of others and having too much defensiveness is also a problem."
"Excessive wisdom can be dangerous and lead to mental instability. If this continues, you may develop inner demons in the future. You need to be careful."
"If I hadn't been so guarded, I might not have survived this long. Master, you are exceptionally talented, but have you ever experienced what it's like to be so unlucky that even drinking water can cause you to choke?"
Tu Longjian gave a mocking smile and made a sarcastic remark.
Seeing Tu Longjian's somewhat arrogant expression, Yan Xiuzhu was not angered by her sharp words.
He reached out his large hand to gently stroke Tu Longjian's head, but she instinctively dodged it.
The fingers, like green bamboo, awkwardly hovered in the air.
The two sat silently on the back of the white crane, facing each other without saying a word, their posture suggesting a standoff.
The white crane soared forward at breakneck speed. The wind and waves whipped up the two people's wide robes, and they briefly met in mid-air.
The magnificent scenery rushed past behind them, and the compassionate expression on the man in blue's jade-like face became increasingly clear and profound in Tu Longjian's eyes, as if it contained an indescribable and inexhaustible meaning.
Tu Longjian couldn't understand it.
But then the man's light whisper exploded in her ears like fireworks.
Yan Xiuzhu blinked and pointed to the pale green bamboo flute in her hand, saying:
"You have my weakness, can you trust me now?"
"At least, trust me."
A thin green mist appeared in his deep eyes, and Tu Longjian almost drowned in it.
She was stunned and speechless, clutching the bamboo flute for a long time before finally asking, "Really?"
"But why?"
Yan Xiuzhu smiled faintly, sat upright and slowly replied, "I know that what you are doing is against the will of Heaven, but I am a person who follows destiny."
"The Book of Fate says so, and I follow the path of destiny, offering up my weakness."
Tu Longjian was still somewhat skeptical. How could someone entrust their life to another person upon first meeting? It was simply too unbelievable.
Seeing the doubt in Tu Longjian's eyes, Yan Xiuzhu smiled helplessly and quickly drew a series of strokes in the air with his fingers.
A pale, ethereal aura appeared in mid-air, trailing out delicate brushstrokes as his fingertips moved across the paper.
Several pale green characters in the slender gold style appeared in the air, extremely beautiful. He waved his hand and sent the characters toward the bamboo flute.
Caught off guard, Tu Longjian was unable to stop his master, who possessed profound cultivation.
The bamboo flute emitted a mournful cry, trembling slightly in her palm.
At the same time, Yan Xiuzhu's figure also trembled, and he clutched his chest in pain.
Her pale fingers gripped the light blue collar tightly, leaving small dents on her chest from the pressure.
Tu Longjian asked Xiaoyi in his mind and learned that the bamboo flute was indeed connected to his master's life. She fell silent.
The bamboo flute is engraved with three characters: [Tu Longjian].
Yan Xiuzhu recovered and smiled as gently as a spring breeze.
"Do you believe me now? Carve your real name on it, and the bamboo flute will truly belong to you."
"If one day you reach a point where you cannot overcome any obstacle, you may summon me with this flute."
"I will solve it for you, or I will stay with you."
--die
Tu Longjian opened his mouth as if to speak, but the syllables broke several times as they surged in his throat.
She firmly placed the bamboo flute into Yan Xiuzhu's hand and said gently but resolutely, "I believe you, but I can't do this."
“My master has helped me a lot. Although I cannot digest such an amazing move, I cannot accept it.”
Trust takes time to build. Just moments ago they were strangers, and now they're entrusting their lives to each other. Tu Longjian doesn't like this feeling.
Fate's gifts often come with a hidden price tag. Who can know whether the gentle master in front of you is a wolf in sheep's clothing?
“But this is what the Book of Fate says…” Yan Xiuzhu tried to push the bamboo flute back, but was interrupted by Tu Longjian.
“I don’t believe in fate. Since you know what I’m doing, you should know it too.”
"I am determined to rival the heavens!"
“If I don’t accept it, then the so-called Book of Fate will be altered because of my actions.”
Tu Longjian's eyes shone with a resolute light, and the clouds in the sky gently drifted past her, making her appear like an immortal.
Sure enough, there were signs of divinity. Yan Xiuzhu's pupils trembled, and he thought to himself.
He put away the bamboo flute, cast several extremely complex magic arrays on it, and handed it over again.
Seeing Tu Longjian's puzzled look, he smiled and explained:
"I have already placed a seal on it. This flute will no longer endanger my life. Instead, it contains three of my attacks, which can help you in times of crisis. It can also be used to summon me."
"I saw that you possessed a jade flute, so I specially conjured this flute as a gift for your apprenticeship. Do not disappoint your master."
Tu Longjian could no longer refuse. After Xiaoyi checked and found no problems, he breathed a sigh of relief and accepted the money.
"This disciple thanks Master."
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