They couldn't get anything out of him, but they were certain that their master was hiding something from them.
It wasn't that she harbored any ill will towards her; she only saw the coldness that flashed beneath her master's gentle eyes for a fleeting moment, and that was his true heart.
That's the normal attitude when facing a stranger.
Tu Long breathed a sigh of relief.
The beautiful master finally doesn't seem like a yandere pervert anymore. Looking at those strange, doting attitudes before, she thought the other party had some ulterior motive.
As night fell, the beautiful master Yan Xiuzhu took his leave, leaving her alone in the exquisite cave.
It must be said that every detail is ingenious, and the person who designed the cave must have used a great deal of patience.
Thinking of this, Tu Longjian's gaze softened slightly.
Although he was keeping something from her, his cheap master was extremely capable and made people feel like they were basking in a spring breeze.
In particular, she is not only pleasing to the eye, but also has a great figure.
Ahem, I've digressed. Today was quite eventful, so I should get some rest.
Tu Longjian fell asleep peacefully without realizing it, and he could still smell a faint scent of bamboo.
The night was slightly cool, and the man in the blue robe stood silently for a long time before the cave's protective barrier, which was covered in ripples.
Looking at the two figures standing together in the memory bead in his hand, the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up slightly.
Touching his pounding heart, Yan Xiuzhu lowered his head and sighed.
Can he really do it?
The bonds of fate were far stronger than he had imagined. Despite having only met a few times, Tu Longjian had already left an indelible mark on his heart.
Well, if we see it less often in the future, it will naturally be suppressed.
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The next day, Tu Longjian woke up naturally and stretched.
She hadn't had such a peaceful sleep in a long time.
In fact, Foundation Establishment cultivators no longer need sleep, but for some reason she felt extremely at ease in this cave and fell asleep in a short while.
Her master told her yesterday to rest well today and go see him again tomorrow.
However, Tu Longjian couldn't stand the loneliness and planned to take a few turns around Xufeng to familiarize himself with the environment before returning to the courtyard to pack his belongings.
I also need to meet with Long Aotian and Gan Xiuming, just in case something unexpected happens.
Yesterday, his affection for me increased dramatically, and now is the perfect time to solidify our relationship.
Tu Longjian rummaged through the piles of materials scattered on the warehouse floor and finally found a withered and shriveled herb.
"This must be the lowest grade of herbs here. It would be perfect to give it to Gan Xiuming."
Passing by the armory, she dug out a rusty machete from a corner, examined the blade closely, and was extremely satisfied.
"This knife is called the Tetanus Blade. Tell Gan Xiuming to be careful when he uses it."
Carrying two gifts, Tu Longjian stepped outside and strolled leisurely along the forest path.
When she arrived at the stream, she saw a whetstone and suddenly felt that the tetanus blade was too conspicuous, so she decided to sharpen it.
So Tu Longjian walked to the whetstone by the stream and began sharpening the blade, stroke by stroke.
Having worn it down enough, she stood up and swung it at the stone beside her, wanting to test the current effect of this magical artifact.
But as soon as the blade was swung out, it was met with a burst of energy, and the tetanus blade was deflected, smashing into the whetstone and shattering into dust.
Tu Longjian's wrist was twisted by the force of the tetanus blade flying out, and several red marks appeared on his fair skin.
She clutched her wrist, her brows furrowed as she looked down.
...It turns out that the silent, gray figure wasn't a stone, but a person!
Strangely enough, a person stood there silently, blending into the scenery like a stone.
Tu Longjian became wary and was ready to draw his weapon at any moment.
The stone statue suddenly opened its eyes, a sharp sword light flashed, and the blade was placed across Tu Longjian's neck.
"Who are you?" The gray-clad man frowned, his sculpted, handsome face filled with coldness.
He pursed his thin lips, his eyes as indifferent as a deep pool, as if Tu Longjian would be beheaded the next second if he couldn't answer.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, then was broken by a soft laugh.
Tu Longjian remembered that her master had mentioned the sword-obsessed eldest disciple, and she understood.
Only a few direct disciples of Xufeng live here. It is a remote place with few visitors.
This gray-clad man possesses unfathomable strength and an air of eccentricity, seemingly rarely interacting with others; he is likely the sword-obsessed senior brother.
Her expression was calm, showing no fear of the life-threatening blade beneath her neck, and she gave a faint smile.
"Greetings, Senior Brother. I'm the new Junior Sister."
The broadsword was retrieved by its owner, and Song Liqing's expression softened somewhat. "So it was you."
"I am Song Liqing, a sword cultivator."
Song Liqing was quietly comprehending the sword intent by the stream when he was attacked by Tu Longjian's tetanus blade, which is why he turned his sword on the attacker.
Although he rarely appears in front of the world, his master went to the place where he often practices swordsmanship a few days ago and said a few words.
What? He's about to have a junior sister named Tu Longjian, but her stage name is Chunxiang. He can't reveal her real name, so he should take good care of her.
Although he doesn't pay much attention to people, he still listens to his master's words.
So Song Liqing stared intently at the new junior sister, intending to memorize her appearance.
He saw his junior sister dressed in a light white moon-colored disciple's robe, her eyes looking at him with a gentle gaze, allowing him to scrutinize her with composure.
For some reason, he felt something was off. He shook off his chaotic thoughts, and his eyes became clear again.
He paused, startled, when he touched the shocking red marks on his junior sister's fair wrist.
It seems I accidentally hurt my junior sister.
Song Liqing pursed her thin lips, took out a bottle of creamy medicine and gave it to Tu Longjian, speaking coldly.
"Apply the skin-regenerating serum to your wrist."
Tu Longjian smiled and thanked him, then picked up a small piece of the skin-regenerating liquid with his slender white fingertips and gently applied it to his wrist.
Song Liqing held his sword and watched silently from the side, his indifferent gaze falling on the jade-white mark on the woman's back.
Feeling a burning gaze upon him, Tu Longjian turned his head in confusion.
"Junior Sister, you're injured on your back too," Song Liqing said stiffly, her face still cold and her voice devoid of warmth.
He deflected and shattered the rusty magic weapon, sending shards flying that tore the junior sister's clothes on the back, leaving a red mark.
Looking at his junior sister's beautiful face, he belatedly realized that he had been staring at her tattered clothes for a long time.
He remained expressionless, but a pang of guilt rose in his heart. Had he been too cold-hearted?
Tu Longjian gave an "oh," not taking it seriously; it was just a small wound. He just needed to go back and change his clothes before going out again.
"I have other matters to attend to. I'll visit you another day, Senior Brother." Tu Longjian prepared to take his leave.
Song Liqing gripped the hilt of his sword, his tall figure blocking Tu Longjian's path, his cold voice carrying an unyielding air:
"Junior sister, you should deal with this."
He didn't want to see his junior sister get any injuries while he was taking care of her.
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