Chapter 68 Master, I love him. My senior brother and I have already been intimate many times...
How to deal with teachers after making a mistake is a perennial issue for students of every generation.
If the cultivation world had the internet, Fu Ming would definitely post a request for help.
—Help! I accidentally slept with my junior brother. I need to see my master soon. I'm waiting online, it's urgent.
Unfortunately, there are no such books, blogs, or forums here.
Fu Ming had no choice but to settle for second best; if he couldn't solve the problem, he would directly deal with the person involved.
"Xiao Huaiyuan, you better watch your mouth and don't say anything you shouldn't, understand?"
Fu Ming gestured to Xiao Huaiyuan as if he were zipping up a zipper.
Xiao Huaiyuan listened obediently. Although he didn't quite understand why Fu Ming had pinched two fingers and made a swipe across his lips, he would always follow Fu Ming's wishes outside of those situations.
He simply nodded and then asked, "Senior brother, when shall we form a Daoist partnership?"
Fu Ming's heart skipped a beat.
He racked his brains and realized there really was such a thing. How could he have been so easily swayed as to agree to the contract so readily? Now, he could only resort to stalling tactics.
"Let's wait until Master goes back into seclusion before we talk about it."
While tidying his clothes, Fu Ming changed the subject, pulling his collar up as high as possible to avoid revealing any suspicious signs.
"Why is Senior Brother so wary of Master?" Seeing him frantically tugging at his clothes, Xiao Huaiyuan helped him smooth them out, hiding the bruises and kiss marks back in the shadows, which Xiao Huaiyuan found somewhat regrettable.
“Well…” Fu Ming pondered.
Potatoes grow in the mud, while birds perch on branches. Given their different growing environments, it's understandable that his junior brother wouldn't understand his childhood trauma.
When Fu Ming took Xiao Huaiyuan as his second disciple, the Calabash Taoist had already relinquished his responsibilities. In reality, Fu Ming was Xiao Huaiyuan's half-master. Therefore, Xiao Huaiyuan had never experienced the wrath of the Calabash Taoist, this extremely grumpy old man.
He winked and then said in suspense, "You'll understand in a moment."
Boom! Dark clouds rolled in, and a muffled thunderclap exploded on this remote mountain peak. A few drops of rain pattered on the withered leaves and branches, but soon stopped.
A once-in-a-millennium drought has struck, and even Kunlun Mountain, the sacred mountain where the number one sect in the world resides, has not been spared. No wonder the Calabash Taoist, who was in seclusion, is eager to emerge from the mountain.
It was only later that they realized that the killing formation set up by Yun with the lives of eight thousand people was not intended to eliminate the famous cultivators, but to sever the dragon vein and change the feng shui.
Now that mountains have collapsed and rivers have broken, people are filled with fear and panic. The energy that gathers and conceals the wind has been disrupted, and the already dwindling spiritual energy has become even thinner, seemingly confirming the end times that the evil spirits have described.
Looking up at the sky, the palace phantom remained there, unmoved, making Fu Ming feel a little uneasy.
Of course, he was in a bad mood for another reason.
"Fu Ming—!!!" A powerful roar came from the other side of the mountain, louder than the thunder just now.
Having anticipated this situation, Fu Ming covered his ears with his hands.
Xiao Huaiyuan, who had no experience, felt a stinging pain in his eardrum.
Suddenly, a small old man with a huge gourd hanging from his waist appeared, his two snow-white eyebrows standing on end, and he was about to attack with his rusty sword.
Fu Ming skillfully circled the mountain and ran away. Anyway, he was also in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, so it was uncertain who would win or lose if they really fought.
While maintaining a respectful distance, he turned and replied, "Master, don't shout so loudly! If the entire Tianyan Sect knows that your Demon Lord disciple has returned, you'll lose face!"
Yes, when Fu Ming was first taken in by the Calabash Daoist and brought back to the Tianyan Sect, things were just as chaotic.
From that time on, he developed excellent escape skills, laying a solid foundation for his many life-or-death escapes later on.
At the same time, Xiao Huaiyuan was also doing his best to cooperate with him, always appearing at just the right time on the path that the Calabash Taoist was bound to take, disrupting the Calabash Taoist's pursuit plan.
After the King of Qin walked around the pillar more than ten times, Fu Ming finally stopped and said with a grin, "Master, are you calm now?"
The gourd-headed Taoist priest glared and cursed, "Traitorous disciple!"
He didn't stab him with his sword even at such close range, so he doesn't seem really angry.
Xiao Huaiyuan arrived a little late and didn't know that Fu Ming was a complete troublemaker during his first ten years at Tianyan Sect. Openly skipping classes and talking back to teachers was considered mild; even worse, he led a group of close disciples to trespass into forbidden areas.
Then he knelt on the sect leader's peak for a whole month.
He still remembered every word the Calabash Taoist had said to him: "Fu Ming, you are exceptionally talented and free-spirited, so you must accumulate virtue and do good deeds. If you commit a grave mistake one day, I will not be able to protect you."
This old man was quite strange. Knowing that he was a cursed loner who had brought death to his entire family, he still took him in as a disciple. According to the sect rules, he should have been punished with five hundred lashes for trespassing, but he was only made to kneel inside the peak and was not sent to the Punishment Peak to be beaten.
A grumpy, biased old man.
Fu Ming replied solemnly, "Falling into demonhood was not my will. I was forced into it at the time. If I said that I didn't kill the people of Rihua Palace, would you believe me, Master?"
“This matter has nothing to do with Senior Brother; there is another mastermind behind it.” Xiao Huaiyuan stood behind Fu Ming at some point, seemingly quite self-assured as a husband following his lead.
The Calabash Taoist had been in seclusion for a long time, and his impression of his second disciple was still from a hundred years ago.
"You, Xiao Huaiyuan, don't interrupt. Everyone knows you're always following Fu Ming around, calling him 'senior brother' all the time. Do you even have any respect for me as your master?"
Indeed, whenever Fu Ming and the Calabash Taoist got into a heated argument, Xiao Huaiyuan would always speak in favor of Fu Ming, making it seem as if he, the dignified Calabash Taoist, was busy bullying a junior!
What's even more infuriating is that Xiao Huaiyuan's words always make a lot of sense.
He recounted his previous experience at Boyun Village: "When I was trapped in the killing formation set up by the cultivator surnamed Yun, I found the Sunflower Palace's magic weapon, the Blazing Sun Hairpin, in the cage. In the Ghost Market controlled by him, the Sunflower Palace's Heaven-Rank cultivation technique, the Phoenix Heaven Technique, was also being auctioned off. With so many coincidences, it's no accident."
Well said, junior brother.
Fu Ming was deeply moved and decided to put aside the grudge of being hunted for nearly a hundred years and quietly went to hold Xiao Huaiyuan's hand.
However, once you grab it, you can't pull it off.
“I never said your senior brother slaughtered the Sunflower Palace. He may be mischievous, but my disciple would never be such a heartless person.”
As they were talking, the Calabash Taoist suddenly drew his old, rusty green sword and slammed it down on Fu Ming's head.
"What angers me is that he knew he was being framed, yet he still insisted on running away. Will you die if you go back to the Heavenly Evolution Sect? Fu Ming, don't hide behind your junior brother!"
A blur of motion and streaks of light darted among the withered trees; if Fu Ming's agility was second to none in the world, no one would dare claim to be first. Even so, he was nearly overtaken by the enraged Calabash Daoist, a truly perilous moment.
What kind of talk is that? He's already become a demonic cultivator, does he want to go back to the Heavenly Evolution Sect to be beaten up? He's not a masochist.
Fu Ming's triumphant voice echoed in the wind: "Xiao Huaiyuan, think of another way!"
Xiao Huaiyuan indeed lived up to his mission.
He gathered his energy in his dantian and said in a deep voice that could be heard throughout the entire mountain: "Master, I have something to say to you."
"I have long admired my senior brother."
These words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, startling the gourd-wielding Taoist so much that he lost his footing.
"I wish to become Daoist partners with my senior brother."
The Calabash Taoist stumbled and fell, a rare occurrence for him.
"My senior brother and I have already enjoyed the pleasures of love many times. Even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. I hope that Master will grant my request."
The whole world fell silent in an instant; there were no cicadas chirping, no birds singing, and no human voices.
The world of a thousand-year-old man is collapsing.
Ethics, morality, kinship—those seemingly impregnable fortresses were all shattered into dust. He never imagined that someone like him, who had never done anything evil in his life, would face such a calamity in his old age.
How did he raise such a pair of rebellious disciples who only prey on those close to them?
The gourd-wielding Taoist shakily untied the gourd, waved it above his palm, poured out a few dark brown pills, and tilted his head back to swallow them.
Watching such an exciting show, the system couldn't help but start chewing on popcorn again: "Crunch crunch, host, host, what is your master eating?"
Fu Ming said calmly, "Perhaps it's a quick-acting heart medicine."
The Calabash Taoist received this title because his gourd could produce all sorts of things. Following this naming logic, what titles could he and Xiao Huaiyuan be given?
Fu Ming's thoughts wandered freely, unafraid of being ambushed by the Calabash Taoist, because he knew that his master's anger had been diverted.
"Xiao Huaiyuan, when did you begin to harbor ill intentions towards your senior brother?"
Faced with this deep and meticulous disciple, the Calabash Taoist usually didn't know what to say to him.
Unlike Fu Ming, Xiao Huaiyuan was diligent in cultivation, hardworking in his studies, and impeccable in his dealings with others, never causing Fu Ming any trouble.
Xiao Huaiyuan remained neither humble nor arrogant: "It has been like this for a long time."
The Calabash Taoist: "Is there really no way to turn things around?"
Xiao Huaiyuan: "Yes."
As if to prove his determination, Xiao Huaiyuan pulled Fu Ming, who was slacking off and secretly enjoying himself, over and immediately kissed him.
Fu Ming's narrow, almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened. He hadn't expected Xiao Huaiyuan, who had just broken the ice, to be so...reckless.
That wasn't all. Xiao Huaiyuan then reached out and ripped open the collar that he had painstakingly straightened, revealing the conspicuous spots on it.
“My senior brother was with me last night, how can I not take responsibility for him?”
Fu Ming covered his eyes with one hand, pretending to be an ostrich.
The Calabash Taoist pulled the ostrich out of the mud: "Fu Ming, tell me honestly, were you tricked by him, or do you really want to marry Xiao Huaiyuan?"
"I... well, sigh, I did agree to him, Master, please don't make things difficult for us." A muffled voice came from between his fingers. Fu Ming was now covering his face with his hands to avoid having his overheated and reddened skin discovered.
As his junior brother's skills became more and more refined, Fu Ming admitted that he still enjoyed it.
Becoming Daoist partners doesn't seem so bad, does it?
finally.
The gourd-wielding Taoist sighed, giving up the argument. He stood with his hands behind his back, facing the setting sun, looking old and lonely.
"Fine, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, do whatever you want."
In order to protect the fragile worldview of the Calabash Taoist, Fu Ming decided to never tell him about how he created an incarnation to become Xiao Huaiyuan's disciple, confessed his feelings midway, and was then imprisoned.
He finally managed to clear his mind of that pile of colored waste and asked the Calabash Taoist, "I've wanted to ask this for a long time, Master, why did you call us here in such a hurry?"
The gourd-shaped Taoist changed his tone: "I almost forgot, Fu Ming, you and Xiao Huaiyuan cannot hold the marriage ceremony yet."
...When did he say that the covenant ceremony was about to be held? His train of thought is too jumpy, Master!
The gourd-shaped Taoist priest, who was gazing at the phantom of the divine palace, seemed unsurprised by this sudden, enormous object. He continued, "..."
"I am going to take you to the forbidden area of the Tianyan Sect. This matter is of great importance, concerning the survival of the Three Realms. Let's go now."
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