"Sui Han? Why are you here?" Shen Qingmang asked in surprise.
Gu Suihan didn't answer but asked, "Master, have you gone to see Master Jinyan?"
It took Shen Qingmang a while to realize that the person he was talking about was Shi Mingli. "Well, you know this too?"
Could it be that the eldest disciple can also deduce?
"Master went to the library half an hour ago, and I am here with you too."
His voice was certainly gentle, but Shen Qingmang felt strangely guilty. When Hao Xin asked her why she paid attention to him but not to her eldest disciple, she hadn't known how to respond and simply remained silent. Now, she was ignoring her eldest disciple again. It was truly incompetent.
"Is there anything Sui Han doesn't understand? You can ask me directly. Come in and sit down first."
"No need, I'm just here to return the white fox fur." As he said that, Gu Sui Han handed the fox fur forward, but Shen Qingmang didn't take it.
"Child, you came back so late to return the clothes, and you're wearing so little. Shouldn't I still lend it to you? You don't have to return it. Just consider it a gift from your teacher."
"I'm sorry, I wasn't thoughtful enough." Gu Suihan lowered his head. "I heard you were going to the pine forest to see Master Jinyan, and I was worried you'd catch a cold, so I thought I'd change your clothes quickly. I didn't expect it was too late."
"Master has already left the body and is no longer afraid of cold or heat. Clothes are just decorations for me. You need them more, so don't refuse." Shen Qingmang stuffed the white fox fur coat back into his arms. "Come into the hall quickly."
Gu Suihan still stood stubbornly at the door. "It would be terrible if Master Jinyan knew that my disciple had repeatedly visited Master's residence late at night and misunderstood something."
Shen Qingmang had been busy outside all day and had long wanted to find a place to relax. Seeing his eldest disciple's awkward look of a chaste and loyal husband, he was so angry that he pushed his back.
"Hurry up and go in. Why are you talking so much nonsense? You little kid just listens to gossip all day long. I have nothing to do with your uncle."
Gu Suihan was pushed forward by her, his voice muffled. "Doesn't he like you?"
"Of course he doesn't like me. I don't like him either." Shen Qingmang was almost at a loss for words. Adolescents are always obsessed with love and romance. When she first went to teach in rural areas, the kids in her class would always ask her if she had a boyfriend and what kind of boys she liked.
As soon as he finished speaking, the eldest disciple, who had been somewhat resistant just now, took the initiative to walk towards the Qiongzhi Hall, his voice becoming much more cheerful. "Then I am relieved. Master, would you like a midnight snack? I can make it now."
"No, no, no, no, no." Shen Qingmang quickly refused. "Come and sit down. Let me see how your inner strength training is going."
During the evening tutoring, she focused her attention on Si Rong, who had obvious shortcomings, and Hao Xin, whose spiritual power was unstable. Seeing that Gu Sui Han was fine, she did not pay much attention to him.
Like every child whose homework is being checked by a teacher, Gu Suihan was subconsciously nervous. "Master, how...how do you want to see it?"
"Check the meridians." Shen Qingmang pulled the wooden stake and sat down. The floor of the Qiongzhi Hall was paved with spiritual stones, which was as comfortable as a Simmons mattress for cultivators.
There are two ways to explore the meridians. One is to connect with the other person's spiritual consciousness. This method has the advantage of being fast and able to clearly see all the other person's meridians at a glance, but it requires mutual trust and the release of spiritual consciousness. The second is to exchange spiritual power, releasing spiritual power to travel into the other person's body and explore bit by bit. This method is slower, but does not require a high level of trust and is easier to implement.
Shen Qingmang did not expect to adopt the first method. Not to mention whether Gu Suihan could completely trust her, even she could not completely trust her eldest disciple. There were too many suspicious points about him.
She really couldn't understand how this outstanding young man who possessed the natural talent of the Heart of Heaven and Earth could become just like everyone else. She had to investigate the matter thoroughly.
Shen Qingmang reached out and grasped Gu Suihan's wrist, intending to transfer her spiritual power into him. However, the spiritual power she transferred was like a drop in the ocean, disappearing without a trace after entering his body, and was completely unable to flow along his meridians.
Shen Qingmang's eyebrows were furrowed in a frown. Could it be that she was using the wrong method? The book clearly said so...
She tried to channel more spiritual power, but there was still no ripple. She changed her hand and tried again. Gu Sui Han quietly let her manipulate him like a docile sheep.
"Why is this happening..." she murmured.
"Master, why is it so important for you to examine your disciple's meridians?" Gu Suihan asked slowly. "My cultivation is proceeding smoothly, so there's no need for you to worry."
"Don't worry about it?" Shen Qingmang put down his hand, and when the other party breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly leaned forward and pressed his forehead against his. Gu Suihan was completely unprepared, his expression blank.
Shen Qingmang felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and the next moment he felt the biting breath of frost and snow, and a vast snowfield appeared in front of him.
Did she... barge directly into Gu Suihan's spiritual abode? Her original intention was simply to test whether she could connect with his spiritual consciousness. A spiritual connection only required a slight touch of spiritual consciousness, but the spiritual abode was a cultivator's most private place. It was like she had intended to knock on the door to enter someone else's living room, but ended up barging directly into the bedroom and plopping down on their bed.
What to do now? She didn't know how to leave.
Shen Qingmang trudged through the snow, one foot deep, one foot shallow. Looking around, she saw only a gray sky, nothing else. A cold wind blew across the wasteland, scraping her cheeks like a knife. Shen Qingmang hunched her neck, lowered her head, and continued walking. She felt the ground beneath her feet rise higher and higher. After an unknown amount of time, the road finally came to an end. She found herself standing on the edge of a cliff.
Where on earth is this place... Shen Qingmang just leaned over to look down when she suddenly felt a headache. The next moment, she was back in the Qiongzhi Hall and found herself with her hands on both sides of her eldest disciple's body, while Gu Suihan was lying on the ground, his face pale, looking at her with tears in his eyes.
"Sorry, sorry!" Shen Qingmang quickly stood up and extended his hand to the other person. "Master didn't control the strength well and hurt you."
Gu Suihan closed his eyes and took a breath for a moment, then sat up and said in a hoarse voice, "My disciple is fine."
"Um, are you...are you in a bad mood lately?" she asked tentatively.
Gu Suihan said nothing, just shook his head. She wanted to pull him up, but before her hand touched his body, he shrank and stepped back unconsciously.
Shen Qingmang felt a little crazy inside.
Why does this scene look so much like she raped her eldest disciple Jiangjiang?
But she was indeed in the wrong, and the child might really be scared. She comforted him gently and let him go, intending to check whether trespassing into the spirit house would cause any harm to the other party.
Gu Suihan, wearing a white fox fur coat, returned to his courtyard. As soon as he opened the door, his legs gave way and he coughed up blood. He hurriedly took off the fur coat and patted it repeatedly.
"Oops, it's dirty, what should I do?"
He was no longer as calm as usual and was spinning around like a headless fly.
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