"I won't help you." Gu Suihan, who had been silent the whole time, said, "Master won't help you either. No one owes you anything and no one has to revolve around you."
"Senior Brother?" Si Rong was extremely surprised. In the past, no matter how much she and Hao Xin quarreled, Senior Brother never got involved.
Shen Qingmang, who was about to speak, shut up and looked at Gu Suihan with interest.
"Whether you want to practice or not is your own business. We are in class now. The mission of those here is to practice. If you don't want to, just leave. No one will stop you." Gu Suihan pointed to the gate of the courtyard.
"But, but this is my yard!" Si Rong felt aggrieved, tears welling up in her eyes. Hao Xin noticed this and scratched his head in annoyance.
"Oh, you really are... You can't even say it. I, I, I will protect you, okay?"
Shen Qingmang spoke at this time: "That's all for today's class. Ah Rong, you don't have to go to class this week."
Si Rong panicked. "Master, I was wrong. Please don't be angry."
"I'm not angry," Shen Qingmang said calmly. "Since you think the Mengxia Festival is so important, then prepare well. But I hope that when you have more free time, you'll calm down and think about what cultivation really means to you."
"Master..." Si Rong walked up to her and said tearfully, "I want to dance at the Mengxia Festival. There's another reason I haven't told you yet... I, I want to dance for my mother to see."
"Hmm?" Shen Qingmang began to reflect on whether she had read the book too hastily. Why didn't she remember that the original book had explained this reason?
Si Rong's mother, if she remembered correctly...
"My mother passed away after I was born. I've never seen her. Daddy said that she was taken away by the God of Fire to be a messenger. She comes back to see me every summer, but because we're humans and gods, I can't see her. This year, when my mother comes back, I want to dance for her. Let her know that Rong has grown up and become a beautiful young lady. I want her to be proud of me."
The tears in Si Rong's eyes finally rolled down. Shen Qingmang held her in his arms and gently stroked her back.
"Good boy, Rong, she will see it. Why didn't you tell me before?"
If Si Rong had given her this reason when he begged her, she might have really softened her heart.
"Daddy won't let me tell anyone. He said it's a secret. If too many people know, Mother will be punished." Si Rong wiped her tears and whispered, "Master, you won't tell anyone, will you?"
"No." Shen Qingmang patted her head again. "Just prepare with peace of mind. I also have the music sheet for the Mengxia ritual. If you need it, you can come and get it."
She now couldn't understand why Si Rong made the wrong dance in the original novel. Since she took this matter so seriously, she must have practiced diligently many times. How could she make a mistake? Was she too nervous?
In order to express the main theme of love, the original work seems to have simplified many things and ignored basic logic.
She comforted Si Rong a few more words and left the courtyard. Gu Sui Han walked behind her. Shen Qingmang was recalling the plot and didn't pay any attention until he heard someone talking behind him.
"Master."
"Sui Han?"
"I just spoke to you in a moment of impatience, but I don't want to apologize."
"Can you tell me your thoughts?" Shen Qingmang looked at him.
Gu Suihan gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist and said, "My disciple was reminded of my father at that time. He practiced even more diligently than me, but he was expelled from the sect for not guarding the alchemy furnace properly. The person who was asked to refine the alchemy was an unlearned inner sect disciple. He felt that practicing was too difficult and wanted to increase his cultivation by taking elixirs, but even refining the alchemy was difficult, so he ordered my father to do it. My father had never learned to refine such advanced elixirs, so it was normal for him to make mistakes. But just because of this... My disciple just reminded me of that inner sect disciple."
"Arong is a bit lazy, but not to the point of being unlearned. Besides, she has a hidden secret." Shen Qingmang said.
"Yes, I know I'm narrow-minded." Gu Suihan lowered his eyes. "But Master, don't you think it's hard to understand everyone's hidden feelings?"
"What do you mean?"
"Junior brothers and sisters have various problems, and Master always understands them. Disciple feels sorry for Master."
Shen Qingmang thought of an internet joke at an inopportune moment, suppressing a laugh as he spoke seriously, "No one is perfect, no gold is pure. No one is born knowing everything. You are still children, and when I was your age, I often made mistakes. Only by making mistakes can we constantly explore the right path. I am an adult... a three-hundred-year-old man, and I shouldn't be bothering with children. What's more, you are my disciples, so as a teacher, I should be even more tolerant. If you make a mistake, I will forgive you as well."
"I won't burden Master with any of your worries," Gu Suihan said. "I just hope Master will live a carefree life."
After hearing this, Shen Qingmang remembered the phrase "the closest and most beloved person" in the book and suspected that she might have been Gu Suihan's biological mother in her previous life.
Otherwise, how could this child be so caring? He is simply his mother’s little cotton-padded jacket!
The inner demon must be deliberately instigating discord. How could such a sensible child be the villain? Gu Suihan is an introvert. Introverts tend to appear mature, which is probably quite normal.
Besides, when I gave him the gift, didn't I see his childish side? He smiled so happily at that time.
"Master also hopes that you will be free from worries. If you have any doubts, be sure to speak to Master. I am not afraid of being troubled by you. You are not my trouble, but my responsibility."
Shen Qingmang likes the sense of accomplishment she gets from helping others. Her roommate once commented that she was born to be a teacher.
"Disciple understands. Class ends early today, so Master has time to rest. Go back quickly."
"Okay, see you tomorrow."
Shen Qingmang said goodbye to his eldest disciple, but did not go back to the bedroom directly. Instead, he went to Wendao Peak to find Si Rong's biological father, Master Yiqing.
Yiqing became nervous when he saw her.
"Why are you here, Junior Sister? But what did my Ah Rong do wrong? The child is still young, please bear with him."
"It's not a big deal." Shen Qingmang briefly explained what happened and added, "Brother, I understand you want to give your child a complete family. But Ah Rong is already grown up. If you tell her some things, she can handle it."
"Arong is only fifteen, a perfectly normal child. As a father, I don't need her to bear anything. I will bear any storms. As long as my darling daughter is happy, that's all that matters."
"Can you protect her forever?" Shen Qingmang looked at this daughter-servant man, his tone becoming serious. "To be frank, we're all half-buried in the earth. Maybe one day we'll be struck down before we can overcome the tribulation. What will she do then?"
Yiqing didn't take it seriously. "I've thought about this. When Arong grows up a little, I'll find her a powerful husband, one with high cultivation and who will treat her well. That way, when I'm gone, she'll have someone to protect her."
Shen Qingmang felt his temples throbbing.
The crux of the heroine's love-brain problem has finally been found!
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