Chapter 11, Part 2 is contagious.
"It's nothing. You should rest. I can take them there by myself."
Qinghuan reluctantly agreed, and Qingjue wondered if the child really had some kind of psychological problem.
Just as he was about to say something more, Aju playfully asked to ride on his shoulders.
It was about time to leave. Qingjue calmly lifted him up and put him on his shoulders. He had done this many times before and could even hang two or three on his arms.
Taking care of kids a lot can lead to developing muscular arms.
Jie didn't speak during the day, but he tightened his grip on the Qingjue seal.
Aju swung her legs and exclaimed happily, "Master is so tall!"
Although they had only known each other for less than a year, Qingjue had an inexplicable fondness for each of the children, which was quite rare. Perhaps it was because they were all well-behaved children at heart, and at most, they would do good deeds but end up doing bad things.
"Don't move around, or you'll fall and break."
Hehehe.
During the day, pull both hands up with the Qingjue (a type of hand seal).
Qingjue looked down and saw that although the child on the ground didn't say anything, his expression was strangely aggrieved.
He usually acts like an older brother during the day, so this is a bit novel and cute.
Qingjue squatted down and picked him up, saying, "Next time you want to do something, just say it."
“…Okay,” Jie Zhou’s eyes lit up again, and then he said, “I’m afraid Master won’t be able to take care of you all.”
"How could I not keep an eye on you two kids? Let's go."
"Senior Brother Jie, you've gotten taller too!"
"Junior Brother Aju, don't move around, you'll fall."
They had to go back at noon. The Qing family didn't have many rules, but they were very strict about time. Everyone in the Qing family was very punctual. Although Qing Jue was the head of the family, he wasn't all-powerful. He also had to take time to teach his disciples and supervise their training. He didn't want to be lectured by the elders for being late.
With one child draped over his shoulder and another sitting on his arm, Qingjue squeezed into the bustling city and didn't look like a celestial lord above ten thousand people at all. Instead, he looked more like an older brother taking his children to the market.
However, his appearance was indeed too conspicuous. The people around him recognized him and greeted him warmly, but when they saw the child in his arms, they all walked away.
I don't understand... why does Immortal Lord Wuqing always bring that Xie family child with him whenever he comes out?
Bad luck, bad luck, get away from here, get away from here.
Despite his young age, Jie Zhoujian already understood why everyone was avoiding him. He didn't say anything, believing it was understandable given the many wrong things his family had done.
He's still young, and there's very little he can change.
However, today, he was just a junior disciple who came out to buy things with his master.
Jie loves eating osmanthus cakes from the shop called "Zhang San Niang" on the corner during the day; he can't resist them whenever he sees them.
In terms of material things, besides Ruan Linglai, Qingjue dotes on Jie Zhoujian the most. The first thing he does is take him to buy the osmanthus cake he's been longing for. The little boy clutches Qingjue's collar with his eyes shining.
The first batch of osmanthus cakes just came out of the oven at this time. They are fragrant and piping hot. The white cakes are decorated with a few golden osmanthus flowers and drizzled with a secret osmanthus honey. When you break them open, they are soft and sweet, and the aroma is so strong that it can be smelled from afar.
"I want some too!" Aju climbed down from Qingjue's shoulder. No child could resist such sweets. He leaned over the stall and exclaimed, "It smells so good!"
They come here often, and the proprietress recognizes them. She cut off a small piece and handed it to Aju, then asked if Jie wanted some during the day.
The owner of this place is one of the few people who doesn't have any prejudice against the Xie family's children. Every time they come, she gives them some scraps.
Jie said during the day, "No, thank you, ma'am."
"Immortal Lord, your disciple is much more sensible than mine."
Qingjue smiled as he paid, then handed the osmanthus cake to Jiezhoujian, his eyes dazzled by a bright red color out of the corner of his eye.
Qingjue looked up and saw a child dressed in bright colors, much like Jie Zhoujian and the others, standing not far away. He exuded a spirited aura, and a red feather was stuck in his hair, making him very conspicuous in the crowd.
Qingjue blurted out, "Ah, a little turkey?"
The child's face was covered in bruises and red marks. He frowned, stepped past Qingjue, brandished his small wooden sword, and said, "Jie Zhoujian! I'm here to challenge you again!"
Jie held the osmanthus cake during the day: "..."
Aju: "Hahahaha! You still have the chicken feathers on your head, hahaha—"
Qingjue almost couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
That child was the young master of the Fan family, which lived not far from the market. They were a small family of cultivators who usually took on commissions from ordinary people and dealt with minor evil spirits and monsters.
This kid... well, how should I put it, he's got chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).
His name is Fan Aotian. He likes to wear red and green and says things that are embarrassing to hear. A year ago, they met by chance. He immediately clashed with Xie Zhoujian and was defeated within three moves.
Throughout the year, they fought several times each time they came out, but each time Jie Zhou won with an overwhelming advantage. After all, he was just a child. Before, he fell into the chicken coop during a fight and cried loudly. Qing Jue went to great lengths to soothe the child so as not to disturb the surrounding villagers.
From then on, Jie learned to restrain himself during the day.
It liked to wear red, fell into someone's chicken coop, and was given the name Little Turkey by Qingjue.
Why did Fan Aotian, who is of similar age, choose Yun Yuelin as his arch-rival?
It's very simple, because only those who are evenly matched can be called arch-rivals.
A one-sided crushing victory is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
Yan Shiqun, inside the Qing family's gate in the distance, sneezed.
At first, Qingjue couldn't understand what Fan Aotian's role was. His personality and name did fit the stereotype of some hot-blooded protagonists, but this was clearly different from the tone of the world he lived in.
Besides, a protagonist with a hot-blooded spirit should at least have talent, right? This kid is indeed mediocre; he can easily handle even someone like Ah Ju whom he picked up casually.
He rushed forward shouting things like "My left eye is for remembering you" and "My right eye is for forgetting you."
Awkwardly, Qingjue felt a tingling sensation all over his body.
His eldest disciple defeated him effortlessly once again. This routine was repeated every month or two, and Qingjue was already used to it. Aju almost laughed himself silly. Qingjue reached out and patted him on the back.
There's not much fun in this world, so having such a regular program seems pretty good.
Fan Aotian was quickly found by his family. The Fan family could not afford to offend the Qing family, and they apologized repeatedly, saying that the child was too young and did not know any better.
Qingjue doesn't particularly like children, especially unruly kids, and Fan Aotian is one of the noisiest types.
However, the Fan family was afraid of Qingjue, so they always treated him very well. Qingjue had become much more tactful in recent years, but his insults were quite sophisticated, and he was vengeful.
The methods they use to solve the problem are chilling; they're not to be trifled with.
Strangely, Qingjue seems to have toned down his sharpness recently.
Of course, things are different now. He is now raising children again. In order to maintain the thin, delicate relationship between the cultivation families, Qingjue felt that it was okay to be a little more patient.
He smiled and said, "He's just a kid, it's okay, it's okay."
The smile carried a hint of threat. The Fan family swallowed hard, intending to find an excuse to leave quickly. However, their young master was relentless and insisted on causing trouble for the other family's eldest apprentice.
Stop fooling around, you little devil! You can't even beat the weakest one next to you!
Jie didn't pay attention during the day, as he was already used to it. He opened the bag containing the osmanthus cakes and didn't notice that the string on the bag had loosened because of his earlier movements. He didn't hold it properly, and the osmanthus cakes fell all over the ground.
Fan Aotian, having succeeded in his trickery, made a face at him: "Didn't expect that, did you!"
Aju stopped laughing, looked at Jie Zhoujian who was frozen in place, and then looked up at Qingjue who had just finished exchanging pleasantries with the Fan family.
Qingjue: "..."
Jie Zhoujian silently squatted down, picked up the osmanthus cake, wrapped it up again, and threw it away, as if what had just happened had not caused any trouble to his young mind. He looked up and asked, "Master, can I buy another one?"
Qingjue reacted instantly: "...Of course, of course you can."
His eyes were fixed on Xie Zhoujian's face.
...Didn't you cry? Really, you didn't cry?
The Fan family seemed to sense that things were not going well, so they took out money and said, "Immortal Lord, there's no need for you to spend money. Our child is ignorant, so consider this our compensation to Qing... Jie, the young master."
When the Fan family mentioned his name, they paused, and under Qing Jue's oppressive gaze, they read out his surname.
But in the blink of an eye, the line for osmanthus cake had stretched outside the alley.
"I'm sorry, you two immortals," the proprietress said, "the new batch of osmanthus cakes won't be available until noon... You immortals probably don't want to cut in line."
“Ah,” Aju exclaimed, “Wouldn’t we be going back then?”
The Fan family members were ashamed: "This..."
Fan Aotian was given a seemingly casual glare by Qing Jue, and he shuddered and hid behind his master.
Aju walked up to Jie Zhoujian and said, "Brother Jie, osmanthus cake..."
“…It’s alright,” Jie Zhoujian looked down at the floor, then looked up at Aju and said, “Master has other things to do. Let’s go buy things for the others first. Don’t be sad, Junior Brother Aju. If you can’t eat osmanthus cake this time, you can eat it next time.”
Aju scratched his head: "I wasn't talking about myself..."
He doesn't really like sweets, he just likes to join in the fun. He prefers spicy chicken, but as far as he knows, his senior brother Jie likes osmanthus cake the most... Isn't he sad?
Jie looked up and saw Jue clearly: "Master, let's go."
In Qingjue's eyes, this was blatantly a case of someone clearly wronged but pretending to be strong.
What a well-behaved child! Jie Zhoujian never made any unreasonable demands. When his favorite pastry fell all over the floor, he simply picked it up quietly, threw it away, and then asked in a calm and gentle tone if he could buy another one.
Even Wen Tianyu, a child of this age, would cry because the weeds he was growing died, but Jie Zhoujian was able to comfort others first!
How can there be such an obedient child!
They all have to be "buried" with my apprentice's osmanthus cake.
It's getting cold; it's time to bankrupt the Fan family.
...It seems like I've been infected by something.
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