Chapter 132: The Bad Female Master and the Reborn Blackened Loyal Dog 15
Xuan Canglan closed the door unconsciously, blocking out the view from outside.
"Something's up." Cha Jiu raised an eyebrow.
Xuan Canglan blinked his eyes and said obediently: "I am here to thank Master for the medicine."
Cha Jiu denied it: "I didn't give you any medicine."
Xuan Canglan smiled: "As long as I receive the medicine, it means it was given by Master. Isn't this what Master taught me? What I think is the truth."
Cha Jiu chuckled: "Have you applied medicine to the wound?"
This long-lost concern made Xuan Canglan's silent eyes sparkle with light, and his expression became a little aggrieved: "Not yet, Master, I'm in so much pain."
"You deserve it." Cha Jiu sneered, "Who asked you to take on a mission to fight against a dozen masters who are good at using special arts? It's good enough that you can come back alive."
Xuan Canglan said obediently, "Master is right."
"Take off your clothes and I'll apply medicine on you."
Cha Jiu's tone was very calm, but it was enough to make Xuan Canglan happy again.
He was no longer as shy as before and quickly took off his shirt.
When Cha Jiu came back with the medicine, she saw him lying on her bed very skillfully.
Cha Jiu: “…”
This kid is really active now.
She didn't know that such a scene had appeared in Xuan Canglan's dreams many times.
He buried his face lustfully in the soft pillow, the familiar scent of orchids filling his nose.
It was as if I was back to that night when Master held me in his arms and comforted me all night long.
He was sure.
He wants to win this unique preference.
If you lose...
He won't lose.
He used forbidden drugs in advance in this life, so he could cultivate to the ninth level of Qingxu Jue at an early stage.
If the master no longer loves him, he will imprison the other person by his side forever.
Even if love is short-lived, he wants it to never fade.
"Master." Xuan Canglan called her softly.
"I am not."
"Master, please don't be angry with me, okay?"
"not good."
While applying medicine to his horrible back, Cha Jiu rejected his advances with an expressionless face.
Xuan Canglan's eyes were wet, dim and aggrieved.
"Master, I won't lie or play tricks anymore. I will be more obedient than Xuan Baiyu...Xuan Fenggen."
Xuan Canglan was very jealous that Xuan Fenggen could always be with Cha Jiu during this period of time.
Cha Jiu snorted coldly: "I teach him not because he is obedient, but because the Palace Master ordered me to do so. I have to obey."
"Heart-eating dragon." Xuan Canglan said solemnly, "She uses the heart-eating dragon to control you and make you do anything for her."
"Master, let me be your 'puppet' and bear the damage and pain brought by the Heart-Eating Dragon." Xuan Canglan said without hesitation, "Then you can be free."
Cha Jiu laughed: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Xuan Canglan: "I have checked. If one can cultivate to the ninth level of Qingxu Jue, one can use the powerful inner force to suppress the insects and prevent them from attacking again."
Cha Jiu didn't care: "Then wait until you reach the ninth floor."
"Okay." Xuan Canglan did not hesitate, and then tentatively called out: "Master."
This time, Cha Jiu did not refute him.
The corners of Xuan Canglan's pale lips curved slightly.
He quietly reached out and pinched a corner of Cha Jiu's sleeve, and fell asleep as she gently applied the medicine.
He hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.
Just like that, Xuan Canglan was tacitly allowed to return to Wuwang Tower.
Although Xuan Fenggen was wary of him, he didn't say much when he saw that Cha Jiu was still teaching him swordsmanship and internal energy techniques.
What's more, every night a mysterious person would come to teach him how to practice the Qingxu Sutra.
He had even less time to care about Xuan Canglan.
This mysterious man was short in stature, had a rough voice, and wore a large veiled hat, so his face could not be seen clearly.
But his understanding of the Qingxu Sutra is very thorough.
Xuan Fenggen occasionally received his guidance and avoided many detours.
However, when Xuan Fenggen asked some more in-depth questions about cultivation, the other party refused to answer.
"What is your purpose in practicing the Qingxu Sutra?" asked the mysterious man.
Xuan Fenggen's eyes flashed darkly, and he pretended to be loyal: "Of course I work for Wuji Palace."
The mysterious man chuckled: "You are not honest."
Xuan Fenggen also smiled, but naturally would not reveal that his goal was to become the strongest man in the world and inherit Mingjian Villa in a fair and justifiable manner.
Therefore, Xuan Fenggen and Xuan Canglan, one at the third level of Qingxu Jue and the other at the fifth level, both practiced diligently day and night for their respective goals.
Five years later.
…
It is a cold and deep winter with lingering wind and snow.
Every day, servants in green clothes would clear the snow from the ground in various places in Wuji Palace, but the snow was still not higher than the ankles, and a hole would be created where they stepped.
"This winter is really cold."
"Yes, the winter clothes made for the seniors are also much thicker."
The cleaning maids were discussing.
A young man in a black robe came walking on the snow, holding a square box in his hand, which was still dripping with blood.
He was lightly dressed and seemed unaware of the cold.
The young man had a cold face, ruthless thin lips, and a pair of bottomless eyes that seemed to be carved by ice and were very cold.
But in his arms, he was protecting a pot of white orchids with blood spots, and his movements were gentle.
When the blue-robed servants saw him, they all stopped talking and bowed to greet him.
Xuan Canglan passed them by and went straight to the Steward's Hall to complete his task.
The white-robed servant who was counting the mission results checked the head in the box, and only after confirming that it was correct did he make a mark under Xuan Canglan's name in the account book.
"You killed the eighth-ranked ghost doctor in the martial arts world within three days. Not bad."
The White-Robed Servant glanced at Xuan Canglan's black clothes and said: "You have been promoted to the White-Robed Servant for so long, why are you still wearing the clothes of the Black-Robed Servant?"
Xuan Canglan replied calmly: "I like the color black."
The white-robed attendant smiled and said, "You and the Left Protector are exactly alike. You have similar personalities, both are cold and aloof, and you also like to wear the same color clothes."
When talking about Cha Jiu, Xuan Canglan's eyebrows softened a little.
Holding the orchid in his hand, he couldn't wait to walk towards Wuwang Tower.
But halfway through the journey, he stopped and returned to his residence first.
Master doesn't like people walking into her room with the smell of blood.
Xuan Canglan took a bath carefully, changed into clean clothes, and then picked up Lanhua to find Cha Jiu.
"Master"
Xuan Canglan knocked lightly on the open door, and the frost in his eyes melted instantly when he saw the figure in black clothes inside.
Cha Jiu was writing calligraphy and looked up at him: "You're back."
"Um."
Xuan Canglan stepped in and instantly closed the door to block out the howling wind and snow.
Cha Jiu teased, "Now you are the most outstanding white-robed servant. You carry out more than 200 missions a year without fail. Everyone in the martial arts world is terrified by your name. I heard that your name can even stop children from crying at night, haha..."
Xuan Canglan put the orchid down, and the hand that easily swung the heavy black iron sword to reap lives was now carefully picking up a small ink stick and gently grinding the ink.
He obediently let Cha Jiu tease him, looking at her with a smile on his face.
When Cha Jiu said she was tired, he would take the initiative to pour her a cup of hot tea.
Cha Jiu took a sip and frowned: "The tea is a little bitter."
"Really? Then I'll go make a pot of new tea." Xuan Canglan took the half-drunk tea from her hand and walked to the tea table.
He brewed tea again, but his eyes were fixed on the cup of tea that Cha Jiu had drunk.
He picked up the teacup again, facing the wet edge, and took a sip.
The tea is astringent and tastes sweet.
Xuan Canglan drank the tea in one gulp, not leaving a drop.
Cha Jiu, who was sitting at the desk, seemed to be concentrating on writing, but actually he had a smile on his face.
Little pervert.
The system got goosebumps and said, "He actually drank your water on purpose. His favorability has reached 80%."
When Xuan Canglan came back with the new tea, Cha Jiu had already finished writing the calligraphy.
"It's done." Cha Jiu blew away the ink and threw the copybook to Xuan Canglan: "Go back and copy it, and fix your poor handwriting."
Xuan Canglan didn't care about his handwriting being criticized for being ugly. His eyes lit up and he stroked the calligraphy book, cherishing it: "Master, this calligraphy book was written especially for me."
Cha Jiu: "Open it and take a look."
Xuan Canglan opened it with excitement, and was stunned when he saw the contents of the copybook.
The word is a good word.
But this content...
Cha Jiu suppressed his laughter and said, "Read it for a while."
Xuan Canglan blushed and stammered, "The exquisite jade pendant... is the most praiseworthy, the peach blossom... is so delicate..."
"Why don't you read on?"
Xuan Canglan closed the copybook, his face burning with heat: "I'll go back and look at it."
Who would use this... to make calligraphy?
Cha Jiu couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter with his shoulders shaking.
She looked at Xuan Canglan again through tears of laughter, and once again noticed the changes in him as he grew up.
The skinny boy of the past has now grown into a tall and straight young man, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, long legs and wide steps. The muscles hidden under the black clothes are thin and smooth...
I really want to see some places.
Isn’t it as wonderful as the perfect body he shows?
Xuan Canglan knew that she was looking at him, so he lowered his head shyly and clenched his fists tightly.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Cha Jiu coughed lightly, regained some composure, and looked at the orchid on the table.
The petals are pure white, but stained with red spots like blood drops, revealing a stunning beauty.
Xuan Canglan: "This is the Shura Blood Orchid. The red dots on it look like drops of blood. They look unclear, but they are extremely valuable. They are excellent for both medicinal and ornamental purposes."
He also said: "There is a legend about this Shura Blood Orchid. It is said that a man became possessed and turned into a Shura, killing his lover. His blood was splashed on the pure white orchid, and this Shura Blood Orchid bloomed."
Cha Jiu took the orchid from Xuan Canglan's hand and accidentally touched his fingers.
She immediately felt strange.
"It's winter, and you're wearing thin clothes, but why is your body so hot?"
Xuan Canglan withdrew his fingers as if nothing had happened, but his eyes trembled slightly.
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My condition has not been very good recently. I will hurry up and finish this plane. Sorry...
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