Wen Liyu's smile faded slightly, and she bowed her head modestly, "I've only been accepted as a disciple by Master for half a year, and I've only been practicing for a few months. My talent and aptitude can only be described as average."
When the people in the audience heard that she had only been practicing for a few months, they all showed expressions of surprise and slight disdain.
He has only been practicing for a few months, but all the children in their sect/family have been practicing since birth.
What can I learn in a few months? Oh, I lost money by giving gifts.
The Qinghua Sect Master's expression remained unchanged as he asked with a smile, "I wonder what level of cultivation Young Master Wen has reached now?"
Before Wen Liyu could answer, Wen Yan spoke up, "It's time."
As soon as he finished speaking, the people sitting in the main hall disappeared instantly, leaving only Wen Yan and Wen Liyu.
"Master, what is the Ten Directions Gathering that the Qinghua Sect Master just mentioned?" Wen Liyu came close to him and blinked curiously.
Wen Yan picked up the tea beside him and took a sip. "It's just a small fight."
"Competition? How old are you?" Wen Liyu became even more curious when she heard it was a competition. This kind of plot was her favorite when she read storybooks.
Small gatherings, banquets, competitions, etc., are all high-incidence areas for the protagonist to slap himself in the face and show off.
Wen Yan looked at her with an ambiguous expression, "A hundred years old."
[My disciple seems quite interested. Are you feeling bored staying with me?]
Wen Liyu forgot what she was about to say and stared at him blankly for a long time.
It's incredible.
Master, what he said was more than twenty words! !
Normally when Master speaks, it's either "hmm", "okay", "not bad"...he hardly ever expresses anything from his heart.
Such a handsome man was turned into a cold ice sculpture by him.
Now, just because she asked a few more questions about the Ten Directions Gathering, he spoke for such a long time.
She felt like she had found a way to conquer the enemy.
Wen Yan stretched out his finger and poked her forehead, "Come back to your senses."
Wen Liyu put aside all her random thoughts, leaned closer to him with a smile, and hooked her fingers around the hem of his clothes, "Master, I want to go."
Wen Yan let her hook him: "...Why?"
"After being taught by you for so long, I should also go down the mountain to test the results of my training. There are only my master and I on the mountain, and I can't even find anyone of the same level to practice with." Wen Liyu made an excuse.
"Besides, so many people know that you've accepted an apprentice, and they've even asked me about the party in person. If I don't go, they'll definitely think I'm a useless coward."
Wen Liyu pouted, her face showing concern for her master. "I don't want others to talk about me or throw dirty water on me because of me."
She placed her head on her master's arm and rubbed it coquettishly for a few times. Her raised hair pricked Wen Yan's cheek, causing a tingling sensation.
Wen Yan restrained himself and did not reach out to pull her into his arms. His eyes were deep and dark. "It's up to you."
[If you want to go, then go. But if I find out that my apprentice wants to leave...]
"Master is the best!" Wen Liyu stood up straight, with her arms on both sides of the armrests, and she trapped her master in the middle of the chair in a rebellious manner.
Wen Yan had an expressionless face as he looked up at her indifferently. His smooth black hair made his skin look snow-white, but his thin lips were unusually bright in color, like a seductive flower blooming on a snow-capped mountain that had not melted for thousands of years.
Wen Liyu admitted that she was seduced.
The more noble and aloof Master behaved, the more she wanted to see him fragile and broken.
She swallowed her saliva at Wen Yan, her eyes showing a slightly obsessed look. The distance between them gradually narrowed, and their breaths slowly touched and merged.
The hall was silent, with only the subtle sounds of Wen Liyu's movements.
She sat directly on Wen Yan's legs, her hands on his shoulders, her gaze moving down from his beautiful and cold eyes, across his graceful nose, and onto his lips that continued to attract her.
"Master..." Wen Liyu moved closer and gently rubbed his cheek with the tip of her nose. She slowly moved her hand to his neck and placed her palm against it, feeling the rhythm of his beating pulse.
Wen Yan did not stop her, but indulgently acquiesced to all her actions.
But he did not respond to her and maintained a dignified and distant sitting posture.
When he lowered his head slightly to look at her, he was like a god high above, looking down at his believers and people.
Wen Liyu was gradually approaching his lips. When she was confused and infatuated, she subconsciously raised her eyes to look at Wen Yan, but was immediately brought back to her senses by a glance from his emotionless eyes.
Her body stiffened, and she immediately withdrew her hand. She quickly moved away from him, her tone flustered and bewildered, "Master..."
"I just now, I... I'm sorry!" Wen Liyu acted like a little disciple who suddenly revealed his desire for his master. His cheeks and eyes flushed red, and he felt ashamed and embarrassed.
"I shouldn't have offended Master like this. I will leave immediately."
Wen Yan originally wanted to catch her back, but he was nailed to the spot when she shouted the word "disciple".
As he hesitated, Wen Liyu quickly disappeared in the hall.
Wen Yan curled his five fingers into fists, and between his eyebrows was a coldness that had accumulated for thousands of years and could not be melted.
The relationship between a master and his disciples in mainland China is equivalent to the relationship between father/mother and son/daughter.
Teacher-student love is absolutely not allowed.
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Wen Liyu did this on purpose just now. He wouldn't move unless he gave his master some shocking news.
Wen Yan didn't know how many thousands of years he was already. Time was just a string of numbers to him. Moreover, in the world of cultivating immortals, time was the least valuable thing.
Just go into seclusion and meditate, and several days or even years will pass.
Wen Liyu has been here for a year and has been obsessed with cultivation, which has resulted in little progress so far.
Now there is a good opportunity, she must seize it.
Wen Liyu and Wen Yan haven't seen each other for several days. Not only is it because she deliberately avoided him, but also because Wen Yan was too much of a homebody.
The Ten-Party Gathering will be held in Qingyue City in a month. Wen Liyu has a flying boat powered by spirit stones, so she can arrive in a few days.
However, she still packed up her things in advance, said goodbye to Bighead Fish who was practicing hard, and then went to find her master.
"Master, I want to go down the mountain early." Wen Liyu stood at the entrance of the hall without going in, with her head lowered. "I heard that a demon appeared not far below the mountain. I want to go and defeat it and test my abilities..."
"By the way... by the way, let everyone know that the disciples taught by our master are not weaklings or cowards."
Wen Liyu spoke haltingly, revealing her complex emotions of being embarrassed to face her master and the fact that she had actually fallen in love with him.
After she finished speaking, she stood for a while, and then she heard Wen Yan's voice in her ears.
"Well, go ahead."
Along with it came a beautiful jade ring.
Wen Liyu accepted the ring and pursed her lips, "Master, I'll go down the mountain now."
"Um."
Wen Liyu waited for a while but didn't hear the second sentence, not even a few words of worried advice, so she left with a pout in disappointment.
She didn't notice that there was a tall man's shadow standing next to her.
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