Zhu Yuanqing's heart softened instantly.
"Master misses Xiao Jing too." The jade-like hand gently touched Jing Yuan's face. The hand was no longer touching soft tender flesh, but the firm skin of an adult.
He carefully examined his suddenly grown disciple, and when he saw this man, his eyes immediately lit up and he withdrew his hand.
As soon as his hand left, Jing Yuan's eyes dimmed. Zhu Yuanqing had no choice but to change his course midway, poking his face before patting Jing Yuan's arm: "Okay, let go, let me check your meridians."
Jing Yuan reluctantly let go of his arm, staring at Zhu Yuanqing's beautiful and delicate face, allowing his master's spiritual energy to enter his body.
Even between a master and his apprentice, or a father and his son, it is extremely taboo for other people's spiritual energy to enter the body. Unless the two people trust each other completely, no one will accept such behavior.
Zhu Yuanqing had only done this with Jing Yuan before, and subconsciously treated the adult male in front of him as a young disciple, and did not think there was anything wrong.
As for Jing Yuan, the first thing his master did after returning was to care about him. He was so happy that he couldn't contain his excitement. Such behavior only made him feel that they were closer.
The spiritual energy swirled around, and Zhu Yuanqing was secretly shocked.
Jing Yuan's current qualifications are vastly different from when he first started.
With his aptitude back then, he could only establish a foundation in this lifetime, but now not only has he successfully formed a pill, his meridians are also showing signs of continuing to grow strong, and he is almost the same as Zhu Yuanqing.
I have a special physique, so it seems that the disciple I accepted is not a simple one.
"Master, how is it?" Jing Yuan took back his hand and looked at him anxiously.
Zhu Yuanqing smiled and praised: "Not bad, as expected, you will be able to give birth to a baby in the future."
"It's all thanks to Master." Jing Yuan knew that his master didn't like others touching him, so he grabbed Zhu Yuanqing's wrist through his sleeve, led him to the yard, and took out the familiar mahogany box.
The box was opened, and dishes were placed on the table one after another, along with a large jar of honey water.
The lid was opened and sweet honey water poured into the cup, with a light fragrance that was familiar to Zhu Yuanqing.
My eyes involuntarily fell on it, and a full cup was handed to me, which was in stark contrast to the hardships of sleeping in the open air.
Zhu Yuanqing felt dazed as the honey water went down his throat. He then looked at the yard he hadn't seen for a long time and discovered a place he hadn't noticed when he entered.
A huge jade stone beside the albizzia tree was broken in the middle, with cuts of varying depths on it. This was where Little Jingyuan practiced his sword skills. A small garden had been newly opened next to the medicinal plants, filled with various rare flowers...
I don’t know when, this place which was only used for my own cultivation has already had traces of another person, and it can actually be called my home.
"Master, this is a new dish I've developed. You haven't been back for so long, come and see if my cooking skills have deteriorated."
Jing Yuan's words interrupted Zhu Yuanqing's thoughts. He lowered his head, tried one dish after another, and was pushed back to the room by Jing Yuan.
"Master, you've worked hard outside, please have a good rest tonight..."
"Master, this is the incense I made..."
"Master, this robe suits you very well..."
"Master... can I sleep with you tonight?"
It was not until he was pushed into the bathtub that Zhu Yuanqing realized how many conditions he had agreed to in response to the repeated calls of "Master".
He covered his face with one hand, lowered his body slightly, and submerged half of his chin in the water.
Even though he's already grown up, he still relies on me like he did when he was little...
Steam rose from the screen, and the hazy figure gradually sank, leaving only a head of thick black hair.
Jing Yuan tidied up the bedroom and stared at the figure behind the screen with a gloomy expression.
This is his master.
Closing his eyes and silently reciting the Heart Cleansing Mantra, Jing Yuan forced himself to look away, strode into the yard, looked at the bright full moon in the sky, and exhaled deeply.
Inside the house was the person he cared about most in his life, standing behind him.
The thought made him feel happy, but also extremely empty.
Jing Yuan knew that he had a thought that he shouldn't have had. He didn't even understand when it happened. He only knew that when he realized it, he couldn't even get rid of it.
Before he established his foundation, he slept with his master every day, and his heart was filled with only respect and admiration, as well as countless dependence.
After his master left after he established his foundation, he couldn't sleep alone every day. He spent almost all his time practicing, but he couldn't stop the longing and worry that gnawed at his bones.
Cui Yi had eliminated Yu Junjie as he had requested, and since he had caught him with evidence, he was no longer a concern. However, Jing Yuan had not expected this man to be so audacious as to speak to the sect leader and attempt to enter Xiaoyao Peak.
The master of Xiaoyao Peak is good at swordsmanship, so he has built several special trial venues in the peak, and even a sword forest passed down by successive peak masters.
Taoist Lingxiao rejected Cui Yi's request, but Cui Yi still did not give up and came to cause trouble for Jingyuan several times.
With Zhu Yuanqing away, he was certain Jing Yuan wouldn't dare confront him, even though he was weak. Jing Yuan never took him seriously until he spoke rudely.
So Cui Yi was ambushed by the evil cultivator and half lost his life.
But those words still inevitably left traces.
That night, Jing Yuan almost went insane while meditating. When he closed his eyes, he saw his master covered in blood. He calmed down for a long time, raised his glass and drank alone until dawn. In his dream, his master took off his white clothes, and his cold, white jade-like body was close to him, gently kissing the corner of his lips.
He nearly fell off his chair, completing one sect mission after another, and when he returned that night, he saw those glassy, affectionate eyes again...
"Xiao Jing?"
A clean voice sounded, and Jing Yuan was startled. He suddenly realized that he had crushed the incense burner that he had taken in his hand at some point, and when he entered the room, he saw Zhu Yuanqing as an obedient and well-behaved disciple.
But he had only taken two steps when he was struck by the scene before him.
Master was still wearing the same pure white inner garment as he had many years ago, with most of his collarbone exposed and a small pool of water in the middle, clear and bright.
Perhaps the water in the pool was a little too warm, his exposed skin was pink, his eyes were moist, and his lips were bright and juicy - he looked exactly the same as in his dream.
Jing Yuan's breathing stagnated and he quickly turned his face away.
Zhu Yuanqing hadn't been so relaxed for a long time. He didn't even use the cleansing technique and came out covered in sweat, but the disciples who would have rushed over to him before turned their heads away, looking a little sad.
Zhu Yuanqing just thought that they hadn't seen each other for too long, and Jingyuan might be homesick.
He stepped forward, held the person's wrist like Jing Yuan did, and said with a smile: "It's time to go to bed."
Unable to pull it for a while, Zhu Yuanqing looked back in confusion, and a silk handkerchief was stretched out in front of him and rubbed against his neck.
He felt a little itchy and moved his hands uncomfortably, feeling warm fingers touching his skin. He looked down and saw that the small corner of the handkerchief was soaked with water.
"Master, why did you come out without wiping yourself clean? Do you want to see your disciple sooner?"
This was really strange, but Zhu Yuanqing didn't know what was strange about it. When he looked up, before he could utter a word of denial, he met a pair of eyes as deep as ink.
Not a ray of light could penetrate those eyes, and the usual gentle smile disappeared, revealing a frightening depression, like a calm sea surface with huge waves concealing a bottomless abyss.
He was startled for a moment, and actually felt the long-lost oppression and the excitement between life and death.
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