Chapter 72 The Master-Disciple Relationship... I'm just too serious. ...
"Why are you up so early?"
Zhou Yongyin had just woken up, changed into a sturdy and practical set of work clothes, and was carrying a hoe up the mountain when he ran into Shen Jiuxu and Jiang Yu on the way.
The two men were disheveled, with water droplets from leaves clinging to their cuffs. He found it hard to believe he had encountered them before dawn; they usually didn't get up until late morning. Why were they so up early today?
It's highly likely he didn't sleep all night. He really doesn't know how to take care of his health.
“I woke up and just came out to take a look,” Jiang Yu explained. “Grandfather still gets up so early as always. Is he going up the mountain to pick fruit? Why don’t Jiu Xu and I go with you? It would be more convenient.”
"Forget it, just don't pick the poisonous fruit and eat it. I'm counting on you two. I can manage on my own. But you two can go back and help me cook dinner. Also, wake up Xi Chuang and the others. I'll go weed a bit and pick another basketful. There's been a lot of rain these past few days, and if we don't pick them soon, they'll probably be gone."
Zhou Yongyin had a full head of white hair and looked much older than a few days ago. The hoe on his shoulder was sharp and looked like it had just been sharpened. He carried a large basket in his hand and continued to go up the mountain.
Shen Jiuxu nodded and agreed.
Zhou Yongyin had already cooked porridge in the pot. The firewood was small and burning slowly. As he instructed, Shen Jiuxu chopped some vegetables, washed them, stir-fried them, and put them on the pot behind to heat up.
Jiang Yu was placed on a bench outside. A paper crane stood beside him, its snow-white wings spread open and its bright red beak moved to one side, seemingly making some kind of noise.
Sunlight shone on his face, making him look sacred and solemn, except for his excessively swollen lips and the graying hair at his temples. Jiang Yu lowered his head expressionlessly. Shen Jiuxu walked over, tidied his hair, and asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm wondering if I can ascend again."
Jiang Yu's voice was also very low, and he looked a little frustrated. "I'm afraid that even if my eyes recover, I still won't be able to save them. Then all your efforts will have been in vain."
"I only did this to save you, I have no demands, Jiang Yu, everything I did was for you."
Shen Jiuxu took his hand and said, "Besides this route, there might be other ways to save people."
Seeing that Jiang Yu was still somewhat sullen, he suddenly changed the subject, saying, "Dianxing just sent me a message saying that the situation is much better now, and he and several other disciples are preparing to return to Shenwuke. They haven't had time to deal with the matter of Lianfeng's sudden disappearance yet."
"Has he not been found yet?"
"We've searched everywhere, but we just can't find them."
Shen Jiuxu also found it strange. Although Lian Gu's disappearance was a false rumor he spread and the real Lian Gu was in his hands, Lian Feng hadn't offended anyone. Although he was a bit arrogant in his daily life, after all, in Shen Wuke's territory, apart from him and Jiang Yu, no one would dare to touch him.
"I want to go back too."
"Go back? Go back where?" Lian Quesheng had just woken up, his hair a mess, and his face unwashed as he ran out. "What happened? Where are you all going?"
"I'm back in Shenwuke to take care of some things," Jiang Yu said first. "I've been feeling a bit bored staying here these past few days, so I'm going out for a change of pace."
"Moreover, some things will rust if they are not used for a long time."
Shen Jiuxu listened to his words without refuting them. Seeing that someone was watching outside, he went back to the kitchen to continue making his porridge, hoping that the taste wouldn't be too bad this time, otherwise he might get scolded again when Zhou Yongyin came back.
"What is that, and it's rusty?"
Lian Quesheng casually grabbed a chair, crossed his legs, and lay down on it. "Tell your young master Lian to pay for another one, no, ten more."
Jiang Yu: ......
"Xian Chen Sword." Jiang Yu's tone was very light, sounding no different from ordinary speech.
"Who offended you again?" Lian Quesheng paused for a moment, then gasped. "Don't take what I just said to heart. We've been friends for so many years, Jiang Yu. I think you know that I like to joke around."
Even if you gave him another Bailuzhou, he still couldn't afford the Xianchen Sword.
Jiang Yu didn't speak, but propped his arms on the table. He had failed to ascend back then in Shen Wuke, a place that held too many memories for him. If he didn't completely resolve what happened last time, he was afraid he would never be able to ascend again.
"Nobody."
"I just had an itch to do it."
Since that day, he had put the Xianchen Sword back in its box. Now, Jiang Yu's body had recovered a lot thanks to the spiritual energy that Shen Jiuxu had transferred. He stretched out his hand, and the box containing the Xianchen Sword flew out of the collection bag automatically. When he opened his eyes again, the Xianchen Sword was already in his hand.
The sword was still pure white. The moment it appeared, Lian Quesheng braced himself for a beating, but he heard no sound. Xian Chenjian, who always chattered and cursed at him whenever he saw him, became quiet and silent.
"You... is this body really capable of wielding the Xianchen Sword?"
Seeing this, Lian Quesheng asked with concern, and Jiang Yu shook his head, "It will take a while longer."
"But it hasn't come out for a long time; it's not good for it to stay cooped up inside all the time."
As the two were talking, Xi Chuang came out of the house dressed neatly. Lu Buwen and Lian Chisu had been called away by several sect leaders and did not stay here.
Xi Chuang and Lian Quesheng happened to sleep in the same room last night. Jiang Yu is blind and doesn't know about the secret between the two.
"Cough cough—"
Lian Que suddenly started coughing violently, and Xi Chuang quickly ran behind him and patted him a few times. "Master, what's wrong? Is your throat uncomfortable?"
"Cough cough cough cough—" "Cough cough cough—"
"...You...I'm fine, I'm fine."
Lian Quesheng's face turned red as soon as he saw him. "What are you doing with a sword? Are you going to practice swordsmanship? Hurry up and go. This place isn't big, and Jiang Yu and I still need to talk. Why don't you go practice in the backyard? Hurry up, it'll get hot soon and it won't be good to practice swordsmanship."
"Does Master dislike me?"
After Lian Quesheng finished speaking, he picked up his cup, seemingly to drink water, but actually used it to cover his face. Hearing Xi Chuang's overly blunt words, he spat out a mouthful of tea.
Jiang Yu didn't have time to dodge and was about to suffer an undeserved disaster when Shen Jiuxu, who was far away in the kitchen, put his arm around his waist and led him to the kitchen door.
"Lian Quesheng!" Shen Jiuxu put Jiang Yu down and looked up at the culprit.
"I...I didn't mean to!" Lian Quesheng shook his hand so hard it was almost a blur. "It really wasn't intentional, it was just an accident, please don't mind it."
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yu hadn't figured out what had happened yet. "What did Xi Chuang do to you? Why are you reacting so strongly?"
"It's nothing!" Lian Quesheng said loudly, "Nothing at all. This water is too cold; it'll give me a stomachache. I'm leaving now. Call me when it's time to eat!"
Xi Chuang stared at his running figure for a while before sitting down. Jiang Yu keenly sensed a strange atmosphere and tugged at Shen Jiuxu's clothes. "Why don't you go see Lian Quesheng? He's always been too straightforward."
"Don't come to see me."
Lian Quesheng had disappeared somewhere, but his voice still drifted over from a distance, "I can manage on my own."
“Then I’m going to practice my sword.” Xichuang’s voice was low. “Young Master Jiang, if Master asks, just say that what happened last night was a misunderstanding and that he shouldn’t take it too seriously. If he’s still angry with me, Xichuang is willing to apologize with a thorn in his side. As long as Master is satisfied, that’s fine.”
The young man had a handsome face and a small wound on his lip. Shen Jiuxu's eyes flickered a few times, and he pulled Jiang Yu's hand even tighter.
Jiang Yu was surprised by the movement coming from his palm. His eyes widened and he started tugging at Chen Jiuxu's sleeve again.
"Oh, okay, then go ahead. I'll talk to Lian Quesheng when he gets back," Jiang Yu said without thinking.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Young Master Jiang. My master listens to you and Young Master Shen the most, and he only considers you as friends. He can tell you anything. Zishan and I are just ordinary disciples. Xichuang will never do anything presumptuous again."
Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu exchanged a silent glance. Although some people couldn't see it, a familiar feeling still spread through their hearts at the same time. The tone, the words, the expression—it was exactly the same as described in the book!
When did Xi Chuang go to the brothel to study?
"I will definitely convey the message." Shen Jiuxu was always eager to watch the drama unfold, but at this distance, the person hiding in the tree should have heard everything clearly, so there was no need for them to worry.
Xi Chuang naturally knew this as well. After saying this, he lingered in place for a while, but still no one came over. His face became noticeably gloomy.
"I apologize for bothering you these past few days. I just spoke with some of my junior brothers from Xingchenque, and they said they are still waiting for me to return to the sect to teach them. So I won't bother you any longer. However, my grandfather hasn't returned yet. When he does, I would appreciate it if Young Master Jiang could convey my gratitude. I will never forget his hospitality these past few days."
"ah?"
"Who, who wants to leave?" Zhou Yongyin's voice was even faster than his movements. "You've only been here a few days and you're already leaving? You're not even fully recovered yet. Wait until you're fully healed before you leave. Nobody is allowed to leave."
“Grandfather, the main problem is that there are many things to do at Star Palace, and as a disciple, I cannot stay outside for long.”
When Xi Chuang saw the person return with a basket full of red fruit, he immediately stepped forward and took it from him.
"I'll definitely come back when I have time. My master is still angry with me and refuses to see me. I'll have to trouble my grandfather to take care of him these next few days. He's been working hard for a while, his old ailment has flared up again, and he's quite weak and irritable. If there's anything..."
Lian Quesheng felt like he was cursing himself in his heart. As a master, did he really need a disciple to worry about him? This little brat was ruining his reputation. Besides, he hadn't said anything about it. What did Xi Chuang have to feel wronged about?
He... he touched him!
He was the one who suffered the loss, so why was he pretending? Lian Quesheng really couldn't understand it. He was clearly stronger than him in cultivation and was also his master in terms of seniority. Although he was sometimes a bit unreliable, but... why did he end up like this?
He's already lying down!
"Master is a good person—"
"Shut up."
Lian Quesheng leaped down from the tree in a fierce manner. Xi Chuang, fearing he would fall, disregarded everything, stretched out his arms and lay down below, intending to catch him. Lian Quesheng rolled his eyes and jumped to the side, only to bump into the box containing the Xianchen sword, resulting in a large, round bump on his head.
"Did I tell you to go back to Starry Sky Palace? Jiang Yu just said he was leaving, and you're going back too? Why are you all so contradictory every day?"
Lian Quesheng cursed and rubbed the bump on his head, "Besides, there are plenty of elders in Xingchenque. Ye Zishan and the others have their own masters and senior brothers. Do they need you to teach them?"
"Even my only apprentice, Quesheng, hasn't fallen to this level."
"So, Master accepted it? Master isn't angry with me anymore?" Upon hearing this, Xichuang burst into tears, her face streaked with tears. Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu exchanged bewildered glances. "So, what exactly happened between the two of them?"
"Accept my ass, get lost." Lian Quesheng shoved the man aside. "Didn't you want to practice swordsmanship? Go practice, and if you can't master it, don't become my apprentice."
Xi Chuang picked up his sword and left, looking back every few steps. Zhou Yongyin, having overheard their conversation, now turned his attention to Jiang Yu, whose eyes were still not fully healed but who was already running around, and Shen Jiuxu, who wasn't paying attention to him properly. "What's going on with you two? Where are you planning to go?"
“Grandfather, Shen Wuke has some matters waiting for me to attend to. It will only take a few days. Once they are resolved, Jiuxu and I will return.” Jiang Yu said gently, “Such a large sect has many matters to attend to. How can the sect leader not go back to check on things?”
Zhou Yongyin was caught up in his rambling conversation, and even though he was reluctant to leave, he could only agree, "Wait until we have a meal before you go. I've already killed the chicken."
"Okay." Jiang Yu said with a smile. Zhou Yongyin glared at him and Shen Jiuxu, then turned and went back to the kitchen, leaving Lian Quesheng and the other two staring at each other as if they were being interrogated.
"What happened to the west window?" Jiang Yu asked first.
Shen Jiuxu followed closely behind. Although he didn't speak, his condemning gaze clearly showed his stance.
"I really didn't do anything. It was clearly him. He helped me with that thing, and then... he even mocked me for not knowing anything."
"I...I'm just too serious."
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Author's note: Lian Quesheng: [Angry] Do I look happy to you?
Jiang Yu: (With a serious expression) Yes.
Shen Jiuxu: (With a serious expression) Like.
West Window: (in a weak voice) I don't know if Master is happy or not, but I am very happy.
(Whispering reminder: Don't stand up backwards.)
I'll slowly make up for the missing words, but I don't know when I'll finish. I wish I had lots of arms like an octopus! [crying emoji]
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