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Fu Lanting did not answer.
Just as he had feared.
In the suffocatingly silent atmosphere, the anger on his face slowly faded away. Fu Lanting looked directly at Jiang Qiying, his eyes calm and without any waves, only the ups and downs of his voice remained.
"What do you want to say?"
"I just want to ask Master."
"I told you, this was added by a good friend from the Jiyue Immortal Sect."
"But the people of the Jiyue Immortal Sect never like to carve rivers on their ornaments. They prefer grasslands."
Jiang Qiying's fingertips sank into his palm, causing severe pain, but he felt nothing. He just looked at the master in front of him, and suddenly felt a sense of strangeness for a moment.
In terms of the friendship between master and disciple, and the time they spent together, he and Fu Lanting had a longer relationship than Lin Bozhou and Jiang Zhaoyue.
At a young age, he became Fu Lanting's disciple and became the only disciple of Master Qi Ling. It has remained so for so many years.
Neither of them was good at speaking, and there were no particularly affectionate moments between them, but for Jiang Qiying, his master was like his father, the closest person to him in this world.
No matter what happened, he never hid it from Fu Lanting.
But today, he saw such a jade pendant on his master.
They were too familiar with each other. Fu Lanting was familiar with this disciple, so he knew that he was moved without knowing it. Jiang Qiying was also familiar with his master, so she could easily hear the hidden meaning in his words.
If it was really a gift from a friend, why hide it from him?
The reason why he was kept in the dark was simply because the owner of the jade pendant, or the person represented by the jade pendant, was related to him.
He had been saying that Jiang Zhaoyue was not a good person, that she was not suitable for him, and that she had been lying to him, but he treasured her jade pendant and wore it around his waist with no one knowing.
Jiang Qiying found it difficult to describe his feelings at the moment. He just felt that the inner demon suddenly emerged from his heart, baring its fangs and claws, wanting to devour him.
But Fu Lanting was speechless.
He didn't know how to explain it to his disciples.
Said Jiang Zhaoyue forced him? Not to mention Jiang Qiying, he himself didn't believe it. How could a mere young disciple coerce him, the Qiling Master?
As for starting from the beginning, perhaps he was wrong from that day on. He shouldn't have brought Jiang Zhaoyue to his Chonghua Palace, which led to him making one mistake after another and becoming unable to stop.
But his silence was seen as acquiescence in Jiang Qiying's eyes.
The light in his eyes dimmed little by little. After a long time, Fu Lanting finally heard his voice. It was dry and low, sounding like a question, but also like self-blame.
"Why? Master."
"If you are interested in Junior Sister Jiang, why don't you tell me? Why do you have to do it this way? You are the closest person to me in this world."
There was a long silence before Fu Lanting spoke.
"It's not what you think."
"What is that?" Jiang Qiying took a step forward and looked directly into his eyes, his surging emotions almost pouring out of his eyes.
Blood was dripping from between his fingers in his clenched hands, but he was unaware.
"Did Master force Junior Sister Jiang, or did Junior Sister also... also have a connection with Master?"
When saying these words, Jiang Qiying couldn't even tell what he was saying, and he didn't know which answer he wanted.
Fu Lanting frowned deeply and pressed his lips into a straight line.
"Jiang Qiying, am I such a villain in your heart?"
"Disciple dare not."
Jiang Qiying suddenly lowered his gaze, closing it in pain. He spoke in a much softer voice, "You are as deep as a mountain in my heart. I have never thought of you this way."
But the jade pendant was a fact, and it was also a fact that Fu Lanting had hidden it from him.
He never wanted to assume the worst of his closest master, but Fu Lanting couldn't even give him an explanation.
At this moment, he didn't even know how to face Jiang Zhaoyue.
If they didn't have a telepathic connection, if it was Master who forced him, how would Junior Sister Jiang view him?
Is this incident also part of the resentment?
What was her mood when she talked to him, pain or helplessness?
Jiang Qiying had no idea of all this, and even thinking back on it, he found it cruel.
Fu Lanting could more or less guess what he was thinking, but he didn't know how to explain it. To be honest, Jiang Qiying couldn't possibly believe that Junior Sister Jiang, whom he trusted so much, had taken the initiative to seduce his master.
If it is a lie, then it will require countless lies to cover it up.
He was not a talkative person. If Jiang Qiying asked, and Jiang Zhaoyue said a few more eloquent words, his disciple would probably think even more.
Thinking of this, Fu Lanting took a deep breath and could only cut the Gordian knot quickly, suppressing everything first, and said in a calm voice: "You should leave. Don't see Jiang Zhaoyue again recently."
Jiang Qiying lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then turned and walked out of Chonghua Hall.
He did not look up at his master again, nor did he say anything, and for the first time he did not even salute.
Fu Lanting closed his eyes and sat quietly for a long time, then he disappeared in the Chonghua Hall.
On the other side, the Yunmiao Immortal Sect.
Jiang Zhaoyue won the Tianyan Dao Fruit, once again establishing himself as a candidate.
Luo Huaiyin should have been still angry about his failure in the fight, but he seemed to have something heavier on his mind, and even had to put aside his failure in the fight for the Tianyan Dao Fruit for the time being.
While the headmaster's group was celebrating, Luo Huaiyin's group seemed silent and unusually quiet.
The several trusted disciples summoned by Luo Huaiyin thought that their senior brother wanted to discuss with them how to deal with the Tianyan Dao Fruit, or that he had some plan to target the headmaster's faction. However, when they arrived at Luo Huaiyin's yard, they found that their senior brother was staring at Xueying in the yard in a daze.
One of his fellow apprentices called him twice before pulling him out of his trance.
"Brother, did you call us here to discuss something important?"
"Um."
Luo Huaiyin nodded with a calm expression, as if he was thinking about something. He placed his fingers on the table, tapped twice, and then spoke.
"Draw me a list of outstanding single nuns you know and have seen."
"ah?"
The others thought they had misheard. One of the sisters looked blankly and said, "Brother, are you saying you want to see the picture of the female monk?"
She had a look that said, "Senior brother has been possessed by another spirit."
Luo Huaiyin took a quick glance and knew what they were thinking.
But since they were all his trusted aides, he had no intention of hiding anything, so he said frankly, "Why? I can't find a Taoist companion? I'm also of age, your senior brother, and I'd like to see if there are any outstanding women. What's the problem?"
"no problem."
Everyone put away their astonished looks. The junior sister who had just spoken cleared her throat and asked seriously, "If Senior Brother wants to form a bond, it's a big deal. With Senior Brother's status and talent, he's worthy of any woman. We can't just do it casually. I wonder what kind of woman Senior Brother likes?"
Luo Huaiyin narrowed his eyes slightly, and said calmly and calmly: "Better than Jiang Zhaoyue is enough."
“…”
"What? Is there no woman in this world who is better than Jiang Zhaoyue?"
"That's not the case."
Junior Sister wiped the sweat from her forehead and tried to make her voice sound steady, not too biased towards Jiang Zhaoyue:
"It's just that Junior Sister Zhaoyue is the master's disciple. As you know, there aren't many female disciples among the masters of the seven great immortal sects..."
Luo Huaiyin frowned: "Then remove the identity issue."
"good."
The junior sister breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took out a stack of portraits from her ring. Seeing everyone's strange looks, she smiled awkwardly and explained, "To be honest, senior brother, portraits of beautiful women are good, and I usually like to look at them."
What she didn't dare to say was that there were many portraits of Junior Sister Jiang in her ring.
One picture can sell for a lot of spirit stones. After all, many people like Junior Sister Jiang.
Luo Huaiyin didn't care about all that mess, and he didn't necessarily want to find a Taoist partner. He just wanted to prove that there was someone better than Jiang Zhaoyue. If he met more outstanding women, he might understand that Jiang Zhaoyue was just so-so.
However, when his junior sister took out the first portrait, he frowned and said, "This one isn't as pretty as Jiang Zhaoyue's."
In fact, the woman in the portrait is very beautiful and is no less beautiful than Junior Sister Jiang.
But since Luo Huaiyin said so, the junior sister had no choice but to turn the page.
"These eyes are not as big as hers."
"This one isn't as tall as her."
"Is this a cultivator from the Dianxing Immortal Sect? His talent isn't as high as hers."
"It's obvious that this person isn't as smart as her..."
“…”
The junior sister looked through more than a dozen portraits, but he rejected them all with various reasons.
In the end, she sighed and said quietly, "Brother, admit it, Junior Sister Jiang may not be the best, but in your heart, she is the best. It's not that others can't compare to her, but in your heart, no one else can compare to her."
Luo Huaiyin's expression froze, and after a while, he tried to hide his mistake, "That's simply because she is indeed a formidable opponent."
Junior Sister sighed again: "If we are just rivals, why do you have to use Junior Sister Jiang's standards to choose a Taoist partner? Anyway, I will not use the standards of an enemy to choose a Taoist partner."
“…”
Luo Huaiyin was speechless.
After a while, seeing that his confidants were silent, he also remained silent for a long time, and then he answered in a low voice with almost no emotion:
"Between Jiang Zhaoyue and I, only one of us is destined to reach the top. We won't become Taoist companions, nor will we have any feelings for each other. There's only winning and losing between us."
His voice was different from all the other times. It was firm, persistent, and indifferent, with a kind of unswerving and indomitable belief in moving forward.
I tell them, but it also feels like I’m telling it to myself.
Several confidants looked at each other and sighed, but no one said anything. They just looked at the determination in his eyes without saying a word.
They could all see some clues, but Senior Brother Luo had chosen the path himself, and no one could change it.
…
Jiang Zhaoyue had no idea what the other two people in the trio were feeling, how they were struggling, and how much pain they were suffering.
After drinking a few cups with her fellow junior brothers and sisters, she came to her master's Boyuan residence.
But before she entered the yard, she felt a tightness on her shoulder, and then she was dragged to a corner, on a quiet path not far from Boyuan Residence.
A handsome and familiar face appeared before my eyes.
Jiang Zhaoyue had just drunk some wine and her face was slightly flushed. When she saw him, there was a hint of joy in her smile.
Her voice was as gentle as a silk thread, "Master, are you looking for me again?"
This time, Fu Lanting really came to see her.
His face was slightly gloomy, with a hint of depression between his brows. It seemed that he had encountered some difficult problem, which made him so reckless that he even took the risk of stopping her outside Boyuanju to talk to her in private.
There was no one around. Fu Lanting's brows relaxed slightly. After a few breaths of silence, he whispered, "Jiang Qiying found the jade pendant. He might have recognized it as yours. He misunderstood."
"Oh? What did he misunderstand?"
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't care about his coercion at all. She just looked at him with interest and pretended to listen.
Seeing her like this, Fu Lanting felt his anger rising again, but he was a powerful man after all, so he would not let his emotions out so easily. He suppressed his anger and said:
"He misunderstood me and you..."
The words were not finished, but Jiang Zhaoyue already understood.
The excitement in her eyes deepened.
"How exciting! Master, you came to me today to confirm this matter?"
"Of course not!"
Fu Lanting took a deep breath, and then spoke faster: "I want to advance the previous transaction. I can't wait for three months. You can make another request."
Jiang Zhaoyue listened to him finish, but just pinched her fingertips lightly, looking a little aggrieved, "Even a person like the master is going to go back on his word?"
Of course, Fu Lanting didn't want to contradict himself. Keeping one's word is the demeanor of a strong man.
But this matter is really different. There have been too many accidents recently. I don’t know what will happen in three months.
Jiang Qiying is stubborn and easily broken. He cannot explain this matter to him clearly. If he wants to solve it, Jiang Zhaoyue must come in person.
But today is different from before.
It was no longer like the first time they met, when she was completely inferior and could only crawl in front of him and let him take charge.
Now it was Fu Lanting who begged her.
Now it was this high and mighty Qi Ling Master, who looked down upon ants, who asked her to do so.
Jiang Zhaoyue's lips curved into a wide arc, and he smiled without any restraint. His smile was both lingering and cold.
"Then why do you think I would help you? Is it because I like you? But times have changed. In the past, I regarded you as a god and wanted to seek your mercy, but now, I just want to see the master humble himself and please me."
She caressed his face, her eyes full of joy.
"Please me, Master. If I am happy, I will help you explain."
"Jiang Zhaoyue——"
Fu Lanting suppressed the anger in his voice and his eyes were extremely cold.
He was already very close to her for fear of being discovered, and now he moved even closer to her, his hands on her neck.
His eyes were as cold as ice as he looked down at the woman under his palm, and his strength gradually tightened.
"Did I ever tell you not to try to provoke me?"
"Then you kill me."
She still smiled, unrestrainedly.
"You should have killed me that time in Chonghua Palace. You didn't kill me. Didn't you think that this would happen today? If you really had no feelings, why did you feel guilty? Why didn't you dare to tell the truth to Jiang Qiying?"
"You are his most trusted master. If you could explain why you feel he would definitely believe me and not you, why? It's simply because you have something to hide. Master, if you have nothing in your eyes, what are you afraid of?"
Fu Lanting's hand trembled and he unconsciously let go of her neck.
Jiang Zhaoyue slowly stroked the light pinch marks on his neck, his voice already a little colder.
"Admit it, you like it too. When I get close to you, do you really feel disgusted? You're pretending to be in pain as a disciple. How much of this struggle is for Jiang Qiying, and how much is it for you? Master, can you tell the difference?"
Fu Lanting's breathing quickened slightly, and after a while, he whispered, "Shut up."
He calmed himself down, took a few deep breaths, and then said firmly, "Of course I did it for Jiang Qiying."
"If it's for him, then you can kill me now."
Jiang Zhaoyue deliberately showed an innocent look, raised her chin slightly, and brought the red mark on her slender neck to his eyes.
Looking fragile.
"You can break my neck right now, and I won't be able to charm your disciples anymore."
Fu Lanting stared at her neck for a while, and managed to lower his voice: "You are Lin Bozhou's disciple, otherwise do you think I would condone your offense again and again?"
"Excuse."
Jiang Zhaoyue crossed his fingers and placed them on his chin.
Her eyes and eyebrows are so beautiful that even when she says bad words or shows a bad expression, she is still as beautiful as a painting.
"You are the dignified Qi Ling Master. If you want to kill someone, let alone Lin Bozhou, even if everyone in the world stops you, even if the world is against you, what does it matter? Will you compromise?"
"Just because of a friend, can you give up? I gave you so many chances, why didn't you kill me quietly?"
She moved forward, but Fu Lanting unconsciously took a step back.
Jiang Zhaoyue's green fingertips touched his chest, like a stone thrown into a lake.
She smiled, as if seeing through him, "Master, you can't bear to kill me."
Fu Lanting took several steps back, feeling that the tranquility of the past was suddenly broken by a single sentence.
Of course he doesn't like Jiang Zhaoyue.
Such an acquaintance, such a gap in status, such a relationship and her bad temper.
His dislike is natural and logical.
But when Jiang Zhaoyue said these words, he couldn't say firmly that what she said was wrong, it was all her imagination and had nothing to do with him.
It is true that he did not kill Jiang Zhaoyue, it is true that he chose to make a deal with her even though he clearly hated her so much, it is also true that he was extremely resistant in his heart but still abided by the agreement and wore the jade pendant on his body when she could not see him.
Why did he agree to her? Why did he repeatedly find a junior to warn her? Why didn't he just solve it directly when they met for the first time?
For some reason there is no answer.
Fu Lanting denied her words in his heart, but he couldn't refute her calmly on the surface.
He was in charge of a region and his mind had never wavered. Only at this moment, for a split second, he doubted in his heart whether it was really as Jiang Zhaoyue said, that what he did was not entirely for his disciples, but was selfish.
Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him with a smile, even with a strange tenderness, as if the person who had just been forcing her was not herself.
Fu Lanting's face remained silent for a long time, and he finally took a deep breath and suppressed all his emotions.
After all, he had the cunning of a powerful man. After a while, his tone returned to being cold, arrogant and unapproachable.
"You're just being eloquent. Do you think you can provoke me with just a few words? I didn't come here today to tell you this. Perhaps you're right. I was too kind to you before, and you took advantage of me."
"Everything that happened today was caused by you. Whether you like it or not, if you don't explain it clearly to Jiang Qiying, even if your master is standing here, I will not let you go."
After saying this, he seemed to remember something, and his expression became even more disgusted.
"Also, I haven't come to terms with you for tricking Jiang Qiying into giving him a curse. Not a single word of truth comes from your lips. I doubt Lin Bozhou knew his disciple was such a despicable, scheming person."
Jiang Zhaoyue listened to him quietly, then showed an expression of admiration and liking, and praised: "Master, you are so powerful. You can threaten people."
This intimate tone, like praising a child, successfully made the frown on Fu Lanting's brow disappear again.
He interrupted her before she could continue praising him, and said sternly, "Do you think I'm joking with you?"
"How could that be? I was really praising you."
Jiang Zhaoyue even looked in the direction of Bo Yuanju and raised his chin to him very generously.
"My Master is here today. If you want to complain, Master, you can go now. Tell me everything I've done, including how I've deceived you with sweet words, seduced you shamelessly, and tried to take advantage of you. How can I stop you from doing anything you want?"
She smiled happily.
Without waiting for Fu Lanting to answer, she suddenly hooked the corner of his clothes with her little finger, stood on tiptoe and moved closer, sniffed gently, and looked at him with blinking eyes: "It smells so good, did you specially burn incense to come to see me, Master?"
Fu Lanting naturally pulled back the corner of his clothes immediately, but he was speechless at her straightforward and shameless attitude. He looked away and scolded, "Shameless."
"Yes, yes, I don't care about shame. I just want the Master."
His verbal attacks were so weak to Jiang Zhaoyue that she could even regard them as flirting, let alone a quarrel.
Fu Lanting didn't realize that every time he saw Jiang Zhaoyue, he would push his limits. In his eyes, it seemed normal for this woman to do anything excessive.
She did everything that Fu Lanting was taboo and disgusted with, but she was still alive.
So now he clearly came to Jiang Zhaoyue to resolve Jiang Qiying's issue, but he didn't know from when the topic had gone off track.
Fu Lanting made threatening remarks but did not actually go to Boyuanju to make everything clear.
Jiang Zhaoyue was like a pool of warm water, slowly boiling this arrogant frog bit by bit.
As they were talking, voices suddenly came from the end of the path, coming closer and closer.
He was probably a disciple of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect who was passing by here.
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't react yet, but she saw Fu Lanting's face tense a little. He grabbed her shoulders and went deeper into the trees and flowers in an instant.
The two of them stood still in the dense flowers, and the disciples of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect on the path walked by, chatting and laughing, and gradually walked away.
Fu Lanting waited until they were far away before pulling Jiang Zhaoyue out again.
During this time, he was paying attention to the actions of others, but Jiang Zhaoyue kept looking at him.
Not until all the sounds faded away did Fu Lanting come to his senses and look at her. She approached him with an ambiguous, vague, and lingering smile, and said with interest, "Master Master, you came to visit my master, and on the way you saw a friend's disciple, so you stopped and asked, 'Do we need to hide in this situation?'"
Fu Lanting's expression froze.
"Only those who have an affair feel guilty. They would want to hide when they see someone because they have something to hide. Why would you feel guilty?"
Jiang Zhaoyue stared into his eyes, not missing a single emotion in them. Her tone became more and more gentle as she became more excited.
"You want to have an affair with me, right? You like doing it secretly like this, it's very exciting."
"Shut up!"
No normal person could remain calm after hearing such words.
Even though Jiang Zhaoyue had no sense of shame, even to the almighty Master Qi Ling, he did.
What's more, he really had no way to defend his actions just now.
Why hide? His first thought was to avoid being discovered.
"Admit it, you obviously enjoyed it."
The excitement in Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes was not concealed, but his expression showed a bit of grievance, and even his voice was tinged with a hint of tenderness.
Her eyes were bright, happy and expectant on her smiling face.
"As long as you're willing, we can do this secretly. I won't tell Jiang Qiying, and I won't tell my master. No one will know. I won't tell anyone, okay?"
"not good!"
Fu Lanting couldn't even look directly into her bright eyes. He quickly pushed her body away and slowed down his breathing before he could barely maintain a cold tone.
"You are Lin Bozhou's disciple. Do you know that this will ruin your reputation?"
It was as if he was speaking to himself.
It was as if he was warning himself not to get involved with his friend's disciples.
If you have the courage, there is nothing to be afraid of against the world, but the most difficult thing to overcome is the mountain in your own heart.
Morality and shame are like shackles that lock everyone tightly, preventing people from deviating from the norm and acting recklessly.
This is the main reason why Fu Lanting resists.
Not just for Jiang Qiying.
"But I don't care."
"I care."
Fu Lanting seemed to tell himself again in his heart to abide by his Dao heart. He rarely spoke in a cold tone, nor did he show an expression of disgust or resistance. Instead, he changed his approach.
Like a real elder.
"Jiang Zhaoyue, I don't know why you've developed such a temper. You're the pride of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect, the one Lin Bozhou favors as his successor. Countless people have high hopes for you. Your reputation, your name, everything about you is more important than you think. Cherish your life now."
He spoke seriously, but the woman in front of him suddenly laughed, as if he had said something funny.
Fu Lanting frowned at her: "Do you think what I said is ridiculous?"
"I'm just a little surprised that such words would come out of your mouth."
Jiang Zhaoyue tucked her hair behind her ears, her eyes clear. She was not wavering because of what he said, nor was she impulsive and confused like a young person.
She just smiled at him calmly and easily.
"Back then, a Grand Elder of the Qiling Immortal Sect accused you of abusing your power for personal gain and violating the sect's ironclad rules. What did you do? You killed him because he slandered you, saying that the strong are respected and the weak are the ones spreading rumors. How dare the Qiling Immortal Sect's leader, who fought through blood and fire and tolerated no disobedience, actually tell me about other people's opinions?"
"Do you care what others think?"
"Who dares to spread rumors about you to your face?"
"Even if you are condemned by thousands of people, will you back down?"
Each of her questions pointed directly into Fu Lanting's heart as his gaze grew increasingly gloomy.
"Stop making excuses, Master. You've said so much, why don't you just face your heart? What others think of you is none of your business."
I have to say, her eloquence is really excellent.
Fu Lanting couldn't find any words to refute for a moment. After a long silence, he could only say: "I don't like you."
"oh."
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't care about what he said at all.
She still smiled tenderly, "I don't care. I told you, I don't care what others think, including you."
"you……"
"What are you talking about?"
Fu Lanting had just started to speak when he was suddenly interrupted by a voice. His face suddenly froze and he turned around somewhat unnaturally, and saw Lin Bozhou walking towards him with a smile on his face.
He probably didn't hear what was said before, and laughed, "Fu Lanting, you won't come to bully my disciple again, will you? Don't be so petty. Jiang Qiying volunteered to help Zhaoyue. If you want to blame someone, blame your own disciple, but don't bother my disciple."
Fu Lanting's slightly stiff expression returned to normal. He pursed his lips. Feeling somewhat guilty, he didn't argue with Lin Bozhou. Instead, he deliberately replied in a normal voice, "I didn't bully your disciple. We just met on the road and exchanged a few words. I'm looking for you."
"That's more like it."
Lin Bozhou walked up to them, and his gaze at Jiang Zhaoyue softened a bit. He said lovingly, "If someone bullies you, tell Master."
Fu Lanting had clearly threatened her before to tell Lin Bozhou everything, but at this moment, he was a little nervous and looked at Jiang Zhaoyue, afraid that he would hear the hidden secret about the two of them from her.
Fortunately, Jiang Zhaoyue didn't expose her. She just smiled and glanced at Fu Lanting, then said softly, "Master, the master didn't bully me. Master, don't worry. The master even invited me to visit the Qiling Immortal Sect."
"Really?" Lin Bozhou looked at Fu Lanting suspiciously and chuckled, "Can you still be so kind?"
Fu Lanting had no way to refute, nor did he dare to say more, fearing that he would see something, so he just said vaguely: "Yeah."
"Well, it seems you also know that my disciple is likable, much better than your boring disciple."
Lin Bozhou praised his own disciple, and did not forget to criticize his friend's disciple. Finally, he remembered something and said to Jiang Zhaoyue:
"Don't always call him 'Sir', it's really troublesome. Although Fu Lanting has a cold temper, he's a nice person. From now on, just call him... well, call him 'Uncle Master'. Hey, remember, when I'm not around, take good care of my disciples."
The latter sentence was said to Fu Lanting.
Jiang Zhaoyue had always been a good disciple, so he naturally obeyed and immediately said softly to Fu Lanting, "Hello, Uncle Master."
Her voice had a girlish sweetness, different from the way it sounded when she spoke to him alone.
Fu Lanting had no way to refute anything, and was even more afraid of revealing some flaws, so he just said "hmm".
However, it was this "hmm" that made Lin Bozhou suddenly raise his eyebrows and look at him with a bit of strangeness.
"What happened to you today?"
In the past, they would always argue with each other, and even mock him for doting on his disciples, but today, no one said anything.
This is not like Fu Lanting's temperament.
Fu Lanting was aroused by his question. He raised his head and glanced at Lin Bozhou, his tone cold and calm: "Why? If I don't scold you, you still think I'm weird?"
"Okay, that's normal."
Lin Bozhou finally withdrew his puzzled gaze, turned around and said to his disciple with a smile: "Don't think that he has been acting strangely recently. Master, let me tell you, this guy has finally blossomed..."
"Lin Bozhou!"
A burning sensation spread across Fu Lanting's face, but due to his high cultivation level, he was able to control the redness that was appearing.
But he still felt ashamed when he told this embarrassing thing that required a thousand lies to cover up in front of the person involved.
Unfortunately, his friends could not sense his embarrassment and just thought that he was acting like usual. It was not something to be ashamed of. Although it was rare for the leader of the Qi Ling Xian Sect to have someone he liked, there was no need to hide it.
So his smile deepened, and he continued, "What's there to be shy about? Is it because you can't show your feelings to others?"
Fu Lanting felt like he was being blamed. He was at a loss for words, and he didn't know how to stop Lin Bozhou from talking about it. So he said vaguely, "Don't talk about this in front of the kids."
"My Terutsuki is already an excellent adult."
Lin Bozhou glanced at him with some pride, and his eyes were still full of doting when he looked at Jiang Zhaoyue.
"I wanted to ask my disciple to give you some advice. Since we're all girls, maybe we have some common preferences. Since you don't want it, forget it. I still have to say it."
After that, he ignored Fu Lanting and said to Jiang Zhaoyue, "Let's go to the Master's courtyard to talk."
After walking a few steps, he remembered Fu Lanting and added, "You should come too. If you don't want to visit me, I don't know what's going on."
Fu Lanting was silent for a moment, but because of what they had just agreed on, he had no excuse to leave immediately, so they had to go to Boyuanju in Lin Bozhou together.
Jiang Zhaoyue is two extremes in front of him and in front of Lin Bozhou.
She was unscrupulous, wantonly provoking him, and had no scruples, but in front of Lin Bozhou, she was always well-behaved and obedient, with her eyes full of her master, and she was always the bright, gentle, and flawless eldest sister Jiang Zhaoyue of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect.
Fu Lanting couldn't even tell whether she was pretending to be too good or really loved her master that much.
Perhaps it was because the difference was too great that the warm daily life of this master and disciple seemed uncomfortable to him.
Lin Bozhou would always add "my Zhaoyue" to everything he said, and Jiang Zhaoyue would then reveal a well-behaved, dependent, and quiet smile. Even though she was already the eldest senior sister of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect, she still stuck to him like a little girl.
The three people said ten sentences, and nine of them were praising Jiang Zhaoyue.
After finally finishing his praise, Lin Bozhou left him with a cold remark: "What do you want from me? Get out of here now."
Fortunately, Fu Lanting was used to it. He thought about it and immediately found something to tell him.
"The Qiling Xianzong's Spirit Cleansing Realm is about to open. Do you want to give you a few spots?"
"Sure." Lin Bozhou nodded, and then said, "Is it worth it for you to come here in person for such a small matter?"
Before Fu Lanting could concentrate, he heard him say, "It just so happens that I'm going to be in seclusion for a while recently. There's been some unrest in the Yunmiao Immortal Sect. Look, my Zhaoyue at least calls you Uncle Master, so I want to entrust her to you. How about you help me take care of her for a while and let her go to your Qiling Immortal Sect to practice?"
Fu Lanting's worries finally hung in his heart. He even suspected that Lin Bozhou was testing him.
But if you look closely, there is nothing unusual in his expression. It seems that it is just a coincidence, and they really want him to take care of the disciple for some time.
Because of what happened before, Fu Lanting was reluctant to let Jiang Zhaoyue come to him, but at the same time he knew very well that he should not refuse such a small matter.
His thoughts raced through the air, and in the quickest possible moment, he calmed his face and said without hesitation, "It's up to you, but I won't dote on my disciples like you do. Don't come to me and cry if you've been wronged."
"Don't worry, our Zhaoyue is not such a delicate woman."
Lin Bozhou smiled and touched the top of his disciple's head, his tone very cheerful: "Okay, for the time being, you go to your uncle's house first. Remember, you are not allowed to get too close to that kid Jiang Qiying."
Jiang Zhaoyue nodded and looked at Fu Lanting again, still showing an extremely well-behaved expression.
There was a faint and secret sweetness in her tone.
"Okay, thank you, uncle."
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The author has something to say: Three chapters in one.
Jiang Zhaoyue: Wow, we can live together now. Are you happy, uncle? You like to do things secretly. From now on, you can do it secretly without telling Brother Jiang.
Fu Lanting: ...
Fu Lanting: I am not Thai!
Jiang Zhaoyue: It’s okay, I am.
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