Chapter 26: Disciple and Master Three Chapters Combined into One, Please Subscribe. ...
Lin Bozhou said he wanted to go into seclusion, and he acted very quickly. After the conversation, he entrusted Jiang Zhaoyue to Fu Lanting, so that when he returned to Qi Ling Xian Zong, one person became two people.
The well-behaved and obedient "little girl" Jiang Zhaoyue returned to her evil nature after her master left.
She climbed onto the shoulders of her 'master uncle' in a frivolous manner and deliberately chuckled in his ear.
"Uncle Master, do you like me calling you that? I'm secretly telling you that behind Master and me. Master Master, you must be very excited. Look, your eyelashes are trembling."
Fu Lanting pushed her away, mercilessly saying, "I will arrange another place for you to live, also under my protection. You don't need to go to Qiling Xianzong."
Although he initially looked for Jiang Zhaoyue to ask her for an explanation, the current situation was not suitable for her to go to Qi Ling Xian Zong, and he could not explain this coincidence.
But Jiang Zhaoyue has never been an obedient person.
She immediately said, "No, I'm going to Qiling Xianzong."
She became more and more unscrupulous, or perhaps she slowly figured out Fu Lanting's personality. Under the cold gaze of the headmaster, Jiang Zhaoyue smiled broadly.
"Master asked me to go to Qiling Xianzong, not to my uncle's secluded residence. Why? Am I so shameless? Or do you want to hide a mistress in your gilded house? No way, I'm not someone you can hide a mistress in."
"That's not what I meant."
Fu Lanting was very sure that she did not fail to understand him, but was deliberately misinterpreting and distorting his words, and then expressing them in a way that would cause misunderstanding.
This is what she always likes to do.
"I don't care. I'm going to the Qiling Immortal Sect anyway. If you don't want me to, you can lock me up."
Jiang Zhaoyue even had the leisure to give him some advice.
She deliberately used a seductive tone to provoke: "You are the Qi Ling Master, a supreme being. In your eyes, I am just an ant-like cultivator. As long as you want, no matter what you do, how can I refuse? Uncle, my master is in seclusion, he won't know anything."
For a moment, Fu Lanting really wanted to lock her up and sew her mouth shut, because he knew very well what would happen if Jiang Zhaoyue appeared in the Qi Ling Xian Sect.
But he soon realized.
If he really locked her up and forced her to be imprisoned somewhere, then he would really do as she said.
It doesn't matter what the purpose is, what matters is that he did what she wanted to see.
From the moment he hid it from Lin Bozhou, all this was destined.
After a long silence, Fu Lanting calmed down, perhaps because he had compromised or had seen through her thoughts.
The ripples in his eyes dissipated, and he returned to the look he had when Jiang Zhaoyue first met him, a cold, ruthless, and calm supreme being.
He looked at Jiang Zhaoyue, brushed past the shoulder she touched, and his voice became cold.
"Then you will return to Qiling Xianzong with me. I will protect you as your master said." His eyes were indifferent, as if he was looking at an ant. "That's all."
Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes were filled with intense excitement, a feeling that seemed to be about to burst through her eye sockets and become material.
The system heard her extremely excited voice: "That's the feeling. I love him so much. I must have him. I want to see how much he cries..."
It automatically blocked the host's subsequent censored words, and even had some minor complaints against Fu Lanting.
Don’t you know? Jiang Zhaoyue likes this one. The more she resists, the more she likes it.
Unfortunately, Fu Lanting couldn't hear what was in its heart. Facing Jiang Zhaoyue's excited eyes, he didn't say anything else. He just took her to Qi Ling Xian Sect, randomly found an elder to make arrangements, and then disappeared in front of her.
Jiang Zhaoyue was not in a hurry at this moment.
After Fu Lanting left, she begged the elders to arrange a residence for her not far from Chonghua Hall.
The elder was unaware of the complicated emotional entanglement between them. Based on the fact that she was the beloved disciple of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect's master, and Master Yunmiao was a good friend of his own master, and she had also returned with the master, he readily fulfilled her request.
Jiang Zhaoyue practiced meditation in her new residence with peace of mind. It was not until the next day that Jiang Qiying learned that she had been taken back to the Qiling Immortal Sect by her master.
He didn't come to see Jiang Zhaoyue right away.
Perhaps it was due to guilt or because he didn't know how to face her, but Jiang Zhaoyue didn't wait until nightfall that night before he saw this senior brother.
When he opened the door, he lowered his eyes and didn't look at her. In the silence and the gentle evening breeze, Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him for a long time before she heard his low, suppressed voice.
"sorry."
He obviously did nothing and all this had nothing to do with him, but at this moment, because it was her, Jiang Qiying took this guilt on himself and he didn't dare to look at the woman in front of him.
He was afraid of seeing disgust, hatred, and even anger of involvement in Junior Sister Jiang's eyes.
Guilt and love are like two sides pulling each other, like roasting a person on fire.
But the questioning he had imagined did not happen.
Jiang Zhaoyue still smiled as before and welcomed him in.
"Brother Jiang, what's the matter with you calling me so late?"
Jiang Qiying suddenly looked up, his eyes were dark, deep and dim.
In just a moment, he grabbed Jiang Zhaoyue's wrist, his eyes revealing unparalleled determination.
"Junior sister, I will take you away from here."
"What?"
Jiang Zhaoyue was slightly stunned, but she saw that the man in front of her had a serious expression and was holding her hand tightly, as if he would lose her if he let go.
"Leave here, I will take you away from here, no one can stop me."
His intentions were obvious.
Jiang Zhaoyue was silent for a moment and looked up at him.
"Brother Jiang, do you like me?"
Jiang Qiying's determined expression froze for a moment, then he answered honestly, "I don't know if it's because of that 'love poison' or if I really have feelings for my junior sister."
His grip on her loosened a little, and a wry smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"When I found out about Master... at that moment, I felt like my whole being was pulled away, and everything went blank. He was my most respected Master, but at that time, I just wanted to take you away, to keep you far away."
"Junior sister, Luo Huaiyin is right, I am not qualified. I don't want anything else now, I just want you to be free. Even if it's Master, I won't let you suffer any more grievances."
So he wanted to take her away.
Jiang Qiying had thought that since she was protected by Sect Leader Yun Miao, it was not his turn to be a hero and save the beauty. However, what Sect Leader Qi Ling wanted to do and who he wanted to think of, how could a gentle and simple woman like Junior Sister Jiang stay out of trouble even with Sect Leader Yun Miao's backing?
All the love and hatred are not important, he just wants to take her away from here.
But Jiang Zhaoyue just listened to him quietly and said, "I'm sorry, I can't leave here with you."
"Why?"
"Staying in Qiling Xianzong to cultivate in seclusion is something that Master and the Master have agreed upon. I will not go against Master. The effect of the 'Love Gu' is only three months. After three months, Senior Brother will return to normal. Will you really not regret everything you did today? Senior Brother, I don't want you to regret it."
"I won't regret it!"
"I don't believe it."
Jiang Zhaoyue took her hand out of his palm, and her tone sounded calm instead.
"You don't like me, otherwise you wouldn't have rejected me before. If you don't like me, I won't use the effects of 'Love Gu' to entangle you. I am very grateful that you are willing to help me break through my heart barrier. There is no need to trouble you with other things."
Jiang Qiying felt a little confused.
When she mentioned the Love Poison, he didn't know how to answer. The effect of the Poison must be really good. When he knew that the jade pendant on his master was related to Junior Sister Jiang, he lost his composure for the first time and even felt resentment towards his master for a moment.
He didn't know if he would still feel the same as he did today in three months.
But Jiang Qiying knew very well that even if the effect of the love poison disappeared after three months, he would still hope that Junior Sister Jiang would be well and live freely every day.
Her mind was in a mess, like a thousand threads tangled together with no end in sight. After a while, Jiang Zhaoyue finally heard him say in a deep voice, "Junior Sister, how can I believe it?"
Without waiting for her to answer, Jiang Qiying spoke again, and this time, his voice was firm.
"It's not that I don't care about you, Junior Sister. It's just that my intentions were too shallow. I was afraid that one day I would hurt you, so I said that back then. But compared to now, those are things in the future. I can be sure that even three months later, I won't regret it, Junior Sister, as long as you are willing."
He was Fu Lanting's only disciple.
Even the headmaster Qi Ling would not do such a thing as stealing his disciple's wife.
Rather than being afraid of hurting Junior Sister Jiang in the future, he was more afraid of her being hurt now.
But Jiang Zhaoyue remained calm.
Her gaze remained calm throughout, and even after a moment's hesitation, she still replied, "Let me think about it, Brother."
She didn't want to, and Jiang Qiying couldn't force her to leave. He could only say to her after a moment of silence: "Okay, if you have any problems, you can always come to me."
Jiang Qiying left.
As soon as he left, Jiang Zhaoyue went to Chonghua Hall.
Of course, in order to satisfy a certain headmaster's 'liking', she went there secretly and was not seen by anyone.
As soon as they approached the Chonghua Palace area, Fu Lanting's spiritual sense discovered her.
Because Jiang Zhaoyue wanted to climb through his window.
This is the world of cultivators. Even at night, there are many people coming and going. If you are not careful, you will be seen.
If someone saw Jiang Zhaoyue climbing his window, the matter would soon become known to everyone.
So Fu Lanting immediately moved her in when she was about to climb out the window.
Before he could even open his mouth to question her, Jiang Zhaoyue sat down on the throne on his steps, experiencing the feeling of sitting alone on a high platform. She smiled and said, "Senior Brother Jiang wants to form a bond with me."
This sentence stopped Fu Lanting's questioning.
He didn't even care that Jiang Zhaoyue had taken his seat in an act of insubordination, and frowned deeply.
"What did you do again?"
"Master, this is really too much! What can I do?" Jiang Zhaoyue acted aggrieved, reclining on his throne and even rolling around until he found the most comfortable position. He then said slowly, "He came to me on his own. I didn't do anything."
Seeing Fu Lanting frowning but not saying anything, she continued, "Master, do you want me to form a pact with Senior Brother Jiang? That way, you can legitimately have an affair with your disciple's Taoist partner..."
"Shut up! Get down here!"
Fu Lanting had to stop her from continuing, after all, her words were incoherent.
"Okay, okay, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. Look how good I am to you. Whenever he asks me, I ask you. If you want me to shut up, I will shut up. Everything I do revolves around you."
Jiang Zhaoyue lay on his throne without any scruples, letting her clothes be disheveled, revealing her beautiful figure. She looked at him and said to him with a tone of longing and expectation: "Please love me too, Uncle Master."
Every time he called him "Uncle Master", he undoubtedly piqued his heartstrings, reminding Fu Lanting of the immorality behind this relationship, even though Jiang Zhaoyue was not his disciple.
He pressed his brows together, averted his gaze, and tried to speak in a calm voice.
"You said Jiang Qiying asked you to form a bond? Did you agree?"
"No, I'm asking you."
Fu Lanting said directly: "Reject him."
"It's not impossible, but what can you give me in exchange?"
Jiang Zhaoyue sat up a little, her eyes scanning his body inch by inch. Although there was no ambiguity in her expression, Fu Lanting felt that her eyes had already expressed all the ambiguous words.
She is always like this.
And he went from being furious at the beginning to being able to calmly ignore her invading gaze now.
"You're on my territory, and you're asking me what I have to offer you in exchange? Do you think I'll be deceived by your sweet talk like last time?"
"Oh? What are you going to do to me?"
Jiang Zhaoyue lay down directly on his throne, her arms open, as if ready to be dealt with by him, with a lingering tenderness in her smiling eyes.
However, it was she who was completely defenseless, while it was Fu Lanting who was tied up.
He only glanced at the woman's beautiful figure and quickly looked away.
The headmaster lowered his eyes and looked at the bricks on the ground, his tone still calm and indifferent.
"The Spirit Washing Pool will open in a few days. Even if you are a disciple of Lin Bozhou, you can't enter without my permission. In the Qiling Immortal Sect, everything must be approved by me."
It can be seen that in his interactions with Jiang Zhaoyue, he gradually learned how to play games other than using force.
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't care about the things that ordinary women would be afraid of, but Fu Lanting was not completely unaware of what she cared about, or what she was willing to make some insignificant compromises for.
As expected, the woman sitting on the throne suddenly looked unhappy, and her tone was tinged with a bit of coquettish resentment.
"Uncle Master, you are so mean. You actually threaten me with this kind of thing. Master clearly told me to take care of me."
"I am like this, what can you do?"
Fu Lanting raised his sneering eyes and looked at her mercilessly, without a trace of tenderness.
The indifference that is enough to break others' hearts cannot shake Jiang Zhaoyue's heart.
She held her chest as if she was bewitched, her voice became softer, but her words were full of aggression.
"It's so beautiful, Master Uncle's face, so imposing. I really want to see if your mouth is as stubborn as this when you cry."
The indifference on Fu Lanting's face was tinged with a hint of dark blue.
Even in today's situation, he still couldn't imagine why a woman could say such outrageous words.
Doesn't she have any sense of shame?
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't care what he thought. She stood up from the throne, walked to his side, and said with some regret: "Okay, I can refuse him, but you have to kiss me."
"Are you dreaming?"
Fu Lanting is cold and merciless.
Jiang Zhaoyue had anticipated such a situation, so when the Qi Ling Sect Master was speaking, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the side of the face in a lightning-fast manner.
The soft lips separated from the face at the first touch.
One can imagine the reaction of Master Fu, who had never been molested in such a way.
He subconsciously wanted to knock Jiang Zhaoyue out, just like when they first met.
However, the hand suddenly stopped in front of the woman's chest.
His face turned a little pale.
"Shame on you."
This is not the first time he has said this.
After Jiang Zhaoyue kissed him, she not only did not dodge, but also used her body to meet the kiss, so that his attack came to an abrupt stop.
Since becoming the most powerful master, Fu Lanting has never been so restricted.
But the woman opposite him didn't care about his insults at all, and even looked at him with pity: "Uncle Master, why do you keep repeating the same word over and over again? It's really pitiful. Do you want me to teach you?"
"Get lost."
"So fierce."
"If you don't get out of here, I'll throw you out right now."
Just when Fu Lanting was gathering his spiritual energy and was about to throw her out, a low voice suddenly came from outside Chonghua Hall.
"Disciple requests to see Master."
Fu Lanting's movements and words suddenly became quiet, as if all sounds had disappeared.
After half a breath, he regained his composure and said quickly in a low voice, "Go through the window so Qiying doesn't see you."
Jiang Zhaoyue could see his nervousness and anxiety, but she remained calm and didn't even have any intention of leaving.
"Jiang Zhaoyue!"
Fu Lanting urged.
He couldn't possibly let his disciples see her appear in his own temple, as that would make it impossible to explain.
"Okay, okay, just don't let him see it. Don't worry, I will be careful."
Although he said this, Jiang Zhaoyue was not ready to leave.
After looking around, she walked to Fu Lanting's throne, squatted down, and winked at him, indicating that she would listen to him obediently.
Fu Lanting's eyes went dark, but Jiang Qiying's voice came from outside the door again.
"Master, disciple requests to see you."
It was strange that there was no response for such a long time. Fu Lanting didn't have time to let Jiang Zhaoyue go out, so he had to walk to the platform and sit down on the throne, just blocking the figure that was exposed through the gap of the carved and hollow throne.
"Come in."
The palace door opened in response, and Jiang Qiying came in with a calm expression and lowered eyes.
"Greetings, Master."
After he saluted, he looked up, his eyes still calm, but his voice was firm.
He looked at Fu Lanting without any hesitation, and said word by word: "Disciple wishes to become a Taoist partner with Junior Sister Jiang. I hope Master will grant my wish."
Fu Lanting frowned slightly, his expression as cold as usual.
"I won't allow it. I told you she's not the right one for you."
But this time, Jiang Qiying just stared at him, her dark eyes were unfathomable.
"Who is that for? Master?"
"presumptuous!"
Fu Lanting's brows were furrowed with anger. "Jiang Qiying, I've nurtured you for so many years, is this how you talk to me?"
"Disciple doesn't dare." Jiang Qiying lowered his head again, but the emotion in his eyes did not change. He said calmly, "Master will always be the most respected Master in my heart. However much I respect him, there are things I must do."
"I told you, it's not what you think."
"Then why doesn't Master explain?" Jiang Qiying's eyes were heavy, a hint of sadness emerging from the darkness. "As long as Master explains everything clearly, I will never doubt it. But Master is not even willing to explain. How can I believe that you didn't force Junior Sister Jiang?"
"Will you listen if I explain?"
Fu Lanting looked at him coldly, a sneer on his lips: "If I say Jiang Zhaoyue is shameless and seduced me, would you believe it?"
"Junior Sister Jiang is not that kind of person."
"Then why do you need me to explain?"
Fu Lanting was too lazy to talk to him about this.
"Step back. As for forming a pact with Jiang Zhaoyue, as long as you are still my disciple, I will never allow it!"
Jiang Qiying pursed her lips tightly, showing her anger.
His knuckles were cracking, but the person in front of him was his most respected master after all. After a long silence, he loosened his hands and bowed down.
His voice was weak, sad, and pleading: "Master, please let Junior Sister Jiang go. From now on, I will never see her again, and I will never disobey your orders again."
Fu Lanting was so angry that he almost laughed.
He had always known that his disciple was straightforward. Although he was extremely talented and decisive in killing, he had not seen many unpredictable human hearts. He just didn't expect that one day he would hear Jiang Qiying say such words to him.
He took a deep breath and was about to speak when his body suddenly stiffened.
His throne was made of golden sandalwood, and the backrest was hollowed out with carvings of flowers, birds, fish and insects, with enough space in the middle for a person to reach out.
Jiang Zhaoyue was hiding behind him, and just now, her hand passed through the flowers, birds, fish and insects and touched his back.
The slender fingers tapped lightly on the back, and the fingertips circled again and again through the clothes, which was very provocative.
She did it on purpose, Fu Lanting was sure.
But at this moment, Jiang Qiying was kneeling in front of him. She could see all his abnormal actions as soon as she looked up, so Fu Lanting didn't dare to move.
His silence obviously increased the insolence of the woman behind him.
Jiang Zhaoyue placed his entire palm on his back.
The palm fits tightly against the back, and the warm touch is very clear even through the fabric.
Brushing across the muscle texture on his back, she slowly moved her fingertips downwards with a deliberate, seductive, and ambiguous gesture.
Fu Lanting's breathing stopped for a moment.
Fortunately, this strange phenomenon was fleeting, and Jiang Qiying, who was kneeling on the steps and begging him to let Jiang Zhaoyue go, did not notice it.
But this obviously can't go on.
Fu Lanting didn't even have the energy to be angry about Jiang Qiying's words. Most of his attention was focused on the back, so he could only say incoherently, "You should leave first."
Jiang Qiying didn't leave.
Sadness spread in his eyes, and he slowly raised his head and looked at the man in front of him whom he once regarded as his closest relative, goal, and glory.
"Why?"
He still didn't understand.
"Master clearly knows the relationship between Junior Sister Jiang and me, and clearly knows that I consider her a close friend."
"I don't want to talk to you about this now, back off."
"Master, have you ever thought that Junior Sister Jiang is a disciple of Master Yun Miao?"
Jiang Qiying gritted her teeth, her body straightened, and tears almost fell from her eyes.
"Master and Sect Leader Yun Miao are close friends. Didn't Master feel guilty when he saw him?"
“That’s enough!”
Fu Lanting's voice suddenly rose, "Jiang Qiying, I have a clear conscience for you. It's not your turn to blame me."
"I didn't blame Master."
Jiang Qiying looked at him, the pain in her eyes almost bursting out through her features.
"Master, your kindness to me is as great as a mountain. Everything I have is a gift from you. No matter what you want me to do, I will gladly do it. But Junior Sister Jiang is different. She is innocent and kind. She shouldn't suffer this hardship because of me. Please, Master, let her go."
Fu Lanting had no intention of listening to what he said.
The hand that was causing trouble behind his back seemed to have found new joy in him, and its fingertips began to write lightly on his back.
The first sentence was 'Master, it's so hard here'.
She carefully felt the muscles on his back.
The second sentence is 'You feel good when I touch you in front of your disciple, right?'
Then she pinched his waist hard.
Fu Lanting used the endurance accumulated from years of practicing Taoism to avoid showing any abnormality.
But he knew he couldn't go on.
No matter what, everything must end as soon as possible.
Before Jiang Zhaoyue wrote his third sentence, he took a deep breath, slowed his voice, and tried to look at his disciple with a normal attitude. He said slowly, "Qiying, you and I have been master and disciple for many years. Am I really this kind of person in your eyes?"
Seeing the mood in Jiang Qiying's eyes soften, Fu Lanting said again:
"Even if I like someone, I will do it openly and honestly. Even if that person is Jiang Zhaoyue, I, Fu Lanting, have never needed to hide anything. Since you don't know, then it means you don't have it. As for the explanation you want, one day you will understand. That's all I have to say."
Although this is not an explanation, given Fu Lanting's personality, it is a rare thing for him to say.
Jiang Qiying lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time. He then stood up and saluted: "I believe in Master, and I also ask Master to allow me to form a bond with Junior Sister Jiang."
Fu Lanting didn't have the energy to argue with him at the moment, so he just perfunctorily said: "The contract is a matter between two people. Wait until you get Jiang Zhaoyue's consent first."
"Thank you, Master."
Jiang Qiying bowed again and prepared to turn around and leave.
But just when Fu Lanting breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw him stop and look at him straight in the eye.
Jiang Qiying fixed her deep eyes on him and asked, "Master, are you feeling unwell?"
Fu Lanting's heart tightened, and he pretended to be calm: "Nothing, why do you ask?"
"There's a little redness under Master's collar."
Jiang Qiying probably didn't notice anything wrong and just thought he was unwell, so she lowered her eyes after she finished speaking.
"I am an unfilial disciple. Please take care of yourself, Master."
Fu Lanting quickly used his spiritual energy to dispel the redness on his cheeks and ears, and nodded lightly: "Retreat."
Jiang Qiying then bowed and walked out of Chonghua Hall.
As the palace door closed, Fu Lanting, for the first time, ignored the dignity of the master and flew out from the throne. He stood in the center of the hall, a long distance away from Jiang Zhaoyue.
"What are you doing?!"
The redness on his ears had not yet faded, and his face was a little angry. He almost wanted to strangle the woman in front of him.
Jiang Zhaoyue slowly stood up from behind the throne. She leaned against the armrest of the throne, holding her cheek with her fingertips and smiling.
"Master uncle really likes to get close to me in front of others."
"When I touched my uncle, his back tensed up instantly. It was so cute."
Even someone as cunning as Sect Leader Qi Ling couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when hearing these words.
The most important thing is that Jiang Zhaoyue is telling the truth.
He should have been disgusted, but he had a damn weird reaction.
This undoubtedly confirms what Jiang Zhaoyue said before, that this is not a one-man show.
And the people looking at him are his disciples.
He should have felt disgusted and resisted.
"Admit it, you do like it. Liking someone is the most wonderful thing in the world. Why would you resist it, Master?"
Jiang Zhaoyue walked down the stairs step by step, just like the first time they met, she walked towards him with thousands of mountains and rivers on her back in her blood.
She held out her hand to him.
"Come sink with me, Master...Uncle Master."
According to legend, the gods who save mankind have ugly faces, while the devils who lure people to hell have perfect faces.
The devil's temptation always makes people addicted, it comes from the deepest desire and love in people's hearts.
For a moment, Fu Lanting felt like a mortal tempted by the devil, immersed in love and desire and not wanting to leave.
Fortunately, that feeling only lasted for a moment, and he was not a mortal with an unstable mind.
He quickly came to his senses and his face turned cold.
"Young man, I've walked more roads than you've eaten salt. Choosing me as your target is a waste of time. If you stop now, I can still forgive your past offense for Lin Bozhou's sake."
Jiang Zhaoyue put away his palm and said in a muffled voice, "Why don't you talk about this kind of profound truth in bed? I can probably hear more of it."
Fu Lanting: “…”
It was obvious that he could not defeat Jiang Zhaoyue in a debate.
So the master, whose ears were red again, chose to cut the Gordian knot.
"Get out of Chonghua Palace, now, immediately!"
"How heartless."
Jiang Zhaoyue sighed, and then was thrown out by the angry and deafening Master Qi Ling.
In terms of military strength, he is still at the top.
The palace door slammed shut in front of her. No matter what Jiang Zhaoyue said, he refused to open the door.
Recalling the touch and ravines she had felt before, she sighed and returned to her residence with little interest.
Only the system was paralyzed in her mind, repeating over and over again: "It's not clean anymore, it's not clean anymore..."
I don’t know whether it was clean or not, but Jiang Zhaoyue soon became excited again.
Because the next day, Jiang Qiying came to see her again.
I don't know whether he believed what his master said, or whether he was influenced by the so-called "love poison", and he really wanted to conclude a contract.
When they met, he asked her again: "Junior sister, have you made up your mind?"
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't say she would think about it again this time. She looked at Jiang Qiying again and recalled her own thoughts during the Immortal Sect Competition. She had thought at that time that a beauty like Senior Brother Jiang would look very beautiful when crying.
She was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "I begged Senior Brother before but was not granted anything. Now, Senior Brother is asking me if I've made up my mind. What if I say no? Will Senior Brother give up?"
Jiang Qiying was stunned for a moment, then said seriously, "I won't force you, Junior Sister, but I will ask you clearly why you don't want to, and I will change it."
"What if the effect of 'Love Gu' wears off?"
"Even if I don't have the 'Love Gu', I think I won't hurt Junior Sister because of my personality. If Junior Sister has any concerns, I still have a Love Gu in my hand. I can ask the people in the Spiritual Medicine Valley to cultivate it well, and you can also give me the Gu."
This is Jiang Qiying's personality. He never lies and never brags. If he says something, it must be after he has carefully considered all the consequences.
Jiang Zhaoyue's liking for him is different from her liking for Fu Lanting.
She liked Jiang Qiying's straightforwardness, his seriousness, and of course, Senior Brother Jiang's demeanor, which was no less than that of Sect Leader Qi Ling.
Seeing him staring at her without a trace of joking in his eyes, Jiang Zhaoyue finally curled the corners of her lips.
Her eyes were half-closed, and her tone was subtly rising.
"Brother, you want to form a bond with me, but I can't forgive you just like that. Besides, do you really know what kind of person I am? If you find that I'm not what you imagined, can you still treat me like this?"
Jiang Zhaoyue deliberately paused and fixed her gaze on his face.
Her eyes were deep and her emotions were unclear: "Unless you prove it to me."
Jiang Qiying didn't hesitate at all: "Junior sister, how do you want me to prove it?"
Jiang Zhaoyue took out a small white jade bottle from the ring.
"I have a pill here."
Jiang Qiying didn't even glance at the jade bottle, and said directly: "I said at that time that if this is what Junior Sister wants, I am willing to take the poison."
"It's not poison."
Jiang Zhaoyue pushed him to sit on the chair, leaned close to his ear, raised the corner of her lips, and said word by word: "It's a lust potion."
Jiang Qiying's face was stunned for a moment.
Although he had never come into contact with this kind of thing, they were all adults, so who wouldn't know what this medicine was used for?
His gaze suddenly shifted downwards, a faint blush rose on the side of his face, and even his sentences became somewhat intermittent.
"Master, Junior Sister..."
"Brother, you said anything is fine, but I just took out one thing and you are unwilling to do it. In this case, you should go back."
"No."
Jiang Qiying forced herself to look up at him, suppressing the shame in her heart. She said word by word, "Junior sister, do you want to take the aphrodisiac with me? But you and I haven't..."
"Not you or me."
Jiang Zhaoyue interrupted him without mercy. She stood in front of the chair, looking down at him, with a strange coldness in her slightly lowered eyes.
"It's you, Senior Brother. Aren't you willing to do anything for me? I want to see you taking the aphrodisiac, just for me."
The light blush on Jiang Qiying's face spread all over her face as she spoke.
Even the area below his neck turned red.
Compared to Luo Huaiyin, he obviously had less experience in this area. Just imagining that scene was enough to make his whole body hot.
He really didn't dare to look at her, and couldn't even speak a coherent sentence.
"Junior sister, I, I..."
"Brother Jiang, you said it."
Jiang Zhaoyue squatted down in front of him and pressed the small bottle into his palm. She held Jiang Qiying's hot palm with a gentle, peaceful, and irresistible smile, and said word by word, "You said you would never reject me, Senior Brother Jiang, don't you like me?"
Jiang Qiying didn't say the word "I don't like it".
In fact, he had long been unable to tell whether it was the 'love poison' or his heartfelt desire. He could not refuse Jiang Zhaoyue, just as he could not accept becoming a stranger to Junior Sister Jiang in the future.
He has been deceiving himself.
He didn't dare to recognize it.
Until this moment.
It was obviously such an unreasonable request, but because this person was Jiang Zhaoyue, and because she was the one who told him.
She held his hand and looked at him with her gentle, bright eyes that were always filled with smiles, as if she was bewitched.
No matter how unreasonable the request was, or how shameful the condition was, he couldn't say 'no'.
At this moment, Jiang Qiying was lost in her eyes. He held the bottle of aphrodisiac and nodded as if possessed by a ghost.
"good."
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The author has something to say: Three chapters in one.
Fu Lanting: Don’t try to seduce me, I won’t accept it.
Jiang Qiying: I want it.
Fu Lanting:?
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