Chapter 33 Lian Yueqing Which one do you want most?
When he was called "Senior Brother", Fu Lanting's face became more ugly.
He helped Jiang Zhaoyue up, straightened her head as her skewed vision shifted, and asked her again, "Look carefully, who am I?"
As for 'senior brothers', Jiang Zhaoyue has more than one or two senior brothers.
He even suspected that she was not calling Jiang Qiying.
Jiang Zhaoyue stared at him for a moment with a hazy look in her eyes, then said with a smile, "Senior Brother."
Without waiting for Fu Lanting's reaction, she hugged him again, this time with a hint of ambiguity in her tone.
"Brother, you're so shy. Are you afraid your master will find out? It's okay. He's old and doesn't understand the affairs of us young people. Just don't tell him, okay?"
“…”
This time it was certain that she was indeed calling Jiang Qiying.
Fu Lanting was silent for a few breaths, exhaled deeply, and glanced in the direction of Lin Bozhou in the room before closing his eyes and saying, "Forget it."
There's really no point in arguing with a drunk.
Fortunately, Linbozhou’s Boyuanju is not small, so it’s no problem for several people to live there.
He randomly found a side bedroom in the yard away from the master bedroom, put Jiang Zhaoyue on the bed, and sat down in the room without leaving.
Fu Lanting sat quietly for a moment, and with the tip of his finger moving, spiritual energy condensed into a water mirror in the air.
He looked carefully in the water mirror. The face of the person in the mirror was young and handsome, with a bit of mature charm due to his experience. There was not a trace of fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and there was no sign of aging.
In fact, the strongest people who are hundreds of years old are still in their prime.
After dispersing the water mirror, Fu Lanting glanced at Jiang Zhaoyue who had become motionless, and there was still some depression in his heart.
He walked to the bed again and looked down at her.
Jiang Zhaoyue had a good sleeping posture. She lay flat on the bed with her hands folded on her abdomen. Her posture was graceful and there was a faint smile on the corner of her lips. Apart from the slight intoxication from being drunk, she was so perfect that she didn't look like a living person.
Fu Lanting looked at her for a while, and seemed to remember something. The depression on his face became heavier, and the corners of his lips were straightened. After a while, he stretched out his hand.
He reached out and pinched Jiang Zhaoyue's face.
It was no use, but she still frowned, as if her sleep was disturbed, and turned sideways with her back to him.
After doing this, Fu Lanting felt regretful, as if he had become childish, so he helped her to press the corner of the quilt and turned away.
He walked around the screen beside the bed and looked up, his heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment.
Lin Bozhou folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the door frame, his eyes clear as he looked at him quietly.
He raised his eyebrows slightly: "What are you doing? Don't you have an apprentice yourself?"
Not knowing how much he had seen, Fu Lanting forced himself to calm down and replied coldly: "You and your precious apprentice were both drunk, and in the end you still had to take care of me. You still have the nerve to ask me to drink?"
"All right."
Lin Bozhou put down his hands and smiled again: "Brother Fu usually looks cold and heartless, but he is actually quite caring. Do you also think that my Zhaoyue is particularly good? Otherwise, with your personality, you can still help the younger generation to suppress the back corner. This is not like you."
He didn't seem to think in an ambiguous direction, he just felt that Fu Lanting actually cared about the younger generation one day, but Lin Bozhou attributed the reason to his apprentice being too good.
It is natural for a well-behaved and intelligent disciple like his Zhaoyue to be liked by others.
Fu Lanting was so nervous that he didn't dare to relax for a moment, fearing that he would see something, so he could only agree: "Yeah."
His agreement obviously made his friend feel better. Lin Bozhou turned around before him and walked out of the house, saying as he walked: "I said that as long as there are eyes, it is impossible for anyone to think that my Zhaoyue is not good."
Fu Lanting followed him silently without answering. He just asked him softly, "Why are you awake? Didn't you say you wanted to get drunk?"
Although the strongest people will get drunk, they can control when to wake up. No matter how strong the alcohol is, it doesn’t matter to them.
Lin Bozhou didn't doubt him and told him directly: "It's just that a nasty guy came to disturb us."
"who?"
Anyone who can be addressed like this by Lin Bozhou must be a strong person of the same level.
"Lian Yueqing, that old bastard from the Jiyue Immortal Sect."
Lin Bozhou obviously disliked this man. After saying this, he suddenly remembered something and turned around to look at him: "By the way, isn't your little lover from the Jiyue Immortal Sect? For your sake, how about I be polite to him later?"
Fu Lanting's expression froze slightly, and he subconsciously replied, "No need."
"Need not?"
Lin Bozhou was a little confused: "A disciple of the Jiyue Immortal Sect still needs his approval. So, which girl do you have your eyes on?"
Fu Lanting suppressed the slight guilt in his heart, looked away, and told him as usual: "You don't need to know."
"Okay, okay, you're such a saw-mouthed gourd, can I really eat your little lover?"
Lin Bozhou gave up asking and walked towards the banquet hall of Yunmiao Immortal Sect.
Fu Lanting wanted to leave, but was afraid that he would ask Lian Yueqing about the girl later, so he followed him to the banquet hall.
The 'old man' that Lin Bozhou mentioned was actually a young cultivator who looked very handsome and promising.
The leader of the Jiyue Immortal Sect is not like Fu Lanting who is always indifferent, nor is he like Lin Bozhou who is always smiling. He is somewhere in between the two, neither indifferent nor overly gentle. There is a kind of distant gentleness when he looks at people.
But the most notable thing about him was his eyes.
Lian Yueqing has a pair of purple eyes.
Dark, deep, and mysterious.
In that purple, the stars were densely packed, and it seemed as if a full moon appeared in his eyes every moment.
Lin Bozhou didn't like dealing with him very much, because when this man spoke, his eyes always seemed to be separated by a layer, making it difficult to see clearly and making it difficult to understand what kind of person he was.
If Fu Lanting's lover was not a disciple of the Jiyue Immortal Sect, he would not want to bother with Lian Yueqing today.
When they arrived at the banquet hall, Lin Bozhou's attitude was a little casual.
He sat down on a high place and asked casually, "What's the matter?"
Lian Yueqing sat down in the guest seat, but didn't care about his attitude, as if she had already gotten used to it.
He nodded to Fu Lanting opposite him as a greeting and said:
"I have something I would like to ask Master Lin for help."
"I'm afraid it's no small matter for you to come to my house?" Lin Bozhou was no fool and immediately answered him, "You tell me first. I can't guarantee that I will agree."
Lian Yueqing continued to speak clearly and slowly.
"The Moon Soul Altar of Jiyue Xianzong has recently malfunctioned for some unknown reason. Jiyue Xianzong currently has no suitable person who can enter the Moon Soul Altar to investigate. We would like to borrow a disciple from Sect Master Lin. Then..."
Before he could finish his words, Lin Bozhou didn't even wait for him to mention the reward, and his voice suddenly turned cold: "I can't help you, Brother Lian Yue, you should find someone else."
Lian Yueqing didn't rush to speak. She looked at him with her dark and mysterious purple eyes, and her tone remained calm and gentle.
"Master Lin, why don't you listen to me first? After I finish, I can give you ten 'Wood Crystals'."
Lin Bozhou still didn't even think about it, "I said, I can't help."
The Moon Soul Altar is not a good place. It is an extremely yin place and extremely dangerous. To enter the core area of the Moon Soul Altar, only women with wind or water attributes and most importantly, cultivators under the age of 30 with the strength of the ninth level of the Spirit Control Level or above can enter.
And the one-time attack jade talisman cannot be used in that place.
Jiang Zhaoyue just met all the requirements, and the leader of the Jiyue Immortal Sect was obviously coming for her.
Lin Bozhou couldn't possibly agree. Experience is experience, but if there is no chance of survival, it is not experience.
His attitude of rejection was obvious, but Lian Yueqing just smiled:
"What I need is Sect Leader Lin's disciple, not you. Why don't you let your disciple decide whether to agree or not?"
He seemed certain that Yunmiao Immortal Sect or Jiang Zhaoyue would agree.
And that is indeed the case.
In the silence, a voice came from the side door of the banquet hall.
"I can promise you, Senior Lian Yue."
The person who came was Jiang Zhaoyue, who was supposed to be resting in Boyuanju.
She had a smile on her face and her clothes were neat, and she didn't look drunk at all.
Fu Lanting, who was sitting opposite Lian Yueqing, couldn't help but frown and remind her, "The Moon Soul Altar is a place where there is no hope of survival. There are endless evil spirits there. Even in the history of the Jiyue Immortal Sect, it is difficult for many people to come out alive."
"Thank you for the reminder, uncle."
Jiang Zhaoyue bowed to him, but still looked at Lian Yueqing: "I can enter the Moon Soul Altar, but I don't want the Wood Crystal, I want the Wood Heart."
The purple eyes looked at her, and the deep and dark light seemed to be able to see through her heart, but Jiang Zhaoyue didn't care at all. She still looked directly into the other's eyes, with a gentle and calm smile on her face.
Lian Yueqing stared at her quietly for a long time. Finally, the smile on his lips deepened a little and he nodded: "Okay, I promise you."
"Tetsutsuki!"
Lin Bozhou walked down from the platform and blocked her behind him. He frowned and looked at Lian Yueqing with great displeasure: "I don't agree. Leave here."
"Master Lin, your disciples are so filial, why should you let them down?"
Lian Yueqing didn't care about his rejection. He slowly stood up and looked over his shoulder at Jiang Zhaoyue behind him. His purple eyes were calm and deep. "I'll wait for you at Jiyue Xianzong."
After saying that, he walked towards the entrance of the hall.
But after taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and looked at Fu Lanting.
There seemed to be a few more fantastic colors flowing in those distant and gentle eyes.
After a few moments of silence, Lian Yueqing slowly spoke: "The Jiyue Immortal Sect doesn't have the person you're looking for."
After saying this somewhat puzzling sentence, he left the hall.
Fu Lanting paused and looked at Lin Bozhou.
Fortunately, Lin Bozhou was not in the mood to care about his affairs at the moment. He was trying his best to persuade Jiang Zhaoyue.
"That old bastard looks like he's in trouble. Zhaoyue, he's too dangerous. Let's ignore him."
"It's okay, Master."
Jiang Zhaoyue seemed calmer than him. She looked at her master with tenderness in her eyes.
"With that Wood Heart, Master's injuries will be healed."
"I'm not in any way concerned."
Lin Bozhou frowned, took a deep breath, and softly advised her, "Master's injuries can be healed slowly. Please listen to Master, okay?"
His injury was caused by a battle a hundred years ago. It would not affect his combat ability too much under normal circumstances, but it involved his core, which is ultimately a hidden danger and may erupt one day.
But no matter what, Lin Bozhou doesn't need his disciples to worry about this matter for him.
After a moment's silence, Fu Lanting finally spoke.
But he did not dissuade him.
"I have a detailed book here at the Moon Soul Altar. I'll give it to you later. There are also some spiritual tools suitable for evil spirits."
"Fu Lanting!"
Lin Bozhou glared at him, his eyes filled with a rare rage. Fu Lanting, however, remained calm, simply looking at Jiang Zhaoyue.
"Don't you understand your disciple? Who can change what she decides?"
His words actually went beyond the scope of being friends and disciples, but Lin Bozhou's attention was focused on the Moon Soul Altar at the moment, and he didn't pay much attention to his words. He glared at Fu Lanting and said, "She is my disciple. My disciple only needs to enjoy my protection and love. She doesn't need to sacrifice anything for me."
"If you can convince her, you won't have to talk to me like this now."
He replied calmly, then looked at Jiang Zhaoyue with a hint of helplessness and a sigh in his eyes: "You are thoughtful."
He also thought, how could someone like Jiang Zhaoyue be in love.
Even if Jiang Qiying meant nothing to her, he was just a man she liked.
But today he realized that Jiang Zhaoyue also had good intentions.
Beyond those deliberate ambiguities and tenderness, she also has sincerity.
But her true heart was only given to one person.
Jiang Zhaoyue looked back with a smile. Every word she spoke seemed to be no different from when she spoke to him before, but Fu Lanting could hear the difference.
He heard her voice become much softer, without any impurities, only pure, she said: "My Master, of course, is different."
Fu Lanting fell silent for a moment. He glanced at Lin Bozhou, who was still trying to persuade him, and said, "Your disciple is smart. Even if you lock her up, she will find a way out. Lin Bozhou, you can't convince her."
If it were another time, when he praised Jiang Zhaoyue for her intelligence, Lin Bozhou would probably have immediately praised him for his good vision, but at this moment, he just said angrily: "She is not your disciple, so of course you don't feel bad."
Fu Lanting stopped trying to persuade them and just stood aside, listening to their conversation quietly and waiting for the final result.
…
One day later.
He sent Jiang Zhaoyue to Jiyue Immortal Sect.
Lin Bozhou couldn't convince his disciples, and facts proved that he couldn't really have the heart to lock Jiang Zhaoyue up.
We can only compromise.
Upon seeing this, Fu Lanting offered to personally escort Jiang Zhaoyue to the Jiyue Immortal Sect.
They were silent on the way until they were approaching the territory of Jiyue Xianzong, when Fu Lanting stuffed a bunch of things into her hands, which were said to be useful in Yuehun Altar.
He stood on the deck of the flying boat, looking at the clouds outside, and said in an indescribable tone: "You may die."
Jiang Zhaoyue answered him very simply: "Oh."
He turned around.
"I should have stopped you like your master did." After a pause, he added, "But I know you won't listen."
Without her answer, Fu Lanting muttered to himself, "Sometimes I wonder whether your heart is red or black."
Jiang Zhaoyue was actually more relaxed than any of them. She walked over to Fu Lanting with a smile and followed his gaze across the clouds outside the flying boat.
"Master, why do you have such feelings? What? Are you really in love with me?"
Fu Lanting's eyelashes trembled slightly. After a while, he turned to look at her: "I just suddenly felt that you are not bad to the core."
"Yeah?"
"Come back alive. If you can come back alive, I can... promise you something."
Fu Lanting's eyelashes trembled again, and when he said this, his earlobes turned slightly red, but his eyes were lowered, making it impossible to see his expression.
Jiang Zhaoyue, however, chose to stare at him carefully. After a long while, she raised the corners of her lips and leaned close to Fu Lanting's ear and asked softly, "Is this a reward, Uncle Master?"
Fu Lanting was still not used to this kind of conversation, but at this moment, seeing that she was about to go to a place like the Moon Soul Altar, he suppressed his discomfort and looked up at her eyes. Even though Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes were full of ambiguity and that kind of unruly look, he still nodded.
"award."
"Then don't worry, I will definitely come back alive."
Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him with a half-closed gaze, and suddenly she couldn't hide her excitement anymore.
Fu Lanting's body stiffened slightly when he was stared at by her, and he felt a little regretful after saying it, but seeing how happy she was, he swallowed his regretful words.
Forget it, he is the elder, don't bother with the ignorant junior.
The flying boat soon arrived at the Jiyue Immortal Sect.
Lian Yueqing came to pick them up in person.
Fu Lanting has put away his slight gentleness at this moment.
He looked directly at the smiling man in front of him. His words were not loud, but they contained a cold murderous intent.
Looking at Lian Yueqing, he said word by word, "I don't care what happens to the Moon Soul Altar, and I don't care what methods you use. Lian Yueqing, if she dies, you will be buried with her. I swear by the laws of heaven."
Lian Yueqing's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt creepy for a moment.
There are seven great immortal sects and seven masters, and their strength is not static. Fu Lanting is second to none among them, even if he is not the first. He swears by the way of heaven that if Jiang Zhaoyue dies, he will really kill him.
He was silent for a moment, suppressing the chill in his heart. He glanced at Jiang Zhaoyue standing beside him, and then smiled again: "I wonder if Sect Leader Lin knows that his good friend is coveting his favorite disciple."
Fu Lanting's face turned slightly cold, but Jiang Zhaoyue next to him remained calm. Instead, he looked at him curiously and spoke in a very polite tone.
"Senior Lianyue, you seem very knowledgeable."
Lian Yueqing didn't have the arrogance and condescension of a typical sect leader. Even when facing a junior like Jiang Zhaoyue, he simply said gently, "My eyes are somewhat special. I can see some secrets that others don't know."
"oh?"
After he said that, Jiang Zhaoyue became more interested.
If others heard that they could spy on secrets, they would definitely dodge in time, but she was different. She even took a step forward and stared at Lian Yueqing closely, with an indescribable tenderness on her smiling face.
"Then, Senior, look at me. Can you see the secret in my heart?"
Lian Yueqing's eyes flickered, and she smiled at her: "My friend, there is no one in this world who is omniscient and omnipotent. I can only glimpse a little."
"Then will you tell this secret to my master?"
Jiang Zhaoyue was still staring at him closely, looking very interested.
Her appearance made Fu Lanting next to her frown slightly.
He pulled her to prevent her from getting closer to Lian Yueqing.
The headmaster said unhappily, "Jiang Zhaoyue, you're still stubborn, aren't you?"
When she first met him, she said something like "Even if I die under the peony flowers, I will still be romantic even if I become a ghost." Now that she is about to go to a place where life and death are unknown, she still has the mind to provoke others.
And it was Lian Yueqing, the old bastard.
Fu Lanting couldn't help but start calling him that in his heart.
Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him with a bit of grievance and sighed, "Uncle Master, you misunderstood. I just wanted to ask Senior Lian Yue."
"Then stay away from him."
"Okay."
Although she said yes, she still stared at Lian Yueqing's eyes, as if trying to see through his emotions.
Lian Yueqing watched their conversation without any surprise or disgust towards this relationship.
He just watched quietly, with an aloof smile and a hint of pity in his eyes, as if he was watching a drama that had nothing to do with him.
This made Jiang Zhaoyue even more interested.
This interest is different from that of Fu Lanting.
She was attracted to her uncle purely because of her 'beauty' and wanted to see how attractive the Qi Ling Sect Master, who was high above and looked down on the world like a god, would be after falling from the altar.
Although Lian Yueqing also has a good appearance and is the leader of the Immortal Sect, he does not suit Jiang Zhaoyue's preferences. She is just curious about his eyes.
I'm curious about his eyes that see through everything in the world.
He is like a passer-by who silently watches the cycle of life and the vicissitudes of life. Nothing in the world remains in his eyes.
But who in this world can really stay out of trouble?
If there is such a person, Jiang Zhaoyue wants to know more. As a passer-by who participates in the drama, can he still stay out of it?
Perhaps her gaze was too slanted.
Just when Lian Yueqing had been stared at by her for a long time, he lowered his eyes to look at her, with a gentle smile on his lips, and wanted to say something.
Fu Lanting suddenly covered her eyes with his hands.
His voice was a little depressed and annoyed.
"Lian Yueqing, has anyone ever told you not to meddle in matters that don't belong to you? If you want to sit on the sidelines and watch, then shut your mouth and look away. You are not the god who controls everything."
Jiang Zhaoyue blinked twice in his palm, without struggling, but just smiled and said: "Uncle Master, Senior Lian Yue hasn't said anything yet."
Lian Yueqing glanced at their approaching figures, and her purple eyes lingered on Fu Lanting for a while. He seemed to sigh and smile bitterly, but looking closely, there was no emotion in his eyes.
Only his tone was gentle, no different from before: "Master Fu is indeed as overbearing as the rumors say. However, you shouldn't be so emotional towards me."
The coldness in Fu Lanting's eyes did not diminish at all. Perhaps because he covered Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes, he looked even more dangerous.
"She's still young, at the age of curiosity. It's normal for her to pay attention. Lian Yueqing, are you also at the age of curiosity?"
Obviously there is nothing to say about such unreasonable words.
Lian Yueqing could only shake her head slightly and said with a smile: "Forget it, just consider it my fault."
He turned around and led them towards the mountain gate of Jiyue Xianzong.
"Due to the dangers of the Moon Soul Altar, I will give you a special communication talisman, but I cannot provide you with direct assistance. Everything depends on you."
This sentence was said to Jiang Zhaoyue.
"Okay, thank you, Senior Lian Yue."
Jiang Zhaoyue nodded. At least in Fu Lanting's eyes, she was a rare and well-behaved girl that had never appeared in front of him before.
But now that he was about to go to the Moon Soul Altar, he frowned slightly and said nothing.
However, when Lian Yueqing handed the special communication talisman to Jiang Zhaoyue, his eyes were deep and he added in a gentle voice, "My dear Jiang, there are countless possibilities in life and you will meet countless people. If you don't see them one by one, how can you know which one you want most?"
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