Chapter 36: Subpoena What did you do to the moon?
After the deal was done, perhaps because the goal had been achieved, Lian Yueqing stopped sending messages, and Jiang Zhaoyue also began to seriously investigate the problems of the Moon Soul Altar.
Finally, a destroyed stone tablet was found deep in the forest of tablets.
That is the stone tablet of the first generation elder of the Jiyue Immortal Sect, and is one of the core elements of the stele forest.
The stone tablet was destroyed, the spiritual consciousness inside disappeared, and the power to restrain the evil spirits weakened. That's why so many evil spirits appeared, and even the Moon Soul Altar malfunctioned.
However, whether this is the specific reason remains to be investigated in detail.
But Jiang Zhaoyue's mission this time has been completed.
Her deal with Lian Yueqing was just to find out the cause of the Moon Soul Altar malfunction; whether or not it could be resolved was not within her responsibility.
In addition, she had devoured too many evil spirits, and after discovering the abnormality in the stele forest, she returned to the outskirts of the Moon Soul Altar along the same route she came.
Yang Xuelan and others were waiting for her here.
They didn't have a mirror, so they couldn't see what exactly happened to Jiang Zhaoyue in the core area. Seeing her walking out covered in blood with bloodshot eyes, they thought she was the same as those cultivators who had been possessed by demons and collapsed in the past.
Until Jiang Zhaoyue smiled and said clearly: "The mission is completed, let's go back."
Everyone looked at her for a while before accepting the fact that she had returned safely.
Yang Xuelan stared at her for a long time. After a while, she lowered her voice and whispered to her with lingering fear, "Junior Sister Jiang, I believe what you said before."
Something like the headmaster seduced her.
Others may not know, but she knows what the current situation is in the core area of the Moon Soul Altar. In addition, Jiang Zhaoyue is covered in blood and scars, which are all traces of being bitten by evil spirits. In the history of the Jiyue Immortal Sect, only those who have survived the Moon Soul Altar under normal circumstances have come out of this area.
Among these people, Junior Sister Jiang's cultivation is not the highest, and her talent is not the best, but she is clear-headed and not affected at all. To put it bluntly, only those extremely evil demons can have such a will.
But Jiang Zhaoyue is only in his twenties.
For a person like this, it seems reasonable for the master to seduce her.
Jiang Zhaoyue just smiled and said, "Senior Sister, you're joking."
"No."
Yang Xuelan thought for a moment, then suddenly added, "Well, Junior Sister, if you have any questions about the Master in the future, you can ask me. I can tell you everything I know."
This statement came out a bit abruptly. As a disciple of the Jiyue Immortal Sect, her statement was considered extremely disrespectful.
Jiang Zhaoyue was not surprised and continued to look at her with a smile: "Senior Sister, if you have anything to say, just say it directly."
Yang Xuelan didn't beat around the bush.
"You know, I'm the most talented disciple of the younger generation of the Jiyue Xianzong, but talent is just talent. Junior Sister, if you ever have any personal relationship with our headmaster in the future, well, please put in a few good words for me. I'll definitely remember your favor."
Not everyone in the seven great immortal sects is as outstanding as Jiang Qiying in his time. Most of them need to compete fiercely to become the sure successor to the headmaster.
Yang Xuelan naturally also thought that if she could get the support of the headmaster, her chances of success would be much greater.
It's a pity that the master of Jiyue Immortal Sect has no disciples. To put it nicely, he is as indifferent as a chrysanthemum, to put it bluntly, he is indifferent and heartless. If the master really has something going on with Junior Sister Jiang, it would be a shortcut.
As for how many romantic affairs Jiang Zhaoyue has had...that's her ability and has nothing to do with her.
Jiang Zhaoyue listened quietly to her and agreed happily. Before Yang Xuelan could smile, she said, "I have something I would like to ask for your help, Senior Sister. How about I owe you a favor?"
"you say."
"Help me give this to your leader and tell him to wear it when he comes to see me."
She took out a wooden box and handed it to Yang Xuelan. She didn't know what was inside, but Yang Xuelan instinctively felt that her words were inexplicably ambiguous.
She was stunned for a moment, then took the wooden box and said in a tone that was hard to tell whether it was admiration or sighing, "Junior Sister Jiang, you are truly a heroine. Don't worry, I will personally deliver the things to the headmaster."
Not knowing what he was thinking of, Yang Xuelan smiled at her meaningfully, and said nothing more. They all walked out of the Moon Soul Altar together.
It is a good thing to return safely.
Fu Lanting, who was waiting in front of the mirror, finally felt relieved, but then frowned and looked at her red eyes.
The headmaster said in a deep voice, "Although you are conscious, the inner demon has taken over your body, which is causing some discomfort. Don't return to Yunmiao Immortal Sect for the time being."
"OK."
Jiang Zhaoyue rarely refuted his arrangement. Instead, she looked at him with a smile and said softly, "Uncle Master, you've wanted to do this for a long time, right?"
Her eyes were clear, but her smile was tinged with evil, as if she had seen the darkness deep in his heart, which made him feel ashamed once he spoke it out loud.
"I don't."
Fu Lanting quickly retorted, and while helping her treat the external injuries, he looked away and explained in a calm voice: "I'm doing this for your own good, Jiang Zhaoyue, don't think about everything in that way."
"What kind of aspect?"
Jiang Zhaoyue came up to him with great interest and stared at him: "Tell me in detail."
There were so many people around, including Lian Yueqing and many younger disciples. Fu Lanting glanced at them and saw that everyone had turned their eyes away. Then he slowed down his voice and tried to coax her helplessly.
"Okay, stop making trouble for now. The most important thing is that you have a demon in your body. Let's find a way to help you recover first."
He chose to change the subject.
With so many people around, he really couldn't let go as he pleased. After all, everyone has to save face.
Jiang Zhaoyue sighed regretfully. After all, he doted on his uncle. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I've simply taken in too much distracting thoughts and resentment. I just need to vent them out. Uncle, please help me find Senior Brother Jiang."
Fu Lanting frowned, thinking of something, but quickly reacted and frowned, "Why are you looking for him?"
The regret on the face of the woman in front of him disappeared in an instant. She curved her eyebrows and smiled, but her eyes were red, with a hint of weirdness.
Jiang Zhaoyue leaned close to his ear and spoke word by word in a simple, innocent and ambiguous tone:
"Of course... do something that Senior Brother Jiang likes. The Master is so powerful, and I can't force you, so I have to find your disciple. Will Uncle Jiang be jealous?"
Fu Lanting's face froze for a moment, and he moved away. He didn't answer Jiang Zhaoyue, but instead glanced at Lian Yueqing. His voice was cold and urgent: "Master Lian Yue, remember to send the promised things to Yunmiao Immortal Sect. Also, don't talk about things you shouldn't know."
He grabbed Jiang Zhaoyue's shoulders and disappeared.
Lian Yueqing's eyes remained calm from beginning to end. Only after they left did he look at Yang Xuelan: "What did she ask you to give me?"
Yang Xuelan was still immersed in the atmosphere of eavesdropping on the gossip she had just heard. When she suddenly heard his voice, she trembled with fear. Then she quickly handed over the wooden box that Jiang Zhaoyue had given her and said respectfully, "Master, this is what Junior Sister Jiang asked me to pass on to you."
Lian Yueqing took the box but did not open it. He just glanced at it lightly. At a certain moment, his eyes twitched and he put it away in silence.
Yang Xuelan felt a little sorry. She actually wanted to see what was inside. The gift from someone like Junior Sister Jiang must be extraordinary. It was a pity that the headmaster didn't open it.
On the other side, Fu Lanting took Jiang Zhaoyue back to Qiling Immortal Sect.
She is now in a state of being possessed by a demon, which makes it easy for people to misunderstand her. Although Jiang Zhaoyue herself doesn't care, Fu Lanting, as an elder, still gives it some thought.
After exchanging a few words with Lin Bozhou to explain the situation, he took her back to his own Chonghua Hall.
The two landed on the ground, and before Fu Lanting could say anything, she suddenly threw him onto the golden sandalwood throne.
Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him unscrupulously, her eyes describing every inch of him. She sat on his lap, her fingertips touching his chest.
The woman's smile was bright and even though her eyes were red and her body was covered in blood, it couldn't stop her smile from making people intoxicated.
"Uncle Master."
Jiang Zhaoyue leaned over, her face hanging in front of him, with only him in her eyes.
"Please help me, okay? I won't look for Brother Jiang anymore. Look, you're in such a hurry to come back. Don't you want to come back too? You can't wait, right?"
Fu Lanting was stunned for a moment, then looked away. He said in a calm tone, "No matter what, you are Lin Bozhou's disciple."
This is a hurdle that he can never get over.
The master of Qi Ling has unparalleled combat power and has won every battle, but he cannot overcome the ethical standards in his heart.
The way he treated Jiang Zhaoyue, and everything he did, were actually excuses to convince himself. When it came to emotions, he was as blank as Jiang Qiying.
In Fu Lanting's heart, Jiang Zhaoyue is a junior. She can make mistakes, be immature and unstable, go astray once, and reform herself in the future, but he can't.
He is not a child. He is in charge of a region and has experienced countless things. He is a mature man. There are some mistakes that Jiang Zhaoyue can make but he cannot.
Fu Lanting couldn't forgive himself.
The fact that he was attracted to her was already an unforgivable thing.
During the time Jiang Zhaoyue was at the Moon Soul Altar, he even thought that maybe he should help her and Jiang Qiying get together.
He had stopped her in the past because he disliked Jiang Zhaoyue and was prejudiced against her. He thought she was not a good match and was not worthy of Jiang Qiying's talent and character.
But if all this cognition is reversed, is there any need for him to stop it?
What he is doing now has nothing to do with "considering his disciples."
It was just selfish desire, his own heart stirring.
But that's not right.
Things that are wrong should be put right before they cause too big consequences.
There were emotions fluctuating in his eyes, but in the end he suppressed them all.
Fu Lanting held Jiang Zhaoyue's shoulders and helped her up from him.
He half-closed his eyes, and in the unbearable silence, he spoke in a low and slow voice: "I was wrong."
He raised his eyes to look at her.
"These past few days, it's my fault. You said before that from now on, we would just be in a relationship of elder and junior. I shouldn't have said those words to you. I should have abided by this rule."
Fu Lanting rarely had such moments. His expression was sincere, even showing the care and concern of an elder: "Jiang Zhaoyue, you still have a long life ahead of you. Maybe you find it exciting and fun now, but when you grow up, mature, and become more stable, you will regret what you did today."
"Regret being entangled with me. Regret ruining your life because of me."
"I hope you think carefully. This is your life. Don't live it so casually."
When he spoke, there was not a trace of indifference in his eyes. This was his gentlest moment. Even when he was teaching Jiang Qiying, Fu Lanting had never been so serious.
However, Jiang Zhaoyue just looked at his mouth, opening and closing, closing and opening.
Beneath the rosy lips are snow-white teeth and a slightly wet tongue.
She stared at her uncle's mouth for a while until his long sermon ended.
She didn't answer anything.
He just stood up from Fu Lanting silently and walked aside.
Fu Lanting breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, thinking that she had figured it out. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Jiang Zhaoyue's fingertips move.
Without any warning, she didn't even take them off one by one, the layers of her dress were cut open and fell at her feet.
She stood beside Fu Lanting with her back to him, slowly taking out some clean water from her ring.
Jiang Zhaoyue spoke clearly and in a crisp tone. While wiping the blood off his body, he slowly said, "I forgot. I'll wash it first. Wait for me."
Fu Lanting: “…”
The headmaster was stunned for a moment, then his ears turned red and he quickly turned around.
It was just like the scene when they first met, with water dripping behind him. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Did you hear what I just said?"
"I heard it."
Jiang Zhaoyue even picked out the key points and repeated them to him: "I still have a long life ahead of me. I will regret it later, so I can't be careless."
After repeating it, she chuckled, with a hint of wantonness in her laughter.
"Uncle Master, you think too much. I just want to sleep with you, but you're already thinking about the future. Look at you, you're always unwilling to do something when I ask you to, and you're happy when I force you. If you like this, just say it directly. Tell Jiang Qiying about that kind of truth. I'm not your disciple."
Without waiting for Fu Lanting's answer, she opened her wet arms and hugged him from behind.
"Do you like it this way? Or do you prefer something a little more aggressive?"
Fu Lanting's body froze, heat rose from his neck, and the moist feeling seemed to invade his nose.
He subconsciously tried to break free.
Jiang Zhaoyue, however, didn't care at all and continued smiling: "Alright, alright, I'm just touching you, okay? Please forgive me, uncle, I'm in trouble because of the demonic possession. Aren't you my elder? Please pamper me."
The woman's moist palm sank down from his neck, feeling a little cold.
Fu Lanting wouldn't have cared about the slight chill, but for some reason he shivered slightly and even his breathing quickened.
Realizing that if he continued, something unspeakable might really happen, he pursed his lips and grabbed Jiang Zhaoyue's arm.
When their skin touched, the moisture turned into steam in the scorching heat. Fu Lanting endured some indescribable feeling and pulled her hand out of his collar.
He lowered his voice and said calmly, "Put on your clothes first. This is not decent."
Jiang Zhaoyue's aggrieved voice sounded from behind.
She pressed against his back, complaining as if she had really been wronged: "There's no one else here."
"Put it on first."
Fu Lanting's tone was insistent.
"You prefer to keep your clothes on, don't you?"
Jiang Zhaoyue's aggrieved voice suddenly became excited. She stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Master, you are so good at it."
"That's not what I meant!"
Fu Lanting really didn't understand these things before, but after interacting with Jiang Zhaoyue, he gradually understood her hidden meaning. He took a deep breath and suddenly asked, "Who did you learn all this from?"
Lin Bozhou couldn't possibly teach his own disciples such things, could he? He was only in his twenties, so where did all these dirty words come from?
Without waiting for Jiang Zhaoyue to answer, he continued, "Are you doing the same to Jiang Qiying?"
"No."
He didn't allow her to put her hand inside his clothes, so Jiang Zhaoyue pinched his earlobe and played with the soft flesh. Her voice was a little sweet: "I only do this to you, Uncle Master. Look at you, you are trembling with excitement."
Fu Lanting gritted his teeth and did not answer her. He used a lot of willpower to move her hand away again.
He said angrily, "Just be quiet."
He originally wanted to leave directly, but with his cultivation level, Jiang Zhaoyue was unable to stop him.
But she is now in a state of demonic possession after all. With her unscrupulous character, Fu Lanting doubts whether she will do something more shocking. People who have scruples will always lose to those who have no scruples.
Jiang Zhaoyue was not annoyed and stopped her from pinching her earlobe, so she looked for another place.
She is always more tolerant towards the people she likes. This is her kindness.
Fu Lanting persisted for a while, but in the end he had no choice. He let out a breath, took out a piece of clothing from the ring, closed his eyes, turned around quickly, and wrapped the person with the clothing.
Seeing that Jiang Zhaoyue was still restless and wanted to struggle out of his clothes, he took out another blanket and wrapped him up like a dumpling.
Jiang Zhaoyue had an innocent look on her face, her body wrapped up in a ball, with only her head exposed. She blinked her bloodshot eyes and suddenly cried out in grievance, "Uncle Master, it's so hot."
Fu Lanting placed her gently on the throne, holding her clothes with one hand and steadying her shoulders with the other. At this moment, his ring vibrated slightly and an illusory picture appeared before him.
Lin Bozhou appeared in the screen with an anxious look on his face.
He was a little anxious: "What happened to Zhaoyue? You didn't explain clearly, just said she was possessed by a demon, and then said it was nothing. Are you trying to make me anxious to death?"
Fu Lanting froze, along with his facial expressions and movements.
This is a real-time summons.
However, because the picture appeared in front of him, it was only a small area, and Lin Bozhou could only see the area from his chest to the top of his head. Jiang Zhaoyue, whom he was holding with his hand, was outside the picture.
As long as she didn't make any sound, the other side wouldn't notice anything unusual.
But the situation was special at the time, and Fu Lanting really couldn't feel at ease to talk to his friends under such circumstances.
If Lin Bozhou knew that his disciple was in such a state now, he would probably rush over from Yunmiao Immortal Sect and die with him.
Fortunately, he was anxious for Jiang Zhaoyue and did not carefully observe the details of Fu Lanting's face.
After giving him a break, he spoke to his friend in his usual tone:
"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. Although she's possessed, her mind is clear. It's just that some of the demonic characteristics are showing, which might be misunderstood by others. I have a place here that's suitable for her to retreat in seclusion until the demon subsides."
At this point, he deliberately added a sentence to prove that he was thinking about something else at the moment: "Your apprentice worked so hard to get you the Wood Heart. You should also retreat and recover as soon as possible. I will take care of your disciples, so you don't have to worry."
Lin Bozhou's expression softened a bit, and he sighed. He didn't know if he was just saying it casually, "Then please help me take care of Zhaoyue. Most of the people in the Seven Immortal Sects are hypocritical beasts, so I can only trust you."
"good……"
Fu Lanting's last tone suddenly rose, then stopped abruptly, and his expression almost collapsed.
He didn't dare to move, not even to look down.
Because Lin Bozhou was watching him.
Hearing his strange voice, he frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"nothing."
Fu Lanting answered briefly and calmly, hoping that he would finish the interrogation soon.
But Lin Bozhou did not do as he wished.
He thought for two breaths, then instructed Fu Lanting: "I don't know how long I will be in seclusion this time. It may be soon, or it may take a long time. Please help me keep an eye on the Yunmiao Immortal Sect. Also, you said before that Luo Huaiyin coveted Zhaoyue, so please keep an eye on him as well."
"good."
Fu Lanting pursed his lips, and his eyes seemed to be still looking at his friend, but in fact his mind was already elsewhere.
Jiang Zhaoyue was right across from him, separated from him by a communication image.
Her hands were tied, and she had somehow managed to pull her feet out from under the blanket.
Her legs are long and round, as white as jade.
At first, she just casually put her feet on Fu Lanting's thighs, but as he talked with Lin Bozhou, her movements gradually moved upwards.
While Fu Lanting was speaking, he stepped on her viciously.
The master almost bit his teeth to pieces before he managed to hold on without showing any abnormality.
But they were friends after all. After Lin Bozhou finished his task, he suddenly stared at him, frowning and asking, "What's wrong with you? You've been acting like you're filled with resentment since just now?"
"fine."
Fu Lanting only replied with two short words.
Lin Bozhou stared at him for a while, perhaps too lazy to care about his friend's private affairs, so he paused and said, "By the way, where's Zhaoyue? Is she with you? Let me see."
Fu Lanting's breath was choked.
After half a breath, he said calmly, "She is in seclusion."
"So soon?"
Lin Bozhou frowned, thought for a moment, and then said, "Then let me take a look at her. There's no fixed time for this retreat, and I don't know how long I'll be away from her. A child has never been away from me for so long. I really can't let her go if I don't take a look."
Fu Lanting held back his burning breath and pretended to be disgusted.
"She's already in her twenties. She's your Yunmiao Immortal Sect's current senior sister. She's not a child anymore. She's so clingy and mushy that someone who doesn't know her would think your disciple is only three years old."
"What do you care about me?"
Lin Bozhou hated to hear anyone say bad things about his disciples, even if it was his close friend. He immediately said angrily, "I raised this little girl, so what's wrong with me being a little loving to her? Do you think she's that wooden stake from your family, Jiang Qiying?"
He said with a sullen face: "Hurry up, let me take a look, I'm going to retreat immediately."
However, Fu Lanting did not take any action.
Lin Bozhou waited for two breaths, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and moved closer to the image.
His voice calmed down and he stared at Fu Lanting's facial features. There was a hint of darkness in his eyes and his emotion could not be seen.
"Fu Lanting."
Lin Bozhou looked at him quietly, his voice unchanged, but a hint of pressure suddenly emerged from his calmness: "You seem to... have been preventing me and Zhaoyue from meeting?"
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The author has something to say: Two chapters combined into one.
Jiang Zhaoyue (lively and cheerful version): Is it fun, uncle? Isn't it super exciting?
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