Chapter 37 Knowing that the master and the disciple.
His heart suddenly jumped, and at that moment, Fu Lanting's heartbeat almost stopped.
The suspicious eyes of friends are right around the corner.
Outside the image, Jiang Zhaoyue smiled at him, drawing spiritual energy into the air, forming a short line of words: "Let me touch it, and I'll help you. Promise me to blink."
She seemed to have aimed at Fu Lanting's psychological defenses, knowing that if she made excessive demands at once, the master would rather die than agree, so she only made excessive demands so that he could barely accept them.
At such a critical moment, Fu Lanting had no way to refuse her, and there was not even room for bargaining.
He blinked rapidly.
He loosened the blanket wrapped around Jiang Zhaoyue.
Trying his best to avoid looking in her direction, Fu Lanting said to Lin Bozhou with a calm expression and a level voice, "She's in seclusion, and you insist on asking your disciple to come out and see her. You're so bored. Well, since you want to see her, go ahead. I'll call her over."
After saying this, he sneered and said sarcastically, "Don't think that everyone covets your disciple, only you love him the most."
No one knew how uneasy he felt when he said this.
Jiang Zhaoyue next to him was completely different from him.
She put on her clothes slowly and carefully, and looked at herself in the mirror beside her. Only when Fu Lanting started to feel anxious did she tidy herself up and walk to the communication screen.
"Master."
A sweet voice, a gentle face, without a trace of evil in her, even though her eyes were still red at this moment.
When Lin Bozhou saw her, he breathed a sigh of relief with a somewhat tense expression, and then showed a distressed expression.
"It's all Master's fault. He caused Zhaoyue to become a demon. Do you want Master to come over? Otherwise, I will stop my retreat. How can I be at ease with you like this?"
Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him coquettishly, and her voice was more soothing.
"Master, I'm fine. Look, I'm fine now, aren't I? You should go into seclusion to heal your injuries first. My uncle is here, he will take care of me."
"Okay then."
Lin Bozhou nodded and said, "Don't be afraid when Master is not around. If you have anything, just tell Fu Lanting."
After saying that, he looked at Fu Lanting again and said, "Please, I owe you a favor."
For a strong man of his level, favors are no small matter.
Fu Lanting stood quietly beside Jiang Zhaoyue and said indifferently, "Alright, we've known each other for hundreds of years, so there's no need to say such things. Just focus on your retreat. With me here, both your disciples and the Yunmiao Immortal Sect will be fine."
"good."
Lin Bozhou's eyes showed a touch of emotion, but he did not refuse.
He and Fu Lanting had known each other since they were young. Although they always liked to make sarcastic remarks, they still had a good relationship.
After giving Jiang Zhaoyue a few more instructions, he finally closed the communication.
The moment the image disappeared, Fu Lanting breathed a long sigh of relief. Before he could completely relax, he felt a soft body leaning towards him. Jiang Zhaoyue's fingertips rested lightly on his arm.
The obedience on her face disappeared, replaced by an extremely aggressive gaze, as if trying to penetrate his collar.
She exhaled like orchid and leaned close to his ear: "Uncle Master, I helped you, it's time for you to repay me."
Fu Lanting's body froze.
His instinct told him to dodge, but he was the one who had just agreed.
A person like him would not go back on his word, even with Jiang Zhaoyue's cultivation level, he couldn't do anything to him.
The one who locked him up was actually himself.
The master was frozen for a long time until Jiang Zhaoyue touched his chest.
He closed his eyes and his voice softened, which was rare.
"Can you... change the terms?"
He had just been communicating with Lin Bozhou, promising him to take good care of his disciples, but in the blink of an eye he was doing this kind of thing with Jiang Zhaoyue. Morality and shame were about to jump out of his heart, and he pointed at him and called him a beast in human clothing and a hypocrite.
Jiang Zhaoyue lifted his collar with her fingertips, a very forceful gesture, but her voice was gentle: "Master uncle promised me, you can't go back on your word."
"But……"
"Don't worry, I won't tell Master. As long as you don't say anything, no one will know."
Like a lure, her voice entangled him, like a hook, reaching into his heart.
Jiang Zhaoyue is best at luring people into falling deeper into the wrong path. She will tell you little by little, slowly, like boiling a frog in warm water, that this is nothing, this is not wrong, and this will be a secret that will never be known to anyone.
But there is no secret in this world that will never be known.
Mistakes will eventually be revealed, just as once a person makes a choice, there is no turning back.
In fact, Fu Lanting knew very well in his heart that he could not hide it from Lin Bozhou for his entire life. Instead of hiding it, it would be better to tell him early and draw a clear line with Jiang Zhaoyue. This was the most sensible approach.
But he always chooses the opposite direction for some unknown reason.
Jiang Zhaoyue explored his body while watching his uncle's rare contemplation and struggle.
When she felt a bulge, she pinched it maliciously.
Fu Lanting took a breath and looked at her immediately.
But he only saw the innocent eyes of the woman. She deliberately smiled and asked him: "Uncle Master, what is this thing of yours? It's so strange, it gets hard when you pinch it."
His cheeks flushed uncontrollably, but it was hard to tell how much of it was out of shame and how much out of annoyance.
"Jiang Zhaoyue!"
Fu Lanting lowered his voice but gritted his teeth and called her.
But his good 'Junior Brother' acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and said perfunctorily while touching the ground: "Yeah, I'm here."
"Have you touched enough?"
Fu Lanting resisted the urge to push her away and tried to remain calm.
"I did promise you, but you've touched me enough. I promised your master to take care of you. You should first deal with the demonic possession."
"Aren't I solving it now?" Jiang Zhaoyue fumbled for a while, and probably felt that this was inconvenient, so he simply pressed him on the golden sandalwood throne, threw himself into his arms, and rested his cheek on his shoulder.
The contact became very intimate at once.
Her hands kept moving as she sighed, "Food and sex are human nature, don't you think so, Uncle Master? My demonic state has improved a lot, and it's all thanks to you."
Fu Lanting wanted to push her away but hesitated because of his previous promise. He closed his eyes and calmly retorted, "It's no use trying to coax me with such words now, Jiang Zhaoyue. You simply want to take advantage of me."
"Wow, Master-uncle is so smart."
She didn't even bother pretending. Seeing that Fu Lanting had seen through her, she raised her head to look at him and breathed on his face. Her eyes were seductive and her tone was full of resentment.
"Uncle Master, don't close your eyes. I still like you to look at me with your eyes open. Look, I'm going to touch here. Are you sure you want to keep your eyes closed?"
Fu Lanting opened his eyes suddenly, saw her palm moving downwards, and immediately grabbed it.
"That's enough."
"Not enough, I haven't touched Junior Master..."
"Shut up!"
He was just hard to listen to.
"You can touch me too, I don't mind."
Jiang Zhaoyue pressed her face against his chest. Although her wrist was grabbed and her movements were controlled, she still couldn't help but rub against Fu Lanting's broad and hard chest, and said with a nostalgic tone:
"I want to sleep on my uncle's chest."
Fu Lanting had been tormented by her many times, but even now, he still couldn't get used to Jiang Zhaoyue's directness. He could only push her away with an embarrassed look: "Get off, you've touched enough."
"Why are you so stingy?"
Jiang Zhaoyue sat down next to him and snorted softly, as if she was angry, but Fu Lanting knew that her words and actions were always unpredictable.
As expected, she straightened her sleeves and said casually, "Forget it. Since my uncle doesn't want to, I'll find someone else. I think he will definitely be willing to entertain me."
When Fu Lanting heard this, he immediately said, "Don't look for Jiang Qiying. Don't teach him bad things."
"Who said I was looking for him?"
Jiang Zhaoyue was surprised, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Master, don't you know? Some people are more proactive than you."
So Fu Lanting immediately thought of another person.
"Lian Yueqing."
There was a chill in his tone when he mentioned the name.
Jiang Zhaoyue came up to observe his expression with great interest. She poked his cheek curiously: "Uncle Master, do you hate him very much? Then how about I help you punish him?"
Coming from her mouth, that 'punishment' probably wasn't a proper punishment.
Fu Lanting pressed his eyebrows and felt a little headache.
Jiang Qiting is still under his nose. If it were Lian Yueqing, it would be much easier for her to get close to Jiang Zhaoyue without being noticed, and he couldn't stay with Jiang Zhaoyue all the time in the future.
After a long pause, he took the initiative to ask, "What did you ask that female disciple to pass on to him?"
"It's a suit of clothes."
It's hard to tell whether Jiang Zhaoyue's words of love are true or false, but he is very honest at times when he shouldn't be honest.
She looked into Fu Lanting's eyes and described it carefully: "It's a very beautiful dress, with an exquisite collar, chains, and fabric as thin as a cicada's wing. Uncle, do you want it too?"
As soon as Fu Lanting heard her description, he knew it was something improper.
He had an even bigger headache.
Firstly, Jiang Zhaoyue was interested in Lian Yueqing, and secondly, Lian Yueqing was such a hypocritical person that he was really afraid that the old man would fulfill her wish. With Jiang Zhaoyue's personality, he would definitely be attracted to her.
Even if he put aside the ambiguous relationship between them, he had promised Lin Bozhou that he would never let her get involved with that kind of shady person.
Otherwise he would be too embarrassed to see his friends.
Thinking of this, Fu Lanting looked at her bright and interested eyes, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "I let you touch him, but you are not allowed to see him."
God knows how difficult this decision was for Master Qi Ling, who has always been cold and aloof from women.
He immediately added, "You can only touch the upper body."
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Zhaoyue had already roughly pulled off his collar and bit his collarbone.
She showed no mercy at all and bit very deeply. Fu Lanting frowned but didn't stop her in the end.
When Jiang Zhaoyue raised his head, there was blood between his lips and teeth.
She smiled evilly, like a man-eating banshee.
"Master, I know you love me the most. Master's blood is sweet and fragrant."
Fu Lanting frowned and looked at her for a while, but finally couldn't stand the sight of her with red eyes and blood in her mouth. With a frown on his face, he took out a handkerchief from his ring.
After wiping the blood from Jiang Zhaoyue's mouth, he said in a deep voice, "Don't bite people all the time. It makes things bloody and dirty. Also, if I hadn't withdrawn my defense in time, my own physical defense would have broken all your teeth."
This is the gap between top powerhouses and ordinary cultivators.
Even if he stood there and let you kill him, it would be difficult to break the physical defense of a top-level strong man, let alone drive spiritual power.
"It's okay, I know my uncle will love me."
Jiang Zhaoyue looked excited, but spoke sweet words to coax people. At least at this moment, even Yueqing probably didn't know who she was in her heart.
Fu Lanting carefully observed her expression and felt relieved when he saw that her attention was all on him.
He now has some understanding of this cheap nephew.
It is very easy to control the unscrupulous Jiang Zhaoyue. All you have to do is give her some benefits, but these benefits are things that are difficult to talk about.
Jiang Zhaoyue saw that his expression had relaxed a little, and the smile on her lips deepened. She did not expose his thoughts, but continued to boil him like a frog in warm water. She stroked the bloody tooth mark, revealing an intoxicated and happy look, and continued to act coquettishly:
"Uncle Master, I want to see you make a hole here and put the chain on, okay?"
She stroked the bulge of Fu Lanting's chest through the fabric of his clothes. Although the request was excessive, she sounded sweet and intimate.
Fu Lanting subconsciously glanced down, then his expression froze for a moment. Perhaps he was thinking of some image, and he immediately refused: "Are you dreaming? You want to wear such a shameless thing on me?"
He really didn't know what was going on in Jiang Zhaoyue's mind. She always had so many tricks to torment him.
"But I want to see it."
Jiang Zhaoyue acted like a girl, pouted, and shook his arm.
"Promise me, okay? Please, uncle, good uncle, you are the best person in the world."
Before she succeeds, she is always sweet-mouthed.
Fu Lanting thought of that scene again and insisted: "No."
At the end, he even added before her: "Don't threaten me, even if you go to find Jiang Qiying."
"All right."
Jiang Zhaoyue sighed, looking less interested, and let go of his arm, saying quietly, "Then I'll listen to my uncle and go find Senior Brother Jiang. I wonder what kind of chain Senior Brother Jiang likes."
Fu Lanting: “?”
His forehead was bulging.
"I'm saying you shouldn't do this kind of thing, not encouraging you to go find Jiang Qiying."
"But I want to see it."
Her eyes were still so innocent, pure and clean, like a naive girl who knew nothing about the world.
Her fingertips brushed across his chest, her tone ambiguous.
"Such a beautiful chest, wouldn't it look even better with decorations? I was clearly thinking about my uncle, but he hurt me like this. I'm really sad."
Fu Lanting opened and closed his lips for a long time before he said firmly, "No."
This is his bottom line.
Wearing that earring last time was already embarrassing. He was the head of a sect. If someone saw him, would he still be able to live as a human being? And to have a hole in that place...
Jiang Zhaoyue said nothing, took out the communication jade talisman and began to type: "Senior Lian Yue, do you have any tomorrow..."
The jade talisman for communication was snatched away, interrupting the communication.
Fu Lanting took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling several times, before he said in a low voice, "Okay."
Jiang Zhaoyue immediately put away the jade talisman and threw herself into his arms. She kissed the tooth mark, as if all the affection in the world was in her eyes.
"Master uncle is so nice, I like him so much."
She looked up at him, tossing out sweet words one by one, which were so sweet.
And Fu Lanting finally understood why Lin Bozhou liked this eldest disciple so much.
When she's not doing bad things, she's really good at coaxing people.
With an indescribable feeling, which he couldn't tell whether it was resistance or excitement, he finally helped Jiang Zhaoyue refine a thin chain with his own hands amidst her repeated words of "I like it".
The thin golden chain with a ruby at the end looked like a set with the earrings.
Jiang Zhaoyue showed heartache on her face, said sweet words to him, and pierced a hole in his chest without mercy.
It was a bit painful to pierce such a sensitive area. Fu Lanting endured the burning pain. For a moment, he suddenly felt like he was going crazy.
Three months ago, he would have thought it absurd to even mention such a thing, let alone do it. But now, just because the woman in front of him said a few words and acted coquettishly, he agreed to this outrageous request.
His bottom line was lowered little by little.
While he was daydreaming, Jiang Zhaoyue had already put the chest chain on his chest.
The golden light flickered, and a bit of red fell on the snow-white skin like blood.
As the strongest man, Fu Lanting's body is close to perfection, and with that swaying chain, just looking at him quietly gives off an indescribable aura.
He glanced down, his breath caught in his throat, and he immediately wanted to close his clothes to cover it up.
Jiang Zhaoyue stopped him.
She stroked the thin chain, leaned over and kissed it carefully. After a while, she raised her head amid Fu Lanting's rapid breathing.
Her lips are as bright as her eyes.
She looked at him, her eyes filled with the Milky Way.
"Great, Uncle Master, you are so beautiful."
There wasn't a trace of falsehood in this praise; it was so sincere that it made Fu Lanting's face turn red quickly. He looked away, feeling his heart beating like a drum.
He was clearly resisting and was forced to agree to the conditions, but when Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him like this, he shamefully felt pleasure.
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't tease him anymore.
She stood up gently and rarely, threw herself into his arms, put her arms around his waist, and hugged him in the closest and most intimate posture.
There was no deliberate caressing or teasing, she just hugged him gently with a smile in her voice, as if she was confiding in him, or acting coquettishly.
"I like Master Uncle so much. I like Master Uncle's face, Master Uncle's body, and the expression on his face when he says no. Master Uncle, can you be mine? I really like you so much."
Fu Lanting's eyes were slightly stunned. After a while, out of some unknown emotion, he asked in a low voice: "What about you? Who do you belong to?"
"Who does Master want me to belong to?"
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't answer, but asked instead. At the end, she chuckled: "Who I belong to, of course, depends on who belongs to me completely. That's fair, Uncle-Master."
She never answered such questions directly.
Fu Lanting knew very well what kind of person she was, but he still stayed in the tenderness of that moment and still believed her.
It was a tender moment until a low and calm voice came from outside the hall.
"Disciple requests to see Master."
Fu Lanting's pensive mood finally came to an end at this moment.
He hurriedly pulled his clothes together, but was stopped by Jiang Zhaoyue.
She pointed at his chest with some malicious intent, then whispered in his ear, "Master, you're so sensitive. It's swollen here, and it's obvious even with your clothes closed."
Fu Lanting said angrily, "Shut up."
Then he closed his collar, only to discover to his dismay that it was indeed obvious.
Outside the hall, Jiang Qiying's voice was heard again, calm and composed, as if she was already used to his hesitation.
"Master, disciple requests to see you."
Fu Lanting didn't answer him, trying to let the pain in his chest subside.
But I don’t know if it’s because of the hole, or if there’s someone watching him, but after the swelling subsides, it will swell up again immediately even if it rubs against the fabric of his clothes.
Jiang Zhaoyue was dazzled watching from the side. She exclaimed: "Wow, you are so excited."
This time, Fu Lanting didn't even want to ask her to shut up.
After trying and failing several times, he finally gave up with a dark face.
After thinking for a moment, the headmaster raised his hands and folded them across his chest to block out those strange thoughts, making a gesture of rejection. Then he raised his voice and said, "Come in."
Jiang Zhaoyue was standing next to him.
But this time, both of them were dressed neatly, and Fu Lanting did not ask her to hide.
Lin Bozhou asked him to take care of Jiang Zhaoyue, and he couldn't keep it a secret from Jiang Qiying forever.
Jiang Qiying walked into the hall and saw Jiang Zhaoyue at first sight.
But this time he didn't show any strange expression. He just kept his gaze on her for a moment, then bowed and said, "Greetings, Master."
"Um."
Fu Lanting lowered his eyes to look at him: "What's the matter?"
Without waiting for Jiang Qiying's reply, he cleared his throat and said, "Lin Bozhou has been in seclusion for a long time. Jiang Zhaoyue went to the Moon Soul Altar of the Jiyue Immortal Sect before, and there is still some resentment in her body. Her master asked me to take care of her, and she needs to recuperate here for a while."
After a pause, he added, "If you want to see her, come to Chonghua Palace. I will let her stay in a side hall."
Every word is explained very clearly.
As a master, he actually didn't need to explain it in such detail to his disciples, and as the head of the sect, he didn't need to explain it to a junior.
He did this subconsciously, which showed that the master still had some guilt in his heart that he himself could hardly detect.
Jiang Qi listened silently, without showing any sign of disobedience or disrespect. He simply nodded and said, "Disciple, I understand."
Then he asked Jiang Zhaoyue directly: "Junior sister, can I have a word with you for a moment?"
Fu Lanting on the throne frowned slightly, but ultimately did not say anything to stop it.
Jiang Qiying didn't ask what he meant.
Jiang Zhaoyue glanced at their faces, smiled and nodded: "Okay."
She walked towards the side hall, and Jiang Qiying followed closely behind her.
At such a close distance, as long as Fu Lanting wanted, it would be like speaking in his ear or in front of him.
But for some reason, Jiang Qiying still chose this place.
Entered the side hall and closed the door.
Jiang Zhaoyue turned around and looked at him, and felt warmth coming over her.
Jiang Qiying hugged her tightly.
"Junior sister."
His voice rang in her ears, filled with repression, intolerance and a hint of forbearance.
Even though she knew that her master was right outside the door and that he could hear and see everything, Jiang Qiying still hugged her tightly.
His lowered eyes were dark and no emotion could be seen, but his voice sounded longing.
He let go of the person in his arms, but still held her shoulders. His usually cold voice now had an indescribable softness, and even his eyes softened, making it hard to refuse.
"I miss you so much, can you kiss me, please, Junior Sister?"
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The author has something to say: Two chapters combined into one.
Jiang Qiying: Master is old, Junior Sister, feel me, I am still young.
[The blackened senior brother suddenly changed into a green tea fishing style]
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