Chapter 50: Loneliness, you are just like this after all.
Apart from anything else, at least his composure in the face of danger was consistent with the sect leaders' imagination of Jiang Zhaoyue.
Twelve pairs of eyes were cast on her. Except for the head of a certain Jiyue Sect, the rest were just looking at her. This looking lasted for a long time until Fu Lanting turned around with an unhappy expression, blocking Jiang Zhaoyue's figure.
The headmaster's face was cold, and he didn't even look at the others. He only said to Lian Yueqing, "You useless piece of shit. Even if you have one more person to help you, it doesn't matter. A useless piece of shit is still a useless piece of shit. You think you can steal someone else's girlfriend? Why don't you look in the mirror and see if you are worthy enough?"
His words were really harsh.
But none of the other sect leaders showed any surprise, as they were clearly aware of Sect Leader Qi Ling's sharp tongue.
Lian Yueqing also had bloodstains on his body, but his expression was calm. Even in such a situation, he still had a smile on his face, and the faint figure of a woman was reflected in his mysterious and beautiful deep purple eyes.
Fu Lanting was clearly standing in front of Jiang Zhaoyue, but he seemed not to notice him. He walked past him and said to Jiang Zhaoyue, "My friend, we meet again."
After these words were spoken, Fu Lanting's face became even colder, while the other sect leaders showed indescribable expressions in their silence.
It seemed like after all these years, I finally understood clearly what kind of person Lian Yueqing was.
It was previously rumored that Fu Lanting had stolen his disciple's wife, and he would have acquiesced to it, but now even Yueqing had acquiesced to stealing someone else's wife. It was like a dream. After knowing each other for a hundred years, he could still see such a thing happening. Even the masters felt enlightened.
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't care what others thought. She leaned out from behind Fu Lanting with a smile on her face and a gentle tone, but there was no intimacy, just a normal tone.
"Senior Lian Yue, please don't bully my uncle."
Such obviously biased words instantly made the face of the master who was standing in front of her look much better.
The coldness on Fu Lanting's face melted away. He turned around and touched the top of her head, saying lovingly, "Ignore him. He's a mean person. We won't learn from him."
But Lian Yueqing, who was standing opposite, was not in such a good mood.
Even though he was a man who never showed his emotions, and the smile on his face faded a little, Lian Yueqing still didn't get angry. She just sighed softly, "My friend, you are still like this. You really are partial."
He sighed, but soon his smile deepened. His eyes instantly became slightly deeper, as if he could see through things. Lian Yueqing's voice was leisurely, like a sneer and a mockery:
"Between me and Fu Lanting, you prefer him. I'm not surprised. After all, Sect Leader Fu's method of pleasing people is far superior to mine. I just don't know if you will favor him every time and with everyone."
He was indeed very perceptive and accurately saw the most direct problem between Jiang Zhaoyue and Fu Lanting.
Even when the gentle expression on the headmaster's face faded, he continued, "A master may seize his disciple's wife, but after all, they met when they were young and have experienced life and death together. Even if you are unparalleled in combat, can the love earned by status and strength really be that deep?"
Others might only partially understand what he said, but Jiang Zhaoyue, Fu Lanting, and the three elders all knew who he was talking about.
This is something Fu Lanting has always been reluctant to mention.
Every time he asked Jiang Zhaoyue, he wanted to get her confirmation. Compared with others, Jiang Zhaoyue would choose him without hesitation. But as long as the other party was Jiang Qiying, she never gave a direct answer, or in other words, she never chose him firmly.
Sometimes he would wonder if her current intimacy with him was only because of his strength.
If he was not the headmaster of Qi Ling, not a respected figure, would Jiang Zhaoyue still choose him?
Lian Yueqing's words undoubtedly hit the part of his heart that he least wanted to imagine.
Fu Lanting's face paled slightly, but he didn't show any abnormality because of his words. He just said indifferently: "Besides sowing discord, what else can you do? You say all this just because you are unwilling to accept that Zhaoyue will never choose you. You are angry and embarrassed, but you have to pretend to be indifferent. It's a pity that in her heart, you are not even as good as Chu Jinhe."
The other masters were unfamiliar with the name 'Chu Jinhe', but Lian Yueqing's eyes could see many things he wanted to see, and he obviously knew who Fu Lanting was talking about.
In Jiang Zhaoyue's heart, he is indeed the least important. No matter whether it is Jiang Qiying, Chu Jinhe, or even Luo Huaiyin, he knows what choice she will make without any hesitation.
Lian Yueqing was different from them. He might not really like her, but the arrogance in his heart made him unwilling to admit that he was so insignificant.
This is something he cannot tolerate.
After these two sentences, both sides felt much worse.
The third elder was even more frightened, fearing that they would fight again.
After a few moments of silence, Xuanqi Sect Master Lou Xuanyin cleared his throat and suggested, "It's getting late. Since Young Friend Zhaoyue is here, Fellow Daoist Fu, you and Brother Lianyue have already had a fight. How about we call it a day for now?"
Fu Lanting glanced at him without saying anything, but his eyes were a little cold.
This made Lou Xuanyin look stunned, not knowing what was wrong with his words, until Lian Yueqing also looked at him.
Lian Yueqing's expression wasn't cold at all, and she asked him gently, "Brother Lou, do you also know Young Friend Jiang?"
"ah?"
Lou Xuanyin looked bewildered, and after a moment he said, "Brother Lian Yue, why do you say that?"
Lian Yueqing smiled but said nothing.
“…”
Lou Xuanyin thought about it for a while, and according to their way of thinking, he finally understood what was going on.
Lian Yueqing, who wanted to poach someone, only called him "Little Friend Jiang", while he called him "Little Friend Zhaoyue". The difference between the first name and the last name was immediately apparent.
After figuring it out, Master Xuanqi's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he suddenly felt a throbbing sensation on his forehead.
He just said it casually without thinking about it. He cared so much about such trivial things. It can only be said that Fu Lanting and Lian Yueqing are indeed rivals in love.
To be honest, if it weren't for the previous farce, he would never have thought of this.
Try your best to suppress the speechlessness in your heart.
Lou Xuanyin simply looked at Jiang Zhaoyue and said, "My dear friend, why don't you give Fellow Daoist Fu some advice?"
Fu Lanting immediately blocked his sight and said in a cold voice: "Tell me what you have to say."
The master was not overly nervous, mainly because he knew Jiang Zhaoyue too well.
To reduce the possibility of her becoming interested in someone is to reduce the communication between them. With the previous experience of Lian Yueqing, his vigilance increased almost exponentially.
Across from him, Lou Xuanyin pursed his lips slightly and pressed his solar plexus to suppress his anger: "Friend Fu, you're overthinking it."
Fu Lanting remained unmoved.
Jiang Zhaoyue, on the other hand, smiled and spoke softly, "Uncle Master, forget it. Since Master Xuanqi has said so, can you forgive Senior Lian Yue for the time being?"
"good."
Lou Xuanyin's advice just now was obviously not as effective as Jiang Zhaoyue's simple words.
Fu Lanting protected her behind him and said without hesitation, "Let's go home."
After saying this, he glanced coldly at Lian Yueqing, his tone full of warning: "If you send Zhaoyue that kind of unpresentable message again, Lian Yueqing, I will definitely peel off your skin next time and let the world see whether you are such a coquettish person under your elegant and bright appearance."
After giving the warning, he took Jiang Zhaoyue's hand and prepared to leave.
But suddenly I heard a light laugh behind me.
Just when the other masters were about to breathe a sigh of relief and return home, Lian Yueqing stroked his chest, neither hurriedly nor slowly.
He said with a smile, "Have you heard of 'Love Poison'?"
Of course Fu Lanting had heard of it.
Jiang Zhaoyue had lied to Jiang Qiying before, saying that he had given him the 'love poison', but that was just a lie. Apart from that, he had never heard of such a thing as the 'love poison' in this world.
Lian Yueqing didn't care about his reaction, he seemed to be talking to himself.
When I gently stroked my heart, I felt a slight warmth in my flesh.
He smiled gently and said word by word, "There's a 'lovesickness' in my body and in Jiang Xiaoyou's body. Do you think that by not seeing or contacting each other, you can sever the connection between us?"
Fu Lanting stopped completely.
He turned to look at Lian Yueqing, but this time there was no murderous intent in his eyes, only a calmness as if he was looking at a dead object.
His voice was even steady, like the calm before the storm.
"What did you say?"
Lian Yueqing's smile widened, her brows curved, and her usual bright and clear temperament suddenly took on a surprising madness because of her overly deep smile.
He stared at Fu Lanting with smiling eyes, as if asking him to listen more carefully, so he slowed down his voice and spoke very clearly.
"This pair of 'Love Poison' was originally prepared for you, but Fu Lanting didn't use it on you, right? Do you know why? Because you don't deserve it. You don't even deserve the 'Love Poison'. Yet, it's ridiculous that you call yourself the right person, the protagonist. If I were to say the protagonist, it should be your disciple, right? You forcibly took your disciple's wife, and yet you have the nerve to scold me for flirting?"
It can be said that Master Ji Yue either keeps silent or shocks everyone when he does.
He was so good-tempered before, and even when he was trying to sow discord, his words were so gentle, as if there was nothing fishy about them.
But until this moment, it was like the bared fangs of a wild beast, and its malice suddenly appeared.
Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him with some surprise, with a look of surprise as if he had discovered a new world.
Apparently Lian Yueqing's sudden outburst aroused her curiosity.
But Fu Lanting was not in such a good mood.
He looked at Lian Yueqing quietly for a long time, then turned around and asked Jiang Zhaoyue: "Xiaobao, is what he said true?"
"It's true."
Jiang Zhaoyue never hid these things, she answered truthfully: "Senior Lian Yue found a pair of love insects from somewhere, I thought they were new to me, so I played with them for a while. Since it was Senior Lian Yue who found them, I gave them to him. The mother insect is with me, and the child insect is with him. However, Senior Lian Yue said that it wouldn't have much of an impact."
This is her true thought.
What Jiang Zhaoyue is best at is to treat others in their own way.
After hearing her explanation, Fu Lanting's expression improved a little. He suddenly sneered: "I thought you were something else, but you turned out to be a cheapskate. Whether I am Zhaoyue's true love or not has nothing to do with you. You will never be one anyway."
It can be seen that even the masters who hold high positions can sound very unpleasant when they scold others or criticize others.
After saying this, Fu Lanting completely ignored the people behind him. He took Jiang Zhaoyue's hand and left the Ninth Heaven with the third elder.
Only the other five remained silent.
After a long while, the Jinyang Sect Leader, who was also covered in blood, finally coughed and said softly, "Well, it's getting late. Since Fu Lanting has left, let's go too."
After a pause, he hesitated a bit, and added, "Brother Lian Yue, that Gu... you'd better find a way to get it out."
When Lian Yueqing said this before, he thought it was Lian Yueqing who had put a Gu on Fu Lanting's lover. But after talking for a while, he found out that it was someone else who had put a Gu on him, and the mother Gu was actually on Jiang Zhaoyue.
The purpose of the insect is usually for the mother insect to control the baby insects. If he hadn't looked carefully just now and realized that it was a young girl, he would have suspected that Jiang Zhaoyue was the reincarnation of an evil demon from a thousand years ago.
He had seen many conspiracies and tricks that could deceive people's hearts, but this was the first time he had seen people so eager to be ruined by others.
Lian Yueqing didn't respond to his words, but just bowed: "Thank you, Brother Qin, for your help."
He just greeted him, and Lian Yueqing didn't look at anyone else as he flew down from the ninth heaven.
The remaining four sect leaders all breathed a sigh of relief. The Taiyuan Immortal Sect's sect leader sighed, "I'm going to go back and tell my disciples not to provoke them. I've lived for hundreds of years, and this is the first time I've seen someone so crazy. Did you see that chest just now? I was embarrassed to look at it."
The leader of the Dianxing Immortal Sect next to him looked even more sad than him.
"If this happens a few more times, I'll go crazy. I'm just about to go into seclusion, just like last time. When will Lin Bozhou come out? He's the woman's master, so he should be able to take some control, right?"
"I don't know, but he didn't show up even with such a big commotion this time. Perhaps it was a critical moment, so he blocked out all outside interference. If that's the case, he should be well soon."
The masters usually paid close attention to him and knew that he had previously obtained the 'Heart of Wood' and was recovering from his injuries.
"Forget it, let's go back."
The figures disappeared, and the pressure from the Ninth Heaven gradually dissipated, and the noisy night slowly returned to calm.
As soon as the Third Elder returned to the Qi Ling Xian Sect, he bowed and left, obviously still feeling frightened.
Fu Lanting and Jiang Zhaoyue returned to Chonghua Hall.
After what happened to Lian Yueqing, the headmaster felt even more threatened. As soon as he stood still in the hall, he took Jiang Zhaoyue's hand and placed it against his chest.
The cold chain and the hot palm overlap, bringing a somewhat contradictory touch.
Fu Lanting's voice was a little low: "Xiaobao, do you really like Uncle Shishu?"
People who lack a sense of security always like to ask this kind of questions. Although the headmaster didn't say it before, it seems that he was still affected by Lian Yueqing's words.
Jiang Zhaoyue touched the small wound on his broad chest with some heartache, and immediately said, "Of course I like Master Uncle. Senior Lian Yue is too much. He actually attacked Master Uncle."
The wounds were not deep, so they didn't hurt much. When she touched them with her palm, it felt more itchy.
Fu Lanting paused for a moment before smiling: "I knew that Xiaobao still likes Uncle Shishu."
Lian Yueqing, who the hell is he?
"Uncle Master, don't move. I'll help you apply the medicine."
Such a shallow wound can actually be healed in no time as long as he uses his spiritual power.
But Fu Lanting did not refuse her kindness. He walked to the golden sandalwood throne and sat down. He opened his clothes, leaned back in the chair, looked up at her, and exposed his upper body to her to make it easier for her to apply the medicine.
Jiang Zhaoyue applied the ointment on her fingertips, carefully, gently, and with a barely perceptible teasing touch, and rubbed it on his chest. Not long after, she saw that the master's breathing became slightly faster and his eyes became darker.
She threw herself into his arms, raised her head and rubbed his chin, her voice very charming: "Master uncle is so amazing, he fought two people without losing, can I reward you?"
Fu Lanting lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes gentle and indulgent: "Okay."
Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes sparkled as she climbed up his chest.
However, just as her 'reward' was about to reach its destination, a low and cold voice came from outside the hall.
"Disciple Jiang Qiying requests an audience."
Fu Lanting's dark eyes suddenly turned cold.
But what displeased him most was that when Jiang Zhaoyue heard Jiang Qiying's voice, he stood up from him without hesitation, and his tone was even a little more cheerful: "It's Brother Jiang."
If the person outside the door asking to see her was Luo Huaiyin or Chu Jinhe, she would most likely pretend not to hear him, and would only consider whether to meet him after being intimate with him.
Jiang Qiying is different.
He is indeed different.
Many thoughts flashed through Fu Lanting's mind, but seeing her smiling face, he still said, "Come in."
The palace door opened and Jiang Qiying walked into the palace.
He was polite first, and his etiquette was not perfunctory or wrong at all.
Then he looked up and saw his master with his clothes open on the throne and his junior sister beside him looking at him with a smile.
Fu Lanting did not hide anything, obviously intending to let him see it so that he would know clearly what to do and what not to do.
Jiang Qiying's gaze stayed on him for only a moment, and his expression did not change at all, as if he did not see such intimacy. He just smiled lightly and gently.
"Junior sister."
Jiang Qiying said bluntly: "Something unexpected happened tonight, is Junior Sister okay?"
"I'm fine, why are you here at this time, brother?"
Jiang Zhaoyue's words didn't have any other meaning, he was just asking him.
Jiang Qiying answered truthfully: "I was a little worried about Junior Sister, so I came here. I'm relieved that Junior Sister is fine."
Fu Lanting, with a pale expression, waited patiently for him to finish, then said, "Now that you have seen it, you can leave."
Jiang Qiying bowed to him again, her expression remaining calm as she spoke: "I have something else I want to say to you, Junior Sister. I don't think Master will mind."
Being so outspoken, it was obvious that Jiang Qiying no longer cared what he thought.
"What do you have to say now?"
"Master, do you want to hear what I'm saying to Junior Sister Jiang?"
Fu Lanting was now angry and disgusted with him.
After all, he is the only disciple that he has trained to this age. It is impossible to treat him as a complete stranger or enemy. Jiang Qiying is still his disciple and is under his protection. No matter how hateful or disgusting he is, he occupies such a large position in Jiang Zhaoyue's heart and has so much favor from her.
Human emotions are very complicated. Although Fu Lanting is the head of the sect, he is still a human being. Those complicated emotions make it impossible for him to punish Jiang Qiying like he punishes others, but he also cannot bear to watch him steal Jiang Zhaoyue's attention.
So much so that most of the time, he was actually silent when facing Jiang Qiying.
Jiang Zhaoyue might have seen the undercurrent between them, and the contradiction between love and hate. She smiled gently, took the initiative to walk down the high platform, and then turned back to Fu Lanting on the throne and said, "Uncle, I want to talk to my brother for a few words. I will be back soon."
Fu Lanting was naturally unhappy, but when he saw her gentle smile, he was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Come back soon."
"good."
Jiang Zhaoyue responded to him obediently, then quickly pulled Jiang Qiying out of Chonghua Hall. It seemed that he really wanted to "make a quick decision" and come back early.
Fu Lanting's gaze was fixed on their backs until they both disappeared from his sight.
His eyes were heavy as he sat alone on the throne, like a quiet and silent sculpture.
Jiang Zhaoyue took Jiang Qiying along several tree-lined paths before stopping beside a flowerbed bathed in moonlight.
She looked at him as tenderly as before, and her voice was still so gentle and soft.
"Brother, my uncle is not here anymore. If you have anything to say, just tell me directly."
Jiang Qiying said nothing, but suddenly moved closer and held her in his arms.
His face was buried in her neck.
"Junior sister."
The sound was a little dull, but very light.
"I always miss you. We're not far apart, but I feel like I'm thousands of miles away from you. I want to control myself, but I don't know how. I know that Master has been so kind to me, and I shouldn't be competing with him for anything. But why you? Why you?"
The warm liquid flowed into her collar.
They are silent tears.
"I really want to take you far away and leave here forever, but I know you don't want to. I don't know how to stop suffering. Sometimes I want to kill my master, and sometimes I blame him for not killing me directly. Junior sister, what should I do?"
His struggle, torture, pain, unwillingness and resentment were all clearly revealed in these words.
The smile on Jiang Zhaoyue's face slowly faded. She reached back and hugged Jiang Qiying's back, stroking his back with her palms in a soothing manner.
I heard her gentle, calm voice, with a sigh.
"Brother, follow your heart. Your heart will tell you what you want. Whether it's giving up or fighting, doing good or doing evil, just follow your heart. As for the rest, they are just external things."
She really treats Jiang Qiying differently.
At least in the system's view, if it were someone else, the host might not be able to say something like "it's better to give up". She always touches people's hearts and never persuades people to give up.
The devil only cares about her own goals, and her kindness is minimal.
Perhaps it was because her voice was too gentle, or perhaps it was because her words were different from the deliberately affectionate and intimate ones in the past, Jiang Qiying's heart became strangely calm, and all the struggles and pains seemed to become lighter.
It was a long time before he let go of Jiang Zhaoyue. There were no tears in his eyes anymore, only calmness like water and a hint of invisible dependence.
"Junior sister."
He said almost without reason: "Tonight, stay with me, okay?"
His voice was slow and not urgent. It was filled with quiet sadness, yet mixed with calm rationality, giving off a strange sense of contradiction.
"You've been by Master's side these days, accompanying him all the time. Can you just stay with me tonight? Even if we can just look at the moon together, I'll be happy."
Jiang Zhaoyue looked into his eyes and saw his cautious plea beneath his calmness.
She sighed.
"Okay, I'll accompany you tonight."
Jiang Qiying then revealed a long-lost smile, and that kind of cautious cherishment would move anyone.
The system wasn't sure whether Jiang Zhaoyue would soften her heart just because of his look, but it saw that after Jiang Zhaoyue agreed, Jiang Qiying glanced towards Chonghua Palace, and a cold look flashed across his lips.
It seems to be saying: Master, you are nothing more than this after all.
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