Chapter 53: Temptation and Dadu Master, please teach me.
Fu Lanting had complicated feelings towards Lin Bozhou. On the one hand, he was a good friend whom he had known for many years. Although their personalities were very different, their interests and temperaments were similar. Even among the seven major immortal sects, such a friendship was rare.
The Jiyue Immortal Sect and the Jinyang Immortal Sect have a good relationship because their sects' skills have been connected since ancient times. In fact, the friendship between the Jinyang Sect Master and Lian Yueqing is not that deep.
Fu Lanting and Lin Bozhou are different. They met when they were young, experienced life and death together, and supported each other. Fu Lanting likes quietness and is not good at speaking, while Lin Bozhou has a gentle temperament and is cheerful. These two completely opposite people finally became friends for life and death.
However, Jiang Zhaoyue is Lin Bozhou's disciple.
When facing Jiang Qiying, he is the superior, the giver, the benefactor. Everything Jiang Qiying has is given by him. So although he feels guilty and heartbroken, he also feels that apart from the identity of his master, he does not owe Jiang Qiying anything.
It is Jiang Zhaoyue’s freedom to love whoever she wants, and it is also her freedom to like whoever she wants.
Getting close to him was her own choice, and Fu Lanting felt at ease about this.
But Linbozhou is different.
They have been friends for many years, and the time they have been his disciples goes much longer than that of Jiang Qiying and Jiang Zhaoyue.
Even if it was Jiang Zhaoyue who deliberately seduced her in the beginning, it was she who took the initiative and it was she who made things become what they are today step by step.
But Fu Lanting knew very well.
He is not innocent.
As an elder, he is extremely powerful. As long as he wants, he has countless ways to reject the love of a young disciple.
Those compromises made out of helplessness and desperation are just excuses.
It was his excuse for having feelings for his good friend's disciple.
It seemed that Jiang Zhaoyue forced him, but in fact he was just finding a way to feel at ease with his feelings.
And this was all after Lin Bozhou trusted him and entrusted his disciples to him.
Fu Lanting is not a person with rich emotions, and he doesn't care that much about what others think or say. Even if he is pointed at and cursed by thousands of people, it doesn't matter to him.
But this is completely different from betraying the trust of those close to you.
So when Jiang Zhaoyue asked him this question, he subconsciously looked away and did not answer.
If a person completely loses his sense of shame and morality, he can naturally ignore everything. However, while he shamelessly fell in love with his friend's disciple, he still retained some shred of shame and morality.
He couldn't help but hope that Lin Bozhou could stay in seclusion longer, longer. However, his reason told him with difficulty that he would have to face all this sooner or later, and Lin Bozhou would know sooner or later, and he shouldn't hide it from him.
And does Jiang Zhaoyue love him? He doesn't know.
"Uncle Master?"
Fu Lanting's eyes were calm, and he gave her a gentle smile, answering her previous question: "I think, after he comes out of confinement, we will have a drink and chat again."
Jiang Zhaoyue revealed a longing look and sighed, "Master and Uncle have such a good relationship."
The smile on her lips deepened, and in the face of Fu Lanting's forced smile, she suddenly said, "Is Master-Uncle very nervous?"
Fu Lanting's already forced smile froze on his lips.
But the woman in front of him put down her bowl and chopsticks and walked to his side.
In a very intimate manner, Jiang Zhaoyue sat down in his arms, with her arms around his neck.
She leaned very close, staring into his eyes, as if trying to read every emotion in them.
Maybe that would cheer her up.
Her voice sounded slowly in his ears.
"This morning, when Uncle Master faced Senior Brother Jiang, he was so strong and calm that I thought he wasn't nervous at all."
Fu Lanting couldn't suppress his restless mood, so he could only take a long breath, with some helplessness and a bitter smile: "Xiaobao, stop teasing me."
"How could I have that?"
Jiang Zhaoyue moved closer, as if trying to squeeze herself into his eyes.
She wasn't nervous at all, just smiling, and even had the energy to joke with him: "It's okay, maybe Master won't blame you."
Fu Lanting heard this, but after a moment of silence, he said firmly: "He will hate me, I know."
He understood Lin Bozhou and also understood his love for Jiang Zhaoyue. Ever since Jiang Zhaoyue became Lin Bozhou's disciple, the main topic of their drinking and chatting changed from all sorts of things to "my little treasure", "my disciple", "my good apprentice" and so on.
People only know that the head of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect dotes on his eldest disciple, but they don’t know that he accepted Chu Jinhe just because Jiang Zhaoyue wanted a junior brother.
Fu Lanting knew too well how important she was in Lin Bozhou's heart, so before things even started happening, he had already anticipated a breakup or separation.
He was not surprised that Lin Bozhou hated him.
"Is the uncle afraid?"
"Afraid."
Fu Lanting didn't lie to her, but after saying this, he felt a bit bitter and powerless: "I'm even more afraid that he will never let you see me again."
"How could that be?"
Jiang Zhaoyue lay in his arms in an intimate posture. She played with Fu Lanting's palm, her eyebrows curved, like a carefree child, and the words she said were sincere and sweet.
"Even if Master doesn't let me see Uncle Master, I will come to see you secretly."
"Really?"
"real."
"Don't lie to me."
Fu Lanting knew clearly that it was wrong to do so, but he still couldn't help but say so to her.
"I'm not lying to you."
Jiang Zhaoyue straightened up in his arms. That carefree and innocent look only lasted for a moment. She then lowered her eyes somewhat maliciously and put her hand into the gap of his collar.
The simple words came out of his mouth: "In exchange for not lying to you, let me have some fun."
She became more and more direct, causing the master's rare melancholy and hesitation to pause for a moment.
After a while, the worried look on Fu Lanting's face disappeared. He pinched her face with a bit of amusement, and with a little force, he made Jiang Zhaoyue's soft face round.
"I think I'm overthinking it, Xiaobao. Instead of worrying about your master, you should worry more about yourself. Besides lusting after my body, can't you lusty about something else?"
Jiang Zhaoyue touched him with her innocent eyes open, moving non-stop, multitasking, yet still speaking very quickly.
"How can I be blamed for this? It's because my uncle-master has such an attractive body. He seduces me every day, and I just satisfy him."
If Fu Lanting had said such unbridled words in the past, he would have been angry. But now, he just touched her nose lovingly and continued, "Since you have coveted Master Uncle's body, you are not allowed to covet others'."
Jiang Zhaoyue stopped touching his hand suddenly.
Before she could speak, the headmaster had already noticed something from her sudden pause. He was a little amused and angry: "Focus, Xiaobao, am I too easy to satisfy you on weekdays? You can still think of others when you are touching me."
“I didn’t think about anyone else.”
Jiang Zhaoyue pecked the tip of his nose smoothly and blurted out coaxing words: "No one else's body is as beautiful as yours."
Regardless of whether it was a lie or not, she was still willing to coax him.
Of course, Jiang Zhaoyue is indeed very gentle at certain moments.
Fu Lanting is no longer the kind of person who believes everything she says.
After hearing Jiang Zhaoyue's coaxing words, his expression did not change. He just held her waist with one hand to prevent her from falling off the chair, and the other hand was on the armrest of the throne, tapping it again and again. His clothes on his chest were messy, and the place where the chest chain passed through was pulled by Jiang Zhaoyue and turned a little red again.
Not caring about the large amount of skin exposed, Fu Lanting let her do what she wanted. He looked at her with a strange expression, as if smiling. After Jiang Zhaoyue finished her coaxing words, he asked in a flat tone: "Really? Jiang Qiying's isn't good-looking either?"
It can be seen that older men progress faster.
The headmaster could now even speak to her calmly while she was playing with herself, and even said such unpresentable and unruly words with a smile.
Jiang Zhaoyue blinked and continued to coax him: "Senior Brother is thinner than Master Uncle, and he doesn't feel as soft as Master Uncle."
"Oh? It seems Xiaobao has touched it many times, so he is very experienced."
The half-smile on his face became even more pronounced.
In Jiang Zhaoyue's mind, the system shouted "Oh shit".
But in the next second, seeing Jiang Zhaoyue showing a similar expression, she pulled her hand out from under her clothes and pressed her whole body against him, their softness touching.
She didn't feel guilty at all. Instead, she held his face and carefully traced Fu Lanting's lips with her fingertips. The places where her fingertips touched became even redder.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and pressed down hard.
"Uncle Master, do you want to hear from someone more experienced?"
Her nails touched his teeth, but Jiang Zhaoyue did not withdraw her hand. Instead, she reached into his mouth and touched his oral cavity.
Fu Lanting originally let her do what she wanted, but she stirred her fingers in his mouth a few times, and he finally couldn't help but pull her fingers out.
It’s not blame, it’s just a bit helpless.
"Where did you learn such strange things?"
He took a handkerchief and wiped the water stains off her hands. Then he sighed, "Xiaobao, learn something good. How did Lin Bozhou raise a child?"
He really couldn't imagine how he could raise a child like this.
Jiang Zhaoyue was still staring at his lips, spying on the bright red, and the tip of his tongue that occasionally popped out from the bright red when he spoke to him. She looked so intently that her eyes had a damp and ghostly feeling.
Then she ignored Fu Lanting's words and just made a request with confidence: "Let me play."
The headmaster paused, a slight headache coming on: "Saliva is very dirty."
"Whatever, I want to play."
Jiang Zhaoyue still refused to give in and pressed the issue further: "Stretch it out."
Fu Lanting opened his mouth, and the slight blush on his cheek spread back to his skin.
I don’t know whether I was embarrassed or annoyed.
Even though he is completely different now than before, he still cannot completely resist her.
Under her burning gaze, the headmaster unconsciously licked his dry lips before saying, "You play here... Isn't this Xiaobao's favorite place?"
He held her hand against his chest.
Jiang Zhaoyue really liked this place the most because it was spacious and comfortable to sleep on.
But at this moment, she stared at his mouth stubbornly, her face moving closer, this time with some danger.
"I want to play here, hurry up."
The master's sense of shame and adaptability were obviously not able to keep up with her thoughts. He froze for a while, and saw that the little girl in front of him was still staring at him. She looked serious and stubborn, and even had a kind of pure child who had to eat candy.
Fu Lanting gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, suppressed the shame that had not appeared for a long time, and stuck out his tongue.
A pain at the tip of the tongue.
Jiang Zhaoyue took a bite.
Bright red blood beads oozed out, forming another brighter red color.
She whispered in his ear very gently and excitedly, praising him: "Master, you are so good. Even the color of your blood is so beautiful."
Fu Lanting closed his eyes. After losing his vision, his other senses became stronger. His earlobes turned red. He didn't say anything, but only wanted to retract his bite after she finished.
But his fingertips pressed the corner of his lips.
Jiang Zhaoyue ordered him: "No."
The headmaster had no choice but to open his eyes and call her with a slightly unclear tone: "Xiaobao."
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't answer, still pressing the corner of his lips, leaning close to his lips, and speaking in an extremely ambiguous tone: "Uncle Master, you look so wanton like this."
Fu Lanting's ears became even redder, but he couldn't speak because of her actions. He just looked at her with pleading eyes, hoping that this situation would end soon.
However, Jiang Zhaoyue has never been a soft-hearted person.
She ignored his gaze, bit his lips lightly, and her tone became a little colder.
"You just doubted my love for you, and I'm going to punish you."
Her fingertips probed into his mouth again, stirring it wildly. The ambiguous sound of water splashing made his face blush and his heart beat faster.
Fu Lanting really wanted to stop her actions. This feeling was too strange and contrary to his usual perception. But after hesitating for a while, he chose to let her go.
Just like in the game between him and Jiang Zhaoyue, he never won.
The god who could kill an ant with one foot was eventually defeated by the ant.
He endured this unbearable feeling, in the embarrassment and the joy of closeness, through his hazy vision, he saw her smiling face, the bad look, and the coldness in her eyes as always.
There is very little love.
But he was still hopelessly trapped.
Fu Lanting's throat rolled quickly, and he swallowed the saliva in his mouth whole until the woman in front of him was finally satisfied.
She pulled out her fingers, and her wet fingertips revealed her previous unruly behavior.
But she seemed to have lost all that coldness in an instant, and was replaced by a gentle, innocent and naive look.
She spread her fingers in front of him, and her soft voice was like a young animal using its not-so-sharp claws to hook his heartstrings.
"Uncle Master, can you help me wipe it?"
Fu Lanting's gaze stayed on her fingers for only a moment before he quickly glanced away. He wiped her fingers clean in a hurry, then managed to calm down a little and suppress the redness on her ear and neck.
"Look, it's actually not that fun, dear little treasure, don't play this next time."
"But I think Master is very excited."
Jiang Zhaoyue deliberately stared at his earlobe, where the red had not yet faded.
She smiled like a naive little girl.
"Master uncle was so tempting when he swallowed it just now. Fortunately, Master uncle is the head of a sect. Otherwise, with a body as wanton as Master uncle, be careful that someone would abduct him and use him as a cauldron."
Of course, Fu Lanting was not yet at the level where he could listen to such words without changing his expression.
He suppressed the unnaturalness in his eyes and pretended to be serious in his voice: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm just... I'm just playing with you."
Jiang Zhaoyue spoke softly, but as a reward for being in a good mood, she did not expose his cover-up, but just nodded: "Yeah, uncle-master really knows how to play."
This sentence has so many meanings that when Fu Lanting heard it, it had changed into several different meanings.
He opened his mouth, and finally pinched her lips in a rare moment of embarrassment to prevent her from saying anything more irresistible. He quickly said, "Okay, shut up."
Jiang Zhaoyue obediently let him pinch her mouth, but the smile in her eyes grew bigger and bigger, and her bright big eyes seemed to be able to speak.
In the end, Fu Lanting let her go himself and changed the subject: "When I meet Lin Bozhou, I must ask him how he taught his apprentice."
He obviously said this in a hurry, so much so that he forgot that he and Lin Bozhou met again, and there was probably no time for a good conversation.
Jiang Zhaoyue still smiled softly as she watched him cover up, the tenderness in her eyes was touching.
When she likes someone, everything about that person seems to make her happy.
After the master spoke insincerely and made several false moves, he finally calmed down. He saw that the woman in front of him was still smiling at him, even with a bit of appreciation and teasing.
He finally couldn't help it and hugged the person in his arms and restrained him.
"Bad boy, don't make fun of your uncle."
He was answered by a louder, clearer laugh.
While Jiang Zhaoyue and the master were being affectionate with each other, on the other side, Senior Brother Luo finally got in touch with the person introduced by Tian Liuyun after several twists and turns. It was said that he was the direct disciple of the master of the Hehuan Sect.
He didn't dare to do this in Qi Ling Xian Zong, so he made an appointment in a valley that was far away from Qi Ling Xian Zong, very hidden and sparsely populated.
It was already late at night when he arrived.
The wind is silent, the moonlight is dim, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and under the bright moon, it seems as if an immortal is walking on the moon.
Luo Huai, who had wrapped himself up tightly, not even a shred of skin showing, with only a pair of eyes exposed, pursed his lips slightly. Before he could even land the Moon-treading Immortal, he said impatiently, "Enough, stop playing tricks, and get down to business."
This cold, banished immortal-like posture of walking on the moon in white clothes made him think of a certain bastard uncontrollably, so much so that he looked at the person who came with a bit of displeasure.
The man, however, didn't mind his rudeness at all, and landed gracefully as usual. A smile appeared on his handsome, even beautiful face, and he bowed and said, "Good evening, fellow Daoist."
"I'm not feeling well at all right now."
Luo Huaiyin's voice was cold and indifferent as he asked him directly, "Tian Liuyun said you are very capable? I think that could help me solve my problem. As long as you are truly capable, spirit stones won't be a problem."
The man smiled and didn't continue his conversation. He just asked him, "Fellow Daoist, are you attracted to Fairy Zhaoyue and want to get her?"
"How did you know?" Luo Huaiyin said this, but immediately realized that something was wrong and changed his words: "How is that possible? I just couldn't bear to see her being deceived by a treacherous person. Did Tian Liuyun tell you this?"
"No. Brother Liuyun didn't tell me your Taoist friend's identity, but I noticed your aura was strong, your words were urgent, and you were close to Brother Liuyun. I couldn't guess who else it was except Senior Brother Luo from the Yunmiao Immortal Sect. Since it's Senior Brother Luo, then the one you're seeking is naturally Fairy Princess Zhaoyue."
"Who said that?" Luo Huaiyin still insisted, "Jiang Zhaoyue and I are sworn enemies. Do you know what sworn enemies are? But she is also the pride of our Yunmiao Immortal Sect after all. If she is deceived by a traitor, it will damage the reputation of our sect. Don't think too much about it."
"good."
The man didn't expose his mistake, but simply asked him, "Brother Luo, what do you want to learn?"
When it came to business, Luo Huaiyin calmed down a bit. After a long silence, he cleared his throat and said tentatively:
"Don't get me wrong, I just want to ask. I don't necessarily need to learn it myself. If I meet a vixen who is very good at using her beauty to control people, how should I deal with it?"
"Who is Senior Brother Luo talking about?"
"It's just..." Luo Huaiyin pressed his brow in annoyance and said incoherently, "Some things that are not presentable."
The other party nodded and asked again: "Do you want to learn these, or just deal with them?"
Luo Huaiyin opened his mouth, but remained silent for a long moment before answering in a low voice, "If I learn it, will it really be useful?"
"If the person you admire likes this, it will naturally be useful."
"I said I don't like her."
Luo Huaiyin argued, and then, not knowing what he was thinking about, his voice suddenly became a little disappointed. He muttered to himself, "If, I mean if, she said I was dull, does that mean she doesn't like me?"
God knows how devastating those two words are.
Although Senior Brother Luo refused to admit it, he repeated these two words hundreds of times in his mind.
Every time I do it, I feel like the sky is falling.
The person listening to him sighed softly, and there seemed to be a hint of sympathy in his tone.
"Yes, this means that your body cannot attract her. If she has no feelings for you, then there is absolutely no possibility between you two."
Luo Huaiyin's eyes were dazed, and this time he even forgot to refute.
The night wind is lonely and brings a very cold feeling.
I don't know how long I was silent in the cold wind before I heard his dim voice, like a candle in the wind, pitifully weak.
"So she really has no feelings for me."
Perhaps his voice was too bleak and heartbreaking, so the people who listened to him sighed and gave him some advice.
"Food and sex are human nature. This is human nature. It can be suppressed, but it cannot be eliminated. Brother Luo, your appearance is not bad. You can even be said to be a leader among male cultivators. In this world, lovers are not born to love each other. Many times, planning is needed."
His words brought some comfort to Luo Huaiyin. He suddenly looked up and looked at the man in white under the moon.
"You're right. No matter what, I can't just sit there and watch those bitches get promoted, one by one. Do they deserve it?"
After saying this through gritted teeth, Luo Huaiyin took a deep breath and put away his previous arrogance and indifference. He took off the mask on his face, his face was sincere, and his tone was also very sincere. He said cautiously: "Master, please teach me."
The man opposite smiled slightly, and his whole body was like a blooming snow lotus, blooming with irresistible attraction under the silver moonlight.
His every move revealed a cool and detached demeanor, but there was a hint of subtle temptation in his expression, and his entire temperament had a strange and contradictory charm.
"no problem."
The man smiled and said, "First of all, you have to understand one thing: generosity is a man's advantage."
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The author has something to say: Two chapters combined into one.
Luo: When I come back from studying, you all wait for me.
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