Chapter 57: Falling out. Please contact me and send me pictures.
When Jiang Zhaoyue threw herself into his arms, the two people fighting over there stopped.
Although it was only a short while, both of them were covered in blood, and their similar white clothes were stained with blood.
But the moment Jiang Qiying and Luo Huaiyin saw Lin Bozhou, they immediately stopped their attack. They rushed over and landed beside Lin Bozhou and Jiang Zhaoyue, bowing in salute with blood all over their bodies.
"Meeting, Master Lin."
"Um."
Lin Bozhou responded casually, not paying too much attention to them, still looking at his disciples with a gentle smile.
Jiang Zhaoyue was about to answer his previous question, but he saw a streak of light passing by in the sky, a figure fell to the ground, and then Fu Lanting's calm yet deep eyes appeared.
When a strong man of the same level came to his territory, he naturally felt it at the first time.
At that moment, he guessed that it might be Lin Bozhou, and it turned out to be true.
This day will eventually come.
Fu Lanting took a deep breath, trying to look calm. He gave a somewhat stiff smile, "Bozhou."
Lin Bozhou didn't know about the rumors at this time. He embraced his beloved apprentice and showed him a close expression: "Thank you for helping me take care of Zhaoyue these days."
Fu Lanting couldn't say "you're welcome", so after a moment of silence he said in a deep voice: "I have something I want to tell you."
"What's up?"
Lin Bozhou asked casually, and without waiting for an answer, he continued, "By the way, when I just came out of retreat, the Second Elder looked a little off and mentioned Zhaoyue. I rushed over and didn't notice anything unusual. What happened?"
Fu Lanting opened his mouth to answer with an increasingly gloomy expression.
But there was a voice that was faster than his.
"Master Qi Ling robbed and seized, coveting his friend's disciples and taking advantage of his friend's retreat."
The voice was filled with laughter, coming from far away and soon reaching my ears.
Beneath the gentle yet distant expression lies a bright and beautiful face.
Lian Yueqing came walking on the wind, her purple eyes full of smiles.
He bowed slightly and said, "This rumor is already known to everyone. Fellow Daoist Lin, don't you know about it?"
Lin Bozhou had just come out of seclusion not long ago, and even Fu Lanting only knew about it after sensing his presence. However, Lian Yueqing arrived so quickly, obviously because of his mysterious eyes.
He had not contacted Jiang Zhaoyue since the last battle, nor had he responded to the rumors from the outside world, but he never expected to see him here today.
Lin Bozhou had never liked him and had always called him "old bastard" behind his back. But after hearing these words, he was stunned for a moment before asking, "What are you talking about?"
Even for a moment, perhaps because he didn't want to think about it, he didn't directly connect Jiang Zhaoyue with the "good friend and disciple" in this sentence.
Lian Yueqing still had a smile on his face, as if the rumors these days had no effect on him.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, jackals, tigers and leopards are hiding beside you. Don't be foolish in judging people."
Lin Bozhou's face darkened, his eyes changed, and he was silent for a long time.
After a long time, he looked at Fu Lanting: "Is what he said true?"
Fu Lanting lowered his eyes and did not answer.
"Answer me!"
Lin Bozhou's eyes suddenly turned cold and his voice suddenly rose.
Fu Lanting still didn't look at him. Only after a long while did he say in a low voice: "I am sincere to Bingyue."
Before he could finish his words, a sharp light flashed across his cheek, cutting a wound deep enough to see the bone. Blood instantly dyed half of his face red.
Fu Lanting still stood there with his eyes lowered, not dodging, the blood flowing down the side of his face to his shoulder and neck.
Lin Bozhou's face showed extreme anger. He grabbed Fu Lanting's collar and pulled him in front of him.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
And Fu Lanting finally raised his head.
He looked directly into his eyes, which were calm and dark, but he showed no sign of retreating.
Every word seemed to be engraved in my heart, "My heart is happy with Jiang Zhaoyue."
With a 'bang', Lin Bozhou threw him out.
This time, Fu Lanting did not follow his force. He stopped in mid-air and fell suddenly to the ground.
He looked at Jiang Zhaoyue.
It's hard to describe the emotion in that look, perhaps it was pleading, longing, or maybe it was the sadness that had already been known.
Lin Bozhou was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and his eyes, which had been smiling just now, were now ice-cold.
If it weren't for his powerful control, he might have taken action now and fought to the death with Fu Lanting.
Fu Lanting didn't look at him, but just stared at Jiang Zhaoyue. In the suffocating silence, his voice was dry and hoarse like a dead tree blown by the wind in winter.
"Xiaobao..."
"Shut up!"
Lin Bozhou took a step forward, blocking his view, his eyes filled with hatred: "Who allowed you to call her that?"
Just as he was furious, Luo Huaiyin, who had been silent beside him, glanced at Lian Yueqing who was smiling.
He was not familiar with the Jiyue Sect Leader, but that did not stop him from hating such a despicable man.
Taking a half step closer, Luo Huaiyin lowered his head and whispered respectfully, "Master, that rumor not only involves Master Qi Ling, but also Master Ji Yue. He privately sent those shameful messages to Junior Sister, trying to seduce her with despicable means."
Lin Bozhou glanced at his respectful face, but there was still no warmth in his eyes.
Then he looked at Lian Yueqing.
Lian Yueqing's smile faded slightly, and her eyes swept over Luo Huaiyin and looked at him.
He did not deny the part of the rumor that concerned himself.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, I do have some friendship with Young Friend Jiang. If you have any grievances against me, I will bear them."
Lin Bozhou stared at him coldly without saying a word. Seeing Lian Yueqing's faint smile, he looked away and still looked at Fu Lanting.
It’s not that he doesn’t dislike Lian Yueqing, but he just doesn’t like this person.
But Fu Lanting is not like that.
Fu Lanting was his best friend, and he even personally entrusted his disciple to him. After two hundred years of friendship, he thought he knew Fu Lanting well enough, but he did such a thing behind his back.
He knew clearly how much he valued Xiangyue, and he also knew clearly that he would never allow superiors like them to covet his disciples.
But he did it anyway.
Two hundred years of friendship vanished in an instant.
Lin Bozhou's chest heaved for a long time before he finally suppressed the murderous intent in his heart. Without looking at anyone else, he took his disciples and headed towards the mountain gate of Qi Ling Xian Zong.
Seeing this, Luo Huaiyin hurriedly followed, his voice somewhat flattering.
"Master, I will return with you."
Behind them, Fu Lanting, Jiang Qiying and Lian Yueqing were left standing opposite each other.
Lian Yueqing showed no sign of melancholy. He looked at the receding figure, his voice even tinged with joy. "To desire but not be able to obtain is truly painful."
After saying this, he turned around and looked at Fu Lanting, and that gentle and distant smile finally became tinged with a hint of sarcasm.
"Friend Fu, it seems that you are no different from me. There are things you can't get, too?"
He chuckled, brushed off the nonexistent dust on his sleeves, and bowed slowly, "Goodbye."
Fu Lanting did not stop him, or rather, he did not even look at him.
After Lian Yueqing left, only the master and disciple were left here.
Fu Lanting's face looked very calm, but his eyes were heavy, filled with an indissoluble dark color.
Jiang Qiying beside him didn't show a mocking smile like Luo Huaiyin or Lian Yueqing. He just looked in the direction where the figure disappeared in the distance. After a long while, he said, "He doesn't like you, and he won't like me either."
Having said this, he suddenly smiled, but his voice was a little cold, as if he was sneering at something.
Jiang Qiying didn't know whether to laugh at him or at herself.
"We are truly master and disciple. We have the same methods, the same goal, and we can't achieve the same thing. Master, do you think this is retribution?"
Fu Lanting still didn't answer him.
Jiang Qiying didn't seem to think about waiting for his answer. After saying this, he turned and left.
Only Fu Lanting was left standing there. The wound on his face had begun to heal, leaving only dried blood stuck to the side of his face, making him look a little embarrassed.
But he seemed unaware of all this.
What appeared before his eyes was the look Jiang Zhaoyue had given him just now.
He looked at her with a look of longing or pleading, not wanting her to disobey her master, but as long as she opened her mouth to say it, he would endure all the disapproval in the world.
But she said nothing.
It's like she always talks about love and says those words that make people confused and bewildered, but her true feelings never come out of her words.
And her love is insignificant compared to her sincerity.
The funniest thing is that he knew clearly that she had a heart of stone, but he still hoped that he could be the special one.
But he was never special.
Fu Lanting closed his eyes, and suddenly a sneer escaped from his lips.
There was a hint of madness in that sneer.
The other side.
Lin Bozhou took his disciple and walked out of Qiling Xianzong in silence. Instead of moving directly, he took out the flying boat.
The three of them boarded the flying boat. Luo Huaiyin squatted in the corner in a rare obedient manner, to avoid doing anything that would displease the headmaster. After all, Lin Bozhou must be in a very bad mood right now.
Jiang Zhaoyue stood beside Lin Bozhou, standing on the deck with him. The surrounding clouds were quickly pierced by the flying boat like smoke, and retreated backwards, revealing the starlight and the moon in the sparse gaps.
Lin Bozhou never let go of her hand. After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhaoyue finally heard the master's voice, which sounded gloomy, sad, and full of self-blame.
He turned his head to look at her, his eyes still so gentle.
But there was a sigh in his voice, "My little treasure has grown up and is no longer a child."
It's not about blaming or getting to the bottom of things.
He expressed his feelings in a gentle and gloomy tone.
An indescribable bitterness slowly seeps out from between the lines.
He hadn't called her by this name for a long, long time, ever since the Second Elder mentioned it to him casually one time, saying that he was afraid that the sound of this name would be embarrassing in front of his fellow junior brothers and sisters.
And she has grown up.
Lin Bozhou had no concrete feeling before, until today, he suddenly felt that the girl who had been protected and guarded by him for a long time had actually become an adult.
She also began to have her own ideas, her own secrets, things she wanted to do, and people she wanted to like.
After all, she couldn't stay with him forever.
Just now he was furious and felt hatred for Fu Lanting for coveting the younger generation as an elder, but in fact, after so much time, Lin Bozhou slowly remembered many clues that he had concealed in the past.
In fact, it was expected.
Including the time when he discovered Fu Lanting's privacy before his last retreat.
And that jade pendant is not something that belongs to the disciples of Jiyue Xianzong.
All these things show that Jiang Zhaoyue is not doing this passively.
If it was true as the rumors said, that Fu Lanting had taken her by force, he would not have been able to see her so easily today.
Lin Bozhou didn't want to blame her, he was just a little sad that he didn't raise the little girl well after all.
Her every word and action, her skills and heart, and her way of dealing with people were probably taught by him personally.
He is the one who bears the greatest responsibility for the current situation, followed by Fu Lanting, because he clearly knew that this was wrong, but not only did he not stop it, he also hid it from him. He is also hateful!
Lin Bozhou's eyes were slightly red, and he opened his arms and held Jiang Zhaoyue in his arms.
His voice was very low.
"I'm sorry, Xiaobao, it's Master who didn't take good care of you."
Jiang Zhaoyue hugged him back, her voice was soft, as usual.
"No matter what I do or what choices I make, it is all my own karma and has nothing to do with Master. Master has treated me very well."
"But no matter what, it's my fault for not raising you well."
There was a hint of bitterness in Lin Bozhou's voice as he recalled the past.
"I still remember when you first became my disciple. You were so tiny, with round eyes like a little deer, and you kept pestering me with all kinds of questions. I don't know when it started, but you gradually grew up, and apart from questions about cultivation, you no longer needed Master to answer your questions."
"I've never raised a child before, so I don't know how to raise one well. I can only copy the way other families treat their daughters. It's my fault. I shouldn't have brought you to Qiling Xianzong, shouldn't have let you meet Jiang Qiying, and shouldn't have gone into seclusion."
"If I hadn't done that, none of this would have happened today."
He said it so bitterly that Jiang Zhaoyue couldn't help but raise her head in his arms.
She looked at him, her eyes bright, just like when she was a child and saw him display his divine power and praised him repeatedly, "Master is so powerful", her tone was still the same.
"But there are no ifs. I'm doing fine now, Master. You've taught me well. I never care about the rumors people spread. I'm still living the life I want. It's because of Master that I can be so calm. So Master is never wrong."
Lin Bozhou stared at her for a while, but still only found dependence, closeness, and joy in her eyes.
She still depended on him wholeheartedly as she did when she was a child.
Other people's disciples were all respectful, humble, and followed a hierarchy. They were both close and distant to each other. Only his Zhaoyue was different.
She was so lively and cute, liked to pester him with questions, liked to act coquettishly with him, and every time she called him Master, her voice was as sweet as honey.
Even though she later became the sect's eldest senior sister and had a much calmer temperament, they were still so close and there hadn't been any change.
Those who marveled at his doting on his disciple could never understand how important she was to him.
It was like a sudden burst of color in his centuries-old, dull life. She was his disciple, his child, and the surprise and unexpected event in his life.
In his eyes, even Fu Lanting was not worthy of being such a good and outstanding disciple.
Lin Bozhou let out a light breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and just looked at her seriously.
He said word by word, "No matter what, Master will never forgive those who lead you astray."
After he said this, Luo Huaiyin, who had been squatting obediently in the corner and listening to their conversation, suddenly stood up.
He put on a smile and even showed a rare humble attitude.
"Master, actually I..."
Lin Bozhou just glanced at him expressionlessly and spat out one word: "Get lost."
The unfinished words were stuck in Luo Huaiyin's throat.
Even if he could argue with Fu Lanting, the person in front of him was his own head, Jiang Zhaoyue's master.
Senior Brother Luo's face froze, but he finally convinced himself and squatted back down, saying in a low voice, "Okay."
Then until he returned to Yunmiao Immortal Sect, Luo Huaiyin didn't dare to say another word.
He didn't even dare to seduce Jiang Zhaoyue again.
The elders of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect were somewhat relieved to see them return safely, but before they could rest assured for long, they saw their leader stand up again.
After sending the disciple back to the sect and asking the second elder to look after him, Lin Bozhou left.
He didn't go to find Fu Lanting for the time being.
Instead, he came to the Jiyue Immortal Sect.
On the way back, he had more or less heard all the rumors that had been circulating during this period.
Apart from the "master stealing his disciple's wife" story of Fu Lanting and Jiang Qiying, the most talked-about story was that the Jiyue Sect Leader failed to poach a disciple and was discovered, and then a four-man battle broke out among the six sect leaders who gathered in the Ninth Heaven.
This rumor clearly described how the leader of Jiyue seduced people, how many vile words he said, and how he even used his own body to seduce the fairy Zhaoyue.
Lin Bozhou saw it all clearly.
So he first came to the Jiyue Immortal Sect.
Before entering the mountain gate, he stood at the entrance of the Jiyue Immortal Sect's fairy island and spoke under the puzzled gazes of the two gatekeeper disciples.
"Lian Yueqing, get out here."
The sound is like a huge bell, traveling thousands of miles in an instant.
Within a thousand miles, the noise suddenly disappeared, and even the chirping of insects and birds became silent.
The disciple guarding the gate's face changed drastically, and he finally guessed who the person in front of him who called the master by his name was.
The headmaster of Yunmiao Immortal Sect, Lin Bozhou!
Previously, our own leader seduced someone else's disciple, and now he is being pursued.
If the relationship between him and Fu Lanting was about the same, with neither having a better reputation than the other, then facing Sect Leader Yun Miao was completely different.
Two elders who were nearby quickly rushed out of the mountain gate. As soon as they landed, they said with a smile, "Greetings to Master Yun Miao. Master, you must be tired from the journey. Why don't you come in and have a drink..."
Before he could finish his words, Lin Bozhou swept his sleeves across, and the gate of Jiyue Xianzong became a ruin. His face was extremely cold: "If you let me say it a second time, it will be you who will be reduced to ruins."
Destroying someone's sect is an extremely humiliating thing. To some extent, it is more serious than killing disciples, let alone the sect's gate.
But the two elders of Jiyue Xianzong didn't dare to say a word. They could only stand aside with their heads hunched, waiting for their own master to come out.
After all, the Immortal Sect is the righteous sect, and they still have to save face.
Fortunately, after waiting for only a breath or two, Lian Yueqing came from outside the mountain gate. He glanced at the destroyed gate with a faint smile on his face, without any abnormality.
"It is truly an honor to have Fellow Daoist Lin visit my humble home."
Lin Bozhou was not interested in playing coy with him, and kicked him the moment he opened his mouth.
Lian Yueqing blocked with his arms, but still took several steps back.
Before he could steady himself, Lin Bozhou thrust his sword at him, pointing it straight at his face.
He retreated again and again.
Lin Bozhou didn't care and caught up with him like a poison in his tarsal bones. Under the horrified gazes of the two elders of Jiyue Xianzong, he stabbed a hole in his face.
It was a mess of blood and flesh, much deeper than Fu Lanting's.
Lian Yueqing didn't fight back, perhaps because he was not strong enough or had other thoughts in his mind. He looked down at his blood-stained clothes and sighed slightly.
"So, Fellow Daoist Lin, are you relieved?"
Lin Bozhou looked at him with cold eyes and his words were as cold as ice.
"If you have a fever, come find your Jiyue Xianzong people yourself. If you dare to harass my disciples again, I will kill you immediately."
The injuries on Lian Yueqing's face were horrific, but he curled the corners of his lips and smiled deeply.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, how did you know that it was me who was looking for your disciple, and not her who was looking for me? Fellow Daoist Lin, she is no longer your child."
The answer was a flash of sword light.
The dazzling sword light was as bright and blinding as if it split the sky and earth apart.
It was not until the stinging sensation subsided a little that he opened his eyes and saw a thousand-mile crack in the ground inside the Jiyue Immortal Sect's mountain gate.
The two elders swallowed silently, and once again had a clear understanding of the powerful master-level person.
The corner of Lian Yueqing's clothes was torn, and a faint trace of blood was seeping from the tear.
But he still chuckled.
"I just exchanged a few words with Young Friend Jiang, and yet Fellow Daoist Lin is so angry. If your friend were to be with her every day, wouldn't Fellow Daoist Lin be ready to chop him into pieces? And what about that disciple of his? Who knows how many dissolute things they've done together? Fellow Daoist Lin... why are you only angry with me?"
Lin Bozhou had a cold expression on his face.
"I won't let any of you go."
Lian Yueqing chuckled, not knowing whether it was a mockery or a way of watching the show, "That's good."
Lin Bozhou didn't want to say more to him, so he warned him and turned away.
Not until he left did the two elders and the gatekeeper disciple of Jiyue Xianzong breathe a sigh of relief.
Lian Yueqing did not go to heal his wounds, nor did he look at the collapsed mountain gate. His spiritual consciousness went deep into the ring and explored the jade talisman.
"My dear, your master has gone to find Fu Lanting. Guess what will happen tonight?"
Jiang Zhaoyue quickly replied: "Hello, please bring your own pictures or videos when you contact me next time."
“…”
Lian Yueqing ignored her words and continued with a chuckle in her voice, "One is your master, and the other is your uncle. What a shame, two hundred years of friendship turned into enmity."
Then Jiang Zhaoyue never replied to him again.
The communication was silent for a moment, and Lian Yueqing continued, "Don't you want to know the final outcome? Will it be your master who compromises, or your uncle?"
“…”
Silence is the main melody of this night.
Lian Yueqing spoke for several times but received no response. At one point, he simply turned on the video and recorded a short video of his chest and sent it over.
In less than a moment, Jiang Zhaoyue's gentle and polite voice came from the jade talisman.
"I want to know, but if Master doesn't take me, there's nothing I can do."
"Move the picture down a bit."
Lian Yueqing didn't move, but just said, "If you want to know, I can help you."
However, there was no sound from the communication jade talisman.
He was silent for two breaths, and then he really recorded the video a little further down and sent it over.
Jiang Zhaoyue quickly replied: "Okay. How do you want to help me? Take a look at my legs first."
The faint smile on Lian Yueqing's face had almost disappeared. He closed his eyes and said to her in a much calmer voice, "Is it because I don't give you any benefits that you are too lazy to even say 'yes' to me?"
Undoubtedly, Jiang Zhaoyue did not answer him again.
Lian Yueqing was silent for a while, closed her eyes, and lifted the corner of her clothes.
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