Chapter 62 My Terutsuki, I will be with you.
Fu Lanting pulled up the robe hanging on his arm and put it on one by one.
It was not until he was dressed that Lin Bozhou released his hand that was covering Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes, but his expression still did not improve.
Fu Lanting didn't look at him. He lowered his eyes to look at Jiang Zhaoyue, his eyes full of emotions, as if he had thousands of words to say, all unspoken.
Jiang Zhaoyue's gaze paused at his chest, then moved upwards to meet his eyes.
Those eyes were deep and bottomless, and her face was reflected in the dark pupils, extremely clear.
Jiang Zhaoyue blinked and smiled at him.
Lin Bozhou, who was standing beside him, suddenly felt as if his beloved disciple had been seduced away by a bad guy.
He pursed his lips and his voice turned cold.
"That's enough, get out of here with your wine."
He is not dead yet. Fu Lanting wants to teach his Zhaoyue bad things, so he will wait until he dies.
Fu Lanting finally looked at him.
The headmaster's eyes were sincere, but his words were not so pleasant.
His voice sounded a little light and ethereal. "You certainly don't want me to come here privately."
Lin Bozhou's expression turned even uglier. "Are you threatening me?"
"I'm not threatening you, I'm just telling the truth."
Fu Lanting's face was calm, and there was no trace of concealment in his tone.
"I can prove everything you're worried about. Whatever guarantees you seek, I'll do my best to fulfill them. Bozhou, we've known each other for years. You should at least give me a chance. You won't find anyone more suitable than me in this world."
This statement is really confident, even a little arrogant.
But when it came out of Fu Lanting's mouth, it was not arrogance, but the truth.
There are only a handful of people in the world who are better than him, and there are only a handful of people who love Jiang Zhaoyue as much as he does. It is even harder to find someone with his strength and status.
He can give Jiang Zhaoyue everything he wants to the greatest extent, which is something that no one else can compare to.
Jiang Qiying can't do it, Lian Yueqing can't do it, and the so-called Luo Huaiyin Chu Jinhe is even more impossible.
These are all facts.
Lin Bozhou's eyes paused slightly, his expression calming down. After a moment's silence, he suddenly raised the corners of his lips and said in a cold voice: "Master Qi Ling is naturally hard to find in the world. What you said may make sense, but you have overlooked the most important thing."
"What's up?"
Lin Bozhou turned his gaze away from him and looked at his disciple, his eyes softening in an instant.
He touched the top of Jiang Zhaoyue's head with some pampering and indulgence: "You ignore that my Zhaoyue does not love you. She likes your color today, and she can like someone else tomorrow. She is my disciple, and I will not blame her. But if one day she falls in love with someone else, can you accept it?"
After Lin Bozhou said this, he suddenly looked at him, his eyes suddenly sharp.
"Can the almighty and unrivaled Qi Ling Sect Master accept that one day his Taoist partner will fall in love with someone else? At that time, your identity, status, and strength will all become the fruit of harming Zhao Yue. Love is a help, hatred is a shackle. Fu Lanting, you should know what I mean."
After he said this, Fu Lanting lost his previous calmness. He frowned slightly, as if he was in deep thought. After a while, he suddenly chuckled. When I looked at him again, there was a hint of self-deprecating gloom in his eyes.
The headmaster spoke in a low voice, with a smile on his face, but it was not a happy tone.
He even said with a hint of self-abandonment, "Lin Bozhou, don't you really understand your own disciples?"
"What do you mean?"
Lin Bozhou looked at him with a hint of displeasure, obviously not liking what he said.
Fu Lanting glanced at Jiang Zhaoyue's smiling face and sat down opposite them. He picked up the glass of wine thrown by Lin Bozhou and drank it all in one gulp.
The heat and bitterness flowed down his throat as if burning, and the bitterness remained in his mouth for a long time.
"If you know her, you'll know that what you expect will never happen."
Fu Lanting pressed his eyebrows, with some weakness in his eyes.
"She only gave her true heart to one person, and what you predicted did happen. I thought about giving up many times, wanted to hate her, hated her for taking the initiative and then getting away with it so easily. But until the end, it was still as you saw. Do you think I don't hate her now?"
These words were a bit complicated. Lin Bozhou took two breaths to analyze them, glanced at his disciple, and then frowned and said, "Sincerity? To whom?"
Without waiting for Fu Lanting to answer, he asked again: "Do you hate my Zhaoyue?"
It can be seen that a lot of things happened during the time he was away, but he didn't know about it.
Fu Lanting fixed his gaze on him, and there was even a hint of dark jealousy in his originally calm eyes.
But he didn't answer Lin Bozhou's first question, and just said, "Just ask Xiaobao and you'll know."
It was clearly she who took the initiative to tease him, she lured him into the abyss, and made him taste the bitterness of jealousy, but she could easily pull away. Those times when she chose Jiang Qiying, those times when she never took the initiative to respond, those times when she clearly said words of love but never had a loving look in her eyes, no one could help but hate her.
He was a human being, and humans had emotions and desires. When he hated her the most, he wanted to strangle her to death.
But in the end, he did nothing. Even though he knew the hatred, he still fell into the abyss, just praying to dance with the devil.
Those calm, generous and superficial displeasures were just a disguise after he endured it again and again.
He knew better than anyone what the woman in front of him looked like.
But we always pretend to be deaf and dumb at the clearest moment.
Lin Bozhou didn't understand at all.
He thought he was just blocking her, but Fu Lanting knew very well that he was not asking for his consent, he was just looking at Jiang Zhaoyue.
Everything he did and said was just because of her.
Just like now, she was watching with a smile, watching how he dissected his heart, how he pleaded, how he spoke. She said nothing, looking down at the madness of her heart at her feet with a sober and cold gaze.
Cruelty and cold-bloodedness are her true nature.
Love is not.
Fu Lanting looked into her eyes and found only a vague tenderness in them.
He sometimes felt that he had gone crazy, but his reason suppressed the madness of his soul during those times when he was with her, close to her, hugged and kissed her.
His words were unclear. Lin Bozhou frowned and looked at him for a long time before finally asking his disciple, "Xiaobao, do you have someone you like?"
After asking, he felt that the question was a bit narrow, so he added: "It's not like liking your uncle."
Jiang Zhaoyue's gaze moved from Fu Lanting's face to his face, her smile deepened, and there seemed to be a hint of helplessness in her eyes.
She sighed and said, "Master, you are so stupid."
Lin Bozhou was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, he felt a little aggrieved, and his expression became more depressed.
"Xiaobao, do you dislike Master?"
"I mean, Master, you're so stupid. The one I like most is you, Master."
Jiang Zhaoyue seemed helpless and sighed even more heavily.
"Others definitely can't compare to Master."
Lin Bozhou was completely stunned this time.
After a long time, he came back to his senses, his expression relaxed, and finally a smile appeared on his face.
He said with a touch of flattery and surprise, "So you're talking about me."
Glancing at his former good brother, Lin Bozhou felt relieved and hummed softly, his voice slightly raised.
"Don't be jealous, Xiaobao, I raised him. If he doesn't like me, how could he like you? Men are naturally more important than a master."
Fu Lanting did not respond to him and also withdrew his gaze. He could not help but feel jealous, so much so that when he looked at Lin Bozhou, he could no longer be as calm as before.
Lin Bozhou was happy for quite a while, until he caught a glimpse of his dark eyes, then he cleared his throat, suppressed the joy on his face, and came back to his senses to continue the previous topic.
He said again: "Even so, I will not agree to your bond. You are too old, and my Zhaoyue is still young."
This statement is purely personal emotion.
After all, Fu Lanting is still in his prime. If Jiang Zhaoyue cannot reach the level of a master sect in the future, his life span will be much shorter than his. A master sect-level strongman is not so easy to find. Even if the seven major immortal sects are combined, there are very few of them in each generation.
But the master was not angry. He even slightly curved his lips and glanced at Jiang Zhaoyue. There was an indescribable temptation in Fu Lanting's voice.
"It doesn't matter. I just want to know that Xiaobao still likes it."
He was talking about the part where Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes lit up when he took off his clothes just now.
No matter who she loves, at least in this matter, no one can replace her.
Lin Bozhou obviously thought of that paragraph as well. The corners of his lips trembled slightly. He wanted to say something, but then he looked at his disciple's expectant expression, and it was obvious that he really liked it.
Considering Fu Lanting's figure, it would be difficult to even find someone to replace him.
The higher the cultivation level of a cultivator, the more perfect his body becomes. Not to mention ordinary cultivators, even if you search through all the seven major immortal sects, it would be difficult to find anyone who can compare with Fu Lanting.
He even wanted to say, "Don't want him. Master will find you someone better." But he couldn't bring himself to say it.
After a moment of silence, Lin Bozhou's face showed a hint of annoyance. He said, "Get out, Fu Lanting. We have severed our ties. If you trespass into the Yunmiao Immortal Sect again, I will treat you as my enemy."
Fu Lanting saw his angry face, but he was not annoyed.
He stood up slowly, placed a red gem earring on the table in front of Jiang Zhaoyue, and then bowed to Lin Bozhou.
"Brother Bozhou, goodbye."
"roll!"
Lin Bozhou really wanted to grab the earrings that looked so unpresentable and throw them in his face, but since his little treasure liked them, he endured it.
Only after Fu Lanting left did he take a deep breath and said softly, "Xiaobao, he never gives up until he achieves his goal. Don't be fooled by his appearance. He is very fierce."
Jiang Zhaoyue picked up the earring and casually put it into the ring, then turned around and comforted him with a smile.
"Master, I know. I've already told you I'm not a child anymore. Don't worry, no one can bully me."
"That's good."
At least seeing that she didn't seem bewildered, Lin Bozhou felt relieved. After thinking for a moment, he continued, "Is it because you've been with your master since childhood, and your master always taught you to follow the rules, that you're attracted to this kind of shameless thing when you grow up?"
He was not a man who followed the rules, but he was very disciplined when raising Jiang Zhaoyue.
I was afraid that she would get hurt, and I was also afraid that she would learn something bad, so I was always cautious and careful. Perhaps this was why she yearned for those unrestrained things.
If that's the case, it's his fault.
"It has nothing to do with Master."
Jiang Zhaoyue still answered him obediently and gently: "Master, there is no need to blame yourself."
Although she said so, Lin Bozhou was still worried.
After thinking it over, he suddenly said, "Xiaobao, why don't you move back in and live with Master, so that some shameless and dishonest people won't come looking for you in private."
It's obvious who this refers to.
But Master didn't know that his former good brother was not the only one who was "disrespectful" and "shameless".
But Jiang Zhaoyue usually wouldn't refuse his words, so she nodded happily, "Okay."
"Well, Master will go get you some more things later. You're a grown-up girl now, so... let's get you some clothes and a dressing box."
Lin Bozhou immediately considered other details, even though his room was most likely filled with Jiang Zhaoyue's things.
Jiang Zhaoyue still nodded.
So Lin Bozhou added a lot of things overnight that he thought Jiang Zhaoyue could use.
Jiang Zhaoyue officially moved back.
Although I slept in Master's room last night, I was too shocked by what happened and felt the long-lost comfort in my emotions.
It’s different from officially moving in.
Therefore, it was not until Jiang Zhaoyue moved in again and treated the room as her own that Lin Bozhou felt that it was different from when she was a child.
She was only sixteen when she left, a little girl who had just grown into a mature and beautiful young lady.
At night, Jiang Zhaoyue threw herself into his arms again, acting coquettishly in his arms like when she was a child, and rubbed her face against his neck intimately. Lin Bozhou finally felt the difference between a girl and an adult woman.
A child's body is very different from an adult's body, and ascetics grow slowly due to their practice. When she was sixteen, she could still be regarded as a child, but not now.
When Lin Bozhou hugged her, he clearly felt the difference between men and women.
So Jiang Zhaoyue lay in his arms and acted coquettishly as before, and when he was about to respond lovingly, he suddenly stopped.
She waited in his arms for a while, but got no response. She looked up at him with clear eyes.
"Master?"
Lin Bozhou's eyebrows froze for a moment, then immediately returned to normal.
He smiled dotingly and stroked her back gently as he used to, one stroke at a time, with soothing force.
He asked, "Do you want to hear another story today?"
Jiang Zhaoyue lay in his arms very relaxedly. Hearing his words, she moved her face away from his neck and leaned on his shoulder. She blinked and showed a well-behaved and coquettish smile.
"Yes."
"good."
Lin Bozhou calmed himself down and told a new story in a gentle voice.
It wasn't particularly exciting, but his disciples still listened very attentively, as if he was telling some extremely wonderful story.
She turned sideways and hugged his arm. When he was halfway through his words, she looked at him expectantly and asked, "What happened next?"
Lin Bozhou continued speaking.
It's just that ten points of attention became nine points.
He moved his body slightly in the gap.
Perhaps the two of them were too close, so Jiang Zhaoyue could feel even his slight movements.
She moved closer to him and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"
"nothing."
Lin Bozhou didn't look into her eyes, but he felt that his arm, which was held by her, was a little stiff, but he didn't dare to move without permission.
I can only finish telling this story with this 90% attention.
Jiang Zhaoyue listened very carefully. After he finished speaking, she laughed like a silver bell, then leaned against his neck, her breath falling on his chin.
"I like Master the most."
This is a very common sentence, or rather, for the little girl in the past, it was a common coquettish sentence.
Lin Bozhou used to like hearing her say this, as if she relied on him wholeheartedly. She was the flower he carefully watered and the treasure he held in his hands.
But at this moment, he felt a little guilty for no reason.
This guilty conscience was different from the previous self-blame, mixed with a bit of a strange feeling.
That feeling came from tonight, from the difference he suddenly realized.
Thinking of this, Lin Bozhou unconsciously licked his lower lip. In a slightly nervous state, he said to her in the softest and lightest tone: "Xiaobao, how about...how about Master setting up another bed for you next to me? Master's bed is a bit small. Now that you've grown up, you might feel crowded."
This is naturally an excuse.
He is the head of the Immortal Sect. Although the courtyard he lives in is not big, his bedroom is not small, and the bed is naturally not so small that two people hugging each other would feel crowded.
Perhaps because of his sudden words, Jiang Zhaoyue sat up and looked at him with some surprise, her tone also saying, "It's not crowded, why do you say that, Master? Look, there's still a lot of space over here. Am I crowding Master? Then I'll sleep over a little."
She moved to her side, but still held his arm.
Lin Bozhou looked a little embarrassed, but he couldn't say it directly.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded: "No, Master, don't squeeze me. I'm just afraid of squeezing you."
"oh."
Hearing him say this, Jiang Zhaoyue gave up her actions and lay back down, still snuggling beside him in a very intimate posture. She blinked her eyes and made a listening gesture.
"Master, I've only told you one story today."
Lin Bozhou's hands were stiff, but he was afraid that she would discover his embarrassment, so he took a deep breath, forced himself to smile, and continued to tell the second story.
But the consequence of not concentrating on telling the story was that Jiang Zhaoyue suddenly interrupted him halfway through: "Master, is there something on me? Why do you keep looking at me?"
Lin Bozhou suddenly froze.
He looked up and met the curious gaze of his disciple.
Jiang Zhaoyue even glanced down, her eyes frank and curious as she said to him, "Today I'm wearing the pajamas that Master once made for me. Look, there are two little rabbits on the corners of the sleeves. Master, don't you recognize them?"
Lin Bozhou naturally recognized him.
It was just that little bit of strangeness that distracted his attention, causing him to not notice it at all.
Only after Jiang Zhaoyue reminded him did he see the clothes she was wearing.
It was made of soft goose yellow fabric with two snow-white rabbits embroidered on the corners of the sleeves. He had made it himself.
It was just that he made it for her when she was fifteen or sixteen years old. Now when she wore it, it was too short, and her wrists and ankles were exposed.
He glanced at Jiang Zhaoyue's exposed hands and feet, then quickly retracted his gaze, not daring to look again. Lin Bozhou's eyes were a little vague, and a smile forced itself on his lips.
He said, "It's been so long, and you're still keeping it."
"Of course, this was made by Master himself. This little rabbit was also embroidered by Master himself."
She remembered it very clearly, which made Lin Bozhou feel a little ashamed.
His craftsmanship was not very good, and he relied entirely on his powerful cultivation to master such delicate things, but Jiang Zhaoyue liked it very much. Even though he didn't do it that well, she always praised and complimented him.
Rather than saying that he raised her, it would be more accurate to say that the time she spent with him was a time when he felt happiness for the first time in a long time.
Lin Bozhou's smile softened unconsciously as his thoughts drifted away. He glanced at the two rabbits and sighed, "Master, I'm sorry. I haven't made new ones for you in these years. Please make a few new ones for our little treasure every year."
"good."
Jiang Zhaoyue agreed softly, a sweet smile on her cheek. She clung to him with a bit of dependence, and said coquettishly like she did when she was a child, "I want the one with the little fox pattern."
"Okay, Master will embroider a little fox for you tomorrow."
Lin Bozhou's tone was full of doting, his heart softened, and he subconsciously embraced her, holding her in his arms, his tone sighing.
"Master's little treasure, you must stay with Master forever."
"Um."
Jiang Zhaoyue rubbed her body in his arms for a few seconds, found a comfortable position, and simply slept on his chest.
Master’s chest isn’t as soft as Uncle Master’s, nor as broad as his, but it has the feel of home.
Lin Bozhou wanted to continue patting her on the back, but the next moment he felt strangely embarrassed again.
That feeling seemed to tell him that his little treasure had really grown up.
She was no longer a little girl, and he could no longer be as close to her as he had been before.
Thinking of Fu Lanting's deep eyes tonight, Lin Bozhou's heart suddenly jumped, and almost instantly, he pushed Jiang Zhaoyue out of his arms.
Jiang Zhaoyue was caught off guard and was almost pushed under the bed by him.
She sat up on the edge of the bed, her eyes looking a little aggrieved.
“Master…”
Only then did Lin Bozhou realize what he had done.
For the first time, panic appeared in his eyes, and he was at a loss, almost not knowing where to put his hands.
After three full breaths, he gradually came back to his senses from his panic, and a look of deep guilt spread across his face.
He quickly moved over, wanting to hold her in his arms, but then paused, his tone becoming even more urgent.
"I'm sorry, Xiaobao. It's Master's fault. Did the push hurt you?"
As he spoke, Lin Bozhou slapped his hand angrily before continuing to look at her with a guilty look.
“It’s all Master’s fault…”
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't blame him, but just frowned slightly, looked at him with a slightly strange look, and there was a hint of doubt in his tone.
"Master, what happened to you today?"
"I……"
Lin Bozhou only uttered one word, but didn't know how to continue.
He said, "My disciple has grown up. He is no longer a child. He must be careful about the differences between men and women." But it sounded like he had some bad intentions. Otherwise, why would he pay attention to these things?
But if he didn't tell the truth, he didn't know what lies he could make to cover up the truth.
Just as he understood his disciples, his disciples also understood him, and lies were undoubtedly the easiest to expose.
So after hesitating for a while, Lin Bozhou still couldn't tell the reason.
Instead, Jiang Zhaoyue stared at him for a while, sighed, and placed her hand on the back of his hand soothingly, her voice clear and gentle.
"It's okay, Master, you don't need to explain. As long as it's you who did it, I can understand."
She threw herself back into his arms, resting her cheek against his chest, her gentle voice adding a hint of laughter.
"Even the omnipotent Master Yun Miao has troubles, right? It's okay, Master, I will be with you."
Her words were so gentle that they slowly calmed Lin Bozhou's somewhat panicked heart.
After a brief silence, he sighed and embraced his disciple in his arms with great emotion.
"My Terutsuki."
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