Chapter 68: Yunmiao's Past (I) Disciple and Master. ...
Jiang Zhaoyue was twelve years old when he became Lin Bozhou's disciple.
A little girl who came from nowhere became the direct disciple of the headmaster of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect. This incident caused an uproar in the entire Donghao world.
She knew nothing about spiritual practice and was not born into a prominent family. She was dressed in coarse linen clothes, without any ornaments, and had no one accompanying her. When she first arrived, she stood out among the other elegantly dressed spiritual seekers.
But it was also such a little girl who was found to have ninth-grade spiritual roots in the spirit stone test. Her extraordinary talent shocked the top leaders of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect.
Lin Bozhou had no intention of accepting a disciple.
However, the ninth-grade spiritual root caused several elders to fight over it. They all wanted to get it, but no one was willing to submit to the other, and finally the situation came to him.
In order to stop the dispute, he made an exception and accepted Jiang Zhaoyue.
I thought this was just a minor incident and would not bring about much change.
But after he had a disciple, he found that everything was different.
He had never accepted any disciples, nor had he personally taught the younger generation. In the beginning, he treated her as an ordinary disciple, and at most gave her some resources that were higher than others.
But Jiang Zhaoyue was different from those other respectful yet distant disciples.
Perhaps it was because she was born a mortal, perhaps it was because she had never been exposed to the world of cultivation before, or perhaps it was just her temperament, but she was very brave. She seemed to feel that having a master was like having a father.
She regarded him as her father, as her relative, as the only person she could trust and be close to.
On the first day, he boldly asked him to live with Master.
Lin Bozhou wanted to refuse, but the little girl had a round face and beautiful eyes that shone like stars. She was so lively that she didn't seem like a seeker. Every word she said was righteous and sincere: "If you accept me as your disciple, you must be responsible for me. Once a teacher, always a father. You must not abandon me."
Perhaps it was a strange coincidence, or perhaps it was destiny, but when he looked at that serious, somewhat childish, and bright face, his heart seemed to be slightly touched.
It was that touch that made him soften his heart for the first time and agree to her request.
From that day on, she intervened in his life.
Lin Bozhou began to raise children.
Raising a child takes much more effort than he imagined.
His own life was simple.
In the past, I was obsessed with cultivation, or experiencing adventure and fighting in life and death.
Later, he became the headmaster. Most of his former enemies were lost in time. He was high and mighty, and no one dared to provoke him anymore. So his life became a rhythm of seclusion twice a year, each time for six months.
Occasionally, when he has time, he would go find Fu Lanting for a drink, or get together with the leaders of the immortal sects.
Time slowed down in his eyes.
There is no difference between one year and ten years.
He even felt that a thousand years later, the days would still be like this.
His final fate would be to ascend to heaven in broad daylight or die.
Until he had a disciple.
I don’t know what other people’s disciples look like, but his disciples are very attached to him.
At least that was the case when I was a kid.
You need Master to accompany you and coax you when you sleep, you need Master to prepare your meals, you need Master to practice Taoism together, and you need to rely on him wherever you go.
At least for a long time, Lin Bozhou experienced the troubles of raising a little girl in an ordinary family.
He didn't need to sleep or eat to maintain his energy, but he had to accompany Jiang Zhaoyue for three meals a day, go to bed on time at night, and rack his brains to make up stories to coax his disciple.
It was distressing at first, but I gradually got used to this kind of life. The six-month retreats twice a year turned into not having retreats for many years.
Occasionally, when drinking with Fu Lanting, the topic changed from anecdotes from all over the world and gossip about other masters to talking about his own disciples.
Today, Zhaoyue's spiritual energy successfully entered my body.
Zhaoyue practiced for six hours today without him having to urge her. She was very well behaved.
Today Zhaoyue said she wanted to eat rice cakes from the foot of the mountain, so he secretly went to buy them as a surprise for her.
Zhaoyue didn’t have a nickname, so he gave her a nickname today, Xiaobao.
Xiaobao practiced very quickly today.
Xiaobao said he liked little rabbits, so he embroidered two little rabbits for her. It was really troublesome for a mortal to do this job.
I successfully came up with three stories today and Xiaobao was very happy to listen to them.
Xiaobao seems to have grown a little taller.
Xiaobao said she wanted a swing, and she looked so cute when she was looking forward to it.
Xiaobao really likes roasted lamb, so today he went to ask the fifth elder to learn how to make it.
Xiaobao’s cultivation is getting faster and faster.
Xiaobao gave him a birthday gift, a jade statue she carved herself. The carving was a bit rough, but very cute, although he hadn't celebrated his birthday for a long time.
Xiaobao...
Xiaobao entered the Tao today.
Fu Lanting would always laugh at him, saying that accepting a disciple was like raising an ancestor.
Lin Bozhou sneered.
Fu Lanting also had disciples. Jiang Qiying became his disciple earlier than Jiang Zhaoyue.
Unfortunately, his disciple was a silly and stupid boy who could do nothing except say "Master" respectfully.
She doesn't act like a spoiled child, doesn't cling to him, doesn't call him "Master" in a sweet voice, and doesn't praise him with eyes full of admiration, saying "Master is so great" or "I love Master the most."
That wooden boy does nothing but practice and is no match for his little treasure.
Therefore, his conversations with Fu Lanting were always interspersed with a few joking disputes.
They all defended their own disciples.
Because of this incident, Lin Bozhou looked down on Jiang Qiying from the bottom of his heart. Even when rumors later spread that Jiang Zhaoyue admired Jiang Qiying, he still looked down on his disciple Fu Lanting.
Jiang Zhaoyue entered the Tao at the age of sixteen. After that, she had her own residence and moved out of Lin Bozhou's courtyard.
When he first accepted her, he did so out of a sense of responsibility for his disciple, and seeing that she was still young, he reluctantly agreed to let her live in his courtyard. But when she left, he was extremely reluctant to let her go, as if a piece of him had been gouged out of him.
Even though her residence is within the Yunmiao Immortal Sect, even though it is not far away.
But Lin Bozhou still felt very uncomfortable.
No one swings on the swing next to the bamboo forest anymore.
He no longer had to go to bed at night and get up with the sunrise, nor did he have to eat on time.
Although he had clearly broken free from those trivial matters, Lin Bozhou felt as if he was wearing another set of shackles.
The story he had worked so hard to come up with was no longer useful.
After Jiang Zhaoyue moved out of his courtyard, she no longer stayed in the sect to practice all the time. Like a baby bird leaving the nest, she tried to fly on her own.
She began to train and explore with her fellow disciples, and began to grow from the youngest and smallest disciple to a senior sister.
Being well versed in human relations, social interactions, and power struggles.
She started to handle it very well.
The little girl who always liked to snuggle up to him and act coquettishly grew up from a seedling and gradually became a towering tree that others could rely on.
She no longer needed Lin Bozhou's constant protection, and the identity of the master's eldest disciple gradually changed from protection to a title.
It was unknown when it started, but people stopped calling her the 'little girl who was lucky enough to be accepted by Master Yun Miao' and started referring to her as the 'Fairy Princess Zhaoyue' with a respectful tone.
The time Lin Bozhou could see her gradually became less and less.
He was like a parent trapped at home, watching his disciple slowly sail away and finally out of his sight.
He felt a little proud, but also a bitter reluctance and a little bit of quiet panic.
When chatting with Fu Lanting, he no longer just mentioned his disciple's closeness, dependence, coquettishness and joy towards him.
I started to worry.
He was worried when she went to the secret realm, and he was also worried when she went out to gain experience. Even when they competed with each other, he was afraid that she would get hurt.
Even though she secretly left a life-saving amulet on her disciple, the panic did not decrease in the slightest. It gradually increased as she grew older and sailed farther.
Fu Lanting often made fun of him.
It is said that he treats his disciples like a baby that has not been weaned. Although he is obviously just a master, he is like a mother who indulges her child in the mortal world. He cares about her all the time and is worried every day. He wishes he could keep his child hanging on his waist for the rest of his life.
Lin Bozhou did not argue with him. He just sneered and spat at him: "You are jealous of me."
"Should I be jealous of you?"
"You are just jealous that my disciple is well-behaved and sensible, and is close to me. Your disciple is like a wooden man, treating you like a superior."
As usual, he stepped on his friend's disciple and then snorted, "My Terutsuki is the best. One day you will understand my feelings, but even if you do, you won't have such a good disciple. You can only envy him."
Fu Lanting sneered and said nothing.
At that time, the two of them didn't know that sometimes their words would come true.
And every time Lin Bozhou finished talking to him, he would continue to sigh: "If only she could always be small and stay by my side every day like when she was a child."
"You know it's impossible."
Fu Lanting took a sip of wine and spoke in a calm tone.
"No one will stay with someone forever. Even parents and friends will eventually leave. Maybe a Taoist partner can."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Lin Bozhou glanced at him and said, "I am her master, and my Zhaoyue is so good, so her future Taoist partner must be very outstanding. However, I don't think anyone in the younger generation can be worthy of my Zhaoyue."
"I've only heard that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but I never imagined that the Master could also see beauty in His Majesty's eyes."
"Fu Lanting, how can a good person like you have such a big mouth? I'm telling you, your Jiang Qiying better not show up in front of me, otherwise I will definitely beat him up."
"How dare you argue with a junior?"
"How dare you?" Lin Bozhou snorted lightly and sneered, "If it weren't for the fact that he's your disciple, I'd beat him to death. If he dares to bully our Zhaoyue, I'll beat you too."
Fu Lanting smiled softly: "You have to beat me first before you say that."
"You don't want to drink a toast, so you have to drink a forfeit, right?" Lin Bozhou stood up and said, "Come on, let's go to the Ninth Heaven and fight a few moves."
"but."
Fu Lanting held the wine glass and didn't even glance at him. He just said calmly: "You disciple slave, you should go back and look after your disciples, so as not to blame me for bullying you again."
"Bah."
Lin Bozhou scolded him lightly, smoothed the wrinkles on the corner of his sleeve, raised his chin slightly, and said with a touch of tenderness: "I won't drink with you anymore. I want to go see my Zhaoyue. You can poison yourself with just one lick of your mouth. I want to see who can subdue this iron tree of yours in the future."
"See it in your dreams."
Lin Bozhou rolled his eyes at him and disappeared from his sight.
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