Chapter 51: Inheriting everything from you, including your shamelessness, meanness, and...
The wind is a little chilly late at night.
When the wind blows across the long steps, there is a hollow echo.
In the silent and empty temple, only the flickering candlelight was reflected in the man's eyes, revealing a faint light in the darkness.
Fu Lanting sat on a high platform, watching the moonlight quietly filling the windowpane, and the leaves outside the window rustling in the night wind.
He stared at the moonlight, like a sculpture, waiting quietly in the rustling wind.
Jiang Zhaoyue said she would be back in a while.
However, he looked at the moon outside the window, which rose from low to high, and then slowly descended from high.
The morning dew wet the soil, and the sun rose from the east.
The only sound in the hall was still his shallow breathing.
The person who said "I'll be back soon" did not come back all night.
When the first ray of sunlight shone into Chonghua Hall, Fu Lanting finally withdrew his gaze. With an expressionless face, he stood up from the throne, walked down the steps, and walked out of Chonghua Hall.
While the headmaster was 'alone in the empty room', Jiang Zhaoyue was watching the moon with Jiang Qiying.
The two of them watched the moon all night, and then, under Brother Jiang's pleading gaze, ran to the back mountain to watch the sunrise.
Gold rises from the east, the clouds are dyed gorgeously, and under the sunshine, all things wake up.
Jiang Qiying looked at the orange-red clouds, but her eyes only reflected the appearance of the people around her.
His tone was so gentle, but within that gentleness there was always a sense of apprehension and anxiety.
"very nice."
He held Jiang Zhaoyue's hand, and the happiness in his eyes was real at this moment.
"I originally thought Junior Sister would never like me again. I was afraid you would really abandon me for Master's sake. But fortunately, Junior Sister treats me the same as before. As long as this is the case, it is enough."
As if speaking to himself, he curved his lips into a smile and added one last sentence: "Nothing else matters."
Jiang Zhaoyue was indeed a little distracted by him. After all, he was the man the system had chosen, and he was also the first person she had set her eyes on.
So when she heard Jiang Qiying's words, she also turned her head to look at him.
The orange light made her face warm and as beautiful as the clouds in the sky.
"What are you talking about, brother?"
Her curved eyebrows and eyes clearly reflected Jiang Qiying's appearance. When she looked at someone like this, it was as if that person was her whole world.
Jiang Qiying couldn't help but have this illusion.
He rolled his throat for a moment and looked at her with some desire: "Junior sister, can I kiss you?"
Jiang Zhaoyue neither agreed nor refused, but just touched his lips with her fingertips. She moved closer to him, and her voice was very soft, which flowed into his ears along with the chirping of insects and birds in the early morning.
"I thought that Senior Brother really just wanted to look at the stars and the moon with me."
Jiang Qiying was startled, and then she explained in a panic: "I didn't, Junior Sister, I didn't mean that, I..."
"I know."
Jiang Zhaoyue pressed her fingertips against his lips, digging a little deeper into his lips. Her smile wasn't one of resistance or disgust, but rather a narrow one as she said, "When we were looking at the moon last night, I was waiting for you to speak, but you only wanted to look at the moon. You looked at it all night. Is the moon prettier than me?"
"No, no, I'm just afraid of being abrupt..."
The panic in Jiang Qiying's eyes did not fade away, partly because of her words and partly because of Jiang Zhaoyue's close face.
She lowered her fingers and kissed the edge of his lips, silencing the rest of his sound.
The soft touch was just a simple, gentle kiss.
After leaving, she was still close to his face, and her voice was sweet and vague in his ears.
She said, "Brother, I have rewarded you, now it is your turn to please me."
Jiang Qiying's eyes, which had been trembling because of the kiss, suddenly froze.
But only for a moment, he lowered his eyes, not daring to let her see the fiery emotions in his eyes. He could only lower his eyes and said softly: "Junior sister...how do you want me to please you?"
The flower on the mountaintop is waiting for your arrival with a fragile and expectant attitude, longing for your mercy. No matter who you are, it is impossible not to be moved by this scene.
Although Jiang Zhaoyue is not a normal person, he is at least a human being.
Her eyes softened immediately, and she sighed, "Senior Brother is amazing. He always knows how to soften my heart."
Jiang Qiying still had his eyes lowered, and his emotions could not be seen clearly in his eyes, but one could see the corners of his lips slightly curved, the curve was very beautiful.
It was still a gentle voice, cautious and expectant.
"That's because Junior Sister cares about me, I'm very happy."
"I'm happy too."
Jiang Zhaoyue also responded with a smile, then raised her eyebrows slightly, and a hint of expectant malice suddenly appeared in her gentleness.
When Jiang Qiying lowered her eyes, she touched the front of his shirt. The sudden movement made the man in front of her breath pause.
Her palms felt a little cold.
Pressing against his chest, Jiang Qiying felt that his heart was burning, but she did not feel the heat on her.
He was not Fu Lanting, and he could not let her do whatever she wanted without feeling embarrassed.
Jiang Qiying was very nervous.
But he did not move, and even the unconscious urge to retreat was restrained by himself.
Jiang Zhaoyue's palms were running through his clothes, feeling the completely different outlines from the other person. She couldn't help but sigh: "Although Senior Brother is not as strong as Uncle, he is still so beautiful."
So they are worthy of being master and disciple.
Jiang Qiying paused for a moment while she was speaking, then raised his slightly flushed face to look at her.
His voice was soft, yet contradictory and firm.
"If Junior Sister likes what Master does, I can do that too."
The muscles on his chest are thinner than Fu Lanting's, and have the right thickness to the touch, which fits Jiang Qiying's character as a noble and aloof beauty.
Therefore, Jiang Zhaoyue quickly smiled and praised him: "I also like people like this, Senior Brother. They are very good-looking."
Jiang Qiying couldn't help but look away in the face of such praise, her heart beating like a drum.
The violent heartbeat was transmitted to Jiang Zhaoyue's palm through the gaps between skin and bones.
Bang, bang, hard to control.
Jiang Zhaoyue stopped and felt his heartbeat. The skin under his palm was white and smooth, and the skin and flesh from his collarbone down was well-proportioned and beautiful.
For a moment, because he was so beautiful, she felt an uncontrollable violent feeling from human instinct, wanting to dig out his heart, penetrate his flesh and bones, and go deep into his heart.
But she quickly suppressed this feeling. Jiang Zhaoyue caressed his chest, still smiling and praising him: "Senior brother is so handsome. I really want to take a bite and taste it."
The system was terrified, fearing that she meant it literally. However, Jiang Qiying still managed to squeeze out the words with a red face.
"If you want, Junior Sister... you can."
Even after he said this, he remembered something. He looked at Jiang Zhaoyue and pressed his palm on the back of her hand through his clothes.
He covered Jiang Zhaoyue's hand with a serious look: "I saw... Master wore that thing on his chest to please Junior Sister. If Junior Sister likes it, I, I can do it too."
Given his temperament, he must have exhausted all his courage to say this.
But it must be said that when his mind is clear, what Jiang can do, his ideas, and how he pleases someone are no worse than Fu Lanting.
Jiang Zhaoyue was indeed stunned.
She subconsciously looked at the skin under her palm.
She couldn't see directly because of the clothes, but she could still make out the delicate touch and texture of the skin.
Jiang Qiying's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and she seemed to be fully prepared.
But Jiang Zhaoyue looked up at him after a brief pause. She smiled slightly and said, "No need. You are different from him."
Jiang Qiying did not relax. Instead, he frowned and even the redness on his face faded a little.
He looked at her with some sadness.
The voice also sounded more lost.
"Junior sister, don't you like me pleasing you like this? Am I, or am I not as good as Master?"
"What makes you think that?"
"But you are willing to treat him like this, but not me."
Jiang Qiying's voice was low, and one could hear her sadness.
Jiang Zhaoyue sighed, then said with a smile, "Is this a good thing? Brother, I said you don't need it only because I treat you well."
Jiang Qiying suddenly looked up, her eyes were serious, even revealing a bit of sincerity.
"I don't need Junior Sister to treat me well. I want Junior Sister to be closer to me. You can do it with Master, but not with me, because you are closer to Master now. But I can do it too, Junior Sister, I can do it too."
In fact, judging from their physical closeness, he was right. Jiang Zhaoyue did use all his tricks on the master, but he was much more restrained when it came to him.
Perhaps it was because the two had different temperaments, which gave her different interests, so they were naturally distinguished from each other.
But in Jiang Qiying's eyes, this was not a privilege that made him happy.
He would rather she treated him like she treated her master.
He wanted to be as close to her as his master, instead of being distant and just saying "like" on the surface.
Because of his words, Jiang Zhaoyue was silent for a moment, and before she could speak, she saw that Brother Jiang's eyes were slightly red, as if the redness on the side of his face had moved into his eyes.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings, and because of her brief silence, a crystal drop of water fell from it and hit his fair skin.
Like a white lotus on a snowy mountain.
His tears were so pure that Jiang Zhaoyue immediately pulled her hand out of his clothes and wiped his eyes with some heartache.
"I was just thinking about something. I didn't mean to reject you, brother. Why didn't you listen to me finish what I was saying?"
Jiang Qiying let her wipe the corners of her eyes, only her eyelashes trembled subconsciously when she touched them, giving her a strange feeling of fragility.
He didn't move, just stared at Jiang Zhaoyue, his eyes reflecting her face, but his voice contained a hint of temptation amidst his pleading.
"Then Junior Sister... can you treat me this close as well?"
"good."
Jiang Zhaoyue agreed immediately, but at the end he sighed, "Then I can't do the same thing to you. Your master will definitely be angry if he sees it."
"It's okay."
Jiang Qiying still looked at her steadily and pulled up the corner of her sleeve with very light force.
"Master will only be angry with me, I don't care, it's just a punishment. I'm strong and healthy, so I can handle some punishment."
This is a very well said statement.
At least in the system's view, Jiang Qiying's level in some aspects has improved too fast, even his master Fu Lanting is slightly inferior in this regard.
It’s no wonder the host feels distressed. Who can resist this?
Now that he had said this, how could Jiang Zhaoyue still refuse him?
But she still sighed, "Senior Brother is unique. Even a gift should be unique. How can it be the same as others?"
The system then felt that although Jiang Qiying was better, the host was still the best at coaxing people.
"Anything given to me by Junior Sister is unique."
There was a faint smile on Jiang Qiying's lips, not big, but showing a gentle and longing look. After he said these words, it seemed that a hint of redness followed to his face, and even his ears and neck turned red.
But in this red glow, he lowered his head again, with his fingertips resting on his collar.
Outerwear, middle wear, and unlined garments.
One by one, the snow-white robes slowly slid off along his fingers, revealing a white yet strong body.
Jiang Qiying lowered her eyes, as if she didn't dare to look at him, only the redness on her face was obvious. He spoke softly, his voice almost inaudible, and one arm was crossed between her chest and abdomen with a sense of embarrassment and concealment.
It was clearly him who took off the clothes, but at this moment he felt at a loss.
But this feeling didn't last long.
It seemed like only a breath or two before he convinced himself that the area hidden by his arm was completely revealed.
He looked up at Jiang Zhaoyue. A rich orange light came from the sky and dyed his chest like white snow covering the clouds.
"Junior sister."
The look in his eyes when he looked at her was pure and his voice was gentle, yet he seemed to be reluctant but also reluctant.
"Leave your mark on me too, okay?"
Such a scene, such people, such words, no one can refuse.
Jiang Zhaoyue can't do it either.
She laid her hands on his chest, this time without the material obscuring her view.
A piece of snow-white.
She pressed a soft kiss to it.
Just a light kiss, and her hair turned upwards, but Jiang Qiying couldn't help but raise his head, and stopped the slight trembling with some difficulty. He reached out and touched the back of Jiang Zhaoyue's head, feeling the soft satin touch under his palm, and felt that under this rising sun, all his emotions, those dark, dirty, unbearable, and longing ones, had nowhere to hide.
After kissing his heart, Jiang Zhaoyue stood up with a smile on her face, her palm still covered with the white.
She rarely smiled with a hint of cunning, winked at him, and said happily, "I have to think carefully about what kind of gift to leave for my brother."
After thinking about it seriously, her smile deepened. "What color do you like, Senior Brother? How about sky blue? The color of the sky is just like you, pure and flawless."
"good."
Jiang Qiying just looked at her like that, and no matter what she said, he would just go along with it.
Moreover, she described him as 'pure and flawless'. Although Jiang Qiying felt guilty about this description and found it hard to bear, he was still very happy when she said that.
Does this prove that in the junior sister's heart, he is more important than the master?
Thoughts flashed through my mind.
Jiang Qiying saw her picking and choosing from the ring, and finally took out an extremely clear sapphire, the color of which was as pure as the sky.
Jiang Zhaoyue was looking at the size of the gem and thinking about how to cut it.
Jiang Qiying looked at her quietly, watching every look on her face, every expression, and the smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
He took every inch of it into his eyes and heart.
Jiang Zhaoyue observed for a while and finally decided how to cut it.
Using her spiritual energy as a blade, she raised the gemstone, and just as the blade touched the surface, she heard a voice of suppressed anger in the distance.
"What are you doing?"
The mountain behind is very big. Jiang Zhaoyue and Jiang Qiying sat on a protruding rock. The morning sun shone on them, and the rays of light were brilliant and very obvious.
The headmaster had a gloomy expression on his face as he stood on the tree-lined path beside the rocks.
In the still dim light of the morning, the shadows of the trees grew darker, covering half of him, just like his mood at the moment.
It's extremely dark.
I sat quietly in Chonghua Hall for a whole night, but it would have been fine if I didn't wait for the person who came back late. But when I went out to look for him, I saw this scene early in the morning.
Jiang Qiying's clothes were half-undressed, and Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him with a smile, holding a gem in her hand. The appearance of the gem reminded him of the time when she cut the ruby.
The two people were sitting in the most conspicuous and obvious position. Anyone who walked on this road could see them.
Jiang Qiying... is totally shameless!
Fu Lanting suppressed the anger in his heart, but found that no matter what he did, he couldn't calm down.
Even when talking to Jiang Zhaoyue, he couldn't suppress the resentment in his heart.
"Didn't you say you'd be back soon?"
The master walked up to them with heavy steps. His gloomy eyes swept over Jiang Qiying and looked at Jiang Zhaoyue.
I don’t know if it was resentment or grievance, but his tone fluctuated uncontrollably.
"Xiaobao, I waited for you in Chonghua Hall all night."
Jiang Zhaoyue opened his mouth, glanced at Jiang Qiying opposite him, cleared his throat, stuffed the gem in his hand to the other party, and immediately jumped down from the rock.
"Well, Uncle Master, please don't be angry. You might get yourself hurt by anger."
If she felt any guilt, it wasn't Jiang Zhaoyue. But after all, he was the man she had coaxed for so long, so she still felt a little bit of pain for him.
Moreover, the headmaster looked full of resentment, unable to suppress it, and waited for her in Chonghua Hall for a whole night. Although she had not thought about this at all when she was talking to Jiang Qiying just now, at this moment, the heartache she showed was always real.
But this matter obviously cannot be solved with just a few words.
Fu Lanting's eyes were a little red, not because he wanted to cry, but because he was angry.
Perhaps he was reluctant to blame Jiang Zhaoyue, so he looked at Jiang Qiying, and his uncontrollable anger and coldness poured out.
"In front of so many people, do you have any shame? Did I teach you these despicable methods, even if I didn't teach you anything else?"
Jiang Qiying is completely different from him.
When he was alone with Jiang Zhaoyue just now, there was still red on the side of his face and countless emotions, but at this time, facing Fu Lanting's anger and his questioning, he was unmoved.
Jiang Qiying's face was calm, and she moved slowly as she put on her clothes one by one, even smoothing out the wrinkles on her sleeves. Only then did she come down from the rock and greet him in an orderly manner.
"Greetings, Master."
"I don't have a disciple as shameless as you!"
This was obviously said in anger.
Jiang Qiying remained calm. After bowing, he looked at Jiang Zhaoyue again, a gentle smile in his eyes, and then he said softly, "I'll give it to you after I carve it."
This refers to the sapphire that Jiang Zhaoyue had just stuffed into his hand.
She originally planned to cut it herself.
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't have any obsession with this aspect, so he nodded casually.
Just as she moved, she saw her uncle turned around again and stared at her with an unconsciously resentful look.
Jiang Zhaoyue's nodding movement froze for a moment, but he quickly changed his posture, smiled, and even asked him gently under the Master's urgent gaze: "What's wrong?"
The psychological quality is evident.
Fu Lanting found it difficult to vent his emotions, but in the end he couldn't bear to scold her, so he turned around and looked at Jiang Qiying.
He glanced at the sapphire in Jiang Qiying's hand and sneered angrily, "Do you think you can become me by imitating others? Jiang Qiying, you are my disciple. Everything you have is taught by me. Stop daydreaming."
Jiang Qiying finally looked up at him.
His eyes were as calm as water. He looked at Fu Lanting for a while, and finally a smile broke out from his calm eyes.
That smile was not the gentle one he showed to Jiang Zhaoyue, but a smile tinged with sarcasm and strangely calm.
"Master."
His voice remained respectful.
"Everything I have comes from you, so I am just like you, shameless, shameless, and use all kinds of despicable means. You taught me all of this. Since you can do it, why am I daydreaming? Look, weren't you sitting alone in the empty hall last night? What's the difference between you and me?"
At this point, his smile grew a little wider, his voice still respectful, but the coldness in his eyes could not be erased no matter what.
"I am your disciple. I have inherited everything from you, but you are already old. Master, how can you be a match for me?"
This was the first time he fought back against his master in front of Jiang Zhaoyue. His words were so bold and sharp that even the system was shocked.
Jiang Zhaoyue couldn't help but look at him again, surprised that his senior brother could be so aggressive.
As for the person he was 'aggressing' towards, his master Fu Lanting, the expression on his face was beyond description.
If it weren't for his remaining rationality, he would probably have killed Jiang Qiying with a single blow.
But Jiang Qiying still didn't care, not even that his anger might cost him his life.
Perhaps everything changed from the moment he saw Jiang Zhaoming's jade pendant.
There's no going back to the way it was.
The pain of having his beloved taken away by his closest master, his entanglement, helplessness, sadness, depression, and struggle, whipped his heart repeatedly every moment.
So that the situation is like this today.
Either Fu Lanting killed him, or he would watch him inherit everything from him, including his shamelessness, filthiness, meanness, and baseness.
They are the masters, and the disciples look like the masters. What’s the problem?
Fu Lanting saw the darkness in his eyes, but also the calmness and recklessness in his eyes.
After all, he is his disciple.
After all, he once felt guilty.
He closed his eyes, swallowed the rage in his heart, and put on a cold face.
He held Jiang Zhaoyue's hand and saw that his disciple's eyes had calmed down, but there was still some anger in his voice.
"Well, then let me see what tricks and schemes this good disciple, whom I have devoted all my energy to training and my only successor, has."
"And what qualifications do you, an ant like you, have to compete with me?"
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