Chapter 58. Remember to open your eyes when you sleep tonight.
"Um."
"You have feelings for him?" Hua Buxiu asked bluntly.
Jiang Xianwan shook his head.
How could that be?
Their deal was merely a transaction that neither party was willing to make.
After confirming Jiang Xianwan's attitude towards Di Yin, Hua Buxiu's expression momentarily betrayed his brokenness, filled with self-reproach.
Since Di Yin was forced into it, given Jiang Xianwan's personality, why would she be so eager to get involved with someone who didn't like her? She must have agreed unwillingly but had no choice.
He had considered that Jiang Xianwan and Di Yin had a great relationship, and that he had been wronged in the Wangu Sect, but he never expected that it would really be this kind of relationship, and that they would come together under such unwilling circumstances.
You only run away if you don't like it.
This matter is definitely related to Wu Miao.
He actually believed Yun Weize and even sent his disciple away to face the accomplice of his shameful past.
Hua Buxiu was thinking a lot at this moment, "Has he recovered while you were running?"
"No."
"That Lin Qingran is a furnace cauldron, is she having an affair with him?"
"I don't know."
"However, the Northern Emperor asked the Emperor for the Dew of Spiritual Essence and gave it to Lin Qingran."
Hua Buxiu's expression turned cold again, and he uttered three chilling words in a low voice.
"Clouds form marshes."
Jiang Xianwan could easily see that Hua Buxiu had mistakenly attributed half of the blame to Yun Weize, so she quickly said, "Master, the Emperor gave me the Dew of Spiritual Dew, and I agreed to go myself."
As the saying goes, "He who takes a man's gift is bound to be grateful to him." Although her own Emperor hadn't explicitly told her this at first, Jiang Xianwan was very grateful to Yun Weize for the sake of the Spirit Dew.
"Ah, the dew of the spirit."
The flowers are smiling, but the smile doesn't reach their eyes.
"You think a mere drop of spiritual dew can win you over to him?"
"Jiang Xianwan, whose disciple are you?"
He reached out and grabbed Jiang Xianwan's wrist, pulling her close.
Jiang Xianwan was most afraid of Hua Buxiu calling her by her full name, especially in this situation.
A chill ran down his spine, and his scalp tingled. He chuckled dryly, "Not at all! Not at all! I am your disciple! Of course, your disciple will side with his master!"
"Master, could you please stop making that face? It's really scary. Look, my palms are sweating with fear."
Seeing that she could still crack jokes and laugh, Hua Buxiu breathed a slight sigh of relief, the coolness in his eyes dissipated, and he poked her forehead with his fingertip.
"Now you know I'm better? When I asked you for a little money, you acted like your father had died."
Jiang Xianwan pouted and silently took a step back. This action angered Hua Buxiu, who poked her forehead again and cursed her as a wicked disciple.
After cursing, at least he stopped staring blankly and reluctantly accepted the tea that Jiang Xianwan eagerly offered him.
"If you slept with him, then so be it. Just treat him like a male prostitute who pays you to sleep with him, and ignore him completely."
Jiang Xianwan actually benefited quite a bit from this. Besides, being able to sleep with the Northern Emperor... is quite impressive.
male prostitutes...
Jiang Xianwan was speechless again.
Hua Buxiu suppressed his chaotic thoughts, not wanting his unruly disciple to dwell on such unpleasant matters, and said, "In two days, it will be the alchemy competition for the disciples of Taicao Peak. I don't know what possessed Lin Qingran, but she said she wanted to participate too. She's just a swordswoman, why is she getting involved?"
"Ignore her and forget about Elder Jing of the Northern Emperor. You stay in the room for the next two days and don't go anywhere."
They all need to get out of here right now!
Jiang Xianwan dared not refuse, but then asked, "Master, you're not going to argue with the Emperor later, are you?"
Hua Meiren is actually quite protective of her own.
If he really lost his temper, he could definitely beat up the Southern Emperor.
Jiang Xianwan didn't want to suffer undeserved disaster because of Yun Weize, mainly because the favors bestowed by Lingze Dew were too great.
Hua Buxiu was displeased again, giving her a cold look. "Are you teaching your teacher how to do things?"
"Or do you feel sorry for him?"
That's a rather sarcastic way of saying it.
Jiang Xianwan: "..." Of course, she shook her head.
She was certain that if she dared to say another good word for Yun Weize, the Flower Beauty would be furious!
At that time, no one will be able to escape.
Hua Buxiu reluctantly agreed, "I have a plan in mind. If he continues to act recklessly, I will take you away. Who wants to stay here?"
Although she felt it was against her conscience to involve Yun Weize, Jiang Xianwan couldn't help but be deeply moved when she heard Hua Buxiu's words. She jumped to Hua Buxiu's side and massaged his shoulders and arms, showing a rare display of filial piety.
"Master is the strongest!"
"Master is the best!"
"Master is the best in the world!"
Hua Buxiu had never been served with such sweet words before. A faint blush rose to his ears. Then, remembering what she had said earlier, he became wary. "The other two things you mentioned earlier, they wouldn't be even more infuriating to your master than this one, would they?"
Jiang Xianwan chickened out.
Then, as if he had made a decision, he closed his eyes.
She'll be stabbed sooner or later, she'll say it anyway, she'll accept the beatings and scoldings willingly.
"Master is young and vigorous, in his prime, I think..."
"You troublesome, unfilial disciple!"
Hua Buxiu felt a headache coming on, realizing that these two matters were even more complicated than he thought. He made a "shut up" gesture and glared at her, saying, "Let your teacher live two more years!"
Let the wicked disciple prepare some more.
Look at her face just now, with that tragic little expression of someone who has done something wrong and is about to die.
Jiang Xianwan stopped speaking, pinched her mouth shut, and swallowed all the words she had revealed.
Hua Buxiu got up and left.
There is absolutely no way we'll let him suffer.
Those who bully his disciple deserve to die.
The light gauze fluttered without wind. As soon as she stepped onto the floating platform, her eyes, which were filled with a thin layer of fierceness, narrowed slightly.
Yun Weize silently blocked the overwhelming pressure, silently brushed away the shattered teacups and chess pieces on his robe, a bloodstain on his cheek, silently lowered his eyelashes to watch the blood droplets roll down his robe one by one.
Hua Buxiu calmly took his seat, his voice and expression perfectly normal. "Greetings, Your Majesty."
With a half-smile, she turned her head to the young man in white robes and silver hair beside her and said, "Elder Jing, have you betrayed the sect?"
"Is it that the Eternal Sect can no longer contain such a great Buddha as you?"
Di Yin: "..."
This person was none other than the Northern Emperor, without a doubt, and his snow-white cheek also bore a long bloodstain.
He pursed his thin lips slightly, "Sword Master."
Hua Buxiu waved his sleeve and brushed the dust from the table onto his and Yun Weize's faces.
"I dare not accept such an honor."
Yun Weize noticed the chill emanating from him, and steeling himself, he guiltily pulled out a tea set and poured tea. "You, what brings you here?"
Hua Buxiu tilted his head slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his eyes and brows, exuding a gentle and carefree air, but the coldness in his eyes made Yun Weize somewhat uneasy.
A few ambiguous words were casually thrown at his face: "What do you think?"
Di Yin's eyes dimmed slightly.
Yun Weize remained silent, lowering his eyes and refusing to look at either Fengyi Sword Master or Beidi Venerable.
Hua Buxiu glanced at their reactions, a cool smile playing on one corner of his lips. He casually ran his fingertips across his sleeve, smoothing out the wrinkles.
“My little disciple is too precious to do any menial work like sweeping. If the Northern Emperor wants someone to serve him, then he should go back to his Wuyun Palace.”
That was a very blunt remark.
He then slowly turned to Yun Weize, saying each word clearly, "Your Majesty, what do you say?"
His eyes clearly said, "You're going to die."
Yun Weize: "..."
Normally, whenever his brother calls him "Emperor," a fierce battle is sure to follow.
"Well, of course."
He was in the wrong in this matter.
That was exactly what he was thinking.
Di Yin kept his eyelashes lowered, never lifting them once.
Resting on her knees, her fingers, hidden in her snow-white sleeves, slowly curled up.
Wanwan recognized him.
Hua Buxiu managed to exhale a few breaths, then stood up and took a step into the air to leave.
As he left, he casually uttered two exceptionally gentle words:
"Yun Weize, go to sleep tonight, and remember to keep your eyes open."
"Since the Northern Emperor has such leisure time, then let's exchange a few moves at dawn."
Di Yin: "..."
Yun Weize: "...Yes."
Silently setting down her teacup, she tucked her hands into her sleeves and ushered the guest out, asking, "When are you leaving?"
Jiang Xianwan clearly had no interest in Di Yin.
If he stays any longer, the Phoenix Sword Master could wipe out the Taixu Sect, and then the Wan Gu Sect.
Di Yin slowly turned his head, his gaze passing through layers of clouds and mist, landing on the Phoenix Terrace shrouded in spiritual energy.
Jiang Xianwan, did she really have nothing to do with him?
He stood up, his composure completely gone.
Yun Weize felt uneasy after he left.
Could it be that Di Yin went to find Jiang Xianwan?
His brother is going to cause a huge scene.
Yun Weize guessed correctly.
After Jiang Xianwan finished bathing, he prepared to sit cross-legged in meditation when there were two knocks on the door.
Thinking it was Hua Buxiu returning, he put on his outer garment and opened the door.
She was slightly taken aback and subconsciously stepped back.
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