53 The Evil Master 04
◎If I throw myself into your arms, will I still think it's right?◎
Everyone in Yuqing Mountain saw the changes in the Venerable's wife.
She was no longer the dignified, steady, impeccable, and respectful lady who always put respect first in everything. Instead, she would rarely show the demeanor of a little girl, choosing her favorite clothes and jewelry to wear, doing what she liked, and enjoying herself to the fullest.
The younger maids in Yuqing Mountain were puzzled, while the steward who was older than Su Yanmei couldn't help laughing.
When the previous master of Yuqing Mountain was still in office, the manager was already in Yuqing Mountain.
She had seen Su Yanmei back then.
At that time, the Venerable's wife was still a little girl, a genius of the Xihe Sect and the disciple of the master of Yuqing Mountain. Before she was a hundred years old, she easily survived the thunder tribulation and entered the stage of evolution and deification.
If nothing unexpected happens, he will be able to achieve harmony with the Tao in the future and hopefully ascend to become an immortal.
Unfortunately, his foundation was damaged during his training outside, and even if he was sent back to the sect as soon as possible by the Venerable, it would be difficult to repair it.
Later, the high-spirited and proud little girl in red became the dignified and graceful lady of the Lord today.
Seeing that she was no longer bound by the Venerable's preferences and began to wear her favorite clothes in complex colors such as red, purple, blue and green, the steward was truly happy for her.
It feels like I’m back in the past.
The whole person seemed to be alive again.
Su Yanmei is used to a life of wandering and is very easy-going, doing whatever makes her feel comfortable.
After finally becoming a genius in cultivating immortals, she wanted to learn some powerful Taoist techniques. However, after just a glance at those advanced techniques, she became drowsy and could hardly continue.
Even if she kept her eyelids open, her efficiency was very low, far inferior to her using the dual cultivation technique to replenish Xixuan twice more.
Every profession has its own specialization.
Su Yanmei sighed and reluctantly accepted the fact that she was actually a genius in the art of charm cultivation.
Every move of Yuqing Mountain is in the eyes of those who are interested.
These changes in Su Yanmei naturally reached the ears of those people.
A few days later, someone came to visit.
The visitor was the master of Shangqing Mountain, Fuwei. She was entrusted by Xixuan's second disciple Ji Zongxue to take the opportunity to exchange ideas about formations and mentioned Yan Yingchan intentionally or unintentionally to plead for her.
A mere month of house arrest, barely a punishment, yet having a mountain master intercede for him was truly overly indulgent and inappropriate. Xi Xuan frowned slightly, feeling resentful and unwilling to agree.
Fuwei was not surprised to get such a result.
The woman in light blue clothes stood up, bowed and said goodbye. She did not leave Yuqing Mountain in a hurry, but went to see Su Yanmei.
When the two were still disciples of the Xihe Sect, Su Yanmei was the junior disciple of the master of Yuqing Mountain, and Fuwei was the disciple of the master of Shangqing Mountain. The two were of similar age and were always compared.
Su Yanmei has a high talent in Taoism and an even higher talent in formation. As the master of formation, the master of Shangqing Mountain has praised the young disciple Yuqing Mountain master more than once and even intends to pass the position of mountain master to him.
Therefore, when they were young, they had never gotten along. Fu Wei regarded her as a strong rival and trained hard, but was always outmatched by her.
This stable situation was finally broken when Su Yanmei was injured outside and her realm fell.
From then on, she surpassed her opponent all the way, reaching the stage of transformation of spirit, the stage of void, and now the stage of enlightenment, becoming the master of Shangqing Mountain.
Fu Wei, who had originally become the mountain master and thought she could finally hold her head high and show off in front of Su Yanmei, did not take any action for a long time.
But this time, she went to see the venerable lady who was said to have changed into golden clothes and was no longer so well-dressed.
Following the maid leading the way through the archways and stepping into the courtyard, Fuwei thought she had walked into the wrong place.
Between two tall trees with dense green branches and leaves, a woman in a water-green dress was swinging on a swing.
On the stone table not far ahead, there were various fruits and cakes.
Fuwei was stunned.
The woman's cloud-like black hair was half-disheveled and half-tied up, with only a jade hairpin inserted diagonally. It looked a little loose and her posture was very casual.
She squinted her eyes slightly, and as the swing woven with vines swung, her aqua green skirt fluttered gently, as if blending into the surrounding flowers, plants and trees, feeling extremely comfortable.
Fuwei could feel that kind of freedom and relaxation even without getting close.
It was like going back to the time when he considered her a strong rival.
Fu Wei paused in front of the door, then walked over and said, "Hey, Madam, where are those golden clothes embedded in you?"
She clearly wasn't here to cause trouble, but as soon as Fuwei opened her mouth, she couldn't stop sounding sarcastic.
The woman swinging on the swing tapped the ground with her feet and turned her head to look over among the lush green leaves.
Fu Wei had always known that Su Yanmei was a beauty, but perhaps because she was busy competing with her for the position of mountain master, she had never looked at her carefully.
At this moment, she is like a graceful red peony, quietly blooming among the green leaves.
She is beautiful but not vulgar, which makes people not think she is frivolous.
Fuwei choked.
She then lowered her eyes, walked to the side, sat down on the stone bench without any hesitation, and picked up the cakes on the table to eat.
She ate the little glutinous rice balls with a milky flavor, one by one.
With food in her mouth, she made small talk: "The cakes here taste better than mine, Su Yanmei. It seems that being the Venerable Madam is not entirely without merit."
With a faint fragrance, a woman in a water-green dress came over and sat beside her. When she also picked up a small glutinous rice ball, Fuwei didn't know where to put her hands and feet.
In the past few years, she and Su Yanmei had been at loggerheads with each other, and there were very few peaceful moments like this.
After adjusting her breathing, Fuwei pretended to chat casually: "You're already hundreds of years old, why are you still playing on a swing?"
Su Yanmei bit the cake and hummed, "Someone else gave it to me."
Fu Wei moved her ears: "Did Xixuan take it?"
Su Yanmei: "Yeah."
"Oh, the clouds have finally cleared and the moon is visible." Fuwei suddenly laughed.
Her facial features are very handsome and heroic. When she is not smiling, she looks sharp. When she smiles, she is like a rose with thorns, and you never know when it will prick your hand.
Perhaps after chatting for a few minutes, the strange feeling of not seeing each other for a long time was diluted. Fu Wei picked up the grapes on the plate and ate them one by one, glaring at her: "Aren't you curious why I came to Yuqing Mountain today?"
The anticipation of being questioned was almost overflowing in the other person's eyes. Su Yanmei found it funny and nodded slightly, following her words: "Curious."
Fu Wei then raised her chin and continued, "The little beggar you picked up is Xi Xuan's second disciple, Ji Zongxue. He found an important formation material for me and asked me to intercede for him to avoid the punishment of his junior sister."
"So I came."
She shook her head and continued picking up grapes. "It's a pity that your husband is so unkind. He is no match for the beggar you picked up. He truly has deep feelings for Yan Yingchan."
Now that they were the only two in the courtyard, Fu Wei stopped pretending. As if she had no bones, she leaned lazily against the stone table, getting closer to Su Yanmei and winking at her: "Hey, don't you really know about the mess between your husband and Yan Yingchan?"
She spoke too bluntly, and Su Yanmei couldn't help but cover her lips and cough twice.
"Don't accuse me of overthinking it." Fu Wei cast a layer of spiritual energy around her and spoke rapidly, "You picked up your husband's first two disciples. Only this one was brought back to the sect by him. She's not very talented, and she's lazy in cultivation. She's completely incomparable to the two you picked up. I don't know what Xi Xuan saw in her."
"The last time I went down the mountain, I saw Yan Yingchan tugging at Xi Xuan, asking him to go with her to watch the lanterns."
"She is so bold. You can imagine how much Xi Xuan indulges her."
"Speaking of lanterns, Xixuan hasn't even accompanied you to see them, right?"
That heroic and handsome face approached, and Su Yanmei smiled with a bit of curiosity and shook her head.
Fuwei sat up straight, sighed softly, and stuffed a piece of cake into her mouth.
"Anyway, just pay more attention."
Su Yanmei smiled and nodded in thanks.
She had this sweet look like a glutinous rice dumpling, which she had only shown in front of Xixuan before. Now that the target had changed to herself, Fuwei still felt a little uncomfortable.
Before leaving, she unceremoniously took the remaining cakes away. After taking two steps forward, she turned around and said unnaturally, "If you need any help, send me a message."
After saying that, the aqua blue color disappeared in a hurry.
In the original plot, when the original body disappeared and even died "accidentally", only Fu Wei, who had always been at odds with her, noticed that something was wrong and secretly investigated.
Unfortunately, what good ending can anyone get involved with the vicious female supporting role have?
In the end, like her original self, Fu Wei died in an "accident", and the male supporting role Ji Zongxue became the new master of Shangqing Mountain and continued to silently protect Yan Yingchan.
*
It rains a lot in summer. Not long after it gets dark, raindrops start to fall and hit the closed doors and windows.
The candlelight shines through the thin gauze lampshade, illuminating the small space. The light is slightly dim in places farther away.
The weather was extremely stuffy. Su Yanmei frowned slightly, as if she was completely powerless. She leaned lazily on the chaise longue, fanning herself gently with one hand.
Xixuan stood in front of the shelf beside the couch, with his back to her, and washed his muddy hands.
Xixuan stayed in the bedroom these few nights.
During the day, he would occasionally accompany Su Yanmei, and then she would order him to do this and that.
For example, the woven vine swing in the yard.
For example, in the evening, he was asked to build a grape vine rack in the yard.
Xixuan thought that this was his wife's punishment, so he did not use any magic, but did it bit by bit by himself like an ordinary person.
He washed his hands in a basin of water, dried them with a silk cloth, then walked to his wife, took the fan from her hand very naturally, and fanned her.
A cool breeze blew gently on her face, dissipating some of the heat. Su Yanmei propped up her head and leaned sideways. Her clothes were thin, and her snow-white skin could be vaguely seen.
She was wearing a skirt, but it couldn't hide the curve of her chest, which looked even fuller when she turned sideways.
But her waist is thin.
Xixuan can hold it with one hand.
The man in gold clothes, who looked exceptionally handsome, lowered his eyes, taking his gaze away from her aqua-green undergarment, and patiently fanned her.
Su Yanmei was drowsy.
When she finally fell asleep, Xixuan put down the peony fan, picked her up, and carried her to the dimly lit bed in front.
Layer upon layer of light golden gauze curtains fell down, and Xi Xuan lowered his eyes to look at his wife. Her waist-length black hair spread out on the bed. Against the backdrop of ink black and aqua green, her creamy skin seemed to be glowing.
Xixuan leaned over, his eyelashes trembling, and kissed her tentatively.
Like these nights, as long as he touched her lips, it was like igniting a signal between the two of them, and his wife would start to take the initiative and get pleasure from him.
Perhaps his wife was too sleepy tonight, so there was no reaction when Xixuan kissed her.
Xi Xuan paused, closed his eyes slightly, and imitated her, awkwardly sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking along the seam of her lips.
The rich gardenia scent on my wife's body is very pleasant, and even her lips are fragrant.
In the past, Xixuan would only kiss on the lips.
Now, Xixuan still didn't know much about anything else. He traced along the seam between her lips and kissed until her heartbeat became disordered. Finally, his wife slightly opened her lips in her sleep, and he tried to push in.
My wife is soft and fragrant.
After kissing awkwardly for a long time, Xixuan's forehead was covered with sweat. He did not take the next step. When their lips parted, silver threads were still stuck on the lips and tongue because of the deep kiss.
Xi Xuanqing couldn't help but let out a low gasp.
Just a kiss seemed to give him a great stimulation. The corners of his eyes turned red and tears came out, and even tiny water droplets were stuck on his eyelashes.
He was so stimulated that his eyes were slightly wet, and he lay quietly beside his wife.
He can do nothing in front of his wife.
Compared to the proactive attitude when they slept together before, Xixuan is now completely passive and lets his wife do whatever she wants.
After these few nights, he inexplicably felt that if he continued to behave like before, his wife might dislike him.
With a mess of thoughts in his mind, Xixuan smelled the rich fragrance of flowers and gradually fell asleep.
In the second half of the night, the night was pitch black. With a burst of thunder, Xixuan felt something crawling into his arms.
His body was covered, his lips were blocked, as if a small snake had entered, entwined its tongue around his and wreaked havoc. The feeling was too strong, forcing him to utter a slight sound uncontrollably, and the few tears that were stirred up wet his eyelashes.
Accompanied by lightning and thunder, silver-white light flashed in the house from time to time. Xi Xuan closed his eyes slightly and made sounds unconsciously, thinking that this time would be like the previous nights.
However, just as he was deeply immersed in the pleasure given by his wife and was infatuated, his wife suddenly climbed up his shoulders and kissed his ear, causing Xixuan's body to tremble violently.
He blushed unconsciously.
"Brother, do you think Yan Yingchan would be very scared on such a thunderstorm night?"
The heat hit his ears, but it was like muffled thunder. It was obviously the most intimate posture, but it made Xixuan feel as if the blood in his body was flowing backwards.
His body suddenly froze.
As he uttered these words, the thunder and lightning outside the window continued to roar. The warmth in his arms soon withdrew, and with a rustling sound, in the darkness, his wife turned her back to him and fell asleep again.
Xi Xuan opened his red-gold eyes that were filled with tears and lay quietly for a long time.
Thunder roared outside the house, but he was not thinking about Yan Yingchan. He just turned inside and hugged the warm body.
"Yan Mei, are you still angry?"
The room was quiet, with only the sound of distant thunder in his ears. Without waiting for any answer, Xixuan unconsciously hugged her tightly.
Xixuan has been a high and mighty venerable for too many years. He doesn't need to care about what others think or say, and he doesn't need to explain his actions to anyone.
So after he asked that question and the other party didn't say anything else, he didn't know what to say or do for a moment.
But a very strange feeling surged in his heart, making his eyes slightly moist. Xi Xuan trembled his eyelashes, feeling a little at a loss.
This kind of helplessness and lack of solution brings about suffocation, and the heart feels as if something is pressing down on it.
He tormented himself for most of the night.
The next morning, Su Yanmei woke up. Facing Xi Xuan's different and slightly anxious expression, she just glanced at him, walked around him, and lay down at the end of the bed.
Xixuan wanted to call her.
But after calling her, what should I say?
He was like a spirit beast trapped in a cave, wanting to get out but not knowing how.
Xi Xuan had been thinking about this matter all day long, and he was in a trance. For the first time, he couldn't even continue his cultivation.
He exhaled a breath, stepped out of the quiet room, and subconsciously walked back along the mountain road.
*
Knowing that Xi Xuan was only one step away from ascending to become an immortal, few people came to disturb Yuqing Mountain.
Except for Yan Yingchan who always liked to pester him, Xixuan's first two disciples would not bother him often.
But today, Yuqing Mountain welcomed another guest.
Zhao Lin, who had just returned from an outing two days ago, knew that his master had often been staying with his master's wife recently, so he took the initiative to go to Yuqing Mountain to visit his master.
Unfortunately, when he arrived, Xixuan had already gone to the quiet room to practice.
Generally speaking, Xi Xuan would practice in a quiet room for at least three to five days, and at most several months, or even a year or several years.
If he encounters a bottleneck period that he is about to break through, he can stay there until he breaks through and then come out.
Everything must give way to his cultivation.
Zhao Lin felt it was a pity to learn that his master had gone to the quiet room to practice today. A tall young man in golden clothes stood in the yard. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly glanced at Su Yanmei.
The young man hesitated to speak.
When he was twelve years old, his family was destroyed and he collapsed seriously injured at the foot of a mountain not far from Xihe Sect. He was picked up by his master's wife who was passing by.
His master's wife was his savior.
But in fact, he didn't meet his master's wife very often.
But even so, Zhao Lin could sense that his master's wife was very different from before. She was less dignified and serious, and more coquettish and casual like a little girl.
He did not delve into it, only thinking about what his junior sister had entrusted him with. He bowed respectfully and said, "Master's Wife."
"I don't know what mistake Junior Sister made that day that necessitated her being sent to the Ten Thousand Thunders Territory. Please let me know, Master's Wife."
In the original plot, Zhaolin, as Xixuan's first disciple, has a very high talent in Taoism. However, because he has a deep blood feud in his heart, he has been practicing hard day and night for the past hundred years. His cultivation is close to that of a god, but his true strength can surpass his level and confront Dongxu.
Therefore, a year ago, after he had achieved success in his cultivation, he went down the mountain to avenge his family and forcibly killed a cultivator who had reached the great perfection of the Spirit Transformation Realm and was half a step away from the Void Realm, and became famous in one battle.
In Xihe Sect, Zhaolin has a cold personality and always keeps to himself. He doesn't even get close to his fellow sect member Ji Zongxue. After he takes revenge, the pillar that has always supported his beliefs collapses, and he spends a very empty period of time.
It was at this time that Yan Yingchan appeared. The book describes her as a lively and lovely junior sister who was always by his side, with a smile that almost melted his frozen heart.
The exaggerated description made Su Yanmei almost laugh out loud.
She used the round fan at hand to block it in time, hiding the curve of the corner of her lips.
There was no response from Zhao Lin for a long time, and he did not look up out of turn. Instead, he continued to stay where he was, bowing respectfully and saluting with his hands clasped.
Suppressing her smile, Su Yanmei moved the fan in front of her and asked, "Do you really want to know?"
Zhao Lin bent even lower, his tone just as respectful as before: "Please tell me, Master's Wife."
"Your little sister is afraid of thunder, so she came here on a thunderstorm night and kept trying to get into your master's arms. Tell me, should she be punished for such disrespectful behavior?"
Before coming, Zhao Lin asked the junior sister, but she refused to say anything and just cried and said that it was the master's wife who misunderstood her.
He had already thought of several reasons why the junior sister had offended the master's wife, but he never imagined that the junior sister would do such a bold thing to the master.
Zhao Lin's brain went blank for a brief moment.
Even his expression was blank for a moment.
The young man maintained his posture of bowing, waiting for his thoughts to return. He recalled the details of his interactions with his junior sister. She was actually not afraid of thunder...
But Zhao Lin knew he couldn't say that.
He said with a stiff upper lip: "Master's Wife, fear is human nature. Junior Sister may have been panicking for a moment..."
"If you think it's right." The woman approached with a round fan in her hand. Seeing the bright red dress so close to him, he subconsciously straightened up.
Without giving Zhaolin a chance to retreat, Su Yanmei took the opportunity to take two steps forward and pressed the round fan embroidered with peony flowers against his chest: "Imagine, if I throw myself into your arms..."
She chuckled: "Do you still think this is right?"
The woman approached him, but because of the fan blocking her way, she did not actually fall into his arms.
The young man had straight and broad shoulders and a tall stature, a head taller than her, and could completely block her out.
Just because they are standing sideways, the gold and red colors complement each other.
The woman tilted her head slightly and smiled as she asked him.
Xixuan walked back subconsciously, but didn't know what to say to his wife. From a distance, before he even stepped into the yard, he saw this scene.
【Author’s words】
[covering face and peeking]
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