Looking at the ten blankets that were piled on top of her, pressing her to the point where she could not even move, Zhu Yao felt unwell. Yet, her master, who had been standing at the side since an unknown time, was calmly raising the eleventh blanket, as though he was about to press it down on her body.
"Master …" Zhu Yao was a little sad. Was this the newest method her master invented to wake her up? She had to say, he won.
"Mn!" Yu Yan lightly responded, and without leaving a trace, he kept the eleventh blanket. His expression was calm, as though he was not the one who had guarded his disciple's bed for the entire night. "How's your body?" As he said that, he had already reached out his hand to check her pulse.
Zhu Yao, who was asked about her period early in the morning, instantly blushed. However, seeing his serious expression, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply. "Much better." As though to prove that she was indeed healthy, she acted as though she was about to get up.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with her pulse, Yu Yan finally retracted his hand, and instructed her to rest more, and not to be in a hurry to get up. Looking at the bright sky outside, recalling the brown sugar his disciple wanted to drink yesterday, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"Master, wait a minute!" Just as he turned around, his disciple pulled onto his sleeves. When he turned back, he saw his stupid disciple's tearless face, and pitifully said. "Can you pull me up? I'm being pressed down, I can't get out. "
"…"
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Zhu Yao's great aunt said goodbye to her five days later. In these five days, she would definitely be in deep water. It was fine if she had a master who often went off the rails and came up with different ways to make pads for her. However, the usually quiet Jade Forest Mountain suddenly became lively. Every day, there would be waves of disciples sending brown sugar up the mountain. The curious look in his eyes before he left made her feel that the entire sect would probably know that her Aunt Flo had come.
And that bowl of brown sugar water that would appear on her table on time for her three meals a day, she would even feel nauseous when she saw the water. Yet, it was clearly written on the bowl that it was a gift from her master, so she had no choice but to drink it. Hence, the moment her great aunt left, she clearly, straightforwardly and forcefully expressed that she no longer needed it. Only then did a certain master stop his "poisoning" behavior.
After this incident, Zhu Yao expressed deep worry for her cultivation life in the future. This master of hers, no matter what, could not be faulted from all aspects. He was handsome, had a high cultivation base, and had a powerful identity. Furthermore, he had automatically activated all his life skills. Most importantly, he was really good to his disciple. The only shortcoming was that … he lacked common sense.
Yes, it was common sense. Just like this time, if it wasn't for his sincerity, she would have thought that there was a hole in his head.
How did he manage to survive all these years?
It seemed that she would have to remind him indirectly in the future. After all, she was a person who had experienced two worlds. It seemed that it was impossible for her to be a peaceful female cultivator. Who told her to acknowledge a worrisome master?
Heaving a deep sigh, Zhu Yao, who had stayed at home for another half a month after the incident with her aunt, decided to head down the mountain to relax. He grabbed a disciple who had passed and asked him to bring him to the main peak. She decided to visit Little Wang.
No matter what, the two of them were fellow villagers, and he was the one who brought them in. Naturally, she felt a sense of responsibility towards him. In addition, the last time they met, the little guy was obviously worried about her. Although he was young, he already had the responsibility of a little man. It would often make her feel a sense of pride for no reason.
After asking around along the way, she found out that the batch of disciples had already passed the entrance training, and were distributed to the various peaks.
"This senior-martial brother, I wonder if you have heard where a child named Wang Xuzhi was distributed to?" Zhu Yao continued to ask.
"Wang Xuzhi!" The eyes of the disciple who was asked instantly shone, and his slightly impatient attitude earlier turned passionate. "Are you asking about the Sect Master's newly accepted chamber disciple, the one with the Fire Heavenly Spirit Vein?"
Zhu Yao nodded. Although she did not know if Little Wang had been taken in as a disciple by the Sect Master, he should be the one with the Fire Heavenly Spirit Vein.
"I wonder who you are …"
"I'm his big sister." Zhu Yao casually made up a reason. In order to prevent others from calling her ancestor, she did not reveal her identity along the way.
Unexpectedly, when the disciple heard this, his attitude towards her became even more respectful. "Junior-martial brother Wang has been taken in by the Sect Master. He should be at the Sword Mountain right now. If junior-martial sister doesn't mind, I can bring you over?"
Zhu Yao was naturally happy to have someone lead the way, and followed him to the Sword Mountain. When she arrived, she found out that the Sword Mountain was actually not very far away from the Jade Forest Mountain, and it was floating right below the Jade Forest. Furthermore, there were teleportation formations between the various peaks, so flying swords was not a must.
That disciple brought Zhu Yao through several teleportation formations, and finally, they arrived at a small courtyard. With a single glance, Zhu Yao saw Little Wang, who was currently brandishing a sword that was even longer than her.
Zhu Yao bade farewell to the person leading the way, thanked him, and then walked into the courtyard. The moment she stepped in, Wang Xuzhi noticed her. His little face, which was filled with sweat, flashed with great joy. Keeping his sword, he sprinted over, and shouted loudly as he ran.
"Wife!"
With a raise of her hand, Zhu Yao knocked on his little head, giving him a chestnut. "What are you randomly shouting for? Impudent. "
"I'm not!" Little Wang rubbed his aching head with a wronged look, and retorted unwillingly. "My father said before, a woman's husband is her Heaven, so I'm older than you."
Why couldn't he let go of this matter? Zhu Yao could not help but pinch his round cheeks. "You're not learning good things at such a young age, why are you always thinking about getting a wife? Who wants to be your wife!? "
"Of course it's you." Wang Xuzhi said with a stern look. "A man should be indomitable, and do what he says. I said that I will marry you, so I will definitely marry you, and I won't despise you. Also, I'm already ten years old, I'm no longer a child! "
Haha, he's pretty stubborn. "Did your father teach you these words as well?"
Wang Xuzhi shook his head. "Master taught me this."
Zhu Yao felt it was funny, and stroked his head. "Then did your master teach you this before? Deity practitioners must have a clear heart and few desires, and must not be moved by emotions. You're destined to not be able to get a wife for your entire life! "
Wang Xuzhi shook his head. He had only thought of this matter after much thought, and his little face scrunched up into a ball. "But … Master has a wife as well. Senior-martial brother has a wife as well. Senior-martial brother Shu Shu has a wife as well!"
Uh … Alright, her version of education was wrong.
"Kuh kuh … I heard that you've taken the Sect Master as your master." Zhu Yao changed the topic.
The moment she mentioned his master, Little Wang's face was instantly filled with pride, as he proudly raised his head. "I'm a chamber disciple."
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