Chapter 82 The heart is like an ant crawling over (12)
Everyone was marveling at the superb swordsmanship of the young man on the stage. Suddenly, the young man stopped his movements, saluted his opponent with his sword, and jumped back to the Immortal Lord.
The young man's thin lips pursed into a straight line, and there was a hint of panic in his dark eyes. He seemed oblivious to the uproar of discussion in the audience, and his eyes only followed the person in front of him closely.
In the long sleeves that were invisible to everyone, the young man's palms trembled slightly, and the storage rings on his slender fingers slowly emitted light.
He was discovered.
"Master..." the young man called in a low voice.
I want to make amends, but there is no chance.
The woman in white walked away from him with a cold face, walked to the stage, coughed twice weakly, and said: "Thank you for your love, all disciples, but I am not feeling well and have no intention of recruiting more disciples. I hope you can understand."
After that, Zhu Yu bowed to the headmaster and left with the young man.
Everyone in the audience stood up to see him off, and their hearts were suddenly filled with speculation.
Only the leader and elders were left on the stage.
The leader sighed, took charge of the overall situation, and said to the disciples: "Go on."
The disciples Qing Yan plans to recruit have been carefully selected, so few people noticed that he left early.
As soon as Zhu Yu and her people left the Zongmen Square, they didn't want to fly anymore and walked back to Luoyue Palace on foot. She wanted to see when the little devil could admit his mistake.
When he put down the competition, Zhu Yu clearly saw that the young man's wrist bones were unable to exert force and were shaking from time to time, as if he was almost losing his grip on the sword but was trying to hold on.
The wrist bones are weak and the tiger's mouth is weak, which are symptoms of excessive use of hands.
Xie Weiran was secretly training himself behind her back.
Zhu Yu shook her head secretly. She didn't understand why the little devil practiced so hard. He was already making rapid progress, but he still didn't hesitate to practice to make it useless.
Does he really not know the pain?
"Master..." The young man behind him finally couldn't bear it anymore and called out to Zhu Yu.
"Huh?" Zhu Yu turned his head, expressionless.
The young man lowered his eyelids, bit his lower lip, hesitated for a while, then looked up at her, "Master, I was wrong."
"Oh? Where did you go wrong?" Zhu Yu asked calmly.
"Disciple should not secretly practice more." Xie Weiran lowered his head and said in a soft voice, "Master, please punish me."
The air fell into silence.
Xie Weiran secretly glanced at the expression of the white-clothed immortal, and found that she was not angry, and he was relieved.
"You want to... choose another teacher?"
After thinking about it, Zhu Yu could only think of this statement.
Because she was too lazy to give the little devil a systematic and comprehensive teaching. He basically relied on himself to grow up wildly in these years.
So the little devil who is full of ambition wants to become excellent, and then go to worship a more responsible master.
But this idea was quickly rejected by her.
The purpose of saying it was to deliberately stimulate the little devil.
"Master! No disciple!" Xie Weiran suddenly raised his head and hurriedly retorted.
“Once a teacher, always a teacher.”
Zhu Yu frowned slightly, but still said in a gentle and calm tone, "But you never listen to me."
"Disciple...disciple because..."
Xie Weiran was extremely anxious and didn't know how to answer.
He wanted to become stronger quickly, wanted to stand side by side with his master, and wanted his master to only see his face and forget about that person.
Such thoughts were scary, but he couldn't control himself. Whenever he thought about the distance between him and his master, he couldn't help but feel a surge of fear in his heart.
"The qualifications of the disciples are not as good as those of other disciples within the sect. If we don't work hard..."
It must be filtered out.
Zhu Yu guessed what he was going to say and couldn't help but sigh slightly. The little devil had no idea about his talent.
It would be an understatement to say that he is gifted.
Xie Weiran's eyes were red, and his voice had a strong nasal sound, which was heartbreaking to hear, "Master... Master, don't let me go."
She has always looked pitiful since she was a child. On the surface, Zhu Yu knew him well, but in reality, she was being manipulated severely.
"Stretch out your right hand."
Xie Weiran was startled, a little confused about her thoughts, but still obeyed obediently.
Zhu Yu gently rubbed his wrist bones, injecting spiritual power into them while rubbing them.
The girl's fingertips were slightly cool, but soft and delicate. When they touched her wrist, he could not control his trembling.
"Does it hurt?" Zhu Yu asked.
Xie Weiran shook his head in shock.
Zhu Yu continued to massage and said nothing.
But he was fascinated by it.
The master was very close to him, and he could clearly see the eyelashes that looked like small fans. The light fragrance of his breath lingered between his nose, and a blush appeared on the young man's face.
The young man's heart was beating wildly, but he didn't want to avoid it. The previous sourness faded away, replaced by an inexplicable feeling.
This emotion made Xie Weiran a little overwhelmed.
There is a cool breeze in the forest and the leaves are rustling.
Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
It seemed to end in an instant.
"alright."
Zhu Yu let go of his hand and said in a slower tone: "You are my only disciple, so you don't have to compete with anyone. You are the best here."
The young man was stunned for a moment, his eyes turned red, and he almost cried.
"Master...is it true?"
"Yeah." Zhu Yu responded, took out a clean handkerchief and handed it to him.
What's the matter with the dignified Demon Lord crying every day?
The young man's peach blossom eyes sparkled, he took the handkerchief and held it in his hand, a bright smile immediately appeared on his delicate face.
"Thank you, Master."
"Junior sister."
At the same time, another gentle male voice sounded, breaking the calm.
The two of them looked along the line of sight and saw the green-robed figure standing not far away.
He was looking at the two of them with a smile, a faint smile on his face, and a gentle brilliance in his eyes, and he quickly walked in front of them.
Xie Weiran stared at him, his face gloomy for a moment, then returned to normal.
"Senior brother."
Zhu Yu called him gently, with a tone that sounded close to distant.
I haven't seen her for a long time. The woman in white is standing on the steps. She is very delicate and elegant, with a radiant face and a pair of eyes as clear as water, without any disturbance.
Zhu Yu raised his sleeves to cover his face and coughed twice. There was a faint trace of illness on his fair face, and he looked extremely weak.
Xie Weiran quickly noticed and walked up the two steps to support her.
Zhu Yu took advantage of the situation and put his hand on the little devil's forearm, curled his lips and smiled, "Ran'er, I have met your uncle."
As soon as the words came out, the two of them were stunned.
However...
When had Master ever called his name so intimately?
The corners of the young man's mouth curled up slightly, and he saw that the man opposite him was no longer so disgusted. He looked directly into his eyes and called out obediently, "Disciple has met Master."
Qing Yan still had a gentle expression on his face, his fingers in his sleeves were slightly bent, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he nodded slightly towards Xie Weiran, and then turned his attention to the girl.
Her complexion was much worse than before.
He remembered that back then, although she didn't like to practice, she could still live a healthy life, and could even compete with him in martial arts. But now...
"Senior brother, there are still some trivial matters to be dealt with in the peak. Qianyi will leave first." Zhu Yu said calmly.
Qing Yan smiled gently and nodded without forcing it.
Zhu Yu turned around and left with the young man without even looking at him.
Qing Yan stopped where he was, looking at the two figures drifting away, an inexplicable emotion flashing across his eyes.
[Author's digression]: The emotional entanglement between Qing Yan and the original owner and Zhu Yu's indifference will be discussed later.