Unlike other sects, Qing Xuanzong has no rules against master-disciple love, so it is considered a relatively open sect.
Another important reason is that it is impossible for many masters and disciples to fall in love. Immortality cultivation requires training from an early age, so the age difference between masters and disciples is very large, and their psychological maturity levels are also different.
It is somewhat difficult for a teenager to like someone whose mental age is several hundred years old.
The younger one is in a period of emotional confusion and cannot distinguish between friendship and love or family affection, while the older one is very restrained and unfeeling, so many masters and apprentices break up, mostly because of this.
Zhu Yu could tell that the little devil had feelings for her, but what kind of feelings they had was another matter.
How will you know if you don't try?
The lights in the hall were lit, and Zhu Yu was picked up and placed gently on the bed. The young man sat on the footrest beside the bed, raised his face and asked her worriedly, "Where did the master hit?"
Zhu Yu frowned slightly, lowered her head and pulled the hem of her robe upwards, revealing a small section of her white, tender and slender calves, "It should be around there."
The calf was dazzlingly white. The young man lowered his eyes and whispered "I'm offended" before reaching out to look.
He carefully lifted Zhu Yu's calf and placed it on his own leg. He opened his shoes and socks and saw the redness, swelling and bruises on the ankle.
It looks quite miserable, but in fact it is comparable to a mosquito bag for Qianyi Xianzun, a powerful figure in the world of immortality.
I guess the little devil is the only one in the world who is so easy to deceive.
"hiss."
He touched it with his fingertips, and Zhu Yu pretended to scream.
Xie Weiran stopped, his eyes showing deep distress, "Does it hurt?"
Zhu Yu: "A little bit."
The young man lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and used spiritual energy to treat it.
Zhu Yu's eyelids twitched slightly, and it will be cured after a while of doing this!
She suddenly retracted her legs and hit the edge of the bed with a bang, startling Xie Weiran, "Master?"
Zhu Yu's eyes welled up with tears, and he looked at Xie Weiran in embarrassment, "I can't bear the spiritual power. Can you help me apply some ointment and rub it in?"
Xie Weiran froze his hands in the air, a little dazed, "Wha...what?"
Zhu Yu pulled a wry smile from the corner of his mouth and said in a low tone, "It's okay. If you don't want to, then..."
Before she finished speaking, someone grabbed her leg.
The young man's low and trembling voice said: "Of course I am willing."
Xie Weiran took out the ointment from the storage ring, squeezed a little onto his fingertips, and applied it to the red and swollen areas.
He gently rubbed Zhu Yu's ankle with both hands, using a good pressure. It didn't hurt, it was just itchy, but it was very comfortable.
Zhu Yu looked at his hair and suddenly said: "What happened during the day was because I punished you by mistake."
Xie Weiran raised his eyes and chuckled, "When has Master ever punished a disciple?"
It was just a matter of pulling him back from the boss in time, and he didn't suffer at all.
The two of them stopped talking in a tacit understanding, and Xie Weiran rubbed her calf seriously.
The room was extremely quiet.
After applying the medicine, the redness and swelling in the area where Xie Weiran had rubbed it had dissipated a lot, but a circle of red marks appeared on the area where his other hand was held.
Xie Weiran was slightly stunned, subconsciously wondering why he was so squeamish, but thinking that it was Master, he felt it was very reasonable.
He stared at the red marks for a while, twirled his fingertips, and lightly applied ointment. The white jade dazzled, and a strange feeling spread from the bottom of his heart.
The scene that appeared in the phantom mirror could not help but appear in his mind.
The beauty wept tears, like delicate roses cutting through the dark night, bringing out the most primitive desire in his heart.
"Ok?"
Seeing that Xie Weiran had not spoken for a long time, Zhu Yu called out softly.
Xie Weiran was startled, came to his senses, arranged her shoes and socks, and withdrew his hand.
"alright."
Zhu Yu's eyes kept falling on him, and seeing that there was no change in his expression, he bowed respectfully and then left.
Zhu Yu stopped the man and said warmly: "I will be going down the mountain in a few days."