Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

For Yin Nanxiang, that lunch was a double feast of taste and spiritual essence.

Jiang Ruochen's craftsmanship far exceeded her imagination.

The simple spiritual rice grains are crystal clear and plump, containing gentle spiritual energy.

The stir-fried seasonal vegetables are tender and juicy, retaining the sweetness and charm of the ingredients to the greatest extent.

Especially the bowl of steaming fish ball soup, the fish balls are white and chewy, the soup base is clear and sweet. After taking a bite, the warmth goes straight to every limb, and even the spiritual power circulating in the dantian seems to be more active.

She ate with great concentration, not slowly, but her movements still maintained the demeanor of a young lady from an aristocratic family. Only the slightly shining eyes and the occasional subtle movement of her cheeks revealed her inner satisfaction.

A genuine and relaxed smile unconsciously appeared on his usually cold face, like the spring water that suddenly melts from the frozen lake, clear and moving.

"Master,"

She swallowed the delicious fish ball in her mouth, raised her eyes, and looked at Jiang Ruochen who was sipping the spiritual tea slowly and leisurely, as if he was just doing something casually. Her tone was rare and light and sincere.

"You are such a great cook! This is the best meal I have ever had!"

Her beautiful phoenix eyes curved slightly with a smile, and the clarity in her eyes reflected the light from outside the hall and the handsome outline of the person in front of her, pure without a trace of impurities.

Jiang Ruochen's fingers holding the teacup tightened almost imperceptibly.

Those eyes...

Too bright. Too defenseless.

A corner of his heart seemed to be gently bumped by something soft and subtle, causing a strange and bizarre ripple, disturbing the thousand-year-old well-like lake in his heart.

An inexplicable, almost impulsive emotion surged in his heart, making him subconsciously want to do something to cover up the discomfort at the moment.

He almost instinctively stretched out his chopsticks and accurately picked up a plump fish ball. His movements seemed casual but with an irresistible force, he gently stuffed it into Nan Xiang's mouth, who was still wanting to continue praising it.

"Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep."

He looked away, and his tone returned to his usual lazy tone, even with a hint of deliberate, faint disdain.

"You're as thin as a bamboo pole on Purple Bamboo Peak. A strong wind could blow you away. Eat more, or else people will think I'm mistreating my only disciple."

The warm and springy fish balls suddenly blocked Nan Xiang's mouth. She was caught off guard and had to chew with difficulty, puffing out her cheeks.

The sense of ease and warmth that had just been brought about by the delicious food and praise was instantly extinguished by the Master's venomous words.

The feeling of being moved disappeared, the smile froze on his face, slowly faded, and was covered with a thin layer of cold frost again.

She glanced at Jiang Ruochen silently, and seeing his nonchalant and lazy look, she swallowed the words that were about to retort.

Forget it, it’s easy to be soft-hearted.

Besides, I don’t seem to be familiar enough with my master to joke around with him casually.

So she lowered her eyes, stopped talking, and concentrated on dealing with the food in the bowl, but her speed was obviously faster than before, with a little silent, small temper.

Jiang Ruochen saw his little disciple's emotional changes out of the corner of his eye.

Watching her puffing out her cheeks as she silently ate, her expression of "I'm very generous and won't bother with you," but actually feeling suffocated, I recalled her bravery during the admissions exam, pointing at herself covered in blood and declaring "I only want you," and her sincere and lovely smile just now...

Several completely different images overlapped in my mind.

puff.

My heart seemed to skip a beat, then started beating again at a slightly faster pace than usual.

An indescribable emotion, a mixture of amusement, helplessness, and a hint of doting, quietly grew, causing a very light smile to appear on his usually cold face, like a spring breeze blowing across the ice, fleeting.

He did not delve into the source of this strange throbbing, but simply attributed it to - well, as a master, he felt relieved to see his disciple enjoying the food he cooked.

Yes, that must be the case.

Time flies. The purple bamboo leaves on Zizhu Peak fall and new buds grow. Three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three months, Yin Nanxiang thoroughly embodied the character of the "King of Papers".

He spent most of his time on the bluestone by the stream, diligently practicing the "Xuanyuan Heart Sutra". His cultivation became more solid and profound on the basis of the great perfection of Qi training, and there was only a thin barrier left before he could establish his foundation.

Occasionally, he would go to the Xuantian Sect's library to read ancient books to broaden his horizons and improve his understanding of Taoism.

She did go to the sect's general dining hall to experience it once.

The dishes were decent and quite tasty, but compared to the amazing cooking skills of my master, the big pot meals in the cafeteria seemed particularly "plain and unpretentious" and even a little "hard to swallow."

She had also tried the fasting pills, which were adequate to fill her stomach, but the pure, unenjoyable energy supplement made her feel like something was missing.

From then on, unless she really couldn't concentrate at the critical moment of her practice, she would swallow the fasting pill to deal with it. The rest of the time, her appetite had long been spoiled by Jiang Ruochen, and she silently included "returning to Zizhu Peak for meals" as an important part of her daily practice plan.

However, Jiang Ruochen had seen his young disciple only a few times in the past three months.

Except for the fixed meal times, when he could "catch" the white figure who hurriedly came, ate, and hurriedly left to practice, the rest of the time, the little girl seemed to have grown on the bluestone by the stream.

Inside the Liuyun Palace, Jiang Ruochen plucked the strings of his zither lazily, producing a few discordant notes.

His spiritual consciousness habitually swept across the top of the mountain, and once again "saw" the figure sitting on the bluestone with his eyes closed and concentrating, surrounded by spiritual energy.

He suddenly felt that as a master, he was... a little too "free-range"?

Although he gave me top-level mental skills and provided delicious meals, it seemed that he had never given me any specific guidance...?

Is it all up to the little girl to figure it out on her own?

Although the Xuanyuan Heart Sutra emphasizes self-realization, if you practice it incorrectly...

A subtle emotion called "Master's duty" rarely emerged in the heart of this salted fish.

After dinner that day, Nan Xiang prepared to return to the stream as usual to continue to break through the bottleneck of foundation building.

"Wait." Jiang Ruochen called her.

Nan Xiang stopped and looked back with a questioning look in her eyes.

Jiang Ruochen coughed lightly, maintaining a lazy sitting posture, his eyes drifting towards the sea of ​​purple bamboo and clouds outside the hall, and his tone tried to appear casual:

"Has your cultivation been going smoothly these past three months? What level of comprehension have you reached in the Xuanyuan Heart Sutra?"

Although Nan Xiang was puzzled as to why her master suddenly cared about this, she still answered honestly:

"Reporting to Master, everything went smoothly. I have comprehended and reached the second level of perfection. I feel that I can try to build the foundation soon."

Jiang Ruochen: “…” This speed…he is indeed a little monster.

He suppressed his subtle surprise and tried to act like a strict teacher, even though he still looked like he was still half asleep.

"Well, the progress is acceptable. However, working in isolation is not a good idea. Tomorrow at noon, I will return to your place of cultivation. I will assess your achievements over the past three months and offer guidance."

Nan Xiang's cold eyes lit up instantly!

Master will personally guide the assessment!

For the crazy cultivator, this is like a blessing from heaven!

It made her more excited than having ten spiritual meals!

"Yes! Thank you Master!"

She rarely spoke in a cheerful tone, and even praised subconsciously,

"Master, you are so kind!"

After she finished speaking, as if she was afraid that Jiang Ruochen would go back on his word, she immediately turned around, and with brisk steps she turned into a white shadow, quickly disappearing at the end of the purple bamboo path, and continued her great cause of becoming the king of scrolls.

Jiang Ruochen looked at the direction where his disciple disappeared in an instant and laughed in silence.

"Really..."

He shook his head, slumped back onto the couch, and pinched his brows.

"Never mind. It's good to fulfill my duties as a master occasionally...even if it's a bit troublesome."

That being said, but when I think about having to get up early tomorrow, my lazy nature starts to struggle again.

In the end, the newly emerging sense of responsibility barely overcame the strong sleepiness.

The next day, before noon, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

When Yin Nanxiang finished her morning breathing and opened her eyes, she was surprised to find that the familiar figure was leaning on the branch of a purple marrow bamboo not far in front of her.

Jiang Ruochen was still wearing a lazy and leisurely silver-purple wide-sleeved robe, with his black hair untied, fluttering in the wind.

He supported his chin with one hand, his eyes half-closed, as if he was still fighting against the remaining sleepiness. His beautiful face looked a little hazy in the dim morning light, like an ink painting that had not yet fully woken up.

Nan Xiang was indeed surprised.

Based on her understanding of how "indifferent" her master had been in the past three months, his appearance here at noon was simply a stroke of luck.

But then, thinking of yesterday's agreement, that little surprise was immediately replaced by great anticipation and excitement.

She quickly stood up and saluted respectfully:

"Master!"

Hearing the voice, Jiang Ruochen lazily opened his eyelids, his narrow eyes still filled with a layer of lingering moisture. He glanced at her and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I woke up in the morning."

"Well. Let's get started. Let me see what you've been practicing for the past three months."

His tone was still casual, but deep in his half-closed eyes, a barely perceptible concentration flickered across his face.

The assessment has begun.