The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Green Bamboo Cottage.

Fu Qing moved lightly, and before he stepped into the courtyard, he saw the bamboo house open, and his little disciple called out in a strange and yet admiring tone: "Master..."

"Fuer, did you hear my voice? Next time you don't have to go out to greet me." Fu Qing took a long step and climbed the bamboo ladder in three or two steps. He came in front of Ling Fu, who was slightly taller than his own disciple. He lowered his eyes slightly and fell on her face.

Ling Fu said stubbornly: "Master raised me, this is what a disciple should do." When she said this, her eyes fell on the tip of Fu Qing's nose, but she didn't dare to look into his eyes.

My previously calm heart seemed to be in ripples after I learned about what happened between Venerable Huai Ci and Junior Sister Yu.

I thought the ripples would gradually subside over time, but if the water of the Luo River stopped flowing, the bamboos on the mountain stopped whispering, and the person in front of me stopped looking down...

Maybe, it will really calm down.

She never asked for anything, and her heart and eyes were filled with only her master. But when did everything start to change?

Those little traces of life moistened her mind silently, filling her entire life, and even she couldn't find the end of it.

"You..." She didn't expect that she had a little disciple who was even more literary than herself. She suddenly understood some of the helplessness her fellow sisters and brothers had felt towards her in the past.

Fu Qing raised his hand and stroked her face.

Ling Fu's pupils trembled slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to step back, but she suppressed the impulse. She would envy the relationship between Junior Sister Yu and Venerable Huai Ci for a moment, but she never dared to really think about it.

The master is like the bright moon in the sky, like the frost on the leaves, and he is someone who cannot be touched.

It’s just…greed will torment you, the beast.

She paused, her eyes fixed on the approaching fingertips, and finally a not particularly gentle rubbed landed on her cheek.

“…Why would you apply cinnabar on your face?” Fu Qing rubbed the cinnabar on the side of his cheek, then waved his slender fingertips with fine calluses in front of Ling Fu.

Just like when we were little, he wiped off the cinnabar gently and taught me softly.

Fu Qing has always been a reasonable person, always with a pleasant expression, and her pride is also hidden in this pleasant expression.

Not far, not near, always deserted.

Only those who are familiar with her know that she has a pure and dull personality, which is very cute.

Ling Fu looked at the fingertips swaying in front of her, stained with rosy cinnabar, her earlobes burning red, and she pursed her lips to suppress her emotions.

Delusion, all delusion...

"Maybe I just rubbed it accidentally."

He was indeed careless. After sensing the master's voice, he quickly put down the cinnabar pen and ran lightly to open the door to greet him.

But he had to restrain his movements in front of the door and open it quietly, as if he was just about to open it.

"Be careful next time. Cinnabar stains the face, but it is slightly poisonous." Fu Qing cleaned the dirt on his fingertips, closed his Ruifeng eyes and smiled softly, "I'm afraid I'll have to ask Elder Chongdan to prescribe medicine by then."

“Hmm…” Ling Fu looked away, unwilling to meet her gaze. Her master shouldn’t be looked at in such a despicable manner.

"Come in quickly, why are you still standing there?" Fu Qing didn't notice the mood of his little disciple. When he took a step into the room, he turned his head and saw Ling Fu still standing there in a daze, so he asked.

"! Here I come..." Ling Fu gently twisted the hem of her skirt with her right hand and followed Fu Qing into the door one after the other.

Fu Qing secretly complained in his heart that it was not easy to raise an apprentice. He raised her from a lively little girl, but she turned into such a sullen person.

Is it really because of my own education method?

She pondered for a moment, and recalled that among the sisters and fellow disciples still alive, only Sheng Qing had a female disciple, and he raised Xiao Mian'er so well.

Should I discuss the art of raising apprentices?

The thought flashed through her mind for a moment, and she secretly rejected it. Her junior sister was raising her disciple as a child bride. If she went to ask her about it.

Would not it be……

A strange picture flashed through Fu Qing's mind. He turned around and looked at Ling Fu. Her eyes were calm, curious, puzzled, and smiling...

Finally he shook his head slightly.

Really, she couldn't imagine the relationship between herself and Junior Sister Fu'er. Maybe she had become obsessed with drawing talismans these days.

Clearing the confusion in her mind, she took out a few beautiful jade pendants and placed them on the table. "These are the array plates that I have carved recently. They are based on white jade and can be carried with you as pendants."

"Fuer can wear them in rotation." She has always doted on her disciple, so things like this naturally need to be replaced frequently to be prepared; the more the better.

Ling Fu looked at the jade pendant on the table, wondering why her master suddenly gave her a formation plate. She had not left the Wangxian Sect for more than a hundred years, and now she was stationed at Wenxian Mountain to teach talismans to the elder, and would not be sent out.

The function of this thing is almost just for decoration.

"Thank you, Master." However, the gift given by the master, even if it is just a pendant, is also very good.

Ling Fu picked up a piece at random, but found that there was no hole for the ornament on it, just like a round jade disk. How could she wear it?

Fu Qing realized this at this point, but the array plate cannot be punched with holes, as this would affect the effect and leak spiritual energy.

He raised his hand to take it back and think of a way, and with his palm, he grabbed Lingfu's hand that she had subconsciously half-retracted.

"Let me think of a way..." Fu Qing's original intention was not to snatch it away. He just took it over subconsciously. He just didn't expect that his disciple would take it back.

Now that the two warm hands touched, she paused, then pinched the back of the hand with her fingertips and said seriously: "Fu'er has lost a lot of weight. You have worked hard to take care of me."

I remember that my disciple still had some flesh when he was little, and he looked soft when I held him on my lap and tied his hair. Now his hands are bony and strong, with thin calluses from drawing talismans.

Her memory goes back nearly two hundred years.

Ling Fu's breath was choked, and she quickly pulled her hand back, "Thank you, Master. It's not necessary. I'll just keep it in my arms!"

After she finished speaking, she placed the round jade towards her chest, raised her hand to smooth out her slightly wrinkled blue shirt, and also to calm her suddenly accelerated heartbeat.

She just thought that maybe she was crazy. Why did she feel that every move of Fu Qing was teasing her, or...

She finally raised her eyes and looked at Fu Qing level. The surprised smile in her eyes instantly dispelled the idea.

The master looked at me with the same loving kindness as he would a child, without the slightest hint of evil.

"Why are you so anxious, Fu'er? Your master won't take back the gift you gave him..." Fu Qing chuckled and withdrew his hand, looking at the other formation plates on the table.

Forget it. Fuer thinks it is convenient to carry it close to her body, so she carries it close to her body. After all, drilling holes will indeed affect the effect of the array plate.

"I... am going to draw talismans. The sect has been using up a lot of talismans recently, so I'll take my leave." Ling Fu felt that she could no longer stay in the same space with her master.

She had never desired anything in her life, but she was obsessed with the person she couldn't get. Her heart was like fire boiling oil, and she was in unspeakable pain.