Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Qin Muyue worked until late at night and finally finished writing the Qingxin Jue fifty times to send off her senior brother. As soon as she left the chair, she felt stiff and exhausted.

What's even more outrageous is that the system also needs to rest at night, so she can only remain silent in her heart, unable to express her pain.

She walked into the bathroom, worked hard to get some hot water, poured it into the bathtub, and mixed up the flower petal bath, ready to relax.

Qin Muyue untied her hair, and her long hair fell to her waist. The steam from the hot water slowly rose in the bathroom, and the peach petals exuded a fragrance. Just then, she heard a splash, and water splashed all over her face.

Qin Muyue wiped the water off her face and looked into the bathtub again, only to see a silver-haired man slowly standing up. His floor-length hair was sticking to his face and his clothes were soaked, revealing his perfect figure that was usually hard to see.

[Oh, this beautiful thin muscle, broad chest, and smooth waistline. Haha, Master really doesn’t treat me as an outsider.]

Qin Muyue looked righteous, but her eyes were glued to the man. "Master, why are you here...?"

Jun Yuzheng frowned, his handsome face looked a little confused, a drop of water dripped down his tall nose, and his thin lips were soaked by the water, "Mu Yue, your memory seems to be confused. I only remember that I had to come back here, but I fell to the wrong place when I tore the void."

Qin Muyue's eyes were startled. She had never seen her master lose his composure like this. She quickly recovered from her shock.

For the Wuji Immortal Sect, Jun Yuzheng is the sect's eternal god. The way the master looked in the bathtub was obviously inappropriate. If she kept staring at him, it would be an offense, and if she didn't look at him, it would be contempt.

She thought about it and decided to just look at it generously.

Qin Muyue asked cautiously: "Master, are you okay? Your memory...?"

Jun Yuzheng shook his head, trying to sort out his thoughts, and gently touched his forehead with his jade-like fingers: "Master, I can't remember the way back to the palace."

Qin Muyue looked at her beautiful master still soaking in the bathtub and quickly reached out to support her.

"Master, don't worry, let's take our time. Change into clean clothes, I'll go find some herbs to help you recover."

Jun Yuzheng lowered his eyelashes, his wet eyes made him look very broken, and he nodded slightly: "Okay."

Qin Muyue watched her master's long legs step out of the bathtub. His tall body swayed a bit, and she was so scared that she quickly hugged his waist. Her hand felt so good that she couldn't help but pinch it.

Jun Yuzheng's body stiffened, and his consciousness subconsciously swept over the people around him. He pressed his fingertips on the forehead, and his icy voice was a little hoarse.

"Yue'er, I feel a little dizzy."

[Shocked, the dignified Fuguang Immortal Venerable looks so delicate and weak. Man, you have successfully attracted my attention.]

Jun Yuzheng made a gesture, and the folded gauze Hanmei robe on his body finally dried completely, even his hair looked fresh. He stood tall and looked at Qin Muyue coolly.

"Yue'er, have you touched enough?"

Qin Muyue gave a forced smile and withdrew her hands from his arms and waist.

"Master, are you thirsty? I will make you some tea."

"Ah."

Jun Yuzheng looked at Qin Muyue's fleeing back, his eyes darkening. Wasn't it said that her spiritual roots were damaged, but now she is actually healed.

After a while, in a private room.

Jun Yuzheng sat in front of the rosewood coffee table. Qin Muyue closed the incense burner and lit the master's favorite plum blossom incense.

A hand with slender fingers and distinct joints gracefully picked up the teacup, paused at the lips, savoring the vapor of the fragrant tea.

"It's okay."

"As long as Master likes it." Qin Muyue felt excited. Master's actions of sipping tea were faithful, expressive and elegant from beginning to end. She finally understood what it meant to make her humble home shine.

[Master is indeed the eternal god of the sect. Just sitting in front of me makes my Mingqian Longjing tea several levels higher than spiritual tea. ]

Jun Yuzheng was very pleased to be praised by his apprentice. His finely carved eyebrows showed a hint of joy. He sipped the tea in the cup as if he was drinking the finest spiritual tea.

Qin Muyue saw that the tea was a little less and wanted to pick up the teapot to add a little more for her master.

Jun Yuzheng put down the teacup and raised his eyelids slightly. His long eyelashes were like a butterfly spreading its wings to fly, and his narrow and long phoenix eyes cast an indifferent look, as if nothing in the world could cause any ripples in those light blue pupils.

"He Zhen has been exiled to the Ice and Fire Cave as punishment. Do you still complain?"

Qin Muyue's eyes flickered slightly. She didn't expect that it wasn't the Cliff of Repentance. As expected, now that the matter was handed over to the eldest senior brother, she had a lot to consider.

"I have no complaints."

[It's fake, secretly happy, yanderes should be beaten by society]

Jun Yuzheng: It seems that Yu Fengxue finally did a good thing.

The candlelight illuminated his well-defined face, and his pair of light blue eyes became even deeper. He pulled out a secret book.

"It is not my wish for the disciples of Tianjian Peak to kill each other. This Nine-transformation Dragon Soul Technique is my compensation."

As soon as Qin Muyue saw the dragon scale pattern on the cover of the book, she knew that this technique was definitely a fairy-quality technique. Even though she was a loser with only five spiritual roots, she would be stronger if the technique was stronger.

The word "dragon soul" in the martial arts method means that it is related to the dragon. These days, things with dragons or phoenixes in them are very expensive.

Qin Muyue thought that if the strict requirement was to have a real dragon soul, her level of cultivation would not be enough to fill the gap between the remaining dragon souls. After all, when the dragon roared, the golden elixir exploded, the infant soul was shaken, and it was transformed into a god.

The one who developed the Dragon Soul Technique to its full potential was the manta ray that flew to somewhere unknown... No, it was the Dragon Soul Sect's leader, the Immortal Zi Yang. I heard that he had the Teng Snake divine beast and the Jiaolong battle pet, and he himself had three dragon souls. He was overbearing and tyrannical and his word was final.

If there were nine dragon souls, I wonder if he would challenge Jun Yuzheng to a duel.

Qin Muyue thought of the system. If she drew the dragon soul, it would not be a problem for her to directly use her golden elixir to attack her Nascent Soul.

"Master, how come you have the skills of Zi Yang Xianzun's lineage?"

Jun Yuzheng thought of the time when he was facing Gui Tiandao and Luo Hou Jidu alone, and how those upright sects only wanted to preserve their strength, and his voice became a little colder.

"Master, I will have to collect some price from the sect for sealing Luohou Ketu."

Jun Yuzheng's eyes darkened slightly and he looked at Qin Muyue seriously.

"Yue'er, this method is meant for you. You are born with the fate of the Purple Star Emperor, and you are born with dragon energy. You will definitely achieve something if you practice this method."

"Disciple understands. Thank you, Master." Qin Muyue gladly accepted the skills. When she was a child, she was also curious about why the Ziwei Emperor Star Fate allowed her to appear in a village full of evil spirits. However, the Human Emperor Fate was full of dangers. If she could not become a king, her life would be as fragile as paper. It was better for her to cultivate immortality, where she could live forever without having to rack her brains to collect top-notch generals.

Jun Yuzheng smiled slightly.

Qin Muyue was immediately struck by the beauty. The icy-faced master actually smiled. She said something in a daze.

"Master, since you don't remember where you live anyway, my house is quite big, can I make room for you?"

Jun Yuzheng looked calm, with his slender jade-like fingers resting on his knees.

"Now that you are here, I will teach you how to practice the Nine Revolutions Dragon Soul Technique."

Qin Muyue's face turned bitter. It was almost dawn and she hadn't been able to take a bath or sleep yet.

"Master, my disciple's spiritual roots are damaged, and I really have no power to do anything."

The temperature around Jun Yuzheng suddenly dropped, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and his playful gaze swept across the girl's dantian.

"Oh? I see that your spiritual roots are full of vitality and their quality has improved a lot. Are you really not going to practice?"

Qin Muyue started practicing martial arts with a helpless look.

"I like practicing the Kung Fu the most. Practicing the Kung Fu makes me happy."