After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

Outside Siqin City, deep in a rarely visited landscape, a loft transformed from a magical treasure sits quietly.

Inside the attic, steam thickened, obscuring the surrounding scenery. In the pool, a woman knelt before a man, leaning slightly forward, her expression focused as she meticulously wiped his face.

The man looked at her with a smile, his fingertips slowly moving up her smooth back until they touched the slightly loose ribbon, and then he paused gently.

"Master, it's already been agreed that I will only help you bathe and change clothes. I can't do anything else."

Qiu lowered his head, his black hair covering his red ears, and his voice was choked with sobs.

"If you want to blame someone, blame the fact that the young lady is so pretty, I just can't control myself."

The smile in Lin Chuan's eyes became even more intense, and his fingertips gently hooked the ribbon.

"Sir... If you continue like this, I will call for help..."

Qiu's voice trembled, his head lowered even lower, and his earlobes were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.

"In this remote wilderness, even if you shout at the top of your lungs, no one will hear you."

Lin Chuan withdrew his rebellious hand and instead gently hooked Qiu's chin with his fingertips, slightly lifting her drooping face.

"But if you do this...what should I do if my sister finds out?"

Autumn's eyes were rolling, rippling with spring water, and the fragrance of orchids exhaled gently sprinkled on Lin Chuan's face.

"Then I'll say it was Qiu who seduced me first."

There was a sly smile in Lin Chuan's eyes, but he spoke in a serious tone.

"How could this servant seduce you, sir? It's you, sir..."

Qiu looked up at Lin Chuan with a burning gaze, tears welling up in his eyes, and his expression slowly became blurred.

"So, it's my fault, then?"

Lin Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his fingertips still lightly touching her chin.

"I have said the wrong thing again... Please punish me severely, sir."

Qiu's eyebrows were drooping, her body was trembling slightly, and her thin shoulders were filled with timidity, making her look petite and pitiful.

"Think of a punishment that satisfies me."

Lin Chuan released his fingertips that were hooking her chin, with a lazy smile in his eyes.

"The slaves obey."

Qiu still had her head down, and her fingertips gently grasped the towel she was using to wipe Lin Chuan's face. After a moment's thought, she reached out to lift Lin Chuan's arm, but the arm didn't move at all.

She pursed her lips, reluctantly withdrew her hand, and pondered for a moment before softly saying, "The towel I used to wipe your face just now was too rough, and it made you uncomfortable."

As she spoke, she stood up and knelt down, walked behind Lin Chuan, hooked her arms around his neck, and slowly pulled him into her arms.

Perhaps it was the resistance of the pool water, or perhaps it was the unintentional traction during the movements, but during the short few steps that Qiu Guixing took, the ribbon, which was already slightly loose, finally slipped down quietly and loosened.

a long time.

Lin Chuan picked up Qiu Da and carried him horizontally, then slowly walked out of the pool and headed towards the soft couch not far away.

Outside the attic, the setting sun was slowly setting, and the rosy glow in the sky dyed it a warm orange.

On a tree in the distance, a woman in white sat on a branch, holding a bronze mirror in her hand, looking at the picture in the mirror with a slightly blushing face.

"She's just a maid in a brothel, yet you treat her like a treasure. What a useless and evil disciple..."

……

It was late at night, in the attic.

Qiu originally wanted to put into practice all the theoretical knowledge he had learned and still remembered in the Teaching Pavilion, but he was unable to do so due to his own insufficient level.

However, with Lin Chuan's words and deeds, she finally understood the meaning of the two words in the ancient book.

However, after understanding, she had only one thought in her mind, which was to go back and ask for help immediately.

With this only thought in mind, Qiu slowly closed his eyes which had already become red, swollen and sore. His long eyelashes were still wet. His breathing gradually became steady and he finally fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Chuan slowly stood up, reached out to tuck in the corners of Qiu's quilt, then walked to the window and sat down, quietly looking at the silver moon hanging in the sky.

A feeling of confusion and fear filled his heart, all stemming from the unknown future.

He didn't know what the future would be like, nor was he sure whether what he was doing now would bring him the desired results. He could only give his all and deduce all the time.

He deduced what would happen if he ultimately failed, and how he would deal with each of these outcomes. The time in the plan seemed ample, but in reality, there was very little left, and there were still too many things he wanted to accomplish.

Sometimes, when a person is in seclusion, he would think, "What does a flood mean to me? Even if the world collapses in the future, what will happen? Living peacefully day by day is good enough. Isn't it good to just live in this muddled state?"

However, the moment such a thought emerged, he ruthlessly extinguished it the next second. He had survived that brutal battle to the very end, even personally taking the other world's origin. As he did so, he watched with his own eyes as all the living beings in that world, along with the rest of the world, descended into a dead silence.

Those who are not of my kind must have different hearts. The strong prey on the weak. This has always been the truth of the world. He did not feel the slightest bit of guilt about that scene. He just wanted to find a way out. Even if he failed in the end, the people around him would be safe.

"Bang!"

The door of the attic was suddenly blown open by a gust of cold wind. Qiu, who was sleeping, groaned in dissatisfaction, but ultimately could not wake up.

Lin Chuan came back to his senses from his chaotic thoughts and looked up at the woman in white standing at the door.

"What? If Chuan'er doesn't want to see me, I'll leave." Xu Hanyi's eyes fell straight on Lin Chuan.

"I'll walk with Master."

Lin Chuan chuckled and was about to walk towards Xu Hanyi, but Xu Hanyi walked straight in.

"Master." Lin Chuan called softly.

Xu Hanyi, who was walking towards Qiu, paused slightly, then turned sideways and spoke with a hint of anger: "Don't you trust your master?"

"..."

Lin Chuan remained silent and did not speak.

"Don't worry, I just want her to sleep in another room because I don't want to disturb her sweet dreams."

Xu Hanyi's fingertips moved slightly, and the next second, Qiu came to the soft couch in the next room along with the sheets and bedding under him.

Then, she took out a new set of sheets and bedding from the storage space, bent down slightly, and began to tidy up the bed.

"Did Qingshu help Master break the seal?"

Lin Chuan looked at Xu Hanyi's figure with his back to him, his eyes were somewhat deep, and he slowly asked.

"I originally asked you to follow me and cultivate diligently at Tianjian Peak, but you refused to listen. Now that you're only halfway through your training, you still want to trap me?"

Xu Hanyi was spreading the new bed sheets, his tone was light and indifferent, not even turning his head.

"..."

Lin Chuan watched her quietly as she made the bed. Only after the bedding was completely arranged did he speak, his tone somewhat solemnly: "Whatever she said to Master, Master should not believe it, nor should he follow it."

Xu Hanyi turned around and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. She nonchalantly lifted her slender legs and looked up at Lin Chuan. Her voice was filled with a cold and oppressive feeling: "Traitor, are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

Lin Chuan stared straight into Xu Hanyi's eyes, his gaze calm and silent.

"I haven't come to settle accounts with you, my wicked disciple, for banning my cultivation."

Xu Hanyi deliberately avoided Lin Chuan's gaze. A cold sword energy suddenly surged around him, and his cold voice carried an unquestionable sense of oppression:

"Your Majesty!"

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