Not following the expected path? Reborn and unexpectedly married to a demon.

Drinking the appetizing sour soup, Chu Luo regained her appetite and began to eat.

He watched her eat, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at the most ordinary scenery in the world, which did not make Chu Luo feel uncomfortable.

"Why aren't you eating?" Chu Luo asked when she saw that he wasn't touching his chopsticks.

"I've already eaten."

Jin Wuchen's words were true; Chu Luo was too focused on the moment, and he didn't disturb her.

I intended to wait until she got hungry before eating, but once she got focused, she didn't even notice her hunger or fatigue.

After Chu Luo finished eating, Jin Wuchen looked at her and naturally reached out to wipe the corner of her mouth.

Chu Luo's body moved faster than her mind; she leaned back first, avoiding his movement.

"That's enough for today," Jin Wuchen said, turning his hand towards the box next to her.

"You're going to take the box?" Chu Luo wanted to wait until he left before figuring it out herself.

"Yes, I'm asking you to train, not to starve yourself, forget to eat or drink, or work yourself to death."

Jin Wuchen was worried that she would continue doing this.

"I won't……"

Before Chu Luo could finish speaking, Jin Wuchen had already put the box away.

"Wait for me to come and practice," Jin Wuchen said.

"But you only come for two hours a day, that's too little time, and the battlefield can't afford to wait."

After he left, Chu Luo not only practiced what he taught her, but also applied what he taught her to playing the pipa, and the effect was really good.

This progress delighted her greatly. She never imagined that seemingly unrelated skills could hold so much help, and she wanted to learn more from him even more.

She then understood why some people were obsessed with improving their martial arts skills.

How could someone with ambition refuse to become a stronger version of themselves?

"You mean I should stay here longer to keep you company?" Jin Wuchen asked.

Considering his actions just now, Chu Luo felt that his words were somewhat ambiguous.

She had just checked her disguise and found no flaws. He shouldn't be able to tell that she was a woman, so he certainly wouldn't recognize her.

His actions reminded Chu Luo of a storybook she had accidentally seen while traveling in the martial arts world.

The author of that storybook was a rather famous person, and his name was also quite unique; it seemed to be something like "Young Master Not Content".

The above describes a man who is so handsome he is almost demonic, who acts like a devil and dominates the martial arts world. Under his oppressive aura, no one in the entire martial arts world dares to disobey him.

Dissatisfaction led me to initially view him as an enemy.

Unable to believe that anyone could be more handsome and skilled in martial arts than him, he inquired about his whereabouts and learned about the astonishing things he had done, wanting to fight him.

Finally, he met him as he wished and fought him. However, he did not fight honorably, as the opponent had just finished fighting a hundred men before he arrived.

Even so, misfortune still succumbed to his influence.

At the time, he didn't care about the setbacks, but they plagued him.

Only when the person said that it wasn't a matter of winning or losing, but a matter of life and death, did he agree to the unsatisfactory challenge.

But in the end, that person didn't kill Bu Ruyi, which means that the person felt pity for him.

Although he was not a worthy opponent, he also admired him greatly.

A person whose martial arts skills and appearance are superior to his is still so arrogant and aloof, making everyone who is dissatisfied with him fall in love with him.

……

What Chu Luo witnessed in the story that followed was a beautiful, unrealistic relationship that transcended gender...

It's not hard to guess who the characters in the book are.

It is said that later, in order to please him, some people not only sent him beauties, but also handsome men with delicate features, and he kept them in a male homosexual brothel.

Chu Luo remembered the male-oriented clinic he had promised to give her...

So, is he really a homosexual, and does he not discriminate between men and women?

After a moment of stunned silence, Chu Luo took a step back to create some distance and said, "No, I just feel that the time allotted for figuring things out was too short. I want more time to practice..."

Jin Wuchen looked at the distance she had created, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "I have things to do and can't always be with you during practice, but I've found someone to keep you company."

Chu Luo thought he was no longer going to teach her and hurriedly asked, "You're not going to teach me anymore? I've already finished the task you assigned, didn't you promise to teach me?"

"What, you can't bear to part with me?" Jin Wuchen asked with a smile.

Chu Luo didn't speak; he might not want to hear the truth.

To say no is just because I can't bear to part with his skills, which he hasn't finished learning yet, but it would be better not to say anything at all.

So she chose to keep quiet.

Jin Wuchen didn't presume to understand, but at least she didn't say it directly.

Seeing that she was still in a hurry, he said, "I didn't say I wouldn't teach you anymore. I'll find you a sparring partner. He'll stay here, and you can ask him if you don't understand anything."

Chu Luo breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

The person summoned to be his sparring partner was wielding sharp swords in the room.

Seventeen was struggling to keep up; this wasn't a friendly sparring match at all, every move from his opponent was filled with murderous intent.

"Fifteen, that's enough. Weren't you all happy when you came? Why are you so angry today? I just wanted to make you my sparring partner, didn't I?"

Fifteen swung the sword behind him, and most of the blade disappeared into the tree trunk.

They've already fought twice, and he's still so angry.

"They summoned me from so far away, I thought it was because the young master needed me, but it turns out he wants to teach that boy who can only play the pipa, and he wants me to be his sparring partner. What is he anyway?"

Fifteen wants to see what that thing is all about, and who has talent that can compare to his.

He was a little monster personally chosen and taught by the young master. He was always asked to do things differently from others, and he never disappointed him.

He thought he was unique, and he thought he would be the young master's most outstanding creation.

Over the years, the young master has never treated anyone else like he did.

Unexpectedly, the young master took a liking to someone else, personally taught him, and even had him spar with him.

Is he not good enough?

That person had better be capable, otherwise he shouldn't expect to live under his thumb.

Although they were not formally master and disciple, in his heart, the young master was his master.

When he arrived, he learned the reason and that the person had no martial arts skills and could only play the pipa.

How could someone like that be worthy of the young master's favor, or be like him?

How could he remain calm? The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

If he hadn't known that the young master was right beside him, he would have wanted to kill him immediately.

"fifteen"

Jin Wuchen suddenly appeared in the courtyard. When Shiwu saw Jin Wuchen, he was overjoyed and bowed.

When she looked up at Jin Wuchen again, her eyes were filled with grievance.

His eyes looked like those of a pet about to be abandoned.

"Young Master, Fifteen is here. What are your orders?"

Jin Wuchen said, "Starting tomorrow, you will live in the military camp, instruct a military doctor in his training, and protect his safety."

When Fifteen heard these words in person, his last glimmer of hope vanished.

Seventeen is absolutely right.

"What's so great about him? He can't even protect himself. Is he worth you calling me here to train with him?"

Fifteen, dissatisfied, questioned in a low voice.

He feared that the young master would dislike him, but he was filled with resentment and his hatred for the stranger ran even deeper.