Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

"Jing Shu," Xu Sheng looked at Jing Shu and asked curiously, "What is the name of this poem?"

When Jing Shu heard Xu Sheng ask him a question, he finally turned his gaze away from his master. "The title of this poem is 'Painting'."

“A painting…” Xu Sheng murmured, chuckling softly. In the distance, the mountains were verdant, but up close, the sound of flowing water was inaudible. Spring had passed, yet the flowers still bloomed eternally, and the birds on the branches showed no fear as people approached. Wasn't this a painting?

"I'll read it with them first, and I'll trouble you to write out a few more copies for them to copy."

Jingran nodded. "Okay."

Jing Shu naturally had no objections. He picked up the things he needed and followed his master to Xu Sheng's study. The desk inside was not the small desk that children used in the school. The desk here was big enough for two people to write together.

Jing Shu put the things down and arranged them neatly. Then he picked up the ink stick on the desk and skillfully began to grind ink on the inkstone.

Aside from leading the way, Jingran had nothing to do the whole time: "..."

"Otherwise, I'll do the grinding," Jing Ran suggested, stepping forward.

Jing Shu shook his head. "No need. I used to grind ink for my master all the time, so I'm quite skilled at it. Just leave it to me."

"Master? So you're also a cultivator." Jing Ran was somewhat surprised, but not much—Jing Shu was clearly no ordinary person.

"Also? Jingran too?" Jing Shu showed just the right amount of surprise.

Nascent Soul: "......"

Haha, is it true or false!

Jing Ran nodded. "Yes, I am a rogue cultivator, traveling around to cultivate and gain experience."

"I heard from you before that you won the championship at Zuixianlou and obtained the Zuixian Brew, which is said to be priceless..."

Jing Shu looked very interested, hesitated for a moment, and then asked shyly, "I wonder if Jing Ran drank it? I'm quite curious about that wine..."

The Nascent Soul cultivator understood Jing Shu's unspoken meaning. Jing Shu wasn't just curious about the wine; he clearly wanted to know if his master had drunk any!

There was no one familiar with his master around. If he drank that wine and went out to act crazy, showing others an unusual side of Immortal Venerable Hanluo, Jing Shu couldn't tell whether he felt more jealous or embarrassed for his master.

"I'm sorry..." Jing Ran said somewhat awkwardly, looking down at the calligraphy Jing Shu had written. "I've already finished that wine. I'm sorry, Jing Shu, it'll probably have to wait until next year..."

"pat-"

The inkstick in Jing Shu's hand fell into the inkstone.

He drank?! Master drank alcohol?!

Jingran looked over upon hearing the sound. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing." Jing Shu picked up the fallen ink stick and placed it next to the inkstone.

"It's a bit of a pity. Although I can't hold my liquor, I still want to try this kind of fine wine."

Jingran didn't suspect anything. When Jingshu said that he couldn't hold his liquor, Jingran touched his nose awkwardly.

"Ah, ah... it's nothing, I'm not a big drinker..."

Jing Shu noticed his master's subtle actions and knew that his master was feeling a little guilty.

"Oh? How bad can Jingran's alcohol tolerance be? Judging from your appearance, you probably won't act crazy when you're drunk, right?"

There was no mockery in Jing Shu's tone; he asked with utmost sincerity.

For some reason, Jingran felt even more guilty.

"Well... after drinking, I don't remember anything. I only remember waking up the next day to find myself having mistakenly wandered into Xu Sheng's yard, and while they were sleeping, I'd made a complete mess of it..."

At this point, Jing Shu noticed that the tips of Jing Ran's ears had turned red, and his heart softened.

His master is so cute!

The nascent soul was getting restless inside the ancient jade. "Jing Shu, let me out! I want to talk to my master too! You promised you'd let me out!"

Jing Shu had no time to pay attention to him. His master wouldn't remember what happened when he was drunk, so he wouldn't remember that he had taken advantage of his master's drunkenness to pin him down.

Jing Shu slowly curled the corners of his lips. In order to avoid being expelled from the sect, he had to make his master fall in love with him before his master knew his feelings!

Jing Ran had no idea what Jing Shu was thinking; in fact, he had just said he was keeping his mind to himself.

The mess he described referred to was that he had uprooted all the flowers and plants his wife had planted in Xu Sheng's courtyard, and he had forcibly dismantled the wall, using it as building blocks to assemble a small tower, and even picked out a few pretty flowers to put on it.

He then fell asleep leaning against the small tower. When he woke up the next day and saw everything in front of him, he felt like the sky was about to fall.

Although Jingran was a cultivator, he was penniless and was prepared to be reported to the authorities and imprisoned by the homeowner.

However, when Xu Sheng and his wife woke up and discovered this, they were shocked but also found it quite funny.

What kind of bad guy would not steal, rob, or kill anyone, but only destroy these things, and even build a small tower and put a few flowers in it in a very childlike way!

Seeing that Jingran had not run away but was obediently standing in place waiting for their judgment, Xu Sheng and his companion felt compassion and did not choose to report to the authorities, but instead chose to have him help with some tasks to make up for their mistake.

Because they also have a son, who is also very mischievous and often breaks things. It's just that his destructive power isn't as great as Jingran's.

Later, upon discovering that he was penniless, they used various pretexts to get him to do chores, after which they would give him some money. It wasn't much, but it was enough to move Jingran.

This is why, after Jingran helped build the wall and replant the flowers and plants, she didn't choose to leave immediately, but instead helped Xu Sheng organize the books and together they educated the children in the private school.

Jingran was very grateful to them.

After washing the brush with water placed beside the desk, Jing Shu picked up a handkerchief from the desk, wiped the brush clean, and handed it to Jing Ran.

"So this is what you meant by paying off debts?" Jing Shu pushed the inkstone closer to Jing Ran.

It turned out that Master's drunkenness only caused trouble in Xu Sheng's courtyard. Fortunately, no one saw Master in that state, which made Jing Shu feel somewhat happy.

"Hmm..." Jingran dipped her brush in ink. "Let's hurry up and write, the children will need it soon..."

Jing Shu couldn't bear to see his master continue to feel awkward, so he followed Jing Ran's advice and began writing poetry.

There are thirty-five children in total, and twenty of them want to learn Jingran's characters.

Therefore, Jing Shu finished writing before Jing Ran.

Looking at Jing Ran's serious expression, which clearly had nothing to do with his master's appearance, Jing Shu still saw a resemblance to his master.

"Jingran," Jing Shu said softly.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Jing Ran asked Jing Shu without looking up, as she continued writing.

Jing Shu slightly curved the corners of his lips and said softly, "Actually, I also have a jar of Drunken Immortal Wine..."

"pat-"

A drop of ink fell onto the paper, slowly spreading and silently proclaiming that the poem, which was about to be finished, had been written in vain.