Senior brother is so awesome!

The following is the main text of the novel "{?$article_title?}" ({?$jieqi_title?}) provided by {?$jieqi_sitename?}. Please enjoy! "Junior Sister, quickly answer Master," her second senior brother kindly reminded her, his eyes filled with concern.

Yang Shanshan nodded, stood up, knelt down, and said, "Master, your disciple is grateful for your guidance. I am honored to receive personal instruction from my eldest brother. However, I am not talented and have just recovered from a serious illness. I have no foundation whatsoever. It is acceptable for someone else to teach me basic skills such as horse stance, so that my eldest brother will not waste his talents by using a sledgehammer to crack a nut." After saying this, she lowered her head deeply, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands and twisting them. Master must agree, then she will be free.

Ye Xianqing pondered for a moment and realized that what she said made sense. He knew his eldest disciple's status best; she had countless matters to handle. It might not be appropriate to trouble him with such a small matter, but…

"Chan'er, please get up and sit down. There are only the three of us, master and disciple, so you don't need to stand on ceremony." Seeing that she sat down obediently, he solemnly said, "What you said is right, but this task was personally accepted by your eldest brother. As his master, I can't be too inconsiderate of his thoughts. After all, he is your eldest brother, so we should give him some face."

Upon hearing that Zhong Zhichen's opinion still needed to be sought, Yang Shanshan immediately became anxious. If that domineering man found out, he would skin her alive. She stepped forward and tugged at Ye Xianqing's sleeve, pleading, "Master, there's no need to ask Senior Brother's opinion anymore. He was very annoyed with me today, so he probably doesn't want to teach me. Perhaps he's embarrassed to tell you he won't teach Chan'er because he promised to. If you agree to my request, Senior Brother might even think you're understanding and considerate of your disciple."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a deep laugh came from the outer hall. Hearing that laughter, Yang Shanshan suddenly felt like the end of the world was coming, and involuntarily hid behind Ye Xianqing.

Zhong Zhichen strode in. Yang Shanshan noticed that he had changed his clothes; a black robe embroidered with subtle patterns made him look even more noble. Seeing the little girl hiding behind her master, he smiled knowingly and gave Ye Xianqing a rough bow, saying, "Disciple greets Master."

Zhu Mingquan also stood up and clasped his hands in greeting. Yang Shanshan felt that when the same action was performed, the second senior brother looked much better than the eldest senior brother. He was elegant and his eyes were clear. He was nothing like that big bad guy whose mind was full of *information*.

Zhong Zhichen seemed not to see Zhu Mingquan, but instead stared directly at the little figure behind his master. His expression grew increasingly dark as he commanded, "Junior sister, how can you be so ignorant of hierarchy? Do you think you can hide behind your master and not see your senior brother? After all, I taught you 'martial arts' for a whole day, didn't I?" He emphasized the word "martial arts," as if reminding her of the two times he had taken liberties with her that day.

Yang Shanshan was called out by the big bad guy, but she dared not disobey. She walked over from behind Ye Xianqing and gave a slight bow. Her fair neck, exposed by her lowered head, formed a silent temptation in Zhong Zhichen's eyes. Her fair skin seemed to beckon him to kiss her.

Zhu Mingquan saw the desire in his eyes and quickly stepped forward to help Yang Shanshan out of the predicament. He pulled her behind him and calmed her heart, which was about to jump out of her chest. This feeling was as embarrassing and shameful as saying bad things about someone and having them overhear you.

“Senior Brother, we’re all fellow disciples, why bother with all this fancy etiquette? Look, you’ve scared Junior Sister.” Zhu Mingquan advised gently, but his eyes held no room for compromise.

Zhong Zhichen's lips curled into a wicked smile as he glanced at him, seemingly with utter disdain: "If it's really a matter between me and my junior sister, then second junior brother shouldn't meddle. The right path is to hone your martial arts skills. Don't spend your days playing with these bottles and jars. People from Sanqing Mountain who aren't skilled in martial arts are nothing to be ashamed of."

His pleasant voice was captivating, but his words were ruthless. Yang Shanshan would be a fool if she couldn't see the hostility between her second senior brother and the big bad guy. She also wondered how her gentle, immortal-like second senior brother could offend anyone. Even the angrier person wouldn't raise their voice when they saw the smile on his face. It must be that the big bad guy was too wicked and had been bullying her second senior brother long ago because he was a new disciple!

Thinking of this, she stood in front of Zhu Mingquan in a moment of impulsiveness, her small body glaring at Zhong Zhichen in a protective stance, and said in her small mouth: "Don't you understand the principle that everyone has their own ambitions, Senior Brother? Just because you are good at martial arts doesn't mean that others have to be like you. On the contrary, I think that Second Senior Brother can benefit the world and save people from incurable diseases by studying medicine, unlike some people who only know how to practice martial arts, with strong limbs but simple minds!"

Upon hearing this, all three people present were stunned. Even Ye Xianqing was shocked that his little apprentice could say such a thing. He admired her in his heart, but at the same time, he was worried about her. If she angered Zhong Zhichen, she would not be easy to deal with.

Zhu Mingquan looked down at the maidservant protecting him. She was small, barely reaching his chest, but her words carried a powerful aura. For so many years, since that person died, no one had ever protected him like this. A warm feeling welled up in his heart, and the long-lost feeling made him smile involuntarily.

Yang Shanshan couldn't see his amazed smile. His angry eyes were fixed on her, as if he wanted to devour her whole. His intimidating aura made her want to kneel and worship him. She secretly regretted her impulsiveness; one wrong step could lead to eternal regret. How would that big bad guy punish her? Oh God, help…