Master fell into evil? I took the blame for the heroine

The Iceberg Sword Immortal raised his hand and gently touched his chest.

It feels... a little strange.

Chapter 91: Master's Thigh (Part 2)

After Luo He finished telling the story, he felt a lot more relaxed.

Communicating with someone can help you relieve your inner anxiety.

However, in this empty and depressing space gap, the real challenge has just begun.

If he doesn't cultivate the first level of Wutan Sword Heart, he won't be able to get out of this space gap.

He and Senior Sister Wang Xiaoke had an agreement to go to the spiritual realm together, and Luo He didn't want to break the appointment.

After Luo He sat down again, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, put all distracting thoughts behind him, and focused on the Wutan Sword Heart in his body.

This spatial gap was still empty, pitch black, with no reference points. Only the constantly encroaching spatial turbulence remained. Sometimes it was gentle like the wind, sometimes it was violent like a knife. Each wave of power seemed to tear at his body and soul.

"Uh... um..."

Luo He frowned, feeling the sharp pain, but he endured it, concentrating on sensing the spatial force behind the turbulence. He began to guide the spatial force, trying to integrate it into his body.

At first, these forces were so violent and uncontrollable that they nearly tore through his meridians. However, Luo He steadied his mind and slowly but firmly channeled these forces into his dantian. The Wutian Sword Heart (in its embryonic form) within him gradually resonated with these spatial forces, as if merging with space itself.

As time went by, Luo He gradually felt the sword of nothingness within him become clearer and clearer. It was no longer just a blur of light and shadow, but had a concrete form. The blade was sharp and cold, as if it could even cut through the void with one sword.

Luo He continued to focus on his sword heart, channeling every ounce of spatial power into it. With each fusion, the sword heart grew more solid, as if a true divine sword was gradually being forged within his dantian. The blade's edge faintly shone with the same color as the spatial rift, a deep and mysterious aura that was truly formidable.

A week passed quietly while Luo He immersed himself in cultivation. When Luo He opened his eyes again, he felt that the Wu Tian Sword Heart in his body had changed again.

Through the Heavenly Demon Original Record, he saw a line of words appear before his eyes - [Wutian Sword Heart (Minor Accomplishment)].

Although it has not yet been fully formed, the small sword already has a clear outline, and a sharp aura is faintly revealed, indicating its future powerful force.

Luo He took a deep breath, his heart full of anticipation for the future.

It feels great to keep getting stronger.

Although the shaping of Wu Tian's sword heart has just begun, this is just a starting point. In the future, he will continue to polish the sword heart in this space gap until it truly becomes an indestructible peerless divine sword.

"call……"

After completing this training, Luo He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

Unlike the last time he opened his eyes, this time, as soon as Luo He opened his eyes, he found that Fu Xueqiong stood up and floated in front of him, staring at him straight.

As if noticing Luo He's gaze, Fu Xueqiong's blue eyes looked straight at Luo He, and there seemed to be a strange light flashing in her eyes.

"There is a need." Fu Xueqiong's low voice reached Luo He's ears.

"Ah, I have passed another stage of cultivation, and I do have a need and want to do something else." Luo He responded.

"I mean I have a need." Fu Xueqiong's calm and unpredictable voice continued.

After hearing what Fu Xueqiong said, Luo He slowly asked a question:?

Wait, Master, do you want to listen to what you are saying?

What do you mean you have a need?

"Story, I want to hear the sequel."

Luo He looked helplessly at Fu Xueqiong's calm expression, as if he couldn't avoid the request to tell a story no matter what. He sighed and said helplessly, "Okay, then I'll continue to tell you."

Fu Xueqiong nodded slightly, her eyes still focused, as if every word and every detail of Luo He's speech was extremely important to her. Luo He began to tell the story from last time, trying to keep his tone steady, not letting himself feel oppressed by Fu Xueqiong's coldness.

However, halfway through the story, Luo He felt a sense of exhaustion, especially when faced with Fu Xueqiong's still-focused gaze. He paused, exhaled, and looked at her: "Master, how can a disciple tell a story to a master? Usually, it's the master who tells the story to the disciple."

"This is my first time as a master... I don't know how to teach a disciple."

Fu Xueqiong lowered her eyelids slightly, her cold face remaining unchanged: "I want to hear your story."

Luo He was in a complicated mood.

I can see that you really want to hear the story.

I had just finished practicing, and you came right over to me and asked me to talk.

"In the stories you told, are there any plots where a master teaches his disciples? Perhaps I can learn something from them."

As if sensing Luo He's subtle mood, Fu Xueqiong slowly said, "Or maybe there's something in the story where the master does something that would satisfy the disciple."

Luo He was stunned. He didn't expect that Fu Xueqiong, who was always cold, would say such a thing.

After spending some time with her, I found that Fu Xueqiong in her normal state is actually a bit... naive?

But in the end, you still want to hear the story, right?

So direct!

Luo He reorganized his thoughts. When he mentioned this, he couldn't help but think of a very good novel he had read before.

It was carefully written by the author Jing Maizi, and contains a touching story between a teacher and a student.

Luo He coughed lightly and began to narrate——

The content is very simple. When a teacher named Tang Tang sees that her student seems to be distressed, trapped and tired, she will gently pat her thigh to signal Gu De to lie down.

Then she gently stroked Gu De's head and coaxed him to sleep.

what……

Luo He said.

He seemed to be in this position as well, lying on soft thighs and being coaxed to sleep with a lap pillow.

But my master, this big ice ball, would never do such a thing, right?

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Fu Xueqiong's clear voice.

"He He."

Looking towards Fu Xueqiong, one could see her gently patting her thigh and motioning Luo He to come over: "Come and lie down."

"He He?" Luo He blinked, feeling a little uncomfortable with Fu Xueqiong's affectionate way of addressing him.

"Didn't the teacher Tang Tang in your story call the student named Gu De Dede?" Fu Xueqiong's answer was simple.

Luo He couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Just copying, right?

You are worthy of being my innocent master.

But lying on Fu Xueqiong's thighs...

Luo He hesitated, watching Fu Xueqiong pat her thigh to signal him to come over. For a moment he wanted to go in but didn't dare to.

It always feels a bit strange to ask him to lie on the lap of this cold and heartless iceberg. Even if she touches his head, it means that all the hair will be pulled out, right?

"Come here!" Fu Xueqiong's face suddenly lost its indifference, and a hint of coldness appeared in her eyes. Her voice suddenly became low, carrying an unquestionable command.

At that moment, Luo He's body seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and he was unable to resist and froze in place. He felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, rushing straight up his spine, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

"Okay, Master."

Now it feels familiar.

Well, even after hearing the story, Fu Xueqiong was still so tough.

Chapter 92: The Gradually Closer Distance (Part 1)

Under Fu Xueqiong's strong command, Luo He could only slowly approach her. He felt a little nervous, after all, Fu Xueqiong's usual cold aura always made him a little afraid to get close to her.

However, when he carefully lay down on his side at her signal and rested his head on her thigh, he felt an unexpected softness.

No matter how cold your heart is, your thighs are soft.

"Is that so?" Fu Xueqiong asked.

"Yes..." Luo He responded in a low voice.

I even gave him a leg pillow and asked him if it was like this. Did I really copy the story he told me?

"Ah."

Fu Xueqiong still maintained her cold expression, her eyes lowered, staring at Luo He. However, the coldness seemed to soften a little with the moment of contact.

Luo He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth and softness on his thighs, and a complicated feeling crossed his mind. Fu Xueqiong's legs weren't as cold as her expression suggested, but rather warm, even trembling slightly.

"then……"

Fu Xueqiong looked up and thought for a moment, as if trying to recall the story Luo He had just told her. Her eyes suddenly became firm, and then she said to Luo He in a commanding tone, "Close your eyes."

Luo He's heart tightened. Although her tone was cold, he still closed his eyes as she said, feeling a little uneasy. This didn't feel like a reward, but rather a severe punishment.

Just when he was nervous, he felt a warm touch coming from his head.

Wow, it feels quite comfortable.

Fu Xueqiong's slender fingers gently fell on his head, her fingertips as soft as feathers, sliding slowly and stroking his hair.

Luo He secretly half opened his eyes and wanted to secretly look at Fu Xueqiong.

As soon as he opened his eyes, besides the towering mountain that blocked out the sun, he could see Fu Xueqiong's cold face.

Although Fu Xueqiong's expression was still as cold as ice, without a trace of warmth on her face, her movements were surprisingly gentle, with an unexpected patience.

Fu Xueqiong's fingers shuttled through Luo He's hair, bringing a soothing feeling.

"Close your eyes." Fu Xueqiong noticed that Luo He secretly opened his eyes and whispered.

"Yes." Then he quickly closed his eyes and no longer dared to peek.

After closing his eyes, Luo He's world fell into darkness, but his mood became extremely complicated. The touch of Fu Xueqiong's fingertips was like a breeze blowing across the water, gentle but profound, as if it had caused ripples in his heart.

This contact was so strange, something he had never experienced before, yet it felt strangely familiar, as if it was the warmth he had always subconsciously longed for but had never truly realized.

Every inch of her skin felt the gentle touch of Fu Xueqiong's fingers. That touch was not just physical contact, but more like a spiritual comfort.

"how do you feel?"

"Very good." Luo He responded.

Being touched on the head like this feels like being caressed by my mother.

Luo He felt that he was slowly being pulled out of the intense state of cultivation, as if his whole body was melting in this short and peaceful time.

The fatigue from practicing Wu Tian Jian Xin was also slowly dissipating.

He could sense Fu Xueqiong's presence; her cold aura still enveloped him, but now it felt less distant. Though her movements remained aloof and cold, Luo He somehow felt a sense of being cared for. These conflicting emotions intertwined within him, leaving him feeling both uneasy and filled with an indescribable warmth and comfort.

Big Ice Tuozi is still Big Ice Tuozi, but he also has a caring side towards his master.

In this way, Luo He gradually relaxed his tense nerves and let down his guard.

As long as Fu Xueqiong doesn't get sick, although she is cold on weekdays, it's not impossible to get along with her.

If we were not in this gap in space, but outside in the beautiful and sacred place with birds singing and flowers blooming, it would be a heavenly enjoyment.

"In that case, have you had a good rest?" Fu Xueqiong asked softly.

"I've had a good rest." Luo He felt his consciousness was a little fuzzy and mumbled in response.

Lying on Fu Xueqiong's thighs and having her stroke my head really made all the fatigue disappear.

Well rested.

"Well, then it's time for you to tell the rest of the story."

Fu Xueqiong said calmly, "What happened after the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox's spirit hidden in Sai Lei's consciousness awakened?"

Luo He was speechless.

In the end, you still want to hear stories?

"Master, isn't it time for you to tell me a story and coax me to sleep?" After getting closer to Fu Xueqiong and knowing that she would not do anything too brutal under normal circumstances, Luo He dared to complain.

"One day I went to a temple and killed a tiger demon with one sword."

Fu Xueqiong paused and added, "My sword is very fast."

At least this time Fu Xueqiong knew how to supplement and add some details.