The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

In order to avoid touching the master's sore spot, Chao Zhao sympathetically changed the subject: "It's okay, Master. I can do it myself."

Ji Wushe felt a little uneasy when he saw her look.

When Zhao reached out to take the Soul Tempering Hairpin, he stepped aside and said, "No need."

After saying this, Ji Wushe turned to look at Lou Fuyue, "Fuyue, come and teach me."

When Chao Zhao said that, Lou Fuyue stopped smiling.

In the past, he was the one who occasionally tied up Chao Zhao's hair, but Chao Zhao didn't care about it. She would just casually tie her hair into a high ponytail and leave it alone.

Lou Fuyue’s teaching time began quickly. As he spoke, he asked Ji Wushe to try it on Chao Zhao’s head.

......

Half a quarter of an hour later, Chao Zhao felt very uneasy.

She couldn't help but ask again, "Master, if your hands are shaking, don't force it."

She was afraid that a bun could drive her master into Parkinson's disease, so in order not to put pressure on her master, she even endured the pain of Zhao Zhao's scalp being pulled several times but did not cry out.

"Need not."

Ji Wushe's voice remained steady and calm.

"But Master, your hair is loose again."

"..."

Ji Wushe stared at the hair that he had finally tied up but was now scattered at the bottom. His gaze silently shifted to Lou Fuyue next to him.

Lou Fuyue blinked innocently: "Master, this requires more practice to become proficient."

After saying that, he was ready to run away, "I'll go see how Third Junior Brother is resting. Come on, Master."

Seeing Lou Fuyue leave, Ji Wushe had no other choice but to pick up the Soul Tempering Hairpin and speak again: "Master, come again."

He looked at Zhaomu and said nothing.

——This is the fifth time that this has happened.

After a while, Chao Zhao couldn't help but touch her back, then she widened her eyes and exclaimed: "Master, my hair has become a mess!"

"No, no."

Ji Wushe held her shoulders in a panic and prevented her from looking back.

At an angle that Chao Zhao couldn't see, he frowned tightly and stared at the hairpin in his hand as if facing a great enemy.

His hands, which had wielded swords to cut off towering mountains and split mighty rivers and seas, were now powerless in the face of a tiny, delicate hairpin.

Everything in front of him was gray, and even Chao Zhao's figure was just a block of color in his eyes. He couldn't see his specific appearance clearly.

After so long, Ji Wushe once again hated his incompetence, just like when he could only watch his former best friend die in front of him during the war.

He was so angry and grief-stricken that he blinded himself.

"Master, let Chao Zhao teach you a move."

Chao Zhao's brisk voice suddenly rang in his ears. Before Ji Wushe could fully come back to his senses, he heard her continue, "Relax and feel it with your heart. As the saying goes, a person with a heart needs no teaching. I usually do my hair with this belief."

Although her hair would always fall apart when she put it up, she ended up choosing the simplest ponytail.

Feel it with your heart.

Ji Wushe pondered over her words in a daze, but now that his sword heart was broken, how could he have any feelings?

He pursed his lips and subconsciously lifted Chao Zhao's hair with his fingertips.

——“Success!”

Chao Zhao's surprised voice suddenly woke the dreamer up. When Ji Wushe's eyes regained clarity, he looked at his hair that was completely tied up in front of him. Not a single hair was scattered outside. The emerald green color of the Que Ling hairpin reflected his long black hair, which was bright and tempting.

"I told you, Master, you can do it!"

Chao Zhao was finally freed, her tone filled with passionate excitement and she spoke very quickly, "Master, I'm going to see Third Senior Brother!"

Then she jumped out, and the Soul Tempering Hairpin jumped and swayed in Ji Wushe's eyes with her movements, like a vigorous vitality.

After a while, Ji Wushe suddenly revealed a relaxed and happy smile on his face: "Junior sister, your child... is naturally excellent."

*

When Chao Zhao went to Rong Jizhi's room, Wen Qingyan and Lou Fuyue were still inside.

When she walked in, she startled the two of them. Lou Fuyue stared at the hairstyle on Zhao Zhao's head and said with a smile on her lips: "It seems that Master succeeded."

"of course!"

Chao Zhao couldn't wait to agree. She patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm finally saved!"

After she finished speaking, she walked over in twos and threes: "How are the eldest, second and third brothers?"

Lou Fuyue tapped her forehead: "Still sleeping."

"Ok."

Zhao Zhao sat on the chair, "Is Third Senior Brother sick again?"

"No." Lou Fuyue shook her head. "The number of people at the sect exchange conference is complicated. Just in case, the master sealed the blood power in his body."

Chao Zhao opened his eyes wide in astonishment: "Master can do this..."

"Forehead."

Lou Fuyue suddenly remembered that they also had a "cultivation setting". Even if a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage got some chance, it would be impossible for him to achieve such a level.

"Master, he..." He just started to speak, but was stuck. He glanced at Wen Qingyan beside him and found that he had already silently shifted his gaze.

Helplessly, Lou Fuyue sighed, "I forgot to tell Junior Sister that Master suddenly advanced to the early stage of Spiritualization some time ago."

Although there aren't many people who have attained the state of God Transformation in the world of cultivation nowadays...it should be okay for their sect to produce one, right?

"Ah?" Chao Zhao was stunned for a moment, then gave Lou Fuyue an awkward but polite smile, "It was quite sudden."

She hurriedly added, "I think Master has some special method. Master is really amazing!"

Lou Fuyue nodded: "I think so."

He also smiled back at Zhao.

In a corner where no one cares, the villain in Chao Zhao's heart is going crazy.

The attitude of the master and senior brothers in covering up their identities is becoming more and more perfunctory, and Chao Zhao is worried about it.

After worrying about it, Chao Zhao asked again: "Given Third Senior Brother's situation, can he still go to the sect exchange meeting tomorrow?"

"If I can go, I can go."

Lou Fuyue spread out the folding fan in her hand, "It's just that your third senior brother has just established his foundation, and now his bloodline power has been sealed by the master——"

"Second Brother, no need to say more."

Chao Zhao took out the Frost Sword and said with high morale, "I'll go practice swordplay now!"

After Chao Zhao left the room, Wen Qingyan, who had been a background figure for a long time, finally spoke up: "...Is this how you motivate Junior Sister?"

Lou Fuyue smiled with interest: "Isn't Senior Brother curious about what Chao Zhao can do now?"

"Not curious."

Wen Qingyan shook his head decisively and said honestly, "I was just wondering when Junior Sister will help me achieve my goal. If not, I can only go home and ask for money."

Lou Fuyue: "......"

You've been away from home for three hundred years? Why are you talking about this now?