Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

The snow is vast and the jade peaks are clear and majestic. The north wind disturbs the white goose feathers and suddenly frost covers the head of the people.

In this kind of weather, even a monk can have his bones frozen to a crisp.

The windshield created by spiritual power played its full role at this moment.

The protective barrier of Jiyue Mountain failed to block the natural products, allowing them to settle down here with their families.

The snow is heavy, which means the coming year will be good weather and abundant harvests. For farmers in the mortal world, this is an auspicious sign with good meaning. Everyone will work harder in sowing and farming in the new year.

The young man from the Disciple Courtyard, after a long tug-of-war between coma and wakefulness, finally broke through the miasma set by the former with his firm will and successfully opened his heavy eyelids.

His thoughts did not progress synchronously with his awakening. His head was still a little dull and his consciousness was still a little murky.

He slowly sat up with his hands on his head. The surrounding environment made him feel very unfamiliar.

The furniture, tables, chairs, decorations, the brocade quilt covering him and the moon-white mattress beneath him were not as old and shabby as one could imagine.

He remembered the last scene of himself falling off the cliff. Now he should be at the bottom of the cliff instead of in the room.

This means that he was found by a kind-hearted person, who not only saved his life but also took him back to his residence.

On the half-table beside the bed, there was a bowl of steaming dumplings. The fragrance of the food filled his nose, and even his long-dormant appetite began to surge. He swallowed his uncontrollable saliva forcefully.

He was not sure what attitude the owner of this bowl of dumplings had towards him, but in any case, he could not do something as shameful as stealing the dumplings without other people's consent.

The owner of the dumplings, whom he temporarily called, was now quickly rushing to the top of the Yunmiao Peak. Layers of snow-covered and frozen stone steps spiraled upward along the curve of the mountain until they reached the highest point on the top and disappeared from his sight.

The young man used a barrier to prop up a space that was not touched by external objects, and he galloped alone in the vast sea of ​​snow.

Each disciple of the main peak held a branch-shaped broom in his hand, and was busy clearing the snow to clear the way. This job could have been perfectly solved by just turning the little finger, but Xu Luoge suddenly had an idea and ordered the disciples to sweep the snow manually, under the pretext of exercising the disciples' physical fitness.

The charming scenery inside the room was blocked by curtains. On the wide bunk bed, two handsome men were sleeping. Mo Qianyu, who was the active party throughout the whole process, did not actually fall asleep.

On the contrary, not only was he not tired, he even felt a little unsatisfied.

The hand on Bai Luoli's belly was stroking it up and down with gentle force. He didn't know where it was hurt during the fight. Because of this action, he restrained his excessive desire and dealt with it perfunctorily afterwards.

Rather than being suddenly interrupted, he was more concerned about his master's current physical condition.

The man's back was pressed against the young man's chest, and his delicate brows were always furrowed in discomfort. The young man had no choice but to use his gentle spiritual power and ironing techniques to relieve his master's pain.

Bai Luoli felt that the massage was really comfortable and she couldn't help but hum a few times to show that she really enjoyed it, like a lazy ragdoll cat enjoying the dedicated service of her cat slave.

The young man slightly raised his upper body to check, "Master, is your stomach feeling better?"

"It's a little better than before." The man responded with some effort.

Outside the door, Jiang Yuning knocked several times until his hands were almost red, but still no one opened the door and no one showed up.

As a last resort, he thought of using the sound-transmitting jade to convey his demands.

The moment the spiritual power was connected, the waist belt lying on the lotus-patterned floor tiles began to glow, and the faint light appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Mo Qianyu noticed this light, but he did not tell Bai Luoli because the person in his arms was already asleep.

The voice transmission jade cannot read people's expressions. If the call is not connected for a long time, it will use the vibration mode to encourage the person being transmitted to pay attention and pick up the phone to answer it.

Mo Qianyu naturally understood this. He stood up and put on the dark green robe with silver fish pattern hanging on the clothes rack, then lowered his head and picked up the voice-transmitting jade pendant that belonged to Bai Luoli.

He pressed his thumb on the middle surface of the jade pendant, and red spiritual power gushed out from his fingertips, cutting off the mutual transmission channel for him with a "snap".

Having failed to see it with his own eyes and unable to get help from his master, Jiang Yuning's expression changed from expectation to disappointment, from warmth to chill, and Mo Qianyu's instigation was indispensable.

The feet that had been standing still finally took small steps, moving a little bit at a time, and then turning a little bit at a time. He faced the only peach tree in the yard and wiped away the tears that were surging in his eyes.

Bai Luoli never thought that Mo Qianyu would deal with the problem in this way. Not only did he turn a blind eye, he also blocked the news about the Voice Jade.

Fortunately, I woke up early, otherwise how could I have known the little tricks played by my eldest disciple.

With a slight wave of his palm, the white voice-transmitting jade returned to its original owner, with Mo Qianyu's warm fire spiritual power remaining on its cold texture.

"Master, it's not what you see. I just don't want other noises to disturb your rest."

"I don't mean to blame you, I'm just afraid that there are urgent and important matters that need to be discussed. It can't happen again next time."

Bai Luoli pretended to be angry and reprimanded her eldest disciple who seemed kind but was actually a black-hearted person.

Jiang Yuning returned to the disciple's room, and the door that had been closed was opened without knowing when...

He didn't have time to stand there and study it further, so he took a step and ran over. The moment he stepped over the threshold, he could see the scene inside the door clearly.

Jiang Yuning was dumbfounded, "Second... Second Senior Brother?"

The eyes that had just recovered from the shock turned again, and when they landed on the person who was half leaning and half sitting on the bed, he stuttered out of fear, "You, you, you... why did you wake up!"

The sound became completely amplified after turning a few corners, almost deafening Chu Yunze's ears.

The sound-transmitting jade on the waistband happened to light up, and it was only after Chu Yunze reminded him three times that he was not ignored.

The moment the voice transmission jade was connected, Jiang Yuning was stunned. It was none other than the person she had been waiting to see outside the palace gate but had not yet met.

"Master...Master." The word "Master" came out of the young man's mouth, and even Chu Yunze beside him became a little panicked.

What's going on? Will the Master come to the Disciple Hall in person to question me? No! It can't be called a crime. I haven't committed any crime at all.

Jiang Yuning thought the same as Chu Yunze at first, but when Bai Luoli heard that he rescued a stranger and brought him back to Yunmiao Peak for treatment, a little girl he had rescued on the way back to the mountain in the past emerged in his mind. He was afraid that the same thing would happen again, so he decided to go to the Disciple Court in person to rule out this possibility.

Jiang Yuning and Chu Yunze looked at each other, and silently prayed in their hearts that the Master would never be angry, never blame them, never punish them, never... They couldn't think of anything for the time being.

Jin Fuyu looked at the two men, trembling with fear and nervous as if they were facing a great enemy, and couldn't help but wonder if their master was even more terrifying than Liu Tan?

He changed his thought and guessed that perhaps their master was as ugly as a demon, ferocious and evil, even uglier than Liu Han, which was why the two disciples in front of him were so timid.

Liu Tan: Thank you. I am offended. There is no need to emphasize my ugliness.