Each disciple is not simple

"Liar..." Mingjia muttered in a low voice.

Because she didn't wait for the annual jar of immortal wine, nor did she hold the unification ceremony.

In the end, there was only this jar of wine under the tree, which was buried on a whim.

The wind blew through the big trees, and the leaves rustled, as if someone was eager to explain something, but only the wind knew the answer.

"Master, I miss you..." Mingjia murmured, her voice very softly.

She squinted her eyes gently, and vaguely, she seemed to have returned to the past.

Chijian Peak is bustling with people, full of vitality.

She was lazy and didn't like practicing sword skills. She jumped up and down on the sword-holding peak, teasing cats and dogs.

The senior brothers always loved to tease her, but were always chased away by the master.

Then he turned around and patted her head with a smile.

There are also people who like to protect her silently, always silently cleaning up the mess she makes and taking the blame.

When he met her eyes, he would just turn his head away calmly, his ears secretly reddening.

Everyone called her 'Mingjia', but he was the only one who affectionately called her 'Zhuoqing'...

In the dim light, the man looked at her with a smile, but refused to come closer.

Mingjia reached out her hand and wanted to touch him.

However, what he got was a cold hilt of the sword.

She shuddered, and the smell of alcohol dissipated a little.

The Langyue Sword was held in her palm obediently and quietly, as if it could sense her slightest sadness.

The slender fingers gently tapped the blade of the Langyue Sword, making a crisp sound.

"…Don't worry, I'm fine. I just suddenly remembered some past events."

There was a calm and free manner in his words.

No one can and should live in the past.

"Isn't Chijian Peak quite lively now?"

The four drunkards in the distance were gradually going crazy and had no manners at all.

Mingjia raised a smile on his lips, "Tell me, was I also so lawless back then?"

The Langyue Sword is just a sword and cannot answer her.

Mingjia didn't need an answer, he just took advantage of the alcohol to talk.

“…Master…”

In the blink of an eye, Jun Moyao stood in front of Mingjia without knowing when.

Her body was tense and her face expressionless.

Unfortunately, her red face and straight eyes betrayed her. I'm afraid she was drunk to the point of losing her mind.

"What's wrong?" Mingjia glanced ahead. Mu Feng had already started chasing people and kissing them, and no one noticed that one person was missing.

With a thud, Jun Moyao knelt in front of Mingjia and buried his head in her arms.

"Master! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't deserve your trust and protection..."

The hot tears fell on Mingjia, which was a kind of fragility she had never seen before.

"...I shouldn't have lied to you...hidden the truth from you...if it weren't for my selfishness, your soul wouldn't have been damaged..."

"I didn't mean to hurt you... Why are you so nice to me... I'm just a disciple you casually accepted... We could have kept to ourselves... I just need to repair my spiritual roots..."

"I'm not a good person... At the beginning, I just wanted to use you... I, Jun Moyao, have never been a good person... Never..."

Mingjia's hand gently stroked Jun Moyao's head.

"I know. I knew it from the beginning."

If Jun Moyao was awake, he would probably feel a chill down his spine instantly.

Yes, Mingjia knew from the beginning that Jun Moyao’s behavior at the Heart-Searching Stage was definitely done on purpose for her to see.

So, she didn't appear immediately to stop it, but waited for a while.

Just like she said, she never bears grudges because they are avenged on the spot.

Jun Moyao had plotted against her, so she deliberately waited until she got into trouble.

One for one, no one loses out.

After all, no one wants to be calculated.

As for the secret realm, she also knew what Jun Moyao was hiding from her, but she didn't care.

It was she who made up her mind to find an opportunity for Jun Moyao to repair her spiritual roots. Everything that happened in the secret realm was done willingly by her.

Even if there was a better way at that time to protect her soul from being hurt, it would only be one more choice. How could Jun Moyao be sure that she would choose the one that would not hurt her?

Again, she understood her choice and was willing to bear the consequences of it.

Since she accepted Jun Moyao as her apprentice, she would treat her sincerely, no matter what Jun Moyao thought in her heart.

Perhaps this idea is a bit stubborn and extreme that others don't understand, but this is the tolerance and pampering she once felt.

She just treated her apprentice the way she had learned and experienced.

"My dear disciple, I am your master. In my eyes, if you think something is right, stick to it. If you think something is wrong, correct it." Mingjia's eyes were gentle, and the sincerity that had never changed from the beginning to the end, "I am your confidence."

Jun Moyao couldn't hear Mingjia's words. In her sleep, she slowly relaxed her frown and lay in Mingjia's arms with relaxation and trust, just like a wanderer who had been away for many years and finally found his way home.

As soon as the eldest disciple calmed down, the younger disciple came running over howling like a ghost, and fell down every three steps.

"Master! Master!"

Mu Feng fell and was covered in dirt, looking like a wild child.

"Hurry up and save my disciple! Danqing wants to test the medicine on me!"

Mingjia raised her eyes and smiled, "It's okay, he doesn't have time now."

Because Danqing and Mo Yan were holding hands and spinning in circles!

“Master~~” Mu Feng pouted and moved closer with his butt twisted.

As the person with the lowest cultivation level, Mu Feng was the kind of guy who was both a wimp and an addict, and was now extremely drunk.

"Master! I have something to tell you!"

Mingjia raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect that all of her disciples were so reserved. They only dared to come and talk to her when they were drunk.

"Go ahead, Master is listening."

She was a little curious about what Mu Feng could confess to her.

Mu Feng stared at Ming Jia's face, looking extremely serious, as if he was brewing some touching words.

Mingjia was not in a hurry and waited patiently.

In the distance, Mo Yan and Dan Qing have entered the stage of singing a song.

After holding it in for a long time, Mu Feng finally yelled:

“I won’t give up! I haven’t even seen the finale of ‘Detective Nan’ yet! Ahhhhh——”

Before Mu Feng could finish his roar, a stone hit him on the head with great precision!

"Noisy!"

Jun Moyao turned over in her sleep and fell into a deep sleep again.

Mu Feng, who was knocked unconscious, chose to lie down directly.

Such a dramatic scene made Mingjia burst out laughing.

Looking at the two drunken disciples, as well as Danqing and Mo Yan who had evolved into sworn brothers, Mingjia shook his head.

After sending the four people to the Disciple Pavilion, Mingjia also staggered, holding the Langyue Sword, humming a tune without words, and slowly walked away...

The next day, Jun Moyao was the first to wake up.

She pushed Mu Feng, who was lying on top of her, away mercilessly, and saw what was on the table.