Jiang Fu's brows tightened, then relaxed, his face returned to his usual indifference, and the moment he cared about Tieniu just now was like a gentle wind that almost felt nothing, fleeting.
He lowered his eyes, and his tone seemed to be a little gentler, no different from the disciples from the outer sect of Fengyue Peak.
"So why did you break in? If you speak well, I might consider letting you go."
Tieniu looked up at him blankly, and the inferiority and cowardice in his heart were instantly overwhelmed by unknown turbulent emotions, which made him unable to tell any lies.
"I... I just want to see Daoist Qingchen, I heard that he also became a Daoist from an outer disciple..."
Having said that, Jiang Fu already understood what he meant next, and he glanced at Tieniu in surprise, with some appreciation mixed in his light tone.
"Besides Qingchen, you are the second person I've ever seen an outer disciple with such a mind."
He has always had a preference for disciples who are willing to work hard. Just now he thought that Tieniu sneaked into the inner sect to do something bad, but if it was just to gain experience from Master Qingchen, it would be understandable.
In fact, surprises are more likely to grow in the mud. In addition to the natural spiritual root, personal character is also an extremely important part of cultivation. If the iron cow is properly cultivated, it may become a real person in the cultivation world.
Jiang Fu didn't notice Tieniu's slightly ugly face when he heard the "second person", his tone became more gentle, and he said with a smile.
"Since you are a first-time offender and have a good heart, I won't criticize you. Qingchen practiced with me when he was young. If you want to ask anything, you can just ask me."
Tieniu looked at him in astonishment, and suddenly felt a bit of gloomy displeasure.
"Following you... to practice?"
Jiang Fuen let out a sound, as if recalling the appearance of Daoist Qingchen at that time, the smile on his lips deepened a bit.
Only then did Tieniu discover that there were actually two dimples on his cheeks, and he smiled very nicely.
"Qingchen was also detected to have no talent for spiritual roots at that time, and was assigned to the outer sect. I happened to see him practicing hard, so I mentioned him a few words. Later, he asked me to guide him. I see his character Perseverance, although the spiritual root is weak, but it is not unsaved, I helped him a little. In fact, he can become a real person because of his own efforts, and you are the same. An insignificant person can become an earth-shattering big shot."
Jiang Fu's earnest teachings resounded in the empty main hall. He was wearing a frost-colored inner robe and a dark blue outer robe with delicate gold lines tattooed on the corners. He was elegant and handsome, like an astonishing exile.
The main seat is wide, with his elbows resting on the ivory armrest, his knuckles resting on his chin, and the slid down wide sleeves revealing a delicate white wrist with distinct lines.
A small piece of graceful neck and white greasy collarbone was exposed from the folded front of the clothes, and the looming collarbone socket showed a graceful arc, which made people's hearts tremble, wishing to see more warmth from his clothes .
He was very good-looking, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were dissipated by the pervasive indifference, and his glass-colored pupils seemed to be filled with wet moisture. When he was smiling, they seemed to be full when touched, and flowed out. Sweet nectar.
And the lips with a thin pink, and the sweet dimples on the cheeks outline a picture that is enough to make people lose their souls, like an intoxicating demon deeply trapped in it, like a lingering nightmare.
Tieniu couldn't hear any sound, and just stared at every inch of Jiang Fu's skin, every expression, madly filled with an uncontrollable sense of absurd guilt.
He wanted to tear this lofty master into pieces, he wanted to see the frightened look on that indifferent face, he wanted to caress the red corners of his eyes, and then bite his lips hard.
"... Li Tieniu, did you hear that?"
Jiang Fu looked at Tie Niu who was in a trance, and stopped to remind him.
Tieniu stared at him for a long time before nodding his head. Those dark eyes were like deep pools where a ray of light could not penetrate, which made people uncomfortable to be stared at.
"I heard it, Master Cheng Shui."
"Then practice according to what I said. After a while, I will ask my disciples to go to Fengyue Peak to get you some mind books. You can leave after you take them."
Jiang Fu thought for a while and added.
"From now on, you will wait at the back mountain of the Tiangan Sect on the first day of each month, and I will guide you for an hour."
Tie Niu's eyes lit up, and his gaze was astonishingly hot.
"Thank you Master Cheng Shui."
Jiang Fu waved his hand absently and said.
"Go down, don't stay in the inner gate."
Tieniu backed out in response, and after waiting outside the door for a while, a disciple of Tiangan gave him the mental method that Jiang Fu ordered to fetch.
After thanking Tie Niu, he walked towards the outer door. When he reached a place where there were fewer people, he suddenly turned around and quietly returned to the main hall by another road, and then hid in the rockery next to him for the night.
Jiang Fu would go back to his Fengyue Peak on weekdays, but when the head was away, he would be the backbone in the main hall, responsible for protecting the safety of the Tiangan faction. This time, because he would continue to accompany the Ruoxi Sect on the second day, Jiang Fu rested directly in the main hall.
Tieniu had heard about this from the same door. Once he left the inner door, it would be difficult for him to come in again, so he couldn't help but ran back, wanting to take another sneak look at Jiang Fu before returning to the outer door.
Just a glance is all it takes.
The dew was heavy late at night, and his clothes were soaked, sticking to his body and making him uncomfortable. He curled up in a daze and slept until midnight, when he woke up from the cold.
There were Heavenly Stem disciples who were patrolling the night around every half an hour. He held his breath and waited for them to pass by before hesitating to find a warmer place to wait. Otherwise, with his weak foundation, he would not be able to resist the Heavenly Stem Sect. peculiar coldness.
During the day, he had checked the topography of the inner door thoroughly, knowing that there was a place not far away that was seldom noticed, and he could see the main hall, so he slipped past without making a sound.
This place is close to the alchemy place, so it is naturally warmer than other places. After Tie Niu carefully hid his figure, he stared at the main hall intently.
There is a backyard in the main hall, with a round table pavilion, a small green forest, and a back door.
After a while, Tieniu's drowsiness surged again, he yawned, and stretched his eyelids to look at the main hall reluctantly, but when he saw
The people outside the back door were stunned.
Standing outside the back door was the Daoist Qingchen who was supposed to be resting. He knocked lightly on the door, and a few seconds later, Jiang Fu in a robe came out of the room. With a wave of his hand, the back door opened silently. opened.
Daoist Qingchen came in, closed the back door with his backhand, and walked towards Jiang Fu.
Tieniu's heart was beating wildly from the shock of the secret that he accidentally spied. He covered his mouth with all his strength, not daring to make a sound, and stared straight at the two people in the backyard.
In the middle of the night, they were having a... private meeting
Tie Niu's chest suddenly hurt, and he almost fell down, wishing he could run over to stop the two angrily, but his remaining rationality suppressed his thoughts.
He can't alarm others, if someone finds out, Jiang Fu will be the ugliest one.
Overwhelming anger wrapped in chaotic jealousy occupied his pitch-black eyes, and a faint red appeared in the deepest part, like fresh blood.
With his back facing him, Jiang Fu's long hair was like ink, and his thin figure was shrouded in a halo by the faint moonlight, making him fragile and beautiful.
He stood there without moving, and when Master Qingchen walked towards him, he seemed to say a word.
After listening, Master Qingchen lost his gentleness in front of others, and said a few words fiercely, as if he was asking him something.
And Jiang Fu just stood motionless, shaking his head all the time.
Seemingly unwilling to continue talking with Daoist Qingchen, Jiang Fu turned around and left after saying something, Tieniu finally saw his expression.
Jingmei's face was colder than the moonlight, and her brows were slightly frowned.
However, the movement of his leaving stimulated Master Qingchen, and Tie Niu clearly saw the change of Master Qingchen's face, which was almost paranoid in an instant, and then he grabbed Jiang Fu's arm.
Behind them is a jade-white round table. Jiang Fu was caught off guard and pulled back. He didn't react in astonishment until his back hit the cold round table. Something was clasped by the wrist.
From Tieniu's point of view, we can only see that their postures are extremely intimate, Jiang Fu is struggling very hard, Master Qingchen hurriedly lowered his head to kiss him, but only touched the side of Jiang Fu's neck.
Just a few seconds later, Daoist Qingchen suddenly flew backwards and hit the pillars of the main hall. He fell to the ground and coughed, glaring blood oozing from the gap between the fingers covering his mouth.
Jiang Fu's face was as frosty, and he had a silver long sword in his hand. It was one of the most famous weapons in the cultivation world, and it was also a personal weapon given to Jiang Fu by the master after he established his foundation. On the wrist, when needed, it is urged by him to return to its original appearance.
Jiang Fu's hair was a little disheveled, his pale greasy face blushed with embarrassment, and his eyes were extremely cold.
The outer robe that was originally worn was pulled to the ground by Daoist Qingchen, and the thin inner garment outlined a slender waist, as if grasping it tightly.
He pointed his long sword at Master Qingchen, said a few words coldly, and walked into the room, without even taking the scattered robes, he slammed the door hard.
Master Qingchen coughed in embarrassment, with a strange expression of crying and laughing on his face. After a while, he took out a bottle of elixir from his clothes. After taking a few pills, his complexion returned to normal, and he cast a cleansing spell again. The torn clothes also became brand new and clean.
He stood up and looked at the closed door, and after saying a few words reluctantly, he went to the round table and picked up Jiang Fu's discarded robe. He carefully folded it like a baby, then sniffed it, and stuffed it into at the chest.
Until Daoist Qingchen left completely, Tieniu was still in a daze and didn't react.
It was as if a ferocious beast had crashed into his head, howling and pounding desperately, making him feel sore and sore, the fire spreading from his chest made him at a loss, and he couldn't even sort out his thoughts.
He clenched his neckline tightly, panting heavily in pain, and after a long while, the pain that seemed to tear him apart gradually faded away.
He wiped the sweat off his face, took a deep look at the quiet backyard of the main hall, and walked quietly towards the outer door.
Never looked back.