The sky was dim, and the ground was filled with soft white light. Mu Lin was thrown into a large patch of soft and fragrant flowers, staring at the motionless sleeves above his head with a look of despair.
He really wanted to just fall to the ground and never get up. Mu Lin slowly exhaled a breath, still not knowing what to say.
Zijian saw that his disciple was pretending to be dead, and he became even more angry. He had no intention of letting her go, and said slowly:
"Master, I have allowed you to come to the underworld, firstly to fulfill your homesickness, and secondly, to help you resolve your emotional problems and improve your cultivation..."
Mu Lin knew that his master was going to bring up the past, so he ignored the pain in his chest and quickly replied, "Master, please calm down. I know I was wrong!"
"Shut up, what you did in the underworld was ridiculous!"
"… "
Mu Lin's nose felt sore and he felt a little aggrieved.
"Once I entered the underworld, what I saw and heard could not be described in words like 'the sea has changed'. Things have changed, people have changed, everything is over, dangers are everywhere, life and death are at stake. Who would have thought that I would be caught by the underworld prince Jian, and forced to marry him by coercion and bribery. I wanted to get him drunk tonight to get him to tell me something, but I almost got myself involved..."
Mu Lin closed his eyes in despair and said, "Thanks to Master's timely arrival, I didn't lose my virginity. It's just that you saw me in such a ridiculous and embarrassing state that I lost all my dignity. I am so ashamed that I really don't want to live anymore!"
Knowing that Mu Lin was only coerced, Orikawa softened his tone a bit:
"What are you doing? I just said a few words to you and you're already trying to kill yourself. How can you become a great person without some work on your fragile character?"
Mu Lin got angry and didn't care whether he was right or not. He snorted coldly, "What great achievement have you made? Your disciple was pressed on the bed and almost lost his virginity. He was also beaten indiscriminately by the master. It felt like my internal organs were crushed. I am just lying on the ground for the rest of my life!"
Orikawa was so angry at her that his face turned cold again. He risked his life to stop her. Did he think it was all his fault? The traitor who would be brilliant if given a little sunshine was really... ignorant of his own life.
"I'll count to three. If you don't get up, then don't get up, and don't go back to Yingzhou."
"one… "
Mu Lin was stunned.
"two… "
"Master, please don't do that. I was wrong..."
"… three… "
Before he could finish his words, Orikawa felt a tight pendant on his leg.
It was soft, with its tail hanging down behind it, and its little face pitifully pressed against his robe, "Master, I know I was wrong, and I feel wronged... I want to get up, but I have serious internal injuries, so I really can't get up..."
Zhechuan looked down at her expressionlessly for three seconds. No matter how thick-skinned Mu Lin was, she couldn't bear it anymore. She slowly loosened her claws with a gloomy look, intending to accept the punishment.
At this time, a tall shadow came over, and strong arms went around her back and knees, gently picking her up. Mu Lin fell into the embrace of the cool fragrance of pine snow and rubbed it subconsciously.
Orikawa paused, "Don't rub your dirty face against my clothes."
"Oh..." Mu Lin snorted in grievance.
"One more word you say, and you'll reflect on it one more day."
"… "
Orikawa carried Mu Lin into the palace, and a light blue ice coffin appeared out of thin air, with a beautiful figure sealed inside. The beauty was sleeping, as bright as a peach leaf.
It was Mu Lin's immortal body that was sealed in the Beimo battlefield. Zhechuan followed the breath of Xuanyou Hanbing to find it and brought it into the underworld together.
Mu Lin looked at "himself" lying quietly in the coffin with surprise, tugged at the master's clothes, and said coquettishly: "Master, you are so kind!"
At this time, she remembered his kindness. He was not reasonable at all when he accused her just now. Orikawa was too lazy to say more to this heartless little toady. He bent down and gently sent her spirit into the immortal body.
Mu Lin was attracted by the extremely gentle and tolerant power, and returned to her body without resistance. Zhechuan's cool fingertips touched her forehead, and input the gentle water spirit power, bit by bit, to smooth out the disordered spiritual power in her body.
The spirit and body merged, and Mu Lin's consciousness fell into a comfortable trance. At this time, dark purple lines climbed up under her left eye, and they continued to deepen and dense at a speed visible to the naked eye. Of course, Orikawa saw all of this, and looked solemnly at the half of her fair cheek covered with deep and strange fine lines.
He knew vaguely what it was, and there was nothing he could do.
I can only take her to find that person...
After a long time, Zhechuan withdrew his immortal power, stood up and walked to the window, looking outside through the old and rotten window sill, wondering what the situation was over there.
After a night, Mu Lin sat up with his head propped up.
"Master?"
She called out to the figure sitting nearby reading a book.
"You slept for four hours."
"oh."
Mu Lin rubbed his eyes. He hadn't had such a peaceful sleep for a long time. He felt a lot more relaxed. He felt very relieved because of the familiar aura around him.
"Master, where is this?"
"Youlan Palace."
Mu Lin suddenly woke up and was silent for a long time before saying:
"You and the eldest princess Xihui of the underworld...are you lovers?"
Orikawa slammed the book down on the table with such force that Mu Lin trembled three times. Then he said:
"nonsense."
The tone was very cold, revealing a bit of resistance that he didn't want to mention.
Mu Lin's throat tightened. "Isn't it? There is also a portrait of the Grand Princess in your study."
Orikawa frowned, "You sneaked into my study, flipped through my calligraphy and paintings, and you still have the right to question me?"
Mu Lin was speechless for a moment, his arrogance slightly subsided, and he looked at him stubbornly without saying a word.
Orikawa sighed softly:
"Don't talk nonsense. She should be considered your mistress."
"What?!"
A huge stone fell from Mu Lin's heart, replaced by endless confusion and doubt.
What did the master say
She must have heard it right, isn’t it the Master’s wife
Shi Nai...wait, you mean... Master's mother
Wait a minute... Master's mother is my aunt? In other words, Master is my cousin
Mu Lin was chopped until he was burnt inside and tender outside.
"You heard it right. Princess Xihui is my biological mother."
Orikawa replied firmly once more, his tone as calm as the surface of a silver mirror lake.
Mu Lin: “…”
If you don't listen to what he says, you'll suspect he's telling you what to eat for lunch, or what kind of tea to brew...
Isn't your attitude too frank
Aren’t Master’s feelings completely uncomplicated
His mother is the eldest princess of the underworld!
Oh, by the way, Master doesn’t know her identity yet…
Mu Lin suddenly had the urge to tell it frankly. In fact, even if she didn't say it, she believed that her master would be able to guess it soon.
"Thank you for telling me, Master. Actually, I have also concealed my true identity from you. Please don't be angry when I tell you this. Actually, Princess Xihui is my biological aunt..."
Orikawa's expression finally cracked.
It turns out that... the niece follows her aunt
Although the two have completely different personalities, it is hard not to have some doubts as I watch my disciple's face become more and more like my mother's every day.
It was one thing to just guess, and another to hear her admit it in person. Her apprentice became her cousin overnight, and even someone as indifferent as Orikawa felt a little complicated.
He looked normal, looking at her as if he had never met her before, and uttered two words elegantly:
"cousin?"
"... Cousin, no, Master." Mu Lin responded with a broken heart.
Compared to mistaking mother and son for lovers, of course, the shock of her master becoming her cousin was greater! The elders she had been with every day became her relatives and peers, and she suddenly felt at a loss.
At this time, my cousin, no, my master’s calmness is very necessary:
"It doesn't matter. You and I can still call each other master and disciple."
"Yes, disciple understands."
Mu Lin breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little regretful.
Many years later, Mu Lin finally realized that she had lost the opportunity to turn her teacher into a brother!
"Master, I have one more thing to ask and I must ask your opinion on it." Mu Lin said firmly.
"But it's okay."
"Is it because I look like my aunt that you accepted me as your disciple and taught me with great care?"
Mu Lin couldn't deny that this thought was the source of her torment.
Orikawa finally realized why she had been estranged from him all these years. He felt angry and helpless, and said expressionlessly:
"You forgot that I didn't want to accept you as my disciple at first. It was a stubborn, stubborn little girl who stopped me and argued with me. I don't know if my mother looked like you when she was young, and was as sharp-tongued as you..."
“Master!”
Mu Lin interrupted him angrily, and thinking of the embarrassing things that happened in the past, he felt terrible.
"As for later, appearance is determined by the heart. I don't think you have much in common with your mother. My mother is a rare gentle and quiet person, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I was not biased in your education, and taught you everything. Didn't you become what you are now?"
"... Master, please stop talking. I am not as good as you, and I feel ashamed of your teachings."
She was wrong, she shouldn't have asked this, it was so discouraging.
Although he was frustrated, Mu Lin felt truly relieved.
The master treated her and Xihui as two completely different people and did not place any extra emotions on her. She was not a substitute for anyone.
She is who she is, a unique firework.
"That's not necessary. You still have your merits."
Mu Lin's lips curled up, and his eyes were as bright as stars.
"What are the advantages of my disciple?"
Orikawa was silent for a moment.
"This teacher needs to think about it carefully..."
"… "
What kind of fake master-disciple relationship is this? Mu Lin's glass heart felt cold.
A faint smile flashed across Orikawa's eyes, and then faded away.
"What are your plans regarding the matter with Hades?"
Mu Lin said casually:
"Actually, he is your distant cousin."
Mu Lin felt that the atmosphere around his master had turned cold again. He looked at her disapprovingly:
"Then you should know that it is clan etiquette not to marry someone with the same surname."
Mu Lin replied weakly:
"Prince Ming and I are already five generations apart, so our blood relationship is very thin."
"Mu Lin, I just want to ask you one question, do you really want to marry him?"