The bonfire made of cedar wood was still glowing and emitting heat, casting everyone's profile in a gentle red.
But I guess they were all drunk, so their faces were red and their necks were thick. Although they were all monks and would not get drunk easily, that wine was definitely not ordinary wine!
The little fire dragon loved fire, and didn't even notice that its tail was in the fire, and it lay there sleeping soundly. However, except for him, everyone else took advantage of the wine to make a noise.
The one who spoke the loudest was Yue Xingzhou, who seemed to be acting strange after drinking.
He pulled Wen Yun over and gave her many warnings:
"Junior sister, be careful. Master has bad intentions towards you! He has no shame!"
Xu Wanfeng and Bai Yushan were unable to stop him and could only watch their senior brother commit suicide in front of their master.
After hearing the drunkard's nonsense, Ye Shubai's first reaction was not to reprimand him harshly, but to look at Wen Yun.
Wen Yun seemed to have drunk quite a lot this time. Although there was not much alcohol on his body, his cheeks to his earlobes were red as if blood was dripping. The hand he was holding shrank slightly.
Ye Shubai did not let go, but continued to hold her tightly to prevent her from escaping.
"It's just drunken talk." Seeing everyone's eyes looking at him, Ye Shubai explained calmly on behalf of his eldest disciple.
I see. Truth comes out when drunk. Most people present smiled in understanding.
However, there are still a small number of people who do not understand the situation.
"Haha, I know why Senior Yue said that!" Wan Baocai used his hands and feet to get up around the wine jars on the ground, his face full of excitement: "Master-disciple love! It has been popular in the cultivation world for nearly a hundred years! When Fellow Daoist Wen was still in the cultivation world, he loved to come to our Wanbao Pavilion to buy the novels and picture albums of the "Blackened Master" series. This time I came here and specially brought her the complete works of Immortal Meng over the past few decades. She was so happy!"
At this moment, Wen Yun, who had put many bad stories in her mustard seed bag, looked stiff. She could only nod vaguely: "Not bad."
More than okay! If it weren't for this impromptu banquet, she had planned to stay up all night to read the storybook! Damn Dream Immortal, it has been serialized for decades and it hasn't been finished yet!
Wanbao became excited when this matter was mentioned.
"To be honest, my grandfather asked me to come to the upper realm to investigate whether I could open the Wanbao Pavilion in the Yunhai Realm. But I observed carefully on the way here, and found that the magic weapons used by people in the upper realm are much more advanced than those in the cultivation world. I am afraid that it will not work if I want to sell ordinary magic weapons. Now I have a new idea. If I sell storybooks and picture albums in the upper realm, I think the Black Master series of Immortal Meng will be popular throughout the world!"
As he spoke, he glanced at Zhu Erchong obscurely, and it was obvious that they had reached some kind of tacit understanding without anyone knowing.
Wan Baocai talked freely: "The blackened master in the story is domineering and affectionate. Even Fellow Daoist Wen likes him. I think other cultivators are no exception. Maybe master-disciple romance will become popular in the upper realm!"
As expected of a member of the Wan family, he was able to arouse everyone’s interest with just a few words, and they began to gather around him and try to join him to make a fortune.
I don’t know how long we talked about it, but in the end, it was decided that the companies would form a partnership to open a Wanbao Pavilion branch in Yunhaijie!
"Jiang Si, remember to dance with your sword at the door to attract customers!"
"I'll leave the layout of the store to Fellow Daoist Qian!"
After quickly reaching a consensus, everyone became more excited and threw away their cups and started drinking from the jar.
The banquet finally came to an end when the moon went down, the dew became heavy, and the sky turned a little light blue.
Ye Shubai looked at the unfinished game helplessly, pushed away the three disciples who were leaning against him, stepped over the snoring Zhu Erchong, casually took out the little fire dragon's tail, then bent over and picked up Wen Yun who was sleeping soundly.
Just as he turned around and was about to leave, Ye Shubai suddenly stopped.
Meng Ran, who was leaning against a tree trunk trying to capture this scene, suddenly withdrew his hand, pushed back the many picture albums he had been secretly drawing all night, and pretended to be asleep, turning over and facing the scary man over there.
The morning breeze blows.
The huge pressure emanating from Ye Shubai finally dissipated, and Meng Ran couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Master Ye didn't find out...
But when I looked down again.
"Huh? Where are all the paintings I drew last night?"
Ye Shubai, who had dirty hands and feet, remained calm, put the painting into the mustard seed bag, and then carried Wen Yun into the small courtyard at the top.
Wen Yun's bedroom was a bit messy, with a half-painted magic scroll on the east and a stack of magic materials on the west. She had made the whole room into a typical magician's bedroom style. The room was not filled with the rich floral fragrance of an ordinary female cultivator, but with the scent of strange magic ink.
Ye Shubai carefully avoided the semi-finished products under his feet and finally put Wen Yun carefully on the bed.
Her whole body was limp, her cheeks flushed from the wine, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly with her slightly rapid breathing, as if two beautiful black-winged butterflies had landed on her, her pale pink lips turned bright red, perhaps because she had taken berries to drink with the wine, so there were still a few red fruit stains on the corners of her lips.
Ye Shubai glanced over, his breathing stagnated, and then he quickly retracted his gaze. Before leaving, he did not forget to tuck in the corners of the quilt for Wen Yun properly.
In order to prevent Wen Yun from kicking the quilt, he even used a heavy magic to press the corner of the quilt down!
Wen Yun tried to reach out and grab Ye Shubai: Damn, I can’t open this quilt!
Realizing that Ye Shubai was about to leave the room, Wen Yun had no choice but to stop pretending to sleep.
"cough."
She lazily opened her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Why do I feel a little dizzy? Did I drink too much?"
Ye Shubai really stopped, turned his head, frowned slightly and looked down at her.
Wen Yun's excuse was a bit lame. It was okay for the group of people outside, but she was a cultivator in the Ascension Stage, how could she be drunk and dizzy
The person who was talking nonsense was still trying to make up for the mistake: "The wine brewed by Senior Sister Meng Ran is not an ordinary wine. It is said that in order to make the wine taste better, she also put some hallucinogenic but non-lethal elixirs in it..."
Forget it, even if she drank the red mulberry as water, it would be unlikely for her to get dizzy.
However, Ye Shubai always gave face to Wen Yun, so he did not expose her this time. Instead, he said gently and calmly, "I'll go get you a cup of hot tea to sober you up."
Having said that, he went outside to make hot tea.
"No, just rub it."
Wen Yun moved to the side of the bed, patted the edge of the bed and greeted warmly: "Come and sit!"
Ye Shubai was silent for a moment, and finally sat down politely next to Wen Yun. Following her instructions, he placed his fingers on her forehead and rubbed it gently.
Obviously, it was an extremely intimate and ambiguous action, but the man's eyes were lowered and he didn't look around. He seemed calm and composed, but in fact, every muscle in his body was tense and stiff as if facing a great enemy.
Wen Yun didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Alcohol makes cowards brave. Although she didn't get drunk, she became bolder.
Just now she drank three jars of wine by herself!
Ye Shubai didn't mind the alcohol on her body at all, and was now massaging her diligently.
Wen Yun glanced at him quietly. From her angle, Ye Shubai's cold and lonely face was overlooked, and the most eye-catching thing was the occasional rolling Adam's apple.
He is nervous.
Last night, when the senior brother was drunk, he pulled her aside and warned her more than three hundred times. It could be summed up in one sentence: "Junior sister, run away quickly. The master is coveting you!"
When the word "covet" came out from the lips and tongue, it was lingering and ambiguous.
Of course she could sense that Ye Shubai coveted her, because even the most obtuse Charmander could see the preference between them.
Wen Yun felt a little proud, but also a little embarrassed.
She wanted to pull the quilt to cover her burning face, but she couldn't pull it up, so she had to use a little force -
“Rip!”
The power of the ascended being was indeed extraordinary. Wen Yun was dumbfounded as he held the torn quilt.
Ye Shubai naturally noticed this scene as well. His hands paused and his eyes fell on the tattered quilt with an unspeakable look.
Fortunately, he always gave Wen Yun face, and did not mention the embarrassment this time, but said calmly: "I'll get you a new quilt."
Wen Yun handed over the mustard seed capsule without hesitation, and quickly turned his back to Ye Shubai: "The things inside are too heavy, please help me find it, I'm going to sleep."
The lines that had been brewing for a long time were choked in the throat due to this sudden embarrassment and could not be uttered.
She wanted to take advantage of the fact that she was drunk and they were all making a fuss to ask Ye Shubai a question -
"Do you really covet me?"
If he didn't like her, why did Ye Shubai treat her so differently from his other disciples
He had always been a simple man, but every month when he came back from Yunhai City, his mustard seed bag would always be filled with all kinds of exquisite small things, as well as female cultivators' clothes and accessories, and even rouge, although the colors were all outrageous and looked like they were poisoned...
If he didn't like her, why would he regard her as more important than the sword
Obviously, the sword of a sword cultivator is his true love. Zhu Erchong and his friends would rather wear ragged clothes than wipe their swords with the best silk handkerchiefs. But Ye Shubai let her scribble on the sword. Even though the poor carving was laughed at by others, he still said he liked it seriously.
If he didn't like her, why did he never reject her
Ye Shubai has never had a kind temper. Even the old ancestor Su Yuan Zhenren was often turned away by him, but he never refuted her and always agreed to everything.
When a little bit of preference comes together, it becomes ten.
The quilt on his body was changed to a new one. Wen Yun held the edge of the quilt with both hands, feeling dizzy from the alcohol.
Winter is gradually approaching in the Cloud Sea Realm. After the Delonix regia tree outside the window was made into a sword, the yard became empty. This time, the senior brothers moved the white plum tree upstairs. The cool breeze blowing into the room can smell the smell of fresh soil. Yesterday, I saw only a few flower buds on the branches of the white plum tree, so the cold fragrance that broke into the nostrils was definitely not from the flower tree.
She knew that Ye Shubai was right behind her, just like countless times in the past, she could see him as long as she turned around.
If I look back, will I be scared away by her
If he finally behaved like a gentleman again and said "sorry", what should she do
After all, this man always seemed impossible to approach, always restrained and politely keeping a distance, just like the clouds in the Cloud Sea Realm, which were clearly lingering around and never dispersing, but when one really wanted to catch them, they would disappear without a trace.
This is clearly not what is written in the storybook.
The heroine in the story written by Mingming Xianren is similar to her. Both are junior sisters in the sect and have an arrogant master. However, other people's masters dare to lock their disciples in a secret room and do unspeakable things in the third chapter, but with her, after being locked in the secret room, she is either learning swordsmanship or practicing magic.
Wen Yun gritted his teeth, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.
It’s okay, even if he refuses, it doesn’t matter. With the master-servant contract in hand, he can’t run away.
If the evil master can imprison his little disciple, then the evil master can also imprison the sword spirit!
Wen Yun, who had made sufficient preparations, suddenly sat up from the bed, and his posture changed drastically.
She adjusted her facial expression, turned her head, and spoke in a very serious tone—
"Ye Shubai, I have something to say...hiss!"
The courage that Wen Yun had been building up for a while suddenly disappeared after he saw what Ye Shubai was doing.
He was standing in front of her bed at the moment, holding a book with a bright cover in his slender white fingers. He was flipping through the pages carefully with his brows lowered. He had a photographic memory and could read very quickly. He could turn to the next page in just a glance.
Before my eyes, the thin book had been almost half read.
No wonder he didn't say anything just now. Wen Yun thought he was gazing at her affectionately, but she never expected that he was reading a storybook!
What's even more terrible is that the book he was flipping through was exactly the little yellow book that Wanbao had given him yesterday. It was obvious that he had taken it out when he took the quilt out of her mustard seed bag just now!
"This... This is what Wanbao just sent me. I haven't actually read it yet. Don't misunderstand..."
Wen Yun was confused, but he forgot to stop it. He could only watch the cold and aloof man in front of him flipping through the pornographic book indifferently.
Ye Shubai's gaze finally withdrew from the book and slowly fell on Wen Yun's face.
His voice seemed a little hoarse: "So you like this."
What does it mean to like this? Xiao Huang is just a hobby. She likes so many things. Don't think of her as something so vulgar and erotic!
Besides, you don’t look like someone who would read this kind of storybook. Stop pretending to be calm now that your ears are red!
Wen Yun reached out her hand to grab the script, but Ye Shubai was unwilling to give it to her this time. Instead, he simply put it away. Not only that, he even took away all the rest! God knows she would collapse when she saw this scene. Last time, Meng Xianren just broke the chapter at the most critical moment!
She was anxious: "I just read a storybook!"
In the morning, the white mist came in through the window, and Ye Shubai's already cold eyebrows became even colder. His clear black eyes were also drooped, and his emotions could not be seen clearly because of the mist. The only thing that could be seen was the shadow cast by his long and beautiful eyelashes.
He tightened the script in his hand and suddenly spoke.
"I can learn."
"ah?"
"He is good at water-based magic. Although I am better at fire-based magic, I can learn it."
Wen Yun was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to realize that he was talking about the male protagonist in the storybook.
Ye Shubai's voice became more and more difficult: "He knows... the art of mechanical devices, I can learn it."
Could it be that the master uses various props to imprison his little disciple in this way or that
"He has a frost wolf mount. I can go and learn how to tame the beast and catch a wolf."
The wind blew open the half-closed wooden window completely, blowing away the hazy mist.
The room was clear and bright. Ye Shubai's tall and straight figure and calm expression were exactly the same as before. Those incomprehensible words came out of his mouth as seriously as if he was discussing the way of cultivation.
However, his eyelashes failed to perform well and trembled randomly, revealing the owner's hidden thoughts.
"Although I have not yet understood what blackening is." Ye Shubai held the book and said seriously: "But I can learn anything you like."
Wen Yun raised his head and looked at him, without responding for a long time.
After a long time, he finally asked stutteringly: "You...what do you mean?"
"What they said is true. I am sorry for you..." Ye Shubai sighed softly and nodded in acknowledgement very seriously.
"There is indeed evil intention."