Xiao Ruoching studied it for a while before shaking her head, indicating that she found this item somewhat incomprehensible.
In my previous life, I had never seen this thing! Coming back this time, I always felt that everything around me seemed different. It wasn't just different; it was somewhat strange. It was as if the script of my life had been tampered with by someone. After all, there was no such liquor in my last life that would make one instantly drunk.
However, at this thought, a chill ran through Xiao Ruoching's heart, and her eyes immediately deepened.
Su Bei is a very meticulous person. On the journey back to the Sword Sect with him, I vaguely noticed—his personality seemed somewhat different from his last life. But I haven't started cultivating yet. This means that no matter what, Su Bei definitely wouldn't harm me right now. He probably hasn't mastered that Secret Method of Devouring Heavens yet. To obtain my Innate Taoist Body, he will certainly keep hiding his intentions! I must take advantage of this opportunity to test him multiple times!
Feeling the warmth of the Crane Cloak wrapped around her, Xiao Ruoching's mouth curled into a cold smile.
Hmph! I am no longer the simple-minded young girl I once was. This life, I've already seen through all your actions! You don't want me to move, but I'll move on my own... I want to see how long you can hold back!
Afterward, quiet rustling sounds came from the grass cottage.
With the black underwear in hand, Xiao Ruoching hesitated for a moment before putting them on. They were tight and clung to her skin. A gentle breeze blew through the hall, and she wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she felt a slight chill on her legs.
The drifting snowflakes had stopped without notice, and the weather had cleared. The snow outside the grass cottage reflected a bright, dazzling light in the sunlight. The glaring light, piercing through the loose window frames of the cottage, shone upon Xiao Ruoching, who had now dressed. It shone on her eyes, which were like flowing autumn waters, clear and bright.
She took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped out of the room.
Su Bei was lying leisurely on the rocking chair outside the cottage, basking in the sun.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head, his voice gentle, "Disciple, you're awake... cough."
He trailed off, momentarily stunned.
Xiao Ruoching's small feet, adorned with sword-pattern embroidered high heels, moved gently. Following the heels upward, his gaze was drawn to a pair of long, shapely legs, partly visible beneath the split hem of her long Sword Sect robe. The glaring sunlight illuminated the subtle black, casting a sheen that seemed both there and not.
HISS! Those legs! So long! And so... silky! Su Bei thought, his gaze involuntarily drifting further up. HISS! Those mountains! So prominent! So full!
Looking higher still, his gaze met a pair of calm eyes looking directly at him.
Avert your eyes from impropriety!
Almost simultaneously, Su Bei felt his heartbeat skip half a beat. He admitted to himself he truly hadn't intended to look at those long legs in black stockings.
—That was really an instinctive reaction. After all, I must always maintain an air of profound mystery in front of my disciple! However, I hadn't expected that the stockings made from Ice Cicada Silk would have such an excellent effect! They're way better than anything from Balenciaga! Hmm! It seems next time I should brand my logo onto these black stockings. Call it the Su Bei Brand. And clearly, my disciple isn't suited for black anyway! Next time, I'll try white.
The air grew quiet. All that could be heard was the clattering of the windows as the wind blew against them.
Why isn't my disciple speaking? So aloof? Su Bei was somewhat puzzled, but still held back and did not turn around. He lay on the rocking chair, basking in the early winter sunshine. Somewhere between asleep and awake, conscious and unconscious, with no worldly concerns, mind emptied... filled with nothing but thoughts of silk.
Xiao Ruoching looked at Su Bei lying on the chair with a strange expression.
Gently swaying, it looks so comfortable to sit on... No, wait! What chair am I thinking about! Why was there a fleeting sense of smugness in his eyes when he looked at me just now? Hmm! First, I'll rule out the lecherous thoughts of ordinary men. After all, I know Su Bei's character too well—it's not that he's indifferent to feminine charms, but he genuinely doesn't care about such matters between men and women. Besides, how many Cultivators who have practiced for a hundred years would have their minds full of women and money? So, what exactly was that hint of smugness about? Smugness? Smugness?
Without realizing it, Xiao Ruoching became immersed in thought.
The only sound on No-Sword Peak was the CREAK, CREAK of loose window frames.
After an unknown period, Xiao Ruoching abruptly snapped out of it. Looking up, her heart somewhat flustered, she stared at the odd chair in front of her. Su Bei was still facing away from her, not saying a word.
This is bad! I was too engrossed in my thoughts. He won't be angry, will he?
Xiao Ruoching took a deep breath, stepped forward, and then gently knelt, bowing her head. "Please punish me, Master! Your disciple shouldn't have touched that little bottle of yours."
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Su Bei was nearly asleep when he heard Xiao Ruoching's voice and opened his eyes.
"Please punish me, Master?" What kind of trait is this? A masochist? he thought, still drowsy.
Su Bei coughed lightly, slowly turned around, and stood up from the rocking chair. He had been almost asleep. With a profound expression that showed no trace of emotional fluctuation, he looked down at the kneeling Xiao Ruoching and spoke in a mild tone, "It's not a big deal. What's done is done; it wasn't anything important. Just remember not to be such a curious cat in the future. Stand up. Today, I will formally pass on a Cultivation Technique to you, to help you step onto the path of immortality."
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Xiao Ruoching kept her head bowed, listening to Su Bei's gentle words. From an angle Su Bei could not see, the corner of her mouth curled into a knowing smile.
As expected, I guessed correctly! I am now extremely important to him. No matter what I do, he'll be indulgent. He definitely won't punish me. But he needs me to admit my fault proactively, so he has an excuse to let it slide. Heh! Master, I know your every move!
Slowly rising to her feet, she looked at Su Bei's familiar face, his curved eyes, and the gently upturned corners of his mouth.
"Qing Er will remember this," she said.
Su Bei nodded in satisfaction.
This disciple, who has suffered so much and harbors such deep resentment, is indeed sensible, he thought. In that case, I must carefully choose a cultivation manual for her. Generally, the back mountains or cliffs of the Great Sects often hide some unknown, extraordinary things. Perhaps there will even be some peerless Cultivation Techniques! However, such techniques are clearly not something a person like me, destined not to be the protagonist, can find. It seems I still have to go to the Sword Concealing Pavilion to find some buried fragments of secret manuals for Xiao Ruoching.
But the mere thought of the Sword Concealing Pavilion gave Su Bei a headache. An image involuntarily surfaced in his mind: a rather oblivious martial arts fanatic known as the Star Sword Immortal.
Eighth Junior Sister! Dan Wuque! I don't know what Eldest Senior Sister was thinking, letting such a woman guard the Sword Pavilion.
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