Chapter 6 — Moon Hidden Clouds

He is an understanding child, with a somewhat timid and introverted personality. Looking at it makes me feel sorry. I had just used my divine sense to scan the storage world and was thinking about how to prepare for the meeting, when senior brother made the first move.

"I am senior brother Tu Ngoc, currently the master of Tieu Tuong Phong. My specialty is painting talismans. In the future, if there is anything you do not understand about talismans, you can come find me." He turned his hand and three high-grade talismans appeared in his palm, all of which were valuable and hard to find. "These three talismans are considered to protect one's life."

I understood the meaning, immediately followed the pattern, after introducing myself, gave the child a self-training magic weapon: A multi-colored floating sheet as light as feathers, capable of both defense and attack, grade 6. In the realm of Kim Dan and below, anyone who dares to challenge... will be beaten like a dog. It's Nie Quan's turn. He didn't mince words, just threw out a storage box full of spirit stones: "Whatever you like, go buy it yourself." “Thank you, Third Senior Brother.” Thuy Mieu Mieu happily received it, her eyes sparkling like stars, not feeling careless at all. … Such a good baby, I can't help but rub it. The previous disappointment because the master accepted more female disciples suddenly disappeared completely. The baby was so soft and fragrant, how could he blame his master for breaking his promise and dump the anger on him? He... is also a pitiful child, just like the little junior brother from before. Nie Quan: “Sneeze——” After discussing with the sect master and the elders the matters related to the Divine Transformation Ceremony, I held the hand of little junior sister Thuy Mieu Mieu and followed Master Khinh Lam Tuyet back to Tuyet Lac Phong. Before leaving, Niep Quan secretly tugged on my sleeve, his lips moved slightly, his eyes filled with unsaid words, then he swallowed it all back, wanting to open his mouth but... stopped. I looked at him, using my eyes to encourage him to speak. Unexpectedly, he slightly curled his lips, then waved his hand and flew away with his sword, his demeanor was cold, as if he was... angry. Very good. Well done, Nie Quan! Okay, next time don't try to tell me again. Just choke in your stomach, choking to death is even better.

“Nguyet Nhi?” A stream of cold aura gently touched your mind, interrupting your wandering thoughts. “Nguyet Nhi, what are you thinking?” I trembled a bit, only then did I realize that I was lost again in front of my master.

I immediately calmed down, raised the prepared tea tray with both hands, respectfully offered the tea cup in front of him, smiling slightly: "Master, please have some tea." Seeing him slightly nod to accept it, I silently breathed a sigh of relief. My heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally fell peacefully. His finger lightly scratched his cheek, pretending that nothing happened, wanting to get away and escape.

"Master..." I carefully opened my mouth, my tone was both cautious and tentative: "The disciple is thinking... after the Great Deity Ceremony, I wonder if I should leave the sect and go to other continents to travel, practice, and sharpen my mind." This idea... I have indeed thought about it for a long time. Even though at my current level of cultivation, no one dares to mention the great and immoral past, but staying in the sect... still feels a bit uncomfortable in the end. Especially now... facing my master at such a close distance, it can't help but make me feel flustered. If it weren't for little sister Mieu Mieu, who was concentrating on munching on the breakfast cake next to her, I'm afraid the atmosphere right now... would have been different. I'm so embarrassed.

"Just in time... senior brother was also planning to go out to look for a breakthrough in Divine Transformation." “The disciple wants to go with senior brother, so we can take care of each other.”

The moment those words fell, Khinh Lam Tuyet, who was holding a cup of tea to her lips, suddenly stopped. Drops of tea rippled in the cup, the light from outside the door reflected a dark streak in the bottom of his eyes. It was a brief moment of pause, although very slight... but easily recognizable in a split second. I just bowed my head, staring intently at the tips of my fingers gently stroking the cup, pretending to see nothing. Huh, things are different now! Do you want me to care about your feelings like before? There is no door! Khinh Lam Tuyet waved his hand, summoned a wooden puppet controlled by spiritual consciousness, and ordered it to lead Thuy Mieu Mieu away. I also quickly stood up, using an excuse to escape: "Master, I still have things to take care of, so please excuse me..." "Sit down." That voice was low and deep, neither heavy nor light, but difficult to resist the command. My body almost instinctively sat back down immediately. By the time I realized... it was already too late. ... Damn, this habit... even after five hundred years, I still can't get rid of it. “Nguyet Nhi.” The voice was low, carrying a bit of indifference and forbearance, plus an indistinguishable trace of sadness: "In your heart... are you still blaming your teacher?" I looked up at him. The smile was as pale as a cloud dissolving in the wind, but a sad and quiet look appeared in his eyes. Like the early autumn night wind, both cold and lingering with a bit of morning dew, making people unconsciously feel a sadness that is hard to name. But I... without hesitation, shook my head. “Disciple… there is no resentment.” Well, since I mentioned this, I will definitely say it clearly once. Before he could speak, I stood up, walked straight in front of him, and knelt down to pay my respects to the master. "A disciple who was young and inexperienced, mixed up and ignorant of things, got involved with the master, causing him to fall into an awkward situation." “Five hundred years in the Cold Cave, I have thought everything through.” A gentle flow of spiritual energy from his palm slowly lifted me up, but I slightly leaned away, still kneeling motionless, not standing up. Raising her head, her eyes calmly faced him, no longer avoiding him. “Forcibly picked melons are crispy and crunchy, but they will never be sweet.” "If you want to find a spiritual partner, in addition to being compatible, you also have to have two hearts that are oriented toward each other." "In the past, in the eyes of the disciples, there was only one person, so it was difficult to avoid being stubborn." "Fortunately, the disciple has realized his mistake. Master, please rest assured." My eyes were like water, my voice was peaceful, every word I said had the meaning of giving up: "If the master wants, the disciple can make a demon oath, from now on it will be completely changed, absolutely... will never..." Before the demon oath could be completed, a deep, hoarse shout mixed with pressure suddenly broke the air. "Enough!" “Zhang ——” The tea cup shattered in the palm of his hand, hot tea splashed out, soaking half of his snow-white clothes. My gaze unconsciously lowered, stopping at my slightly trembling fingers that I hadn't had time to retract. As if sensing attention, Khinh Lam Tuyet leaned slightly, stood up, and at the same time hid her clenched fist behind her long sleeve, hiding in the darkness, not revealing a single flaw. “The Oath of the Demon Heart… is so important, how can you make it haphazardly?!” The tone was cold, like a thousand miles of ice, but in the majesty there was also an anger that was difficult to distinguish. That anger... was even more intense than that year, when he sat on the high throne, personally punishing me for my great disobedience - when the teacher blasphemed. At this moment, a truth slowly coalesces in my heart. Khinh Lam Tuyet... He really likes me. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lost control like that. It's just... this kind of feeling, must be hidden deep in the bottom of the heart, cannot be uttered, much less exposed in the light of day. 10 I can understand the difficulties in his heart. But at the same time... faced with this half-hearted love, we cannot help but feel... disappointed. Maybe... it's because the age gap is too big. I think, even if there are thousands of obstacles ahead, I will still choose to boldly step forward. Even if my head is broken and bleeding, as long as it's for someone I like, I won't regret it. But the master is different. In his eyes, there are too many things to consider - sect rules, title, heavenly path, reputation... He cannot perfect both, so, after being torn between reason and emotion, he chooses to... let go of that part of his delusion. That's good too. From now on, we just need to be a master, a disciple, respectful, polite, respectful of the teacher, much simpler than holding on tightly to the person we love and tormenting our whole life. The mood changes, the heart suddenly becomes a lot lighter, both awkwardness and confusion disappear like bubbles. I carefully knelt down, slightly moving my knees closer to him. Even though that peerless face captivated my heart, I still deliberately ignored him, just gently pulling the hem of his pure white shirt: "Disciple knows it's wrong... master, don't harm your body because of that." In my head... I secretly imagined adding a long silver beard that extended past his chest.