Quick Travel: The beginning is Shura Field

Chapter 1560: A blind girl from a poor sect turns her life around with her acting skills (2)

"Help!"

Dai Ke was splashing around in the pond, and at the same time he kept Leng Wujue in mind.

Leng Wujue was the leader of Baiguimen. She didn't believe that the distance was only a few dozen meters. Leng Wujue had no time to save her and had to watch her fall into the pond.

Leng Wujue was indeed capable of saving him, but he still leaned lazily against the tiles, fanning himself and watching Dai Ke struggling in the pond.

Until Dai Ke sank towards the pond, Leng Wujue's eyes flashed and he flew towards the pond.

He stepped on the water, reached down, and pulled Dai Ke up while hugging him in his arms. His feet touched the ground steadily, and Dai Ke pretended to be in shock, holding Leng Wujue's collar tightly.

"Why are you seeking death in broad daylight?"

The cold and teasing tone brushed past Dai Ke's ears with a grainy feeling, causing him to shiver.

Dai Ke ignored his words and clung to Leng Wu Jue's arms in fear: "Ling Feng, is that you? I thought I was going to drown just now, I was so scared!"

Feeling the trembling of the person in his arms, Leng Wujue lowered his eyes. A drop of water hung on his smooth forehead, flowed along the delicate bridge of the nose, across the tender lips and into the collar.

Her face was pale, and her peach blossom eyes should have been full of affection, but they were like muddy white mud, like a layer of gauze covering them.

Listening to Dai Ke's words, Leng Wujue raised his thick eyebrows, and his grainy and hoarse voice suddenly disguised itself as Ji Lingfeng's clear and melodious voice.

"Don't be afraid, my wife. Your husband is here!" Hearing the sudden change in the voice, Dai Ke hid her surprise and hugged his waist tightly: "My husband, I'm so cold."

It wasn’t because the water was cold, nor was it because of the wind, but because Leng Wujue’s body temperature was as cold as a corpse.

"My wife has caught a cold, you should take a bath in hot water, how about I help you?"

Dai Ke blushed and said shyly, "Isn't this bad?"

Dai Ke's body floated into the air and was easily picked up by Leng Wujue: "We are husband and wife, what's wrong with that?"

Even though he couldn't see, Dai Ke could still feel Leng Wujue's undisguised gaze, like a X-ray machine, from beginning to end.

She was placed on a stool, and then she heard the sound of water being poured.

Leng Wujue turned back and said in an ambiguous tone: "Madam, the water is hot. Let me help you undress."

Leng Wu Jue grabbed the belt around Dai Ke's waist and was about to pull it apart when his ears detected movement. "Madam, wait for your husband for a moment."

Leng Wu Jue turned around, with a piece of fake skin stuck on his face.

Ji Lingfeng, dressed in white, stood in the yard hesitating. He had just come from He Yao and was struggling over whether to use the beauty trap to get Dai Ke to hand over the secret book.

But he really didn't like Dai Ke, and he felt particularly annoyed at the thought of getting close to her.

While he was hesitating, Leng Wujue had already changed into a servant's outfit.

"I've met the sect leader."

The sudden voice startled Ji Lingfeng, and he frowned and looked at the servant in front of him.

Although he was dressed simply and looked plain, one could always sense a casual and noble air about him.

"Who are you and why are you in Chuntangyuan?"

"Master, I am the new cleaning attendant." Ji Lingfeng had not been to Chuntang Courtyard since he got married, so he naturally didn't know that all the maids and servants in this courtyard were sent away by the original owner because they looked down on her blindness and talked about her in private.

For several months, the original owner, a blind man, had to be self-reliant. If the elders had not come to visit him occasionally, he would have starved to death here long ago.

Ji Lingfeng just asked casually and didn't care who the other person was.

He was about to walk towards Dai Ke's room when he suddenly stopped and said, "Say something else."

Leng Wujue pretended to be confused: "What's wrong with the Sect Master?"

Listening to a voice that was extremely similar to his own, Ji Lingfeng suddenly found a good way to get the secret book without having to approach Dai Ke in person.

Ji Lingfeng took out a hundred-liang silver note from his sleeve and said, "Here is a hundred liang. As long as you please my wife in the name of this sect leader, serve her well, and get the whereabouts of the Wuji Sword Technique from her, you can get another thousand liang."

For an ordinary family, one thousand taels may be a sum that they cannot earn in their entire lifetime.

But for Leng Wujue, one thousand taels could not even buy him a piece of clothing.

Hiding the disdain in his eyes, Leng Wujue couldn't believe it: "The Sect Master wants me to take your place with the Madam..."

Leng Wu Jue immediately rejected the idea: "This won't work. It will affect Madam's reputation. Besides, it's unethical for the Sect Master to let a man from outside get close to Madam."

Leng Wujue didn’t like Dai Ke at all. Besides, she was a blind person who never left Chuntangyuan. Who would care about her reputation?

"You shouldn't worry about other things. You just need to find out the whereabouts of the Wuji Sword Technique. Or do you not want to take the silver?"

"Of course I do."

Ji Lingfeng threw the banknote to Leng Wujue and said, "If this sect master knows that you embezzled the secret manual, don't blame this sect master for being ruthless."

Ji Lingfeng walked very quickly, as if he would be contaminated with bad luck if he stayed for one more second.

Leng Wujue's gaze fell on the silver note that fell to the ground. The next moment, the silver note spontaneously combusted, and the burnt ashes dissipated in the wind.

When I returned to the room, Dai Ke was no longer at the table.

Instead, there was the sound of water coming from behind the screen.

Leng Wujue walked over without covering his steps. Dai Ke was sitting in the bathtub. The hot steam made her face look unreal.

Originally Leng Wu Jue was just bored and wanted to take advantage of Dai Ke's misunderstanding to play a prank.

Wait until the two of them are intimate, then reveal your identity and enjoy Dai Ke's panicked and ashamed expression after he recognizes the wrong person.

But after hearing Ji Lingfeng's words, he rarely showed any sympathy towards others.

Thinking about the fact that the leader of the Wanjian Sect was a loyal and kind person during his lifetime, he was a rare person in the righteous sect who did not talk about good and evil.

However, he did not expect that after his death, his daughter would be treated as a tool, to the point where her reputation and dignity were no longer cared about.

Sickly White's fingers pierced through the hot air and landed on Dai Ke's face, so cold that she shivered.

Dai Ke looked ahead in confusion: "Husband?"

Leng Wujue gently pinched Dai Ke's slightly unrecognizable face and asked, "Do you need your husband's help?"

Dai Ke fumbled and turned around, grabbing the edge of the bathtub, exposing his back to Leng Wujue.

Leng Wujue ran his fingers across her back, and then moved his fingers downward, almost controlling her waist with one hand.

Dai Ke shuddered, and Leng Wujue's voice seemed to be right beside his ear: "Madam's cashews are really a great way to seduce people."

Dai Ke couldn't see Leng Wujue's face, so she could only judge by his tone. A pair of playful and teasing eyes appeared in her mind. "Husband, I've been soaking for too long."

"My husband will get you some clothes."

Leng Wujue opened the wardrobe and found that the clothes inside were plain and old.

Not long after the leader of the Wanjian Sect passed away, the leader's daughter lived in poverty.

Obviously, she is the real master of Wanjian Sect, but now she seems to be living under someone else's roof.

Dai Ke was pulled out of the water, and while he was being wiped with a towel, Leng Wujue's hands were moving around dishonestly.

When Dai Ke was dressed and sitting on the bed, he leaned on Leng Wujue's waist, panting.