After completing level 1, Tiandao wants to hire me as CEO?

The back of his hand carefully touched the woman's newly made Tianxiang gauze pajamas, smoothing out every wrinkle.

The Tianxiang gauze made of Tianxin Yue silkworm silk dipped in grass and trees shows a gradual jade color under different lights, with a faint streamer in color.

When the fabrics rub against each other, there will be a slight crackling sound.

Her skin is porcelain white and translucent, and her temperament is divine and unattainable.

It seems like a blasphemy just to look at it.

Her beauty is unique and unconventional.

While tying the belt for her, the woman suddenly asked:

"Xingzhou, who is the girl you are talking to today?"

Before he could answer, her cold words became more and more hurtful.

"You like her? Tell me, right?"

Master, you really have no heart!

Lou Xingzhou suppressed the sourness in his eyes, and his drooping eyelashes and long scattered hair covered his expression of loneliness and heartbreak.

He fastened his azure belt meticulously, and his low magnetic voice was calm, without any ripples audible.

"Her name is Chu Xiran, a disciple of the second elder of Tianhua Peak. She helped me once when I went to the Tianhua Peak Library to borrow formation books.

I happened to meet her at Piaomiao Peak today and asked me if I knew Xiao Yunyi's situation. She said that she was Xiao Yunyi's classmate.

I don't like her, Master. "

The woman lifted his chin, slightly pursed her lips and raised them, her silver eyes reflecting him being teased.

"Then who do you like, my good disciple?"

The woman flexed her fingers and tapped on his chest, making a loud banging sound.

"What's going on here? Is it ambition, jealousy, or madness?"

The slender white jade hands pinched his jaw hard, causing his bones to ache.

"Look, Zhouzhou, do you love Master?"

"That cute little lotus in Yuxue grew up, became ambitious, and started doing bad things behind Master's back."

"Did you find any clues? Who is Ayun? Is he your senior brother who was expelled from the school, or is he the third senior brother from your uncle's family?"

"Xingzhou, the person I love is you, why don't you believe what I say! Why don't you believe it!!!"

The taste of blood was in his mouth, and the woman's other hand was twisting on his chest. The bright red marks looked like flowers that had been kissed.

Lou Xingzhou stared into the woman's eyes without blinking. When she had teased her enough, he slowly opened his lips and said in a slightly unstable voice:

"The person I love is you, Master, and it has always been you. Times have changed, the sky has fallen and the earth has been shaken, but my feelings for you will never change."

"Zhouzhou, you have to keep being good, do you understand?"

He was sweating under the moonlight, and the petals flying all over the flower field were the entangled charm and romance.

Do you want to keep being good?

How to be good?

Imitate the smiles and frowns of others?

Let her call other people's names with her eyes red when she is in love?

Let her come and go as soon as she calls him?

He has done all this, what else do you want, Master?

The passion faded away, and the woman sat cross-legged on him, her long hair exuding a cool silver glow in the moonlight, her expression calm and calm, like a sage.

Except for the disheveled snowy hair and the slightly messy pajamas that revealed a hint of scenery, there was no trace of lingering love.

Her skin was as white as jade, unable to leave any marks, and she was not allowed to kiss her body. He was the only one left in a mess.

Many times, Lou Xingzhou would wonder whether she was promiscuous or dedicated. Was her intimacy with him motivated by desire, or was it just a joke?

He has been alone in Guyun Mountain for thousands of years. He can distinguish every difference in the wind and every change in the snow, and outline the cycle of the four seasons in his mind.

Although he didn't know what "Four Seasons" was at the beginning.

When he gets along with his master, he can realize that his heart is as still as water under the surface, his emotions are fake, his deep love is fake, and how much of it is fake?

What is true?

The more he digs into it, the more he feels that this person is full of puzzles, and his attraction is stronger than his good looks, making him fall into the quagmire of love and unable to extricate himself.

"Xingzhou, tell me, what do you like about being a teacher?"

Plain white hands shook a bunch of flowers on him, and the cold fragrance penetrated into his nose.

Lou Xingzhou took the petals away from his lips, thought deeply and replied:

"I don't know."

On weekdays, he can think of thousands of answers, but at critical moments, he can't come up with a single word. It seems that everything suits his heart and he has a soft spot for everything.

It's her temperament, her person, her words and deeds, and even her soul.

The woman shook her head, as if she was laughing at his superficiality and his stupidity.

Green-white fingers fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist. The woman looked at him with a smile, "Does it look good?"

"nice."

He replied without thinking.

"now what?"

A trace of spiritual power leaked out of her green-white fingers. I don't know what she had done. Lou Xingzhou felt his heart tighten and a sweet taste well up in his throat.

He frowned, swallowed the blood, and still said:

"nice."

The red sun jumped out of the clouds, and its golden glow slowly spread across the earth.

The fog on the mountain began to dissipate, and crystal dewdrops condensed on the branches and leaves of the flowers.

The flower fields in the early morning are particularly beautiful, fresh and gorgeous.

The woman stretched out her hand towards him, with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Xingzhou, get up. The dew in the morning is heavy. Don't catch a cold."

Lou Xingzhou put his hand up and stood up before she exerted any force.

The subsequent pulling force just pulled him into his arms, and her slender white hands wrapped around his waist.

"Let's go, go back."

In front of his master, he had no initiative at all.

*

Lou Xingzhou has a very good relationship with his fellow disciples. Because of his seniority, he has become the junior brother, junior uncle and even master of many people.

In the current Wentian Sect, apart from the Supreme Elders who live in Lihentian, the highest ranking people are Nie Mingde, the master of Ziyun Peak, and Feng Shuyu, the great elder of Tianhua Peak.

The others are either of the same generation as Jiang Weimian or of a lower generation than him.

Therefore, the peak masters and deputy peak masters of major peaks, Lou Xingzhou, are either called senior uncle or senior brother.

After the apprenticeship ceremony, Xie Qingyun specially took him around and received a lot of gifts, which was considered a friendship.

Today, he planned to go to Xiaoyao Peak's Library to look up the elixir code and study the heart-protecting elixir that he had not figured out before.

If the master hinders her, he will stay with her. If she does not intend to tease him, he will finish his work.

His love for his master is one thing, but his cultivation is another.

No matter men or women, they must always have their own careers, so as not to lose themselves because of worries about gains and losses in love.

Today, Master did not stop him, but just reminded him:

"My teacher loves you, do you know that?"

"Xingzhou understands, I will pay attention to propriety."

A light kiss before going out made Lou Xingzhou's gloomy eyebrows brighten.

"Master, wait for me to come back."

He kept leaning forward and asked softly:

"What do you want to eat for lunch?"

He was willing to wash his hands and make soup for her.

Xie Qingyun touched the man's handsome side face and said with a smile:

"No, just take care of yourself. If you want to study the elixir, study it carefully. Running around is not good."

Since returning to Wentian Sect, she has almost stopped letting Lou Xingzhou cook, because she feels that it would be too wasteful for such a beautiful person to cook!

For men who know how to cook, two items are enough.

Ling Xiao: Uncle Master, what about me?