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Once they went into a secret realm for training and rescued a little girl from the mouth of a mysterious beast. Because he was used to raising cubs, the girl was small and timid, which made him think of Xiao Fangchi unconsciously, so he deliberately took care of her a little.

As a result, the senior brother and sister kept shouting after returning to the mountain gate, saying that he also intended to accept a female disciple.

Xiao Fangchi naturally knew about it and was angry with him for a long time. No matter how he coaxed her, it didn't work.

Finally, Xiao Fangchi threw herself into his arms, crying so hard that she was out of breath and almost fainted, sobbing:

"I will be good. I will always be good. Can you accept me as your disciple? I will be obedient. I can do anything you ask me to do."

He was afraid of being thrown away. To be precise, he was afraid that Song Huaiqing would not want him.

Although he knew that Song Huaiqing brought him back to Bulao Pavilion with the intention of accepting a disciple, Song Huaiqing had never mentioned accepting a disciple since he entered the mountain gate.

Is it because he has no spiritual roots, is it because he is too fierce, is it because he is not good, so Song Huaiqing does not want to accept him as his disciple...

Thinking of this, Xiao Fangchi felt severe pain in his heart, as if a knife was stirring in the pit of his heart.

Xiao Fangchi kept crying, with tears all over his face.

Song Huaiqing was so distressed that she wiped his tears with her sleeves and robe, wiping them gently while coaxing him clumsily.

"You are already very good. I will only accept you as my disciple. Please stop crying. Please stop crying, okay?"

"Don't cry, don't cry, you'll tear your eyes out later."

After coaxing him for a long time, Xiao Fangchi finally stopped crying. When he was tired from crying, he lay on his lap and fell asleep.

That year, he was twenty years old and Xiao Fangchi was ten years old.

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Monks live longer than ordinary people. Generally speaking, the higher the cultivation level, the longer they live.

Master Shangxu was only over two hundred years old when he died. With his cultivation, he could live to be four to five hundred years old.

Song Huaiqing felt that something was fishy and asked the elders. They said that the master had suffered a serious injury in his early years and the old injury recurred and caused death.

The elders all said the same thing, but he always felt that something was wrong.

The death of Master Shangxu had been foreshadowed for a long time.

During those days, Master would always call the three of them, not to supervise their practice, but to sit together drinking tea, admiring flowers, and chatting.

Many times he saw his senior sister's eyes turning red and secretly wiping away tears.

After wiping it off, he turned around as if nothing happened, grinning, making Master Shangxu smile from ear to ear.

Although Master Shangxu rang the bell in advance and gave them time to accept.

When he saw the body that no longer had any warmth, Song Huaiqing still fell down.

The death of Master Shangxu gave him a big blow.

Song Huaiqing was in a coma for two months.

In his heart, he blamed himself, blaming himself for being so useless that even his master couldn't save him, so he didn't want to wake up.

During the coma, he was not completely unconscious.

He could sense that his brothers, sisters, and elders were worried about him.

Xiao Fangchi kept crying, begging him to wake up quickly.

But he just didn't want to wake up.

A world without Master is not warm at all.

But two months later, he woke up on his own initiative.

Because a certain brat scolded him for being irresponsible, saying that he had to pick someone up and throw it away again, and that he was a bastard.

The scolding was quite unpleasant, and I was crying and scolding at the same time.

After scolding, Xiao Fangchi said that he was going to commit suicide, saying that it would be better to die early than to be left behind.

The little boy brought his sword and wiped his neck in front of his bed.

At the critical moment, he woke up.

Song Huaiqing held the sword, not caring that his palm was bleeding. He was just glad that he was awake, otherwise a certain kid would really want to die.

He knocked Xiao Fangchi on the head expressionlessly: "What are you doing?"

With a "clang" sound, the sword fell to the ground.

Xiao Fangchi's eyes were extremely red, filled with mist, and tears were falling down like broken beads. He was trembling all over, biting his lips, staring at him for a moment, crying silently. .

Looking at such a person, Song Huaiqing could no longer maintain his expression. He sighed softly, took the person into his arms, and stroked Xiao Fangchi's back again and again.

"Stop crying, okay? I shouldn't be cruel to you."

Xiao Fangchi burst out crying.

"You, you can't... leave me, don't, don't leave me!"

"Okay, I won't leave you, I promise."

During that time, Xiao Fangchi would stick to him wherever he went, fearing that he would do something, so he would carefully guard him and make him happy.

When Xiao Fangchi was sixteen years old, his height suddenly shot up and he was as tall as him.

It can be regarded as a cub that he personally raised. From a small and skinny one to being as tall as himself, Song Huaiqing was very uncomfortable with it.

If he had other thoughts about Xiao Fangchi, he himself didn't know.

It was one day that he stared at the sleeping young man's cheek, and for some reason, he suddenly came up and kissed him like a ghost.

From then on, those things that had been buried deep in my heart for a long time took root and sprouted crazily.

The more he suppresses it, the more intolerable it becomes.

There were countless thoughts in his heart that were driving him crazily, wanting to get closer, and then get closer.

Realizing his own thoughts, Song Huaiqing began to alienate Xiao Fangchi intentionally or unintentionally.

He is his master, and there are some things he cannot do.

Xiao Fangchi was assigned a lot of training tasks, and from time to time he was asked to go to various secret realms to practice.

Anyway, try your best to prevent yourself from seeing Xiao Fangchi.

Xiao Fangchi asked once.

He said, "You are now older and cannot stick to me like you used to. In everything, cultivation is the most important thing."

I don't know if Xiao Fangchi believed it or not, but the way he hesitated to speak clearly meant he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and left in silence.

He thought that was it for them.

until--

He accidentally caught Xiao Fangchi committing suicide.

The young man was leaning on the couch, with a blush on his face. His inner clothes were slightly open, the water on his chest had not yet dried, and the tips of his hair were still dripping, sticking wetly to his cheeks and chest. He bent his legs and moved his hands up and down, holding one of his girdle.

What the young man murmured in a low voice... was clearly the word "Master".

It turns out that Xiao Fangchi...

His face turned completely red, and Song Huaiqing left as if running away.

The next day, Song Huaiqing announced that he would go into seclusion to practice.

This closure lasted almost two years.

The day he came out of seclusion was Xiao Fangchi's eighteenth birthday.

Song Xiaoye and the others held a birthday party for Xiao Fangchi.

Song Huaiqing had actually left seclusion long ago, used an invisibility spell, and watched lovingly from the side.

It wasn't until everyone was almost gone that he pretended to be late with his birthday gift, gave it to Xiao Fangchi like an elder, said happy birthday and left.

At night, the young man was drunk, broke into his bedroom, and pressed him on the bed.

He pretended to be angry, and the young man pretended to let him do whatever he wanted, and immediately held him captive and kissed him thoroughly.

While breathing, the young man confided in his heart: "Master, my disciple likes you, the kind of love that makes you happy. Master, please don't treat your disciple like a child, okay?"

At that moment, Song Huaiqing knew——

He couldn't control his heart at all.

After a long silence, Song Huaiqing hugged Xiao Fangchi back.

"I like you too."