I Am the Righteous Master

She sat up from the bed, but saw the good disciple leaning on the back of the chair, closing her eyes and dozing off.

Jiang Yun opened his eyes when he heard Master's movement.

"Yun'er, why are you still not sleeping?" An Qingtan hugged the quilt to her chest.

"Master, go to sleep first, I'll just meditate." Jiang Yun said with a smile.

"Eh?" An Qingtan's beautiful eyes widened, "How about that?! You... come up quickly!"

Jiang Yun: "?"

Master, are we going too fast?

Chapter 14 What about my big apprentice?

"I mean, it's cold at night now, you fall asleep like this, it's easy to catch the wind chill..."

An Qingtan thought to herself that she managed to prepare herself mentally, how could you not come if you didn't say it.

"Master, I'm a monk, from the Four Pole Realm." Jiang Yun said helplessly.

The cultivator has a strong physique, and with the physique of a cultivator in the Four Pole Realm, what can make him catch the cold is probably the low temperature of Jiuyou Huangquan.

What's more, Jiang Yun also has mana protection.

An Qingtan thought to herself that of course I know you are a monk of the Four Pole Realm, this stupid apprentice couldn't even hear the excuse he was looking for.

But she couldn't point to Jiang Yun and said to come up to the old lady quickly, she was a dignified devil, and it would be too dignified to say such vulgar words.

So An Qingtan hugged the quilt and didn't speak, feeling a little sullen.

Rebellious, disobedient, fool...

Then An Qingtan felt something was wrong——

Eh, shouldn't I not want him to come up?

"Okay Master."

Seeing the gloomy expression on Master's face, Jiang Yun got up and came to her.

He reached out and pressed lightly on An Qingtan's shoulder, and pressed the master back to the quilt:

"Master, go to sleep first. Today, you have been rushing for a day. You are now Huafan, and you can't stay up all night."

Jiang Yun smiled warmly, straightened the hair by Li An Qingtan's ear, and inadvertently touched her cheek:

"I've been a teacher for three years, and the master treats me a lot on weekdays, so it's up to me to take care of him."

"This bed doesn't have much space, so there's no reason to compete with Master for territory."

"Master, go to sleep. I'll watch here. I'll just meditate and rest later... Be good, be obedient."

Jiang Yun's voice was gentle, and An Qingtan responded with a dull voice, pulling the quilt to cover the lower half of his face, and stopped talking.

She turned over, turned her face to the wall, turned her back to Jiang Yun, her cheeks were hot, what was she thinking, and still "be good, be obedient", she was really a rebel, a rebel, a rebel...

Not far away, Jiang Yun was sitting on a chair, supporting his jaw with his hand, looking at An Qingtan's back, thinking to himself how he didn't realize that Master is such a lovely woman.

After a stick of incense.

Seeing that An Qingtan's back was still, Jiang Yun knew that Master had fallen asleep, so he cast a mute spell and placed it between the two of them.

He gently opened the window and looked at the brightly lit tall building in the distance, its shadow reflected in his black eyes.

In this cold night, it spreads out its warm embrace, attracting wanderers who return home.

"Since the master has been coaxed to sleep by me, then it is time for me to reach that place-"

Jiang Yun looked at the direction of the brothel in the capital, his eyes glowed, he stepped on the windowsill and jumped down.

He also closed the window.

It's half a cup of tea.

An Qingtan was lying on the side of the bed, still not asleep.

Jiang Yun's face appeared in her mind, and she knew that he must be meditating in the house now.

But this mortal inn is neither a quiet room nor a futon, so how can it be a good place to enter the meditation?

Let him go to sleep.

This bed is enough for two people, the space is definitely not small...

If you think the space is not enough, you can't let him stick to yourself...

An Qingtan put his hand on his chest and could feel his heartbeat.

She took a deep breath and kept her back facing:

"Yun'er, you... you should come up."

After waiting for a while, no one responded to her, An Qingtan took a few deep breaths and said:

"I know you're thinking about the difference between men and women, but people who practice cultivation like me... don't have to follow the rules like the world."

"After all, I'm your master. It's not rude to be close...isn't it rude."

"Just... it's okay, you should come up, Master doesn't mind."

After saying these few sentences, An Qingtan felt a little bit of a loss of Master's face, and added:

"Well... Of course, I'm still your master. Although I've transformed into a mortal now, you are not allowed to be rude to me..."

An Qingtan "educates" Jiang Yun in a ramble, and after waiting for a while, he still hasn't heard the disciple's response.

"Yun'er won't fall asleep, right?"

She felt something was wrong.

An Qingtan got up and opened the bed curtain—

The room was empty, and there was no one in it.

What about people? !

An Qingtan's beautiful eyes widened.

What about my big apprentice? !

An Qingtan's face, who was aware of the situation, quickly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye——

It turns out that I mustered up the courage to say so much, and I was fighting with the air...

She is very thin-skinned, and when she thinks back about what she just did, she just feels shameless—

How can a woman in this world take the initiative to invite a man to her bed?

Not to mention that there is a relationship between that person and her, and there is a master-disciple relationship...

"You're so self-motivated, self-motivated, self-motivated..."

An Qingtan covered her cheeks with her small hands, feeling her face hot, so hot, so hot.

After a while, An Qingtan, who was relieved a little, put her hand down.

She wants to know one thing—

Where did the traitor go? !

An Qingtan angrily opened the window, she clearly remembered to fasten it before going to bed.

The rebel must have jumped out of the window.

After all, how about meditating and watching Master fall asleep? !

"Wow~ it's so cold."

The cold wind poured into the house, An Qingtan shivered, and looked around to find Jiang Yun's whereabouts.

But it's pitch black near the inn, so how can there be any shadows?

"Rebel, lied to master again..."

An Qingtan stood by the window blowing the cold wind, her cheeks bulging like little buns, thinking that she must question him when the deceiver returns.

In the end, it was so cold that I couldn't stand it anymore, so I went to bed with my head covered and went to sleep angrily.

………………

Drunken House.

Jiang Yun dressed in brocade robes, with a sachet and jade pendant hanging from his waist, and holding a folding fan, he came to the gate of this so-called largest brothel in the capital.

Then he realized something.

The brothel is closed at night.

There is a curfew in Liuyun State. Except for some special festivals, pedestrians are prohibited from going out at night.

Only Yu Kuai from the Floating Cloud Country Investigation Division can move freely and carry out patrol missions.

Therefore, the guests of the brothel all went out in the evening and entered the Zuifeng Building before the curfew.

Then, as soon as the door of Zuifeng Building was closed, he went high for a night.

Jiang Yun gave a thumbs up:

"walk slowly."

But he wasn't too disappointed, he didn't come here for whoring.

Some people may ask, if you come to a brothel not to prostitute, is it possible that you are here to recite poetry and praise?

This is true, the brothel does have the function of drinking and writing poetry.

Unlike Goulan Washe, which is probably aimed at different consumer groups, the brothel appears to be more "high-end".

Goulan, Washe, etc., there are various entertainment activities, there are storytellers, cross talk, jugglers, girls are also coaxing, a few beautiful words and money can be embraced in the arms.

As for the brothel, it is necessary not only to have face, but also to have insides. The things that the grass people play outside are not good.

Throwing the pot against each other, composing poems with the title, everything is indispensable, you have to be able to play.