Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

Such a great man, thank goodness I managed to win him over!

"Shall we buy some fruit on the way back?"

"Buy some longan, and later have Liuyun Pavilion stew a chicken soup with lots of tonics."

"Mr. Yuchen, you've overdone it!"

"It's alright, the chef will take it into consideration. It won't harm your health. Eating some supplements normally is fine."

"Eh…"

Fu Xuan sighed softly and decided to ignore him.

Let him do whatever he wants...

...

'Kiss, hug, lift me up high…'

Jingyuan's eyes kept glancing at his master, who stood coldly in front of him.

He was considering the feasibility of Yu Chen's suggestion...

Jing Liu's gaze fell on his face through the black satin, and the faint red light made Jing Yuanyuan tremble slightly.

He felt that if he actually did that, he might be stabbed...

But... what else can we do?

Compared to that Sword Saint, Jing Yuanyuan wasn't much better; both were mages with hundreds of years of experience...

The only intimate contact I've ever had with a woman...

Bai Lu... But is it really feasible to treat one's master the same way one would treat a younger sister or daughter?

He didn't know, but he had no other choice...

Jingyuan took a deep breath, gripped Jingliu's slender hand, and then pulled her up stiffly with a slight effort, slowly embracing her.

A familiar scent wafted over, and Jing Yuan gently inhaled her delicate fragrance, feeling a sudden dizziness.

If he could go back a few hundred years, he probably wouldn't have dared to imagine such a scene.

"Master..."

Jing Liu remained silent, letting him hold her tightly, her head gently resting on his shoulder, feeling what people usually call…

Love?

The withered, cold heart quietly felt the warmth surging in from the outside.

Her thin lips suddenly moved, her clear and cold voice still carrying a chill, but the emotions contained within seemed to have changed slightly.

"It seems you don't care at all what I said..."

Jing Yuan was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Ahem... Um... Kagami Ryu, welcome back."

"That sounds rather idealistic, and suggests indecisiveness."

Jingyuan closed his eyes, pretending not to hear, and hugged her tightly, taking a deep breath.

So, she's still lucky... she came back safe and sound...

His expression became somewhat dazed. How many times had he imagined this scene in his mind?

I can't remember anymore...

Countless nights, countless dreams, countless times I've returned to that battle…

Countless times... the blows tore at his heart...

However, the person in his arms now was so real that he was somewhat lost in thought.

"Master...I miss you..."

Jingliu hugged his spoiled little disciple tightly, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"Well, be good~"

Bai Lu stood quietly at the door, peering through the crack at the two people embracing inside, her eyes suddenly trembling.

She slowly raised her small hand to stroke her face, then lowered her head and suddenly noticed the dampness on her hand, and something warm was constantly flowing down her cheek. Her vision gradually blurred...

"Huh...that's strange...why am I crying? It was just...just a hug...the general would hug me too..."

She murmured softly, alone, as if talking to no one...

Chapter 207 Defeated Dragon?

Jingyuan felt his master's warm body, while Jingliu, leaning on his shoulder, noticed the figure hiding outside the door.

A faint smile suddenly appeared on her lips. She closed her eyes and hugged her beloved disciple tightly, nuzzling him affectionately.

Jingyuan's emotions gradually calmed down, and he hugged Jingliu's body quite tightly...

I've imagined holding her like this countless times... I wish I could do that one day...

"Master... so what exactly is the method you mentioned for getting rid of the demonic possession? Can't you tell me yet?"

"Jingyuan, even after all this, are you still going to call me Master? Could it be... that this identity excites you?"

Jingliu looked at him with a subtle smile on his face.

Jing Yuan's face stiffened, and he sighed, "Habits are always hard to change..."

However, the thought of himself embracing his master, the one with the "Flying Light Without Rift," so intimately stirred up strange emotions within him.

In theory, what could be more devastating than the unforgettable memory of a cherished love?

"If you really enjoy this kind of thing, I'm not opposed to it."

Jingliu gently wrapped her arm around his neck and placed it on his shoulder, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at him, and an ambiguous atmosphere suddenly arose.

Jing Yuan wrapped his arm around his aloof master's waist, feeling her body temperature and the softness of her waist. His heart trembled slightly, and his gaze involuntarily drifted away.

"Don't make me sound like some kind of pervert..."

"Aren't you one of them? Always with a little dragon girl by your side, kissing, hugging, and lifting her up high..."

Jingliu's voice was clear and soft.

“Bai Lu is…” Jing Yuan opened his mouth, but suddenly didn’t know how to describe his feelings for her.

The master before me was the figure who had walked ahead of me since I was young, and that longing, that hidden affection, grew deeper with age…

However, due to their respective statuses, he simply followed silently behind her, being taught and guided by her as he slowly grew up...

But even when he was finally strong enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with her, he still only secretly watched the dashing figure beside him out of the corner of his eye…

Her friends had long seen through her unspoken feelings, so how could she be so oblivious as to not notice?

Even though Jingliu knew that his little apprentice harbored ill intentions towards him, his attitude towards him remained unchanged...

There was no estrangement, nor any further closeness; she never revealed a trace of her true feelings for this apprentice she had raised single-handedly…

Jing Yuanyuan pursed her lips, looked at her smiling master in front of her, and sighed softly.

Perhaps the truth is already quite clear?

Jingliu's place in his heart is beyond doubt, but...

For centuries after her departure, the huge void in her heart was quietly filled by another person.

"It's not what you think..."

Jing Yuan was ultimately unable to sort out his chaotic thoughts.

He gave a wry smile, suddenly finding himself somewhat ridiculous as the shrewd and resourceful General of the Immortal Boat…

He effortlessly managed all affairs, large and small, within Luofu, keeping the immortal ships under his rule in perfect order. He strategized and won battles from afar, establishing the Luofu Cloud Cavalry's formidable reputation within the Immortal Ship Alliance...

But she felt helpless about her own family matters, unsure how to cope, and even confused about her own feelings...

"How about... Master, you help me?"

Jing Yuanyuan seemed to have lost her mind, and looked at Jing Liu as she uttered a defiant statement.

Jingliu's expression froze for a moment. She chuckled softly, looking at her distressed little disciple, and slowly moved closer, whispering in his ear, "If you want my help, you'll have to pay a price..."

"...Even if you just tease her less, or make her feel less uncomfortable, I'll let you do whatever you want with Jingyuan..."

"Jingyuan, the general's word is his bond, you can't go back on it!"

"I have never lied to you, Master, have I?"

"Then... try... kissing me."

Jing Yuan's body stiffened instantly, and he stood there stunned, his heart almost stopping.

His throat moved, he swallowed slightly, the blood in his body surged wildly, and his eyes trembled violently as he stared at the peerless beauty so close to him.

"Master... what did you just say?"

His mind went blank for a moment. Although... although the strange changes in the mirror flow these days had already hinted at something, this incredibly straightforward request still left him somewhat... at a loss.