Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

The wine jar started to feel heavy.

Jing Liu didn't linger long before quickly returning to Qi Zhimu and placing the wine jar on the table.

The tea room was quiet and the aroma of wine filled the air.

She respectfully poured a full cup for her master; the wine rippled as it entered the cup.

"Master."

Seeing Qi Zhimu pick up his wine glass, Jing Liu finally couldn't suppress the turmoil in his heart and spoke seemingly unintentionally.

"My disciple, I see you are quite lenient with Jingyuan, and your teaching methods are quite different from how you taught me back then. Why...?"

Qi Zhimu took a small sip, the wine sliding down his throat, his tone calm.

"Because you are different."

Jingliu lowered her eyelashes, concealing the fleeting grievance that crossed her mind.

"It's different... It turns out that my disciple is dull-witted and not as pleasing as Jingyuan."

You're overthinking it.

Qi Zhimu glanced at her.

"Jing Yuan is quick-witted and resourceful. Compared to charging into battle, he might be better suited to develop into a strategist. Furthermore..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Jingliu's hand holding the wine jar.

Recalling his early years, his tone unconsciously lost some of its detachment.

"That child didn't have the training conditions you had back then, so they can't be compared."

"What conditions did Master specify...?"

"...My foundation isn't as good as yours." Qi Zhimu didn't spell it out too clearly.

He felt it was unnecessary.

In reality, Jingyuan had a better foundation than Jingliu, but his childhood experiences were incomparable to Jingliu's.

Jingliu possesses a strong driving force called hatred, and although Jingyuan aspires to patrol, hunt, and protect the immortal ship, it cannot be denied that his motivation stems more from longing.

Nevertheless, Jingliu's tense nerves quickly relaxed.

So that's how it is...

It wasn't that Jingyuan was better than her, but that he couldn't withstand that intensity.

It wasn't that her master was biased, but rather that he believed only she deserved such rigorous training.

The grievance in my heart evaporated instantly, like water hitting a branding iron.

Instead, there was a secret, sweet joy.

My master still values ​​me the most.

With her inner knot untied, Jing Liu's brows and eyes relaxed, and even her movements as she poured wine for Qi Zhimu became lighter.

The master and apprentice talked about the past, from the old stories of Cangcheng to the current plum blossoms and snow, and the atmosphere was unusually gentle.

However, after a few cups of plum blossom wine, Qi Zhimu's eyes gradually became somewhat strange.

The cold and stunningly beautiful face of my disciple before me revealed a breathtaking beauty under the light.

His crimson eyes were like hooks, igniting a burning passion within one's heart, and a restless energy began to surge within.

Something's not right.

Qi Zhimu put down his wine glass and pressed his knuckles against his brow.

"Master is a little tired, let's go back to our room to rest."

After speaking, he got up and left, his steps revealing a hint of haste that was barely perceptible.

Jingliu watched his master's retreating figure without giving it much thought. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he cleaned up the mess and turned to walk towards the hot spring.

……

After half an hour.

In the misty hot spring bath, Jingliu rose from the water, her skin pink and translucent, her cheeks exceptionally rosy.

I reached for the bath towel on the shelf and had just tied it around my neck when I suddenly heard a series of hurried, heavy footsteps approaching from afar.

Immediately afterwards, that familiar aura, so familiar it made her soul tremble, intruded into this private space without warning.

Why did Master suddenly come here...?

Just as Jingliu was about to turn around and call out, his waist suddenly tightened, and the next second the world spun around him as he fell into a burning embrace.

Qi Zhimu's face, which was usually even more aloof than Jing Liu's, now had two unfamiliar flames burning in his eyes, which rapidly magnified in her vision.

Before Jingliu could react, her burning lips sealed her lips.

Jingliu's eyes widened, and his mind went completely blank.

...Master...Master kissed her?

The sudden turn of events left Jingliu bewildered, but his body spoke louder than his mind.

That was the person she longed for day and night, the deity she could only pray to in her dreams.

At this moment, even gods fall to earth and become mad for her.

Instinctive dependence and desire instantly took over in my mind.

Jing Liu closed her eyes, trembling, and climbed her hands onto Qi Zhimu's neck, responding clumsily and awkwardly, yet with unparalleled passion.

Their lips intertwined, their breaths mingled.

Heavy breathing echoed in this private space.

At some point, the tied bath towel slipped off, and Qi Zhimu's clothes were also torn open.

Two scalding hot bodies fell into the warm pool of water, splashing everywhere.

Qi Zhimu seemed to lose his mind, kissing her lips with a predatory force, then tracing his way down her jawline and burying his face in her fair and slender neck.

In a daze, Jingliu sensed the intense heat, like a branding iron, as if he were about to cross the Tiger Bridge.

"Well……"

A slight stinging pain in her neck sent a tingling sensation through Jingliu's body, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Be gentle... Master..."

The unprecedentedly soft and gentle tone of her voice was like a thunderclap, startling Qi Zhimu so much that he froze and stopped moving abruptly.

The flame in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by astonishment.

Looking at his disciple, whose face was flushed, his pupils trembled.

Damn!

How could this happen...?

He shoved Jingliu away abruptly, staggered back two steps, and leaned against the pool wall, his chest heaving violently.

"That wine..."

Qi Zhimu's voice was terrifyingly low.

"Where did you get it from?"

Jingliu was still immersed in the tenderness of the moment, gazing at him dreamily, and subconsciously answered.

"Right there, in the most conspicuous spot, above the wine cellar shelves..."

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhimu frowned.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the remaining restlessness within him, and turned to leave.

"Don't go!"

Jingliu lunged forward and hugged his waist tightly from behind.

Her soaked body clung tightly to his back, conveying the warmth of her pleading.

"Master...don't go..."

"You can do whatever you want, your disciple is willing... your disciple is willing to do anything..."

Qi Zhimu paused, then reached out and forcefully pried open the hands that were tightly clasped around his waist.

The force was so great that it seemed as if there was no hesitation whatsoever.

"...Release!"

Jing Liu refused, instead holding him even tighter, and walked around to Qi Zhimu's front, looking up at him.

His usually aloof eyes were now filled with tears, his pupils brimming with incomprehension and pleading.

"Why? Why am I the only one who can't do it? Master, please tell me directly what I have done to displease you!"

"Why can Mianxue and Senior Qinghan do it? You've done it countless times over the years, haven't you? Why am I the only one being excluded?"

"Can't I really not? Master, I love you... You're the only one in my heart, always!"

Qi Zhimu's brows furrowed even more as he took in his disciple's near-collapse expression, and he instinctively wanted to relent.

But I held back, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside me.

He knew he couldn't afford to be soft-hearted at this moment.

He forced himself to put on a cold face, his voice devoid of warmth.

"What happened just now was an unconscious act under the influence of alcohol, and it was Master's fault, but Jingliu, your statement was inappropriate."

"Put away those inappropriate thoughts in your mind. We are just master and disciple, and can only be master and disciple."

"I don't believe it! Master is lying!"

Tears welled up in Jing's eyes.

"Your body is clearly yearning for me! I can feel it! Master must also be able to feel how much your disciple longs for you!"

What can't be done against worldly morality and rules? If it's not a lie, then what is Master's behavior now?

……

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