These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Wei Tu looked at the papers on the ground, squatted down, and picked them up one by one.

"Don't be too angry. What I do is my own business. It's okay if you don't believe me now. I'll find a way to make you believe. Inheritance... faith... ha, none of that matters."

"If none of this matters, what does? Why are you still picking it up? Stop picking up these scraps of paper!"

Lu Qingyan was unusually angry.

In fact, Wei Tu knew why she was angry.

She was already angry when she told him that this path might be wrong.

Because this almost made Lu Qingyan betray the swordsmanship she had upheld for so many years.

All the suffering she endured during her spiritual practice was insignificant, all of it was in vain, and it almost completely destroyed the first half of her life.

This is no less than betraying one's master and ancestors; in her eyes, he must be committing a grave offense.

Wei Tu continued picking them up one by one.

He said somewhat stubbornly, "This isn't just a piece of waste paper, Master... Haven't you considered even the slightest possibility? Doesn't your body feel cold involuntarily when you fall asleep every day? Are you often awakened by sword light in your dreams?"

"Wei Tu, shut up!"

The words, almost roared out, startled Lu Qingyan.

She didn't know why she was yelling so out of control; was it because she was afraid...?

Or because he was right...

No... it's just a coincidence...

It was just a coincidence.

Compared to everything she had insisted on in the first half of her life, she preferred to believe in her own convictions.

Because if I don't even have these, how will I persevere in the future, and what path will I take?

Everything was destroyed in an instant, it cannot be shaken... it cannot be shaken.

The boy, who had been stopped, silently picked up the papers.

He said softly.

“Master, there are some things you can’t figure out, but I will help you find a solution. You don’t want to believe me now, but I will prove it to you.”

"Wei Tu!"

His firm words sounded like utter disobedience to Lu Qingyan at that moment.

She never imagined that one day, this child she had raised with her own hands, this disciple she had always trusted, would have such a huge conflict with her faith.

It could even mean a complete upheaval.

She couldn't accept it.

At least for now, I simply cannot calmly accept it.

Her aloofness was simply a deliberate attempt to avoid interacting with others or engaging in deep conversations; she simply believed in and insisted on living in her own world.

She can use the sword in her hand to deal with what she hates.

However... when this person was Wei Tu, she had nowhere to start.

It even seems like they can't vent their anger.

The only way to stop the boy from continuing was to shout at the top of his lungs.

Wei Tu picked up the paper and looked at Lu Qingyan with a smile.

She is still as beautiful as ever, and as sincere as ever.

"I'm sorry, Master, this time I won't turn back, and I won't give up. Because all of this is about you."

"When did it become your business to interfere in my affairs? You're just my apprentice; you only need to listen to me. Who gave you the right to meddle in these matters? Do you even have the qualifications?"

Perhaps it was the boy's stubborn attitude, or perhaps it was the tenderness in his eyes that made Lu Qingyan feel something beyond the teacher-student relationship for the first time.

His honesty and frankness made her heart waver and sink deeper into despair.

She resisted all of this even more.

She didn't want everything she had gotten used to and everything she was trying to maintain to be destroyed.

Is it just because he suddenly grew up?

No... we can't do that.

Wei Tu thought for a moment and gave a wry smile.

"It seems that I am indeed not qualified."

"Don't let this continue..."

Lu Qingyan felt somewhat powerless; she didn't even realize that her tone was almost pleading.

When did this aloof and stunningly beautiful woman ever say such things or speak in such a tone?

And this boy was also his apprentice...

This time, Wei Tu shook his head again, and then he said.

"It's possible that I can't continue in this position, so... Master, should we expel me from Little Iris Peak?"

"……What did you say?"

Lu Qingyan almost couldn't believe it.

Expel Wei Tu from Xiaoyuan Peak...?

There were such voices in the Yuanjian Sect before, but Wei Tu's talent was so much greater than Jiang Ying's that it was like comparing heaven and earth. However, Lu Qingyan always insisted and never changed her mind.

He actually asked me to expel him from Xiaoyuan Peak?

At this moment, Lu Qingyan felt an indescribable pain in her heart, but her face became even colder.

Wei Tu looked at Lu Qingyan's expression.

He had too many things he couldn't say openly, but if things continued in this stalemate... nothing would get done.

I'll soften my heart; I won't be able to bear her struggling.

So he decided to steel himself for once.

"Becoming an outer disciple is fine, as long as I'm no longer your apprentice, right?"

Wei Tu spoke softly, gently... as if the person who was ruthlessly ripping a piece out of his heart was not him at that moment.

Lu Qingyan gripped her sleeve tightly.

She could barely control the trembling of her body.

“Wei Tu… if you leave Xiaoyuan Peak, I will no longer be your master, and you must never come back.”

This was her last threat.

How she wished the boy could hear the vulnerability in her heart.

She never wanted things to turn into this struggle and pain.

The boy still smiled gently at her, but that gentleness now seemed so sharp, piercing her heart and leaving it riddled with holes.

It happened in an instant.

It's as if all the memories from the past ten years have turned into the most painful ones, so painful that even recalling them causes unbearable suffering.

"I'm leaving. Take good care of yourself, Lu Qingyan."

He turned and left the room, clutching the papers.

They took nothing else with them.

It was quiet outside the door; even the sound of footsteps had disappeared.

Lu Qingyan stood there for a long time, gazing in that direction.

A tear, which hadn't fallen for over a decade, slid down the corner of her eye.

She couldn't explain why that tear was falling.

All she knew was that this boy had clearly said...

He clearly said he would never leave her...

It's going to continue like this forever...

Finally, the most direct way to address her is by the name Lu Qingyan.

It was as if it were the last knife.

It felt like a knife had been plunged into her throat, going straight through her lungs and piercing her heart.

A crumbling iceberg won't melt; it will only avalanche. PS: I had a dream about love last night, and the female lead was so beautiful! It made me wonder if it was a reminder of what my future girlfriend would look like, or a sign that I should start dating.

20 I am a gentleman

"Crash..."

It rained all night.

The maple leaves outside the window were wet, and the shallow, clear pond gradually filled with rainwater.

There are no stars or moon tonight.

Only the autumn rain in Bashan swells the pond at night.

The handsome young man leaned lazily against the windowsill, too lazy to even lift his eyes, while red, fluffy tails kept gently brushing against his cheeks.

At first, it was just occasional, but the frequency increased until Wei Tu could no longer pretend it hadn't happened and reached out to grab the fluffy tail.

"You deliberately?"

The little fox stared wide-eyed at the handsome young man with an innocent expression.

"No, I didn't... I was just having too much fun, so it's normal for me to wag my tail!"