My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

Yuan Xia's current state seems to be out of control. If this behavior is not a disguise, with her cultivation as the Son of Good Law, it would be easy to pose a threat to her life.

But he couldn't just sit back and watch.

Jiang He gently picked up the quilt that was wrapped into a ball, and from under the quilt, he could see a small face with tightly locked eyes.

Her brows were furrowed and her forehead was covered with sweat.

"Yuan Xia, don't be afraid, the master is here."

He was not a pharmacist, so he didn't know what disease Yuan Xia had, nor did he know how to treat it.

But where can you find a reliable pharmacist at this time?

Jiang He took a deep breath and calmed down.

He recalled Yuan Xia's previous reactions, her panic towards the outside world, her fear of being seen, her seeking the shelter of the quilt, and her current state.

It's a bit like when Jin'er was spanked by him before, which caused her stress.

No matter what, the best solution is to take Yuan Xia away from the current environment first.

"Master."

The black-haired girl's eyes suddenly opened, her pupils trembling.

A very strange tremor.

It seemed to be wandering around uncontrollably, observing things in its peripheral vision.

She pulled it back by force and locked it on Jiang He's face, but not long after, it started to wander away again.

A fleeting thought flashed through Jiang He's mind. He felt that Yuan Xia's expression was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had met her before.

Jiang He put his hands on her eyes, shielding her sight, and said softly:

"If you don't want to look, don't look. Close your eyes."

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Her pale lips moved, but she said nothing and closed her eyes silently.

"Well, now you have the support of the master."

Jiang He paused for a moment. Whether in terms of cultivation or power, Yuan Xia was much stronger than he was now.

He couldn't help but smile, and quietly leaned close to the black-haired girl's ear and whispered:

"Master doesn't care whether you are a saint or not. Yuan Xia is my eldest disciple, Yuan Xia."

The long eyelashes scratched Jiang He's palm, feeling a little itchy.

The girl opened her eyes again and kept blinking under his palm.

Jiang He coughed lightly and glanced at everyone: "How do you want to deal with them?"

She closed her eyes again and said nothing.

After a while, he calmly uttered four words:

"Don't bother."

Her tone was slightly distant, and contained a hint of resistance.

These four words made everyone present breathe a sigh of relief.

Not needing to bother means that she doesn't want Jiang He to retaliate.

Someone smiled. This young girl who was not very worldly-wise was indeed easy to deal with.

It's a pity that her teacher arrived too quickly.

"The fairy is truly kind-hearted. We all admire her. My mother is still waiting for me at home. I will take my leave now."

"Actually, I don't have any bad intentions. I just want to tease my grandson who has passed away. I'm leaving now."

Even though he was unexpectedly treated coldly, Jiang He kept smiling:

"Do you think I'll listen to you?"

The black-haired girl suddenly bit her lips, and the blood that appeared spread like rouge.

"Master, do you still need to listen to your disciple's opinion when you help him vent his anger? In my opinion, you can just punish the main culprit and give the others some light punishment."

Jiang He quickly added that although he had a smile on his face, his heart was hurt by Yuan Xia's alienation.

She is not like Minxin and the others who are sometimes arrogant and stubborn.

Could it be that he is really resisting his so-called support?

Indeed, with her level of cultivation, how could she need me?

But under her own temptation, she bit her lips again, obviously unhappy.

Jiang He calmed down. Compared with other disciples, Yuan Xia had the most complicated psychology and needed to be slowly understood in depth in the future.

He practiced the Rebirth Technique, looked at the independent cultivators present, and pondered secretly.

If he regarded her as his disciple instead of the Holy Son of Good Dharma, he would not have killed everyone present.

Of course he wanted to do so in his heart, but killing so many people would probably be extremely bloody and more likely to shock Yuan Xia, who already had a complicated psychological state.

Jiang He didn't whisper deliberately, but these people heard it clearly.

The old man who was building the foundation took a step forward, and his face changed when he heard the words:

"I hope you will be wise. What I said was just a joke. Humph, I know fellow Taoists in Yunxi Sect and Shanfa Palace."

When everything was over, Jiang He exhaled hot air.

Fortunately, He Da's blood essence had been refined before, and this group of people were scattered, otherwise the battle would not have been resolved so easily.

But does Yuan Xia really need me?

Jiang He looked at the girl who was wrapped up in a ball, her eyes fixed on his lips.

"Ahem."

Jiang He was a little confused and coughed lightly. She immediately focused her eyes back on her own face in panic.

But I couldn't help looking at his lips again from time to time.

Jiang He pretended not to see that Min Xin and the others were still waiting outside.

But Yuan Xia's current status is still unknown, like a time bomb.

It might hurt them.

Open a room in the inn at random.

Jiang He straightened his expression and talked to her in a casual tone:

"Yuan Xia, what happened to you just now? Are you feeling unwell?"

Isn't it agreed?

If you were to be my dog, would the dog support its master and show concern for him in the tone of an elder?

Doubts burst out from Jiang Yuanxia's chaotic and painful thoughts.

Master is different from the last time we met.

The physical fear of seeing him was like a bucket of ice water poured over a burning heart.

The soul is no longer as clear as before about leaving the body, and no longer coldly watches the world that seems to be collapsing.

Instead, he shrank back and became terrified.

The expansion of the body cooled down and the endless pain gradually subsided.

The familiar smell of fear made the body continue to tremble, but before it was due to pain, now it was just due to physical fear.

It would make her feel much better. It would be great if she could hug her master every day like before.

Even if it's just being a dog, following behind every day.

"You will be able to meet Junior Sister soon. Master will take you to have some fun tonight."

Jiang He untied the quilt wrapped around the black-haired girl so that she could breathe more freely.

"Kneel down."

She suddenly gritted her teeth, grabbed Jiang He's shoulders tightly with both hands, and ordered in a pleading manner.

As if she was expecting to see something, her eyes, which had been wandering all the time, finally looked at Jiang He firmly.

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Jiang He had sweat on his forehead, the other disciples' inexplicable actions were nothing compared to Yuan Xia's.

There is no reason for a disciple to want his master to kneel down.

If this happened to Min Xin, he could understand a little bit, but it was not something Yuan Xia would ever do.

Could it be that Fengyi did something at that time?

Jiang He suddenly remembered Feng Yi's hesitant expression before, and his brows couldn't help but frown.

This Feng Yi actually dared to hide something!

It seems that he hasn't remembered the pain yet.

Seeing Jiang He's unhappy expression, the black-haired girl suddenly shrank her body and subconsciously let go of Jiang He's shoulders.

She grabbed her thighs tightly and said in a weak voice with a hint of crying: "I told you to kneel down, but you are... you are my dog."

"Yuan Xia, there is one thing you may not know yet."

Jiang He's face was gloomy. Could it be that Yuan Xia's abnormal reaction today was because she was provoked by Feng Yi before?

What did she do?

The more Jiang He thought about it, the angrier he got. He said in a deep voice, "This is the first time we've met in four years. Someone disguised themselves as me to meet you before. And... I don't know why Tianji suddenly appeared and saved me, otherwise Master might have been killed by the people from the Shanfa Hall."

Jiang He specifically pointed out Tianji and took out the bone-scraping whip to prove his identity.

There was still Feng Yi's golden hair and blood on the whip. He took it off calmly and showed it to Yuan Xia: "Here, this is what Master took from Tian Ji at that time."

Jiang Yuanxia's little face turned pale.

She didn't have any doubt about Jiang He's words. No wonder she was not afraid of the master she met before.

Especially when she saw the bone-scraping whip with blood stains on it, she got goose bumps all over her body.

"Master, Yuan Xia, Yuan Xia is guilty."

Her knees softened and she knelt down in front of Jiang He.

His inky black hair lay at his feet.

"Get up quickly."

Four years have passed, why do you still like to kneel down at every turn?

Jiang He held her arms and said helplessly: "I told you before that you don't have to kneel down in the future."

She was still kneeling on the ground, with her head against his feet, just like she did when they first met after Jiang He was beaten by Lin Chi.

She used to be a skinny little girl, but now she is the notorious Son of Good Law.

If she wanted to kneel down deliberately, Jiang He wouldn't be able to pull her up.

"stand up!"

With no other options, Jiang He shouted in a stern tone.

Her body trembled suddenly, and she was pulled up limply by Jiang He.

Why are you crying?

The black-haired girl's eyes were red and swollen, and tears could not stop flowing.

Jiang He wiped her tears distressedly: "Did Master speak too harshly?"

She realized that she was crying, and touched her face with her hands in a daze: "Yuanxia. Yuanxia thought I couldn't cry anymore."

Jiang Yuanxia's words made the fleeting thought that had just flashed through her mind reappear.