"You, you're saying…"
Xu Zhimo felt a chill down his spine and didn't dare to speak. Although he wanted to laugh, he was afraid that Little Martial Uncle was recording him, just as he was recording.
He was already so old.
He couldn't be caught and disciplined by Grand Master again.
"Ahem, well… Little Martial Uncle, your nephew has something to do today, so I'll guard Sui Bian Temple for Big Sister. I'll leave Little Martial Brother here with you. When Grand Master returns, please put in a good word for me—"
Bai Xian glanced at him, the smile on her lips growing wider.
"Go on then. Oh, and my TV in my room is broken… could you fix it for me?"
Xu Zhimo's face darkened, but he didn't dare to show it.
Little Martial Uncle didn't have a TV, did she?
But if Martial Uncle said she did, then she did; if she didn't, she still had to… It was rare to get a 100,000 cut this time, but now it would probably be eaten up by Martial Uncle.
Sigh, what a bitter fate!
He glanced at his Martial Brother, who was still lying stiffly, and the resentment in his heart immediately lessened. It was hard to say how much this guy would keep… he was completely reined in by that girl, Qing Xuan.
A sister-complex.
It's just that, these two… never mind, their business can be discussed later.
Xu Zhimo turned and walked leisurely out the door.
Martial Brother, don't blame your elder brother. As the saying goes, brothers are like birds in the same forest, but when disaster strikes, they fly their separate ways.
Grand Master will be here soon, I can only make my escape first!
…When Yun Ming woke up again, he was already lying back in his small room in Guan Yun Courtyard. He shook his head, recalling what happened before he fainted.
When the Qing Ming Sword cut away the distracting thoughts and he touched it, many jumbled memories flooded into his Sea of Consciousness all at once, either a fisherman who died in the Void, or a child who lost his parents… fragmented, too many things.
In a daze, he seemed to hear a sentence.
"Return, to the embrace of the The Prime Master…"
What kind of nonsense was that? Yun Ming had only heard of this The Prime Master when villains were introduced in games.
Is the The Prime Master very impressive?
He only remembered shouting loudly at the time.
"The Prime Master, submit to me!"
The Aether between heaven and earth suddenly began to riot, and the cluster of distracting thoughts it had touched also suddenly exploded, completely knocking Yun Ming out.
When he woke up, his spiritual energy hadn't changed much.
The distracting thoughts he had cut away had also disappeared… This proved that the treatment was effective. As long as Little Martial Uncle could endure it, he would eventually be able to completely destroy that cluster of distracting thoughts.
Thinking of this, Yun Ming's mood brightened, and he began to hum a melodious tune.
"Heh, I even found a legitimate reason to torment Little Martial Uncle. I really am a genius!"
"Oh? What reason, Yun'er? Tell your Grand Master."
"That would be…"
"What is it?"
Yun Ming's mouth twitched as he looked at the kind-faced old man stroking his beard in front of him, his heart filled with no small amount of panic.
Look, how did he trespass like this?
He immediately burrowed into the quilt, pretending to be talking in his sleep.
Xuan Mingzi had cultivated his character for many years.
He had hardly ever lost his temper with anyone, but ever since this little devil Yun Ming arrived, his mood had been in constant flux… He originally thought that bringing back two Apprentices recently would make him more well-behaved, but he didn't expect his good Apprentice to give him such a big headache.
He took his wine, invited him to eat, and then swiped his sword.
The next day, as soon as he woke up, he found that the connection with the Qing Ming Sword had been severed, and he immediately went down the mountain to find Senior Bai Xian.
But by the time he arrived, it was too late.
Bai Xian and Yun Ming had signed a blood pact with the sword as a medium, taking on nine-tenths of the consequences for Yun Ming.
But Yun Ming was the Sword Master, and with the Qing Ming Sword guarding him and the protection of spiritual energy, he naturally wouldn't be in danger.
However, Bai Xian could only use her divine sense as a cage to imprison these distracting thoughts, which was extremely perilous.
Therefore, he went out to find an old friend to forge another magical artifact to suppress the distracting thoughts on Bai Xian.
But the other party's request was… "Rebellious Apprentice, if you don't get up now, you'll be expelled from the sect!"
Xuan Mingzi's beard bristled and his eyes widened. He picked up the Qing Ming Sword, which was no longer his, from the bedside and used it like a stick, swishing it to create sonic booms.
Frightened, Yun Ming flexibly rolled off the bed and desperately hugged his Grand Master's thigh, looking like he was wailing at a wake.
Seeing this, Xuan Mingzi almost fainted from anger. This old man isn't dead yet!
"Grand Master, your Apprentice knows his mistake…"
"Truly, your Apprentice will never dare again…"
Yun Ming secretly glanced up, seeing no smile on Grand Master's face, and couldn't help but think it was bad.
He had to think of something.
At this moment, in the living room, Big Sister Ye Qingxuan was hugging Ling'er, gently stroking her… her smile almost uncontrollable.
Grand Master had just checked, and Ling'er was fine.
As her elder sister, she was naturally happy.
"Big Sister, why don't we go in and see Brother?"
Ling'er blinked. As Yun Ming's thoughtful little darling, she naturally thought of her good brother in everything.
Ye Qingxuan propped her chin, pondered for a moment, then shook her head.
"Let Grand Master vent his anger first… otherwise, it's not good for his health. Martial Brother's body is strong, it's fine."
Strong body?
Ling'er recalled, indeed very strong.
But Sister Qingxuan was smiling so terrifyingly, was it really only for this reason that she wasn't going? She was still a little unhappy, wasn't she… Was it because of those older sisters at KTV, or Little Martial Uncle, or Sister Hongdou?
She needed to find an opportunity to remind her brother.
Across from her, the two little ones sat obediently. Yi Xuan ate pastries, still mumbling with her mouth full.
"Sister, I feel like Grand Master begging for mercy is just like me. Will Grand Master beat him?"
"Probably not, right?"
"Let's sneak a peek~"
Yi Xuan's eyes sparkled with excitement. She grabbed a pastry, stuffed it into her mouth, and bowed slightly to Big Sister.
Before the other party could react, she walked towards the inner room.
Yi Jiang looked apologetically at Big Sister, but then she saw Big Sister following behind Ling'er to peek.
What? Leaving her alone here… She also wanted to see Martial Brother.
She had barely managed to resist suggesting to see Martial Brother's discomfited look, afraid everyone would think she was strange.
But she didn't expect it to be so simple?
Just go and see. She was still a child, why did she need so many reasons?
At this moment, the room was at its climax.
Xuan Mingzi shook his leg, finding that this rebellious Apprentice clung to him like a dog-skin plaster, so he gave up.
He asked irritably, "Oh? Then I ask you—what is your mistake?"
Yun Ming blinked. Was he wrong? Where was he wrong?
He really didn't think he was wrong.
But if he really said that, he was probably asking to attend Grand Master's funeral tomorrow. No, no… The old man was still very good to him.
"Ahem… Grand Master, don't be so fierce. You said I've already done what I've done, what's the point of you being angry now?"
"If you get sick, others will point fingers at me and say I'm unfilial. You can't put your Apprentice in an unrighteous position."
"Alright, alright, you still know you're unfilial and unrighteous!?"
Seeing his good Apprentice avoid answering, Xuan Mingzi almost fainted from exasperation. The Qing Ming Sword struck Yun Ming's back, but he didn't dodge at all.
"Of course I know, so your Apprentice was wrong. I earnestly hope Grand Master will not hit me anymore. A blow to my body is a pain in your heart… Your Apprentice cannot bear it."