Chapter 2: The Master Is Affectionate and the Disciple Is Dutiful (1)
The invisible spirit Qi was floating in the cave.
Like clear water.
The sudden coolness brought Bai Lian back from her strange state.
She hastily loosened her mouth and straightened herself.
Looking at Shifu's ice-stone-like face, she somewhat understood why those demons in Journey to the West were so persistent to Tang Monk.
Generally speaking…
"I feel pretty good."
Bai Lian said in her heart.
Her eyes smiled, and the air naturally filled with a refreshing fragrance.
Cherish our time alone now.
It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience to see such a weak Shifu.
Once Shifu returns to normal, I'm afraid that the present peace will be far away from her.
Puff～
Bai Lian breathed a little and put her hand on her knee.
"…"
Hold still.
The other side.
An Lan was ready to go.
At this time, she was like a white cat who watched a human coming towards her on guard.
Bai Lian？
She is nothing!
If she dares to go one step further, she will be scratched!
As a result, time passed slowly.
Bai Lian, sitting by the bed, stared at An Lan silently.
An Lan, lying on the bed, also silently examined Bai Lian.
There was only the sound of water ticking in the wet hole.
After a long time, Bai Lian retreated.
She hasn't seen enough yet, but the time is running out. Go on making clothes!
Bai Lian stretched out her hand and gestured to measure An Lan's body shape.
What she was making now was a Tang-style dress.
In fact, she wanted to give her Shifu some simple and comfortable blue and white underwear with air conditioning function rather than such complicated clothes.
Maybe she will be beaten if she really does that.
Bai Lian seriously started sewing.
Seeing Bai Lian quietly sewing clothes, An Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It's not bad.
Her eldest disciple is a little abnormal, but obviously, she has not yet become a "pervert". As long as she is well trained, she can still be brought back to the right path!
An Lan became angry at the thought.
It's all because of those women from outside.
Especially the bad purple-haired woman named Si Yunshang!
If not for her, how could Bai Lian have these bad ideas?
How pure Bai Lian used to be!
That was when Bai Lian first entered the Duxian sect.
After a hard day of cultivation, she would soak her bare feet in a hot water bucket, and then read books, laughing silly.
She would deliberately slow down when she saw Shifu sleeping on the table to avoid waking her up. She would also cover a blanket on Shifu's body before going out.
She would make a bunch of sweets on her birthday, and then strangely put candles on them.
She…
No way.
I can't go on thinking.
The more An Lan thought about it, the more she felt empty.
Compared with Bai Lian, what she did was just teach Bai Lian the rules and cultivation method of the Qiongming peak.
For Bai Lian, she is the most familiar stranger.
Alas.
With a deep sigh, An Lan remembered the story of "Little Bai Lian" that Bai Lian told her when she talked with her.
What a poor little Bai Lian who grew up under the threat of death!
Bai Lian said she was like the sun.
But An Lan knows that she is not the sun, nor is she the moon.
She is just an unqualified Master!
Even if she is betrayed by her disciples, she deserves this punishment.
But…
Bai Lian is a good disciple.
In fact, Bai Lian has never changed.
Otherwise, how could she show a sweet smile when sewing clothes?
She just grew up.
People always grow up.
Four years ago, Bai Lian was 15 years old, and now Bai Lian is 19 years old, and is about to become 20 years old.
"Unless I have recovered my strength, otherwise…"
One day, Bai Lian will leave.
One day, Bai Lian will leave the Qiongming Peak with the person she likes.
An Lan felt that the cave was getting wetter and wetter.
She could not feel the warmth, but felt that the weather was chilly.
However, it's too difficult to restore her strength in her previous life.
"Master?"
At this time, Bai Lian, who sensed that An Lan was shaking, stopped.
She stood up excitedly.
I was found!
OK.
I can't pretend to sleep anymore.
"Hmm…"
An Lan yawned. She took her hand out of the quilt, stretched her body straightly, and then rubbed her "bleary eyes" with the back of her hand.
