My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 211 Ye Qinghong: Master, I am still unwilling

The moonlight fills the air and the breeze blows.

Beside the calm and tranquil lake, the little maid's eyes were full of shyness, letting the hazy mist cover her green body.

She just looked at the white snow lion cat, looking forward to it, hazy, and even more uneasy.

Fang Yang was completely dumbfounded.

She had ulterior motives. At this moment, he felt that every woman around him had ulterior motives.

They all want to sleep with him.

He originally thought that the little maid was the only well-behaved one, but now it seems that the other party is also a little dishonest.

The night was so peaceful, perhaps because she saw the snow-white lion cat silent, Ling'er sighed, and her bright almond eyes quickly dimmed.

He knelt down and held the lion cat in his arms.

The faint fragrance of virginity is refreshing, making people feel peaceful without even realizing it.

Whoa!
The little maid held the cat in her arms, her tender little feet gently stepping on the lake water, and every toe was pink and red.

It's like a pearl, very cute.

Then...

She slowly sank toward the water.

Gollum!
Gollum!
Accompanied by bursts of sound.

She quickly sank into the lake, and emerged after a long time, holding the snow-white lion cat in her arms and sighing.

"Xiaoxue, the princess has said that she wants me to be the maidservant of the Demon Lord. Of course I don't dare to seduce the Demon Lord. Ling'er is just a little maid, as long as she can serve the Demon Lord and the princess forever. Then the pair of Ling'er come It’s the happiest thing.”

"But if I really become a maid, the Demon Lord will definitely bully me. I'm not afraid of hurting me sometimes. I'm just afraid that I won't cooperate and make the Demon Lord dissatisfied. What's going on? Wuwu..."

Her eyes were full of grievance and anxiety, and she hugged the lion cat tightly, but she didn't notice that the corners of the lion cat's mouth in her arms twitched, and she was also helpless.

My maid has just grown up!

At this moment, he only had this thought in his mind...

He was hugged so tightly by the little maid and told his thoughts.

Girls' feelings are always wet...

But for Ling'er, her feelings are firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. Even if she lives in the Blood Rain Sect, even if she has always been with the Demon Lord, she has never changed her original intention.

For example, she was worried that the hawthorns in the back mountain of the Blood Rain Sect were becoming less and less, and she could no longer make sugar-fried hawthorns for the Demon Lord.

For another example, she felt that the Demon Lord was too tired, so she went to learn massage skills. Because she was too clumsy, she could not learn it no matter how hard she tried.

The oil and salt at the foot of the mountain have risen again, and she still wants to cook for the princess and the demon king.

She reclaimed a piece of land in the back of the mountain and planted some vegetables. The harvest was about to begin, but everything withered after an autumn frost.

She wanted to raise chickens in the yard, but unfortunately the Snow White Lion Cat was too noisy and liked to play games with the chickens. After doing so, the chickens were frightened to death...

Noisy, noisy, long-winded...

Under the night, this childish and well-behaved little maid was chattering away, talking about these trivial and annoying little things to others, but to her it was a big deal.

As she spoke, she smiled happily and seemed quite happy. She was very happy that she could do these things and was very happy that she could be so busy. She completely forgot about her previous shy inquiry about how to serve the Demon Lord.

Fang Yang was originally quite irritable after turning into a cat, but after listening to these cute little things, he somehow became as calm as the lake at night.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep without realizing it. When she woke up, she found that the little maid had already begun to sew clothes for her princess.

Sew for a while, giggle for a while.

The maid had a hairpin on her temples, a rather simple-looking hairpin.

Fang Yang fell asleep next to the little maid for a while, and then realized that he was a little drowsy.

It's a sign of mental exhaustion.

It is estimated that it won't take long to return to the original body and completely wake up.

He was extremely bored, so while there was still some time, he simply wandered around the lake.

Moonlight, distant mountains, fallen leaves, lakes...

Everything was so peaceful, just as he was immersed in it.

call out!
The sword energy is like water!

A sword energy as quiet as a stream suddenly rushed towards him.

Fang Yang suddenly looked up.

The sword energy had already arrived in front of him, hovering just between his eyebrows.

Stop immediately!

Then...

Buzz!
Buzz!
Accompanied by waves of trembling sounds, it took a long time for the sword energy to completely dissipate, like ice and snow melting, completely disappearing into the night.

When he reacted, a figure appeared in front of him, with fluttering green robes and long hair flying.

Those eyes were like a cold pool, without any ripples. Behind his back, there was a cyan sword, and two fingers like peeling onions stretched out.

Obviously, the sword energy just now was shot out by her fingers.

"Why are you here?"

Ye Qinghong stared at the snow-white lion cat with a cold voice.

She had just been standing on a branch, looking at Mo Yu Feichu from a distance, guarding her master, but she suddenly felt a breath, and when she lowered her head, she saw the white snow lion cat.

"..."

Fang Yang remained silent, not knowing how to speak when faced with his disciple's questioning.

"You like my master, right?"

The cold voice came again, and Fang Yang looked up blankly, just in time to see Ye Qinghong looking at him steadily, his eyes not even blinking, looking so calm.

"No need to pretend not to understand, I know you like my master, and I know you have aura. But it doesn't matter, no one can compete with me."

Light words, without any emotional waves.

But full of endless confidence and pride.

Ye Qinghong seemed to be telling the truth, categorically.

As she said before, she is a swordsman, an unrivaled swordsman.

She doesn't like losing, so she will never lose!
"It's cold tonight, which is perfect for sword practice. Why don't you practice sword practice with me?"

Seeing that Fang Yang remained silent, Ye Qinghong waved his hand and directly pulled Fang Yang into his arms without waiting for Fang Yang to refuse.

Then, with his toes on the ground, his black hair was flying, and he floated directly on the lake.

There were ripples on the lake surface, and a bright moon reflected the lake water. After Ye Qinghong arrived at the center of the lake, he put the snow-white lion cat aside.

Just as he was about to practice his sword, he seemed to think of something. With a wave of his hand, a piece of blue cloth fell on Fang Yang, covering Fang Yang's body and turning the snow-white lion cat into a blue-clothed lion cat.

Fang Yang's mouth twitched, and he had a new understanding of his eldest disciple's cyan obsessive-compulsive disorder.

At a time of desperation...

Swish!
The sword light filled the air, and countless sword shadows were like rippling blue waves, suddenly splashing out from the green shadow sword, like a dream.

Blurry and graceful!

Then...

Drops of lake water splashed up like beads, and the beads formed a curtain, and then fell violently.

Each bead contains a bright moon.

The sword shadows reflected on the beads were slashed.

The bright moon shattered instantly and split into two halves.

However, those water drops were not split, and only a shallow sword mark could be seen.

Eventually, they all fell onto the lake.Water drops dripped, and the green shadow sword returned to its sheath.

Ye Qinghong stood in the moonlight, his profile was clear and breathtakingly beautiful.

Fang Yang stood on the lake, wrapped in Ye Qinghong's spiritual energy, and did not fall into the lake.

He just looked at his eldest disciple quietly.

Suddenly he remembered the scene where he taught Ye Qinghong how to practice swordsmanship in the hot spring behind the Blood Rain Sect.

At that time, the eldest disciple had just returned and was as cold as ice and had not yet been contaminated by the breath of the world. Therefore, there was no way to practice the Jingshen Sword to the extreme.

But now, the eldest disciple has really grown up.

This Jing Shen Sword is only a little bit worse than him.

Fang Yang was filled with emotions, but the next moment, Ye Qinghong waved his palm again, and a breeze blew.

Then, she walked on the waves, like a cool fairy, flying on the lake. Not long after, she flew up to a lonely peak.

The solitary peak is like a sword, thrusting straight into the clouds.

This is the most dangerous part of the Shili Mountain and the place closest to the moonlight.

Ye Qinghong stood on the mountain peak, with the snow-white lion cat that she had captured beside her.

A man and a cat stood side by side, looking at the lake below and the bright moon above their heads.

Not a word.

It's been a long, long time...

Fang Yang stared at his disciple, and for some reason, he felt a sense of sadness and sadness from Ye Qinghong's body.

This made him frown, and then he realized that he had turned into a cat. However, this did not affect his doubts and confusion. He had no idea why his disciple behaved like this.
I can only stay by Ye Qinghong's side.

After a long time, I heard the other party's cold murmur.

"Your name is Xiaoxue, right?"

"Do you know what I used to be like?"

The inexplicable words made Fang Yang raise his head. His glass-like pupils became much deeper for some reason, and he stared at his eldest disciple.

But Ye Qinghong had no intention of turning back and just continued.

"The distant mountains are like black daisies, and the lone red shadow is like a shadow!"

"I am a person who has been obsessed with swords all my life! I wander in the wilderness and escape from the world of mortals. I don't know what love is and what care is."

"Just practicing the sword mechanically!"

"There is no purpose and no pursuit!"

"If I hadn't met my current master, maybe I would have continued like this forever, or maybe one day, I would have gotten tired of life, found a place with green mountains and green mountains, dug a grave for myself, and committed suicide."

"..."

Ye Qinghong's voice was calm, as if he was saying the most ordinary words. Fang Yang's eyes became deeper, staring closely at his eldest disciple, as if he wanted to see through the other person's heart.

"I must be stupid. I am obviously a swordsman, a swordsman who has no emotions in everyone's heart, but I fell in love with my master."

"Master likes beautiful clothes, so I, a swordsman, secretly bought a lot of clothes and learned makeup."

"I'm not as smart as Second Senior Sister, and I'm not as charming as Princess Zhennan. No matter how much I study, I always imitate others, which seems so ridiculous."

"Sometimes, I think about what would happen if I left Master. Just thinking about this, I feel a pain in my chest and I feel very unwilling."

"I haven't given my beautiful clothes to Master yet, and Master hasn't seen me in a skirt yet."

"I haven't walked in the heavy snow with Master yet, letting the snowflakes rustle and fall on me."

"I haven't given birth to so many little Ye Qinghong and little Fangyang for Master. I have even saved enough money to welcome Master."

"..."

"So, I won't be reconciled, very unwilling, that's all. I won't be willing to leave Master like this."

"..."

On the mountain peak, under the moonlight.

Ye Qinghong was also chattering, holding the Qingying Sword tightly in his hand and speaking softly with an expressionless face.

Because she had been injured before, her face was slightly haggard and pale, but this did not affect her beauty, but made her reveal a frail beauty.

The night was so long and so short, Fang Yang just stayed with his eldest disciple.

Until, the east is white, and the last bit of night seems to be fading away.

He could feel that he was about to break off the Yun Shen Jue and return to his true form, so he took one last look at his eldest disciple, jumped directly downwards, and disappeared on the mountain peak not long after.

After he left, Ye Qinghong's eyes that were looking into the distance turned around, and he quietly looked at the back of the snow-white lion cat, his cold pupils softening instantly.

"Master, this is the first time that I have watched the moon with you. It is also the first time that I have been by Master's side for such a long time."

She murmured softly, her eyes bright.

That's right...

She had long recognized that this snow-white lion cat was her master. For her, no matter what the master became, he could not escape her eyes.

To her, Master is always Master.

The green robe was fluttering, and a piece of green silk was fluttering in the wind. Ye Qinghong was still standing on the mountain peak, raising his head and watching the last trace of moonlight gradually fade away. His beautiful and cold face showed some sadness for some reason, and finally looked towards distance.

"Fourth Junior Sister, can Senior Sister really win? If the price of winning is your death, how can Senior Sister bear it?"

Ye Qinghong smiled, his smile was so bright.

It was her first time laughing.

Still a bit cold.

Hua Lianyue understood her best, so how could she not understand her fourth junior sister?

You know, these junior sisters were brought up under her care, and she knew very well Hua Lianyue's character, who was always so tolerant and smart.

After being mixed in the world of mortals and seeing through the world of mortals, no one in this world can deceive Fourth Junior Sister.

On the other hand, if Fourth Junior Sister wants to deceive others, few people will be able to tell.

In this world, the person that Fourth Junior Sister respects most is probably herself, but now, Hua Lianyue left without saying goodbye.

Coupled with that pale face and that faint fragrance...

The truth is clear.

Obviously, the fourth junior sister is not going to die soon, and all of this is probably caused by her.

The moonlight was like water, and everything was still so bright. Ye Qinghong looked at Mo Yufei, his cold eyes seemed so struggling.

"Master, what would my disciple be without you?"

The soft murmur seemed to be singing in harmony with the night.

……

After a night's rest, Mo Yu Feihu quickly took off and flew towards the capital.

Passed through thousands of rivers and mountains.

Everything is so peaceful and beautiful.

until……

In the flight, Fang Yang looked at his eldest disciple with a blank expression.

"Ye Qinghong, do you know your mistake?"

　An in-depth portrayal of the great disciple.

　　I don’t want the great disciple to become just a symbol.

　　Of course, I won't leave.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)