Star Iron, but the amount of animation

"You are almost thirty now. If you were considered an adult woman before the immortals on the Immortal Boat, how can you still be so careless about your reputation and the differences between men and women?"

"I think you are making such a fuss because you are jealous, Master."

Jing Yuan was a little upset and muttered to himself. For a moment, he felt that his master was really fussy, sensitive and old-fashioned. He obviously cared about his master's uncle very much, but he didn't want him to know. However, he was so possessive that no girl would let his master's uncle get close to him. Now even he had to be on guard against him. This was too much.

"What did you say?!"

Her selfish thoughts were exposed by her own disciple. Jing Liu's temperature rose rapidly as the real master who was worried about her was listening to her every word right beside her. A huge and strong feeling of shame and anger instantly filled her mind. Her heart suddenly burst out with a power that was almost as strong as the power she burned when fighting with those rich people, and her momentum also rose accordingly.

An Jing, who was enjoying watching the show on the side, was suddenly stunned. He really didn't expect that the master and disciple would play so excitingly today. Jing Yuan, who always played the role of an honest and punching bag, suddenly stood up today and didn't give her master any face at all.

No, wait?

Is Jingliu drawing his sword?

"My grass!"

Realizing that the situation seemed to be escalating to a point where it was somewhat out of control, An Jing immediately rushed forward and hugged Jing Liu tightly and pulled him back.

"calm down!"

"Let go! I'm going to get rid of this traitor today!"

"No, no, no!"

"You still want to protect her?!"

"It's not a question of whether to protect or not, baby, calm down! Jing Yuan doesn't have the same natural body as me that can withstand falls. If you strike him with this sword, he might be dead!"

"I have my own sense of proportion!"

"You have your own sense of propriety, you are so anxious that your eyebrows are about to fly up to the sky. If I don't stop you, you will bury my niece's urn next to our master tomorrow!"

At this time, the blood in Jingliu's body had also flowed through several circles, and he had barely calmed down a little. He elbowed An Jing on the left kidney. The latter gasped, let go of her hand, covered her kidney, and fell on the sofa behind her to take a deep breath. She put the sword back into the scabbard and glared at Jingyuan fiercely to indicate that today's matter was not over yet.

The little girl's aggrieved feeling has subsided a little now, and she is a little timid, but for the sake of face, she is unwilling to admit her mistake and keeps whining, and she is still a little resentful as she stands by.

Lao Deng, just wait!

Jing Liu had no idea of ​​her little thoughts and didn't have time to care about them now. She turned around and walked towards the boy, first placing her right knee on the sofa between his legs, then leaned forward, grabbed the boy's collar with her right hand and lifted him up to sit.

"And you!"

"What's wrong with me..."

The young man, whose waist had just been hit mercilessly, recovered instantly. He looked to the side with a guilty look, not daring to look at the girl who was so close to him.

"Jing Yuan is still young and ignorant, and you are also ignorant?!"

"I'm the victim! She was the one who was clearly trying to strangle me!"

Jing Yuan on the side widened his eyes.

"You are still quibbling..."

There was no way Jing Liu would be fooled by such nonsense. She used more force with her right hand, pulled the boy closer, forehead touching forehead, and forced him to look into her eyes.

"I am her master, I am responsible for her. If her reputation is tarnished because of you, I will not let you go."

The boy nodded timidly and raised his hands in surrender.

Jingliu snorted coldly and let go of the boy.

She knew that the young man didn't listen at all and didn't care about what she said. No matter how angry she was, it was useless. This was how her senior brother was. In his heart, he was probably no different from Jing Yuan. They were both still children.

It's just a step.

Keep it for yourself.

Say it to yourself too.

She just wanted to protect Jingyuan's reputation.

No other intention.

Volume 1: Chapter 21: How are you feeling now, Master?

"Oh, that's enough. You're still angry."

In the viewing room, the young man gently nudged the outside of the arm of the girl sitting next to him with his right elbow and gave soft advice.

Jingyuan opened her mouth and then deflated it, twisting her body to prevent the boy from hitting her while muttering.

"Don't bother me..."

"Hey, you know your master's personality. She is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Why are you arguing with someone who has a tougher mouth than a sword?"

"She went too far this time. It's totally inexplicable."

There was still dissatisfaction on the girl's face.

"Okay, okay, calm down, calm down. Your master is old, and menopause is something everyone has to go through, so be more tolerant. I know you were unlucky this time and ran into your master in the first round, but she showed no mercy and beat you in one second. It's normal to feel a little uncomfortable, but it's not shameful to lose to your master. Even if you couldn't hold out a single move, people wouldn't think you were too weak. It must be because your master is too strong, right?"

"...That being said...."

The girl sighed.

"Don't be angry, considering your bad luck...well..."

An Jing touched his chin, thought for a moment, and chuckled.

"Show you a baby."

He reached into his shoulder bag and rummaged through it.

"...What is that?"

Jing Yuan looked at his mysterious look. Although he knew that he was trying to divert his attention, he still couldn't help but be fooled.

The boy stopped searching and pulled out two ribbons from his bag, one red and one blue, tangled together, wrinkling like Jingyuan's eyebrows when he saw them.

"Hiss, how did it get so tangled..."

The boy scratched his forehead, separated them, straightened them, flattened them, folded the blue one in two and put it back in the bag, and held up the red one, hanging the whole thing in his hand.

"...headband?"

Jing Yuan was a little disgusted and reached out to take it.

"How is it? It was definitely carefully selected. I wanted to give it to your master after he took the sword-headed bird position, but seeing how unlucky you are, I'll give it to you in advance."

"So the blue one belongs to the master?"

"Don't learn from your master..."

"I'll just ask."

Jing Yuan also realized that his question sounded familiar, and he skipped the topic awkwardly.

"The one for Master was to congratulate her for winning the title of Sword Master. What's the reason for this one?"

"smoothly."

Jing Yuan's eyes widened, she couldn't believe that An Jing really didn't give her any face at all. She was just finding a random topic to chat.

The boy chuckled twice, causing the girl to slap him in dissatisfaction.

"Answer me properly!"

"When you became our disciple, we prepared a gift for you. I am old and forgetful, and I have not thought of it for so many years. This time, I will give it to you all at once."

"Isn't that just a side effect?"

"Ah, you really deserve to be taught by your master, a big and a small jealous couple. Just tell me whether you want it or not. Don't give it back to me."

As the young man spoke, he reached out to grab it. Jing Yuan's heart tightened and he hurriedly put the red ribbon behind him.

"There is no reason to take back a gift you have given. As a senior master, can't you be more serious? You always do things that mislead the students."

"The second half of your words always sounded weird..."

"Uh--"

The girl had been influenced by the boy for many years, so how could she not understand what he meant? Her face turned slightly red for a moment and she glared at An Jing.

"How can there be a master uncle who would make dirty jokes to his own niece?"

"Well, if you say it is, then it is. No quibbling."

The boy stood up and stood by the window.

"Stop talking nonsense, your master is on stage."

"What's so good about it? Anyway, we are no match for her."

Jing Yuan said this, but he still stood next to the young man, only a finger's distance away.

"Don't worry, what if the car flips over?"

Before he could finish his words, he saw Jingliu being swept away by a sword energy, falling off the stage and being declared defeated.

He curled his lips.

"It's boring."

Silence fell between the two, and they could only turn their attention to other battles to kill some time.

But the silence didn't last long before it was broken again.

Jingyuan took the hairband in his hand, looked down at it, and estimated the time in his mind.

"Hey."

She called softly, and the boy came over in response.

The girl didn't say anything else, and the boy didn't urge her either, he just waited quietly.

Jing Yuan stretched out his hand behind his head, lightly hooked it with his slender fingers, and the waterfall-like white silk spread out and fell as the red belt loosened.

"Bring it on for me."

She put away her headband, turned her head slightly and looked at the boy. She was now returning the headband he had given her.

She felt the boy's gaze linger on her cheek for a moment, then suddenly moved away.

"Why do you suddenly want to do this?"

Although the boy was asking, he had already taken the hairband and walked behind her. Jing Yuan saw that part of his reflected shadow merged with his own.

"You gave it to me, so shouldn't you take it for me?"

"He is much more eloquent than your master."

"..."

The white hair that fell to the waist was gently lifted up by a pair of hands. Jing Yuan could feel the familiar hands and the nostalgic sense of security it brought.

Wrap, twist, interlace, and tie.

What followed was the emptiness that made her purse her lips.

Since I can't see, I can only reach out my hand and feel the shape of the headband like a blind man feeling an elephant.

"You only know how to tie a bow."

"Clumsy hands."

"Perfunctory."

behind them.

The door had already been opened silently.

The white-haired girl stood at the door and saw everything clearly.

"..."

After tying the hairband, An Jing, whose attention was finally diverted, finally turned around and found Jing Liu who had been standing there for who knows how long.

Her expression was too complicated and had an indescribable meaning.

An Jing noticed it, but was too lazy to analyze it. The longer he lived, the more open his heart became. For many things, he chose to let nature take its course.

He just helped his niece tie a headband, as long as he had a clear conscience. The rest was out of his control.

Jing Yuan also turned his head at this time.