Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 1668 All appearances are false

Xie Fu obviously didn't want to mention this matter: "There is no progress, and there will be no progress."

Qiu Ruyi deliberately showed an unhappy expression: "Did Zhuo Er ask you to wash the dress?"

"She is not feeling well. Can't I, as her master, wash her for her?"

Qiu Ruyi smiled: "I'm not that arrogant to ask you to wash my clothes."

Xie Fu said in a coquettish voice: "I would like to, but your clothes are always hidden very well, so I can't even find them even if I see them."

Then he changed the subject and said jokingly, "Is there some secret in your clothes that you don't want me to find out?"

Qiu Ruyi turned around and left: "Let's go, I won't pay attention to you anymore."

Xie Fu looked at her graceful back. Her yellow dress supported her beautiful figure, and her hips moved in a thrilling arc. "Why don't you take off your panties now and I'll wash them for you?"

"Okay."

Qiu Ruyi squatted down in response, pretending to reach into her skirt, but suddenly grabbed a handful of sand and threw it at Xie Fu: "Catch it with your mouth!"

It's not that difficult! Xie Fu opened his mouth to receive it, but his mouth and face were sprayed with sand.

Qiu Ruyi stood up, giggled and left.

Xie Fu said: "You will have a hard time tonight!"

Qiu Ruyi stopped and looked back, her lips curled up in a playful tone: "Really?"

Xie Fu waved his hand: "Forget it."

After washing the clothes, Xie Fu hung them up to dry happily. Considering that Zhuo Er had no clothes to change into, he went to Wen Ren Ling and asked her to get him a set of clothes.

When he returned to the door, he saw no movement inside. He thought that the clothes must have been washed and they were waiting for him to bring them over.

Thinking back to the days in the illusion, he deliberately exposed his body in front of Duanmu Ci. At that time, they were still master and disciple, and he was beaten severely by Duanmu Ci on the spot.

Thinking back on it now, the sweetness makes me nostalgic and I can't help but laugh out loud.

Zhuo Er, who was inside the house, heard the laughter and called out, "Master."

"Zhuo'er, I went to Sister Ling's place and found a set of clean clothes for you. I'll leave them at the door for you."

When Zhuo Er heard that Xie Fu was leaving, he knew that if he missed this opportunity, he would never have another chance again, so he cried out in desperation.

Xie Fu rushed in upon hearing the sound. He glanced around the room but couldn't see Zhuo Er. Suddenly, Zhuo Er fell from the roof and hugged him with his arms behind his back.

Feeling Zhuo Er's arms close to him, Xie Fu blurted out: "What happened!"

Zhuo Er said nothing, but just leaned her head on Xie Fu's shoulder. Xie Fu immediately felt that his clothes were wet by her wet hair. The water droplets at the end of her hair penetrated his clothes, and the clothes at his shoulders became close to his body.

Her breathing was very tense, as if she was in danger. Xie Fu let go of his alertness and searched the entire room, saying calmly: "Zhuo Er, don't be nervous."

Zhuo Er sneered: "Master, are you nervous?"

The laughter fell on Xie Fu's ears and neck, which made Xie Fu's body stiff.

Zhuo Er, who was holding him, could of course feel Xie Fu's body suddenly stiffen, and said with a smile: "Master, you are very nervous, why are you nervous, is it because Zhuo Er is not wearing any clothes now?"

Although his eyes were looking forward, Xie Fu could still feel Zhuo Er staring at him, his face, his ears, and even his hair, because these parts felt as hot as the bright midday sun.

His mind went blank and he didn't know how to react for a moment.

Zhuo Er's fingertips penetrated Xie Fu's hair. Xie Fu's scalp could clearly feel the sharp nails, like the tip of a dagger pressing against his weakest point.

Then she slowly slid her fingertips to his ears, and said softly as if coaxing a child: "Master, your ears are so beautiful."

Hearing these words, Xie Fu had no strange thoughts, but instead strangely recalled the scenes of his time with Duanmu Ci, when Duanmu Ci taught her martial arts hand in hand. That was the first time he touched Duanmu Ci's hand, and then he took the opportunity to hold it tightly and said words like these.

At that time, in addition to the yearning for beautiful things, I also had improper thoughts.

Duanmu Ci seemed to see through his thoughts and reacted so violently that he couldn't lift his hands all day.

He was sad for several years because of this, and felt that Duanmu Ci was so cold and heartless and unapproachable.

Did he go too far? He just acted out of his own heart.

Is Zhuo Er too much at this moment? It seems not to be too much. When the apprentice likes the master, doesn't it mean that the master is doing a good job?

Xie Fu's silence gave Zhuo Er great encouragement. His fingertips slid along his ears and down to his neck. At this moment, he felt like he was doing something he was good at, so comfortable with it and so happy with it.

Until her fingers silently reached the master's waist, ready to untie his belt, the master's hand held her down, preventing her from going any further.

Zhuo Er's heart trembled and he immediately felt timid. The imagined voice of reproach did not come, but remained silent as usual.

She was doing something very risky. This might cause her to lose her master relationship. Zhuo Er couldn't lose his master. She would die. To hide her nervousness, she smiled and asked, "Master, have you washed Zhuo Er's clothes?"

Xie Fu, who was reminiscing about his romantic past with Duanmu Ci, came back to his senses and said, "I've washed it and it's drying in the yard."

"Does Zhuoer's brocade crotch look good?"

For some reason, Xie Fu did not think that this was a kind of seduction, but more of the girl's stubborn nature. Perhaps he had deliberately challenged and angered his master Duanmu Ci in the first place.

然后在端木慈不忍心狠揍他中，找到被宠爱着的踏实感。

Should I be sanctimonious and scold her at this moment? Of course not!

It is what it is and it is not what it is. It is indeed a very beautiful item. The exquisite embroidery and ingenious shape on it make it look like a work of art, and it complements the body of a beautiful girl so well.

"nice."

Zhuo Er's heart was blocked and he looked outside the door. He found the brocade crotch among the clothes drying in the yard. From a distance, the exquisite embroidery on it looked like white orchids hanging on branches, swaying in the breeze and emitting a faint white orchid fragrance.

  Not only good-looking, it’s beautiful!

The beauty of Zhuoer is pleasing to the eyes and refreshing to the mind.

"So... does that look better hanging quietly or worn by Zhuo Er?"

In Xie Fu's mind, mountains undulated and flowers came to life...

"I don't know." He lied, so his voice was a little hoarse, but in fact he knew which scene was more beautiful.

Zhuo Er continued to instruct him: "Master, does it look better on Zhuo Er?"

Xie Fu's face looked unnatural because he was tempted and had the idea of ​​taking her for himself, which he would never allow.

He had been able to chat and laugh with Zhuo Er before because he was calm and regarded Zhuo Er as a disciple and a child. But now she had become a woman, a charming woman whose charm could easily move a man's heart.

"If there's nothing else, get dressed right now!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and controlled the invisible energy, and the clothes placed at the door of the house were in his hand.

Zhuo Er also clearly felt the master's indifference and seriousness, and his heart began to panic. Then he found that his wrist, which was pinched by the master's waist, was painful.

Xie Fu wanted to use the same method that Duanmu Ci used against him to deal with Zhuo Er, so that Zhuo Er would retreat.

Zhuo Er said sadly, "Master, Zhuo Er can't make you feel moved at all?"

She was really sad. She was willing to put aside her face, pride and dignity. She had given all her efforts but received indifference in return.

"You still know that you are my disciple. Do you want your master to bear the name of a beast?" Now he had to say one thing in his heart and another.

Zhuo'er's voice softened: "Master, Zhuo'er knows that you are thinking about Zhuo'er. You are doing this for Zhuo'er's good."

Xie Fu smiled: "I'm glad to know." If it were convenient, he really wanted to stroke the girl's hair to express his love for her.

"But Master, are you wrong?"

Xie Fu was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"You treated Zhuo'er as an ordinary woman, a woman who would get married, have children, and grow old quietly in the future. You took the initiative to plan Zhuo'er's entire life."

  Xie Fu was surprised. He did think so, but wasn’t it so?

"Zhuo Er is a man with great ambitions. From the moment Zhuo Er became your disciple, he wanted to learn martial arts well, become the pride of Wenren Ranch, and even have Zhuo Er's name in future history."

Xie Fu looked surprised. He really shouldn't have the temerity to control her life.

Zhuo Er smiled contemptuously: "Being a man, getting married, and having children are insignificant things in Zhuo Er's eyes."

He said angrily: "Master, you can obviously help Zhuo Er, but you refused to help him. You watched Zhuo Er become mediocre and lost in the crowd. You are not a good master. Zhuo Er will hate you."

Xie Fu explained: "Zhuo Er, your master has tried very hard, but your martial arts talent..."

Zhuo Er interrupted: "Master, there is no need to hide it from me. You have a way to let Zhuo Er learn Kunlun's supreme mental method. If you refuse, I know that you still don't love Zhuo Er enough and are reluctant to give up your own martial arts cultivation."

Since the emotional offensive didn't work, Zhuo Er simply resorted to provocation.

Xie Fu was surprised: "How do you know? Who told you?"

"Don't worry about who told me this. You just can't bear to give up your cultivation. You just don't love Zhuo Er enough and you're not willing to do good for Zhuo Er." Zhuo Er's tone was full of girlish coquettishness.

No one else knew about this except Qiu Ruyi. It must be Qiu Ruyi who was behind this. Xie Fu said earnestly, "Yes, of course I am willing. Some things cannot be found back once they are lost. I am afraid that you will regret it in the future."

Zhuo Er resolutely responded, "I will never regret it! If I ever want to marry someone and resent you, Master, let me be struck by lightning and die a miserable death!"

Xie Fu sighed, feeling very sorry: "Master is not like this..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhuo Er interrupted him: "What do you mean it's not? It's!" He forcefully untied Xie Fu's belt and reached his hands into his robe.

Xie Fu's body was as stiff as a rock, but suddenly he shook. It turned out that two large armies of Drow were attacking at the same time, capturing the city.

Sensing his master's discomfort, Zhuo Er said softly, "Master, do you still remember the day when Zhuo Er helped you take a bath in Chengquan?"

Xie Fu did not respond, and Zhuo Er continued, "Zhuo Er is helping Master wash the spoon. In Zhuo Er's mind, it looks just like Master, both handsome and great."

"It is both warm and gentle, yet majestic and intimidating..."

Feeling that his master's body was slowly relaxing, Zhuo Er asked again: "Master, do you still remember what you promised Zhuo Er at Baolan Lake?"

Xie Fu groaned as he spoke: "What did I promise you?"

"Show the spoon to Zhuo Er. Zhuo Er wants to see it now! Master, if you don't show it to me, you will be a traitor. Your image in my heart will plummet, and Zhuo Er will no longer respect you so much."

Perhaps Zhuo Er's tone was too childish, and Xie Fu couldn't help laughing.

When Zhuo Er heard the laughter, she became nervous instead. She was most afraid of this kind of master, always talking and laughing, calm and at ease, just like that day in Chengquan, when she intended to do something bad, but her master was like an immortal, immune to her and ignored her existence.

He begged: "Master, please help Zhuo Er, Zhuo Er doesn't want to live a mediocre life."

Feeling her hands' eagerness to please, yet so clumsy, Xie Fu felt amused and loving, and gently took her hands away.

With just one move, Zhuoer would not dare to go against him.

Xie Fu turned around and looked at the girl in front of him with sincere eyes. Even the water droplets on her snow-white cheeks were full of youthful and pure breath.

Xie Fu just smiled slightly and called out, "Good disciple."

Zhuo Er's eyes turned red and he pursed his lips, looking aggrieved.

"Dual cultivation of words and movements is not what you think."

Zhuo Er's eyes were filled with surprise and joy: "Master, you agreed!"

"Now close your eyes and recite a mantra with me carefully."

All appearances are false. If you see that all appearances are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata.

The practice of dual cultivation is just a form of contact, just like shaking hands. What is complicated is only the human heart.

……

In the Prince of Qi's Mansion, late at night, Qin Chuzhen was entertaining a guest in his study.

In front of this guest, Qin Chuzhen, the King of Qi, behaved humbly and modestly, because this guest was his biological father and the current emperor.

As the saying goes, one does not visit a temple without a request. Faced with his father's secret visit, Qin Chuzhen was trembling with fear, wondering whether his father had known everything he had done in secret.

Unexpectedly, the emperor talked to him about all sorts of things, not mentioning court affairs, political affairs, or the prince's affairs.

This made Qin Chucheng feel a touch of long-lost family affection, and he even recalled the scene when his father held him in his arms when he was a child. It seemed that since he began to read and write formally, the meeting between father and son became that between monarch and subject. Although he was a son, in front of the emperor, he was no different from other subjects.

"Chu Zhen, you are doing a good job as Jingzhao Yin. Although I didn't say it, I saw it all."

The emperor's sudden change of focus on state affairs made Qin Chuzhen's eyes red, because he was so eager to get his father's approval, but his father only had eyes for Crown Prince Qin Chucheng, no matter how extravagantly he spent money or how many ridiculous things he did.

  However, he, a man who had been working diligently, became a invisible person in front of his father. It turned out that his father saw everything. There was no more exciting moment than this!

"Chu Zhen, you must think that I am old and incompetent."

Qin Chuzhen knelt down quickly: "I dare not. In my eyes, father has always been wise and powerful."