The Romantic Soldier King

Ye Cheng buried his face into Mu Lingdie's hair and breathed in her unique fragrance. The hand placed on her waist gently rubbed her face, showing a rare calm expression. Even though the woman in his arms was so alluring, Ye Cheng only wanted to hug her like this.

Mu Lingdie used her strength to wrap her arms around Ye Cheng's waist, almost melting her body into Ye Cheng's body, burying her head on Ye Cheng's shoulder. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her beautiful face was filled with tranquility and serenity, all the longing turned into a silent hug, and the two of them hugged each other for five minutes.

"Cough, cough …" After all, she was happy for her disciple when her disciple found such a capable man. However, as time passed, they seemed to have forgotten about his master, and seeing Ye Cheng hold his disciple's face up to kiss, while Cheng Yuehua, a living person, became the air, Cheng Yuehua helplessly pretended to casually cough to remind the two of them that she was already in a state of oblivion.

"Mm …" Because Ye Cheng's hand had directly entered into Mu Lingdie's down jacket, Cheng Yuehua, who was behind her, could not see it at all. Mu Lingdie snorted and shook off Ye Cheng's big hand, which was about to play the fool, before turning her head away from Ye Cheng's hand. She took a step back and stole a glance at Ye Cheng, as if suddenly recalling something, and introduced him to Ye Cheng, "Oh, this is me.

Cheng Yuehua helplessly rolled her eyes. Towards this disciple of hers, she was truly speechless. Only now did she think of him?

"Yes, that time when a girl like you went out on a solo trip, I came to find you to treat Master Cheng's injuries. Master Cheng, how are you?" It had been quite some time since Ye Cheng had last seen her. That was when Ye Cheng saw her, and Cheng Yuehua was only wearing ordinary coarse clothes. But now, his current attire was no different from that of a rich woman in a high-end department store.

And from Ye Cheng's point of view, this Cheng Yuehua was at least in his fifties. And now, looking at his, how could this woman be in his fifties? To say that she was a young married woman in his early thirties, even Cheng Yuehua seemed to think that he was too big.

"What is it? You're surprised to see me? " When Cheng Yuehua was treated by Ye Cheng that time, the man who was her disciple became a little ambiguous. Seeing Ye Cheng look at him strangely, Cheng Yuehua did not feel awkward. She calmly looked at Ye Cheng and began the conversation.

Ye Cheng shook his head and said straightforwardly, "Although it's a little surprising, it's not everything. I'm just surprised that Master Cheng has such a fashionable time."

"Hmph, even if you have a flowery mouth, I still don't know how much Xiao Die likes you, and you don't need to call me master, I am old enough to be your grandmother's person, you can call me grandma, and since I have already entered society, I will dress up like the rest of the world, you don't have to mock my dressing. Also, last time I came to check on you after a month, I felt that you have indeed healed my injuries, so I came here specifically to thank you." Cheng Yuehua harrumphed, but her tone didn't carry much emotion. After all, she was a woman who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. The things that he had experienced far exceeded her imagination.

"There's no need for thanks. You're Little Butterfly's master, so being able to treat your injuries is my honor. If you really want me to thank you, then just let Little Butterfly thank me." Ye Cheng waved his hand and chuckled.

Hearing this, Mu Lingdie helplessly glared at Ye Cheng. What kind of person is this? How can he say such words in front of his master?

"Brat, your mouth is quite sweet. However, you …" Cheng Yuehua harrumphed and could not help but carefully size up Ye Chengji as a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Mu Lingdie was also confused by his master's strange action. Could it be that Ye Cheng had flowers on him, causing her to look puzzled, and she also followed his master in sizing him up. Mu Lingdie also suddenly felt that Ye Cheng was different, and he seemed to be different from before, but the specifics weren't the same, even Mu Lingdie, who was very familiar with Ye Cheng, could not tell what was going on, and could only feel that Ye Cheng's temperament was different.

"How... "What's wrong?" When Ye Cheng saw Cheng Yuehua looking at him as if she was a monkey, and the way the master and disciple kept looking at him as if they wanted to strip him naked, Ye Cheng stammered and took a step back while looking fearfully at the two of them.

"Tch!" What kind of expression is that, can Master and I eat you! " Mu Lingdie did not know what was going on, so she did not continue to guess. That was because Ye Cheng would tell her that she was angry when she saw Ye Cheng's vulgar look and would slap Ye Cheng's shoulder with his fist.

"Your strength seems to have increased quite a bit." Cheng Yuehua looked at Ye Cheng with a puzzled expression. Increasing one's strength was like stepping on a ladder, step by step. Ye Cheng had only not seen him for a few months, yet his strength had suddenly increased by so much.

"Sigh, Grand Master, you can also see that. It seems like my cultivation is not yet home! It's impossible to conceal my aura and strength." Ye Cheng sighed.

"Hmm, maybe it's because you haven't fully mastered this power that you can't control your own aura. But I heard from Xiao Die that you were injured a while ago. I'm surprised that your strength has increased so fast." Cheng Yuehua looked curiously at Ye Cheng.

"Actually, I can't tell you that. After I woke up from my injuries, my strength suddenly increased a lot. I still want to ask my master about this, but unfortunately, I haven't seen him in so many years." Ye Cheng smiled wryly.

"Oh? Increase strength after being injured? Stand up straight after breaking? Then, do you mind telling me your master's name? " The reason why Cheng Yuehua came to find Ye Cheng with Xiao Die was because she wanted to repay Ye Cheng for curing her previously. The second reason was because she wanted to ask who his master was, because she had been injured from the acupuncture points he had, but when Cheng Yuehua was young, he knew of a very powerful expert who could point the acupuncture points, and … Therefore, she wanted to ask Ye Cheng's master if it was him.

"At first I didn't know." Ye Cheng laughed bitterly. He felt extremely helpless. Back then, he didn't even know the name of his master, and he really wasn't qualified to be his disciple. He then asked, "Do you know my master?" Ye Cheng did not say his master's name because he did not know if this master was acquainted with his own master, nor did he know her relationship with his master.

"How would I know if you didn't tell me your name? I used to know a powerful expert with the Pressure Point Technique. He …" I found out that your technique seems to be similar to that expert's after you healed him, so I asked you if Master told you not to talk to anyone else about it. " She knew that there were some people who were afraid of revealing their name to others.

"Hehe, ever since I became a soldier, I haven't seen Master, so why would you tell me these things? My Master's surname is Lin, and his name is Lin Yifan." Ye Cheng naturally knew that Cheng Yuehua's injuries were due to the acupuncture point, so he was afraid that his master had a grudge with this grandmaster, but it didn't seem to be the case now.

"Lin Yifan?" Cheng Yuehua cried out in surprise. She immediately thought of her loss and pretended to be calm as she said, "He seems to be an expert. I have heard of his name."

Ye Cheng looked at Cheng Yuehua, a trace of doubt flashing through his eyes. Was it really as light as Cheng Yuehua had said? Looking at Cheng Yuehua's appearance just now, it didn't seem to be that simple. Could it be that this beautiful Cheng Yuehua that was even more feminine than Xiao Die was her master's wife? Lover? I didn't think that teacher would be such a debauchee, Ye Cheng thought evilly in his heart.

"Really?" Ye Cheng asked casually.

"Hmm, have you seen him recently?" Cheng Yuehua asked casually.

"How could that be? I haven't seen him for over ten years." Ye Cheng smiled wryly.

"Perhaps …"

"Maybe what?" Ye Cheng asked anxiously.

"Perhaps, in twenty days, you will meet your master at the auction in the East China Sea." Cheng Yuehua casually said as she lowered her head, revealing a look of hope and complicated emotions. Her beautiful eyes drifted away as she entered into a certain train of thought.

"Oh? "Really?" Ye Cheng was surprised, he didn't expect Cheng shi to say the same thing. Previously, Ye Sheng had thought that he would meet his master during the East China Sea incident, and now that Cheng Yuehua also said the same thing, it was pretty close.

Then, Ye Cheng suddenly thought of something. He looked at Cheng Yuehua and Mu Lingdie in confusion, "How do you know about the auction in twenty days? Are you invited as well? " The more Ye Cheng thought about it, the more likely it became. After all, Cheng Yuehua had already entered the ranks of experts, and she was even an expert from the older generation. It was reasonable that she was invited, but why would Yue Hua come?

"Hehe, you are quite smart, we were indeed invited to the East China Sea, but we came early, and the key is that little butterfly insisted on coming early." Cheng Yuehua said with a smile.

"Hmph, you are my master, so the decision is yours. In your heart, you also want to come early, right?" Mu Lingdie blushed from Ye Cheng's stare and said to his master in dissatisfaction. It was obvious that she was very close to his master and her disciples. Fortunately, other than the master and his disciples, she seemed to be friends.

"If you miss me, then just say it directly. I miss you too." In his heart, however, he was somewhat shocked. What was the Hong Alliance planning this time? Could it be that they were going to bring in all of the experts in China and even the experts from abroad? The Hong Alliance was courting death.