What a good disciple, why does he have a mouth?

"No, Master, it's such a waste to use such beautiful hands to wash dishes. What if they hurt your skin?"

Tang Yu quickly waved his hand and said.

[My master's hands are so white and soft, you could practically use them to wash dishes.]

Even if you use it to wipe your butt, it's still a crime.

"..."

Qiu Xiaozhu's lips twitched slightly, unsure whether she should hit the kid or be grateful for his praise.

Occasionally, she would wonder if her master was really as good as this guy thought.

Regardless, she did feel happier after taking on this apprentice.

Having someone to talk to is always better than sitting alone in a sea of flowers, lost in thought and feeling the breeze.

After tidying up, Tang Yu wiped her hands and walked to Qiu Xiaozhu's bedside.

Qiu Xiaozhu was sitting on the bed reading a book.

Seeing Tang Yu approaching, she looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Master, I'm sorry, I have to go."

Tang Yu said softly.

Upon hearing Tang Yu say she was leaving, Qiu Xiaozhu's hand, which was about to turn the page, froze in mid-air, and she suddenly felt a strange sense of tension.

She frowned and asked, "Where are you going? Is there something you need?"

"It's hard to say, but I'm really leaving now. Take care, Master."

Tang Yu sighed.

"Tell your master what's wrong, and your master will help you."

Qiu Xiaozhu grabbed Tang Yu's arm and said nervously.

"Master, you can't help me. My stomach is upset and I need to poop. If I don't leave soon, I'll have to poop."

"..."

He realized that he had been tricked by this scoundrel of a disciple again.

She grabbed Tang Yu's arm and dragged him onto the bed, wrapping one arm around his neck and forcefully pulling his mouth open with the other.

"Master... this isn't a good place."

Even with her mouth being pulled, Tang Yu still managed to mumble incoherently, but she felt extremely pleased with herself.

[Although my mouth hurts a little from being pulled.]

[But my head feels good.]

[Leaning against Master's chest, it feels so sweet and soft.]

[My master must be worried that I rack my brains every day trying to cook, so he's deliberately letting me relax like this.]

[With a master who loves his disciples so much, my life has been worthwhile.]

"..."

Qiu Xiaozhu immediately released Tang Yu, preventing him from pressing his head against her chest.

Then, with a look of disgust, she dragged Tang Yu to the door and threw her away forcefully.

A person spun dozens of times in the air before crashing near the outhouse.

Tang Yu skillfully got up from the ground, dusted herself off, and said gratefully.

"Master deliberately tossed me over so that I would have to walk less and have an easier time. These kind details have truly moved me deeply."

Although Qiu Xiaozhu was standing at the door, about ten meters away, she could still hear the extremely cloying flattery.

She closed the door, speechless, wanting only to be alone.

After relieving myself in the outhouse.

Tang Yu then returned to her small bamboo house to rest.

In this remote mountain area where there is no signal at all, in the Nine Heavens Alliance.

There really aren't many entertainment options at night, which is why so many male disciples want to find a girlfriend.

Having a wife means you'll have entertainment at night, right?

"Look what Ye Qiu is doing."

Tang Yu routinely monitors Ye Qiu's daily life to see what plans he has up his sleeve.

Tang Yu was shocked when she saw it.

Ye Qiu was in his thatched hut, lying on the bed with a ferocious yet excited expression, and a stick of Heart-Questioning Incense burning beside him.

"Tang Yu, you beast, get off my wife! She's mine!!!"

Suddenly, he blurted out a sentence that nearly made Tang Yu choke to death on the spot.

After the Heart-Questioning Incense ended, Ye Qiu, looking excited, muttered "one last time" and began working on his family's traditional craft.

Although she couldn't understand it, Tang Yu was shocked and chose to silently cut off contact.

Needlework is best left unseen.

How did Ye Qiu even learn such a fancy trick as asking for Heart-Questioning Incense?

What if the rest of the Nine Heavens Alliance learns this too if things continue like this?

Wouldn't that solidify his reputation as a lecherous scoundrel?

Having received important information but not the information she wanted, Tang Yu couldn't help but sigh.

I saw moonlight drifting in through the window.

Tang Yu leaned against the window, her gaze fixed on the sea of white flowers outside.

Bathed in moonlight, the sea of flowers resembled a fairyland. If Master were to smile amidst them, it would surely be an absolutely breathtaking sight.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up a purple bamboo flute from the table and prepared to play a little tune from his hometown.

Holding the purple bamboo flute to her lips, Tang Yu suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Because this is my master's purple bamboo flute.

I saw her secretly play it a few times before, but then it just sat on the table unused.

Tang Yu brought it back with her when she packed.

Ugh, wouldn't the top smell like Master's?

"What's wrong with an indirect kiss? A true master and disciple wouldn't care about that."

After humming twice, Tang Yu, with a clear conscience, began to play the purple bamboo flute.

Qiu Xiaozhu, who was leaning against the bed preparing to finish reading and then go to sleep, suddenly heard the sound of a flute coming from outside the window.

She put down her book and listened carefully for a while, then became immersed in the sound of the flute.

The sound of the flute was mournful, like a lament, like a yearning, like weeping, like a complaint; its lingering notes were faint and persistent.

After the flute music stopped.

Coming to her senses, Qiu Xiaozhu immediately put down her book, jumped out of the window, and ran to Tang Yu's bamboo house in a few steps.

"Master, did I disturb your sleep?"

Seeing her master running over, Tang Yu quickly asked with a smile.

"No, you can play the flute?"

Qiu Xiaozhu asked, her round eyes wide with cuteness.

"It depends on what kind of xiao (vertical bamboo flute). I only know how to play this kind of xiao; I don't know any others."

Tang Yu quickly replied.

"What was that you just played? It sounded so good! Could you teach me?"

Qiu Xiaozhu walked to the window, tiptoed, and asked, like a student secretly learning from outside the classroom.

"The piece I just played is called ' Flying Snow, Jade Flowers,' a tune from my hometown. It's quite simple."

Tang Yu smiled and began demonstrating to Qiu Xiaozhu, but her feelings were somewhat complicated.

[Ahem, it seems Master didn't realize this was her flute.]

[But even if they find out, it shouldn't be a big deal.]

[Ahem, speaking of which, I don't know why Master always smells so good.]

[The flute I played always smelled nice.]

Qiu Xiaozhu was almost speechless with confusion.

When did this guy take his flute and start playing it???

Seeing that the guy's mouth was pressed against hers, Qiu Xiaozhu felt inexplicably embarrassed.

Although the master-disciple relationship is good, it's not this good.

After Tang Yu finished playing the tune "Flying Snow, Jade Flowers," she handed the flute to Qiu Xiaozhu and said, "Master, you play it, and I'll teach you how to play."

"OK."

After Qiu Xiaozhu took the flute, she still decided to wipe it twice with her sleeve, which made Tang Yu feel a pang of heartache. Her master was being too distant.

After teaching Qiu Xiaozhu for five minutes...

Tang Yu then realized what the problem was.

Master... she seems to have a poor ear for music?

However, as a young master who was proficient in musical instruments, Tang Yu felt that his expectations were too high.

He began, "Master, you probably haven't played the flute much, have you?"

"No, I just studied it on my own from the book, but I didn't learn it well." Qiu Xiaozhu blushed slightly, feeling rather embarrassed.

The main reason was that when I was reading the book, I saw the female protagonist playing the flute, which seemed very artistic.

She tried it out of the blue, but the results were not ideal.

"Then I'll teach you some introductory pieces first."

Seeing Qiu Xiaozhu tiptoeing for a long time, Tang Yu simply climbed out of the window and taught her to start with the rather simple song, "Kikujiro's Summer".

After teaching for half an hour...

Hearing Qiu Xiaozhu reluctantly finish playing the tune "Kikujiro Didn't Live Through This Summer,"

Tang Yu, deeply moved, said, "Master, you..."

"How's it going? Any progress?"

"Yes, I used to have some skill involved, but now it's all about feelings."

"..."