Lu Jinglan is going crazy.
Is the junior sister crazy, or is she crazy?
However, it's not over yet.
"Sister, you know me!" Xie Wanwan's voice became softer. "I am not the kind of person who is shameless and indulges himself."
"But, after meeting Brother Jiang, I really, really couldn't control myself."
"I feel like I'm possessed by a demon. He's the only one in my eyes and in my heart."
"What sect rules, etiquette, and reserve seemed to have become unimportant at that moment, and were all thrown out of the window."
"Senior sister, you have been practicing celibacy for so long and you are so arrogant. No man has ever really caught your eye or made your heart flutter."
"But now, Brother Jiang has appeared. He is different. Can you really not feel it?"
"How long are you going to continue to deceive yourself?"
"There are only us sisters here, no one else knows."
"Why not be a little bold for yourself?"
"Brother Jiang He is not the kind of person who always gives up. I can feel that he will definitely be responsible for us."
Speaking of this, her voice was filled with sweetness.
"Really, senior sister, when I combine with him, what I can feel is not just physical."
"There is another kind, the transmission and resonance of the soul, he will not ignore us."
"Shut up, you... shut up!"
Lu Jinglan felt like his brain was about to explode.
Xie Wanwan Every word he said was like a hard blow on her shaky heart.
Especially the last few sentences about combination and spiritual transmission.
It made her even more ashamed and angry.
There was also a vague feeling of panic at being told something central.
She leaned against the table with all her strength, almost unsteady.
However, Xie Wanwan's offensive has not stopped yet.
She seemed to have made up her mind.
I must use the most extreme words to crush senior sister's last struggle.
"Sister, don't deceive yourself anymore. In life, many things need to be done according to the rules."
"But there must be a time when you have to live for yourself!"
Her voice suddenly rose in pitch.
With an almost crazy boldness. "Sister, what I told you just now is not false, it is true."
"I can responsibly say that I have achieved all the achievements, all the insights, and all the happiness I have achieved over the thousands of years of practice!"
"It's not as happy as spending an hour with Brother Jiang!!!"
"!!!!!!"
Lu Jinglan froze completely, his pupils dilated to the extreme.
Thousands of years of practice are not as good as one hour of happiness!
Is it really so happy?
How is this possible?
The path of spiritual cultivation pursues immortality, Great Dao, Transcendence.
How can it be compared with that kind of mortal desire of the flesh?
But!
Why is her heart beating so fast?
Why are her cheeks so hot?
Why did the face of Jiang Yantian appear uncontrollably in her mind?
Will the kind of spiritual transmission described by Xie Wanwan make her feel an inexplicable throbbing and yearning?
No!
Wrong!
This is the inner demon.
These are lies caused by junior sister being corrupted by evil desires.
Can't listen, can't believe it!
Lu Jinglan suddenly covered his ears and gasped violently.
His eyes looked at the slightly shaking curtain with horror.
"Crazy, you are really crazy!" she murmured to herself.
The voice was trembling.
Inside the curtain, Xie Wanwan stopped talking for the time being and just waited quietly.
Waiting for senior sister to make her choice.
Should he walk away, or should he take that step and fall with her?
"Sister, is it really wrong for me to do this?"
The voice of Xie Wanwan sounded again.
This time there was a hint of confusion.
But it is more about the persistence of seeking recognition. "There seems to be nothing wrong with pursuing what you love in your heart, right?"
She sought truth from facts. "Our immortal sect, those who practice are not Supreme Emotionlessness's Dao of Ruthlessness."
"In the end, we are still humans and living beings."
Xie Wanwan's tone gradually became a little excited. "We have seven emotions and six desires, including joy, anger, sorrow, love, hatred, stupidity and resentment."
"These are all innate, why should they be suppressed or even treated as a scourge?"
She paused and lowered her voice. "Not to mention us disciples, even Master, I'm afraid I can't completely avoid it!"
"Shut up!" Lu Jinglan's nerves, which were already on the verge of collapse, were severely pulled again.
She interrupted sharply, "How dare you... How dare you speak ill of Master? And you say such rebellious words!"
Connect the Master with the seven emotions and six desires?
In her opinion, it is a kind of blasphemy in itself.
Master Qiong Yu, in her heart, has always been a model of being unsullied and devoted to the Tao.
It is the pillar belief of the Yuanhao Immortal Sect!
Xie Wanwan seems to have expected this reaction from senior sister.
She sighed softly, and that sigh contained too many complicated emotions.
"Sister, I'm not talking nonsense."
Xie Wanwan's voice became extremely serious. "Master... she actually has a sweetheart."
"!!!"
Lu Jinglan was shaken all over, as if he had heard a fantasy!
Jiang Yantian, who had always pretended to be in a vegetative state, was dumbfounded.
Damn it!
If Qiong Yu in ancient times had a sweetheart, he would leave immediately.
Damn it, don't do this kind of thing.
But he didn't speak, he just listened.
"What did you say?" Lu Jinglan had already asked.
I couldn't believe my ears.
"I overheard this, and I don't dare to lie about it." Xie Wanwan said firmly.
"Once, I went to ask Master for advice on a practice problem, and it happened that Master was deep in meditation."
"I didn't dare to disturb you, so I waited outside the door."
Her voice seemed to bring Lu Jinglan back to that scene. "Then I heard it."
"Master is in trance and seems to have fallen into some kind of dream. She is talking in her sleep."
"The voice was very soft and vague, but I could hear clearly. She shouted repeatedly, "Don't go, don't leave me... I love you so much..."
"That tone was full of sadness, nostalgia, and even pleading."
"That is definitely not the tone of a stoic and aloof master!"
Lu Jinglan was dumbfounded and his breathing stopped.
Master, are you talking in your sleep?
Shouting to love someone so much?
"And, the strangest thing is..." Xie Wanwan continued, "Master himself seems to be completely unaware of this matter."
"After she woke up, everything was as usual, nothing strange, as if the sleep talk had never happened."
"So, I speculate that it may be an emotion deep in Master's subconscious that even she herself has not noticed or is unwilling to face."
"???"
Lu Jinglan is completely confused.
Junior sister's words are too informative and have too strong impact.
On the one hand, she instinctively felt that this was impossible.
How could Master have such mundane concerns?
On the other hand, she also knows Xie Wanwan.
I know that although this junior sister sometimes behaves erratically, she would never dare to tell lies and spread rumors out of thin air on such an important matter involving Master.
That is tantamount to blaspheming the teacher and is a serious crime!
"Really... is this really happening?" Lu Jinglan's voice trembled in disbelief.
Everything that happened today was constantly refreshing her cognitive bottom line.
At this moment, I feel like my world view is about to crack.
"It's absolutely true, junior sister would never dare to lie about this kind of thing!" Xie Wanwan assured categorically.
"It's just that I can't confirm more details, but one thing..."
She hesitated for a moment, as if reminiscing, and then lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
"In his sleep, Master, in addition to shouting not to leave and to love each other, he also vaguely shouted a name?"
"What's your name?" Lu Jinglan asked subconsciously, his heart beating like a drum.
Xie Wanwan took a deep breath and said word by word, "Imperishable Devil Emperor."
"Imperishable Devil Emperor?" Lu Jinglan exclaimed, eyes widening.
Devil Emperor?
The one the Master cared about in his dream turned out to be Devil Emperor?
This shocked her a hundred times, a thousand times more than hearing that Master had a sweetheart!