Chapter 235: White hair floats on green water

Since it involved the mystery of Little Bai Mao's background, Lu Xingzhou, as a friend, had to step up: "Do you want me to help look for clues?"

Ye Tinglan glared at him: "Is your injury healed? Can you even muster any strength now? And you're playing the hero!"

Lu Xingzhou felt it; the state of complete powerlessness from a few days ago had improved a lot. He could walk and jump normally, but when he tried to muster true qi or magic power, he felt a bit listless and couldn't get it up.

Soul injuries were indeed the most troublesome type; even though it looked like nothing was wrong, it just felt off. His current strength was no different from an ordinary person.

Fortunately, he was by the side of the world's number one, so he never felt unsafe during such times of weakness.

But after these few days of recuperation, at least he wouldn't feel needle-pricks or dizziness when thinking. He said: "I can help come up with ideas."

"That's not necessary..." Dugu Qingli said blankly: "Since you are a wounded patient, just rest well. Coming to the Tianshuang Kingdom was my own training; I never intended to ask anyone for help. Otherwise, with Master... Uncle here to help, I wouldn't have to do anything."

Lu Xingzhou thought to himself that your Junior Martial Aunt probably doesn't want to help you right now; it's more important for you to leave quickly.

Glancing at Ye Tinglan, who was indeed indifferent, Lu Xingzhou thought for a moment and said: "Teacher could go find Si Han."

Ye Tinglan said: "Why find him?"

"With the Ice Prison Sect in this situation, it might not necessarily be an enemy. Let Si Han act as a go-between for us; maybe we can cooperate."

Ye Tinglan was startled and looked at her disciple; both were silent.

In their thinking, they had never considered cooperating with a demonic sect; only this stinky demonic disciple could think so logically.

Ye Tinglan even thought, Lu Xingzhou doesn't want to conflict with the Ice Prison Sect, is it because the Ice Prison Sect and the Yama Palace are allies?

Thinking of this, she even felt a bit sour and said coldly: "Then why need Si Han to act as a go-between? The Yama Palace's Judge could just come knocking on the door."

Lu Xingzhou: "..."

Teacher, have you forgotten? Your persona right now is Yuan Muyu; shouldn't it be the Yama King herself coming to the door?

Sure enough, a fish's memory is only seven seconds; Sister Fish is also a fish.

"I'm not a Judge anymore; I'm afraid I don't have that kind of face." As Lu Xingzhou said this, his hand quietly reached out from under the table and pinched Ye Tinglan's little hand, signaling her not to forget the role she was playing.

Ye Tinglan's eyes widened; she glanced at her disciple in a panic, her heart pounding, and quickly pulled her hand back.

Just that one touch, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Too stimulating.

Dugu Qingli sat upright, her eyes slightly lowered, as if she hadn't seen anything: "You don't need to come to the door. I will go see the State Lord Si myself; the two of you don't need to consider whether to help me or not. Healing is the priority."

Seeing her disciple still looking blank, Ye Tinglan felt it was better to send her away quickly, so she stood up: "I'll see you off."

Lu Xingzhou suppressed his curiosity and wisely didn't follow.

The master and disciple walked side-by-side on the small town's street; the atmosphere was a bit awkward for a moment, and no one spoke first.

Actually, Ye Tinglan knew she couldn't hide it from her disciple, but being caught red-handed by her disciple was just too awkward; she had to find a step to get past it first.

Although Dugu Qingli wasn't very worldly, which meant she often had to be given a formulaic concept to understand worldly affairs, in reality, her Sword Heart was clear, her heart was as clear as ice, and it wasn't easy to hide anything from her. Not to mention that this master herself was standing right in front of her, and she hadn't even disguised herself; how stupid would one have to be to be fooled and not recognize that it was Master?

If it were a clever person like Lu Xingzhou, they wouldn't have had that first half of the performance where they refused to believe it and had to get to the bottom of it; they would have just laughed and played along. With Dugu Qingli, she still had to hit the south wall a few times before stopping.

But she finally stopped and defaulted to "this is Junior Martial Aunt"... which meant she should have understood.

This growth in worldly wisdom probably equaled a year of training.

The two walked silently for a long time before Ye Tinglan broke the silence: "Qingli..."

Dugu Qingli said in a low voice: "Does he know?"

Ye Tinglan knew what she was asking about without a subject.

If Lu Xingzhou knew her identity as the Heavenly Jade Holy Mistress and could still talk to her, that would be too terrifying... Not to mention he was Qingli's friend; having designs on a friend's master would probably make Qingli have a bad opinion of Lu Xingzhou.

Ye Tinglan thought for a moment; Lu Xingzhou truly didn't know when he had designs on her, so she said: "He doesn't know; he thinks I'm a teacher from the Alchemy Academy."

She paused and added: "And I have never admitted it."

Dugu Qingli's expression visibly relaxed; her tensed shoulders slumped, and she said in a low voice: "That's good. If Master can let go of the unnecessary shackles imposed on herself and face her heart, perhaps one day in the future, she will be able to glimpse the Formless."

Ye Tinglan smiled: "You're lecturing me now? What do you know about the Formless."

Dugu Qingli curled her lips: "We are practitioners; this is what we should be focusing on."

"The Formless is too far away, but Master's Great Barrier of Qian-Yuan does indeed show signs of loosening." Ye Tinglan sighed: "These years... I have been drawing a circle on the ground as a prison. Perhaps back then... she was right."

Dugu Qingli turned to look at her master and felt that her master's beauty index was a bit over the limit; she was breathtakingly beautiful.

It made Little Bai Mao, who had long been regarded as a monster, feel a bit inferior, and she subconsciously said: "Master, you are so beautiful; no wonder he is moved."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt inexplicably sour in her heart.