Chapter 119: Getting What One Wishes For

The room, the light dim and yellow.

When Luo Zijun walked in, he immediately noticed something was wrong.

The window was already closed.

On the bed, new bedding had been put on, and a strange piece of white cloth had been spread out.

On the bed curtains, there were even a few small flowers pinned.

The Young Maid had put on a new skirt and new embroidered shoes, dressed up beautifully, and was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a smile on her lips.

That small face carried two blushes of a young girl, and her eyes were full of sparkling anticipation.

Luo Zijun suddenly remembered something.

"That, Xiaohuan, tonight this Young Master..."

"It's fine, Young Master. You do your snoring, and this servant will play her own game; it won't trouble you. Come, get on the bed quickly."

The young girl still had a smile on her face, not discouraged or disappointed in the slightest.

Instead, she looked even more high-spirited.

Luo Zijun: "..."

Why did he suddenly feel a bit scared?

"Ahem..."

She was just a little maid, what was he afraid of?

Did she really think that after reading a few little books, she was battle-hardened and invincible?

Luo Zijun walked straight over, took off his shoes and clothes, and got into bed.

The young girl pursed her lips and smiled, took off her embroidered shoes, revealing a pair of small, cute, and delicate maiden jade feet that could barely be held in one hand, then got onto the bed, knelt there, and untied the curtains.

The curtains slowly slid down, covering the two of them inside.

The light was hazy, and the scent of incense filled the air.

The shadows of the two were cast upon the curtains, sitting opposite each other, motionless.

"Pfft..."

The young girl suddenly couldn't help but laugh, and said in a crisp voice: "Young Master, are you really that afraid of this servant?"

"Heh, what am I afraid of? If anyone should be afraid, it's you."

"But Young Master, why are you wrapping yourself so tightly in the quilt? And you haven't even taken off your trousers."

"Didn't you not take yours off either."

"Won't Young Master help this servant take them off? Alright then, this servant will take them off herself."

On the curtains, the petite and slender silhouette bent down.

"Hee hee, Young Master don't be afraid, this servant will be very gentle..."

The petite and slender silhouette finished speaking with a giggle, then raised her hands to remove the hairpin and hair accessories from her head. A head of jet-black, beautiful hair immediately cascaded down, which she smoothed together and placed diagonally across her chest on the right side.

Then, she raised her hands and untied the red string behind her neck.

Luo Zijun hurriedly said: "Don't untie it."

"No, this servant wants to untie it! Young Master, hurry up and snore away, don't worry about this servant, this servant doesn't need you to move."

"Ahem, what I meant was, I will... I will untie it..."

"Young Master likes to untie it yourself?"

"Mm."

"..."

Outside the window.

A bright moon quietly climbed onto the treetops, as if peeking through the gaps in the window to see something.

The breeze brushed past the windowsill, seemingly lingering out of curiosity as well.

Before long.

From inside the curtains came the young girl's timid voice: "Young Master, this servant... this servant is afraid..."

The young girl who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, feeling she could control everything, had now become submissive, soft, and weak.

And soon after, her whimpering pleas for mercy came from inside the curtains.

This night, she finally understood a truth.

What is imagined and what is reality are perhaps not the same.

Someone who looks very strong at first might be very weak in reality; and someone who looks very weak at first might be terrifyingly strong in reality.

She was truly weak, and the Young Master was truly strong.

"Woo—"

Outside the window, the wind blew, wailing and sobbing like a piece of music played on a vertical bamboo flute, continuing until the second half of the night.

The time of one night passed quietly.

The next day.

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

When Luo Zijun got up feeling refreshed to practice in the backyard, the young girl was still lying on the bed, wrapped in the quilt, sleeping sweetly, with tear stains still remaining at the corners of her eyes, though her lips carried a satisfied smile.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

In the backyard.

The strong wind whistled, the shadows of his fists grew faster and faster, and his figure moved with increasing speed.

Last night's intimacy had not brought him any fatigue; instead, it had suddenly cleared away the restless heat that had been accumulating in his body for many days, making him feel much more comfortable.

The Kaishan Fist was struck faster and faster, more and more fiercely.

The power contained within it also poured out, much like a surging flood.

The morning sun soon rose slowly.

The night was dispelled, and ten thousand rays of light spilled upon the Human Realm.

After a night of deep sleep, one's spirit and energy suddenly felt brand new, radiating vibrant vitality once again.

When Xiaohuan woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

Looking at the messy and disheveled sheets and quilts, looking at the plum-blossom-like spots on the white cloth, and thinking of the scenes from last night, the little girl felt shy, happy, sweet, satisfied, and fulfilled all at once.

Of course, she also felt very embarrassed.

She had thought that since she had read so many books, she knew everything and would make Young Master beg for mercy, but who would have thought that as soon as it began, it was she who begged for mercy...

"Ying..."

Thinking of last night's intimacy and Young Master's gentleness, she suddenly covered her hot little face and burrowed into the quilt, twisting her body in shyness and happiness, making soft whimpering sounds.

After another while.

She suddenly threw off the quilt and got up: "Oh my, I must hurry up and wash the clothes and the quilt; I can't let Young Master think I'm lazy."

She hurriedly put on her clothes and got out of bed.

"Bang!"

The backyard.

Luo Zijun punched the wooden stake he had set up, and the stake instantly shattered into pieces.

When he had practiced until he was covered in sweat, he took off his top.

His firm, taut skin shone with a charming luster under the sunlight; the muscles that constantly tightened and released power, along with his flat skin and flesh, formed a beautiful outline.

Sweat continued to ooze out and slide down in the sunlight.

He kept repeating it.

When Xiaohuan finished washing the clothes and came to the backyard, seeing this scene, her little face turned red, her heart raced, and she thought to herself: No wonder Young Master is so... powerful.

In the evening.

While Luo Zijun was in his Medicine Bath, he recalled his training during the day and always felt something was missing.

Soon, he realized it: he lacked practical combat training.

When he went to the Martial Official, that Yang Shixiong had also told him that if he wanted to progress faster and possess stronger power, he must undergo practical combat training. Only by frequently facing crises and dangerous battles could he unleash the potential within his body and temper his body more quickly and thoroughly, which would also make his future cultivation speed faster.

Judging from the battle in the woods below the Academy last time, he indeed had a great need for practical combat experience.

"I will go to that martial artist shop tomorrow to take a look."

He suddenly thought of the Wooden Plaque that the shop owner had given him when he went to buy medicinal herbs last time; with that Wooden Plaque, he could join a team leaving the city to hunt Demon Beasts for free once.

Always hiding in the mansion to cultivate alone definitely wouldn't work.

Since he had embarked on the path of martial arts and wanted to become strong quickly, there were some dangers he had to risk.

Building a cart behind closed doors won't produce a good cart.

He did not go out today.

After the Medicine Bath, he practiced the Liehuo Finger in the backyard for a while longer.

At the Si hour, he finished his practice and returned to his room.

The little girl seemed very well-behaved tonight; seeing him enter the room, she hurriedly hid under the quilt, wrapping herself tightly, her eyes even showing some fear.

Luo Zijun found it amusing and deliberately scared her: "Xiaohuan, we'll continue tonight. Last night was your first time, and Young Master was gentle with you and didn't have his fill; tonight we'll play to our hearts' content, and Young Master will play with you many more times."

Upon hearing this, the little girl was terrified: "Young Master, no... that won't do, this servant... this servant is sleepy..."

Luo Zijun said: "It's fine, you can just snore away, this Young Master will play by himself."

The little girl: "..."

Luo Zijun looked at the little expressions on her face and couldn't help but laugh.

Only then did Xiaohuan realize he was deliberately scaring her; she huffed, pouted her little mouth, and said: "Young Master, don't be smug. Once it doesn't hurt anymore, I'll show you, hmph!"

Luo Zijun took off his clothes, got into bed, pulled down the curtains, and said: "This Young Master will wait; just don't be the one begging for mercy then."

Thinking of her embarrassing performance last night, the little girl let out a "Ying" and shyly burrowed into the quilt to hide.

Luo Zijun laughed as he got under the quilt, held her small feet, and said: "Alright, sleep. This Young Master still has to cultivate tonight; I don't have time to play with you."

Xiaohuan poked her head out from the quilt and said with a face full of admiration: "Young Master, I saw you practicing in the backyard today; you were so amazing."

Luo Zijun said: "Are this Young Master's fists big?"

"Big, very big."

"Are they hard?"

"Hard, very hard."

"If a fist hit you, what do you think would happen?"

"This servant would... would cry for a long time."

"Only cry?"

"It would also hurt, I would bleed, and I might die. Young Master, this servant will be very, very obedient in the future; can you please not hit me?"

"Hmph, we'll see how you behave."

"Young Master, this servant will definitely behave well. Once I've rested, I'll work hard myself, bury my head and toil away, so Young Master can have a good rest."

"..."

The two chatted for a while longer before the little girl finally closed her eyes and slowly drifted into dreamland.

Outside the window, the night grew deeper.

Luo Zijun waited for a short while longer before closing his eyes, preparing for Soul Out-of-Body.

At this moment, that Copper Mirror suddenly received a message.

He took it out from his Storage Bag and glanced at it.

Sure enough, it was from that person called "Fairy of the Jade Pool" again: 【Can't sleep】

Luo Zijun replied directly: 【Get lost】

Since the person on the other side was a lunatic and nothing could be asked of her, there was no need to be polite, and he would not waste any more time on her in the future.

Just as he was about to ignore her, a message came back.

Fairy of the Jade Pool: 【Can't sleep, took a selfie of a fairy sleeping, does anyone want to see it?】

Luo Zijun was stunned; could this Copper Mirror even take selfies?

So magical?

Dongfang Junnan: 【What fairy sleeping picture, send it to me to see, otherwise I won't believe you are a fairy】

Fairy of the Jade Pool: 【Oh】

Luo Zijun stared at the Copper Mirror, waiting for a long time, and just as he was about to ignore the other party, a picture was actually sent over!

On a piece of rice paper, a long-haired woman was drawn in a crooked manner; the woman was drawn extremely ugly, with a pointed face and long mouth, looking like a monster, lying on a bed and acting coquettishly.

That bed was also drawn in a ghastly manner.

This was the "Fairy Sleeping Picture"?

Dongfang Junnan: 【???】

The other party did not reply again.

Luo Zijun cursed under his breath, put down the Copper Mirror, closed his eyes, and began Soul Out-of-Body.

Having had the first experience, the second time today was much simpler.

He calmed his heart and focused his spirit.

His soul flew out from the top of his head with ease and drifted onto the roof.

At this moment, there really was a feeling of being light and ethereal like an immortal.

He flew up and down, left and right, all around the room; after becoming proficient, he passed through the wall and flew into the living room and several other rooms.

After flying for a while, he suddenly felt a bit cold, so he hurriedly returned to the room, preparing for his soul to return to his body.

With his current soul strength, he could not leave his physical body for too long, unless he possessed another physical body. And to cultivate and strengthen the soul, one also needed to possess other physical bodies.

However, according to the book, to possess another physical body, the soul must be at least ten times stronger than the soul of that physical body to succeed.

The stronger the soul, the easier the possession.

If the other party's soul is more powerful, once your soul enters their body, you will be severely injured at best, or at worst, you might even be directly devoured by the other party.

"Ten times..."

Luo Zijun pondered secretly.

With his current soul strength, he could probably only possess some small animals; if the other party's soul were slightly stronger, it likely would not succeed.

Just as he was thinking while preparing for his soul to return to his body, he suddenly heard a "squeak" sound coming from the roof beam.

Looking up, a mouse with eyes flickering with fluorescent light was sniffing and crawling on the beam.

A mouse?

His gaze suddenly brightened, and he decided to try this little thing's body first.

"Whoosh—"

He floated straight up.

The little mouse seemed unable to see him, still sniffing and crawling forward on the beam.

Following what was written in the book, Luo Zijun condensed his entire soul into a mass, began to quickly accumulate power, and then struck as expected, pouncing directly onto it.

"Get in!"

His soul suddenly turned into a black shadow and "swished" into the little mouse's body.

The little mouse's crawling movement suddenly stalled and stopped right there.

At the same time, its pupils began to dilate.

The moment Luo Zijun entered, he discovered that he seemed to have entered a pitch-black world, but he saw the blurry phantom of the mouse ahead at a glance.

He rushed up from behind and knocked it unconscious with one punch.

The instant the mouse phantom passed out, his vision and consciousness suddenly became clear.

At the same time, tiny threads were densely stuck to his body, with the other ends extending in all directions.

Each thread seemed capable of controlling one thing.

Luo Zijun opened his eyes and looked at the world before him.

This was his room; everything around was clearly visible.

On the bed below, his physical body was sitting there motionless.

Under the quilt, Xiaohuan was sleeping sweetly.

He had now become a mouse, or rather, he was now controlling the body of a mouse.

With a movement of his Divine Sense, he began to crawl forward.

At first, he was cautious, fearing he would fall from the beam, but after crawling a few steps, he found it very simple and easy, like walking on flat ground.

He accelerated, crawled steadily across the beam, and burrowed into a hole in the wall.

"Squeak, squeak..."

He tried to call out and found he could control that easily too.

I jump!

He suddenly leaped up.

I roll!

He suddenly began to roll around inside the cave.

I'll bite!

He immediately opened his mouth, revealing sharp rat teeth, and began biting at the air beside him.

Tsk tsk, looks not bad.

He toyed with the rat's body for a while longer, followed the cave forward, and then crawled down from the corner of the wall.

He decided to go out and take a look.

Now that he had the rat's warm body for protection, he was no longer afraid even if there were fierce winds or thunder and lightning outside.

"Whoosh!"

He burrowed out of the cave and arrived at the small courtyard outside.

A silver moon hung in the night sky.

The night breeze blew, bringing the sultry heat of summer, and the sound of frogs croaking had already begun to drift over.

Within this Anguo Mansion, there was a large lake, many ponds, as well as many gardens and small animals, resembling a pastoral landscape.

Luo Zijun enjoyed the night air and scenery on the corridor for a while before continuing to crawl toward the small courtyard.

Possessing a living creature, experiencing the various sights of the night, and enduring the wind and rain of the night—this was the cultivation of the divine soul.

Of course, the initial stage of cultivation is relatively simple. Running around and wandering about at night is enough.

Once the cultivation reaches the later stages, it will naturally become difficult.

Currently, it is Night Wandering possession; the next realm is Day Wandering possession.

Only after constant tempering through these two stages can one strengthen the divine soul, and only then can one enter the Object Manipulation Realm.

Divine soul Object Control—that is the beginning of possessing combat capability.

"Squeak, squeak..."

Just as he was strolling through the small courtyard thinking about things, the sound of another rat calling suddenly rang out from the grass nearby.

Then, a petite rat crawled out from the grass, raised its head, looked at him, and "chirped" at him.

Luo Zijun was actually able to understand the other party's meaning immediately: "Hey, want to come over and mess around with me?"

That rat chirped while starting to lift its rear, circling in place, shaking its head and wagging its tail, looking quite flirtatious.

"Squeak, squeak..."

!

"Come on, come on..."

Seeing him standing there in a daze, the rat called out a few more times, then actually took the initiative to run toward him, sniffing at his rear while squeaking anxiously.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

The little rat urged him anxiously while unable to resist wanting to lick him.

Luo Zijun suddenly kicked his hind legs, landing a blow on its nose, which immediately made it "squeak" in pain; he then suddenly turned around and, with a "whoosh," slammed into it and sent it flying.

"Damn it! Even after turning into a rat, I still have to be coveted and lusted after by these female rats?"

Anger rose from Luo Zijun's heart and malice grew from his gall; he leaped up again, pounced, and instantly transformed into a kung fu rat, raining punches and kicks down on the little rat on the ground.

He beat the other party until it was "squeaking" for mercy, looking confused and doubting its rat life.

She was born so beautiful that other male rats would fawn over her and show off all their skills upon meeting her, hoping to gain her favor and have her mate with them; who would have thought that today, she took the initiative to ask this guy to mate, and not only was he not flattered or grateful, he actually started beating her up!

Damn it! What happened to the law of the rat world? What about justice?

"Squeak, squeak..."

"Brother, stop hitting me, I was wrong, I won't try to mate with you anymore..."

While hitting her, Luo Zijun squeaked in response: "Call me Grandpa!"

The little rat: "Grandpa, stop hitting me, I was wrong, wuwuwuwu..."

Luo Zijun gave her a few more fierce punches, beating her until her nose was bleeding and her face was bruised and swollen, before letting her go, his rat eyes wide as he said: "If you dare to have any improper thoughts about me again, see if I don't beat you to death!"

"Grandpa, I won't dare to again..."

The little rat cried and begged for mercy, then scrambled up and ran away, disappearing into the grass and diving into a hole.

Before diving into the hole, she turned her head and cursed: "You stinking pervert, don't ever think any female rat will mate with you again!"

After some activity, Luo Zijun felt refreshed, and his control over this physical body became increasingly proficient.

He ran around the small courtyard for a while longer, then squeezed through a crack in the door, preparing to use a rat's perspective to see other parts of the mansion.

Who would have thought that just a few steps after leaving the door, he would suddenly feel a bone-chilling coldness wash over him.

He looked up and was scared out of his wits.

On the courtyard wall in front, a small cat with snow-white fur was crouching silently, a pair of amber eyes staring at him coldly and chillingly.

"Whoosh—"

At this moment, the white cat suddenly leaped off the wall like lightning and shot toward him!

The fear of cats was not only deeply engraved in the rat's bones, but it also transmitted through the rat's body into Luo Zijun's divine soul.

At this moment, Luo Zijun almost peed himself in fear.

He hurriedly turned his head and fled back the way he came, his body trembling and his limbs weak.

"Swish!"

Fortunately, he hadn't gone far from the door, and the moment the white cat pounced, he had already squeezed back through the crack.

The white cat stopped outside the door, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly jumped up onto the courtyard wall.

Luo Zijun didn't dare to linger; after entering the small courtyard, he fled to the corridor at top speed, then burrowed into the cave he had come out of, quickly returning to the room.

By this time, the white cat had already jumped into the small courtyard, staring coldly at the room's window.

"Hoo..."

"Hoo..."

Back in his room, Luo Zijun was still trembling all over, his heart filled with fear and dread.

He did not dare to hesitate, immediately flying out of the mouse's body and returning to his own physical form, his spirit returning to its vessel.

The moment his spirit returned to his body, his heart, which had been hanging in his chest, finally settled down.

The warmth and intimacy of his physical body enveloped him.

He finally stopped trembling, feeling a familiar sense of security.

It was too terrifying...

Looking at the Daidai mouse on the ground, he still felt a lingering fear.

He hadn't expected that practicing by possessing a living creature would be so dangerous; he had almost been swallowed in one gulp by that cat.

He wondered if his spirit would have had time to escape if he had truly been swallowed by the other party.

It seemed that in the future, he should choose slightly stronger living creatures, at least ones not as dangerous as the one just now.

Thinking about it carefully, felines should be relatively safer.

They can jump, leap, and climb trees, and they are very fast; if they encounter danger, they can just run away.

Moreover, within this city, a cat's natural enemies should be relatively few.

Unlike mice, which everyone shouts to beat, and which even dogs want to chase and bite a few times when they see them.

After pondering for a while longer, he decided to try possessing a cat tomorrow night.

If he could successfully possess one, he would use a cat's body for a while to properly temper his spirit.

Thinking of this.

He got off the bed, went over to push open the window, and looked at the small courtyard outside.

That little white cat had already left.

However, the palpitation from being suddenly pounced on and hunted by the other party just now still remained.

The mouse he had just possessed had already regained its senses, crawled into its burrow, and disappeared.

But soon, in the burrow in the Diyuan of the small courtyard outside, in a place he could not see, that mouse was suddenly besieged and bitten by two female mice.

One of the small mice was exactly the female mouse that had been beaten up by Luo Zijun earlier.

At the same time.

The little white cat that had just chased the mouse jumped over the courtyard wall, strolling alone and leisurely through the mansion under the moonlight, its posture looking quite elegant, as if a queen were inspecting her realm.

Soon, it arrived at a small courtyard.

In the small courtyard, a window suddenly opened, and the voice of a young girl complaining came from inside: "Where have you been? Hurry up and come in to keep me company while I sleep! Remember to wash your little feet clean."

The little white cat looked at her, as if it could actually understand her words, went over and jumped into a basin, washing its feet with elegant movements.

"Creak..."

The door opened.

A pretty young girl wearing a pink dress ran out from the room, her skirt fluttering like a beautiful butterfly as she flew in front of the little white cat.

"Bai Bai and Qingqing are both asleep, and Young Lady has gone out too, so only you are left to keep me company."

The young girl picked up the little white cat, kissed it on the head, and then took it back into the room and crawled under the covers.

"Behave with your little paws, you aren't allowed to touch my chest. My chest has been so swollen and painful lately, it must be growing again; by then, I'll definitely be able to catch up to that girl Qingqing."

The young girl giggled and closed her eyes while hugging the little white cat.

Outside the window, it was already the third watch of the night.

The next day.

After Luo Zijun got up, he went to the backyard to practice for a while.

After the morning sun rose, he ate breakfast, gave some instructions to Xiaohuan, and went out.

He changed into a martial artist's tight-fitting outfit in a small alley, put on a Bamboo Hat and Mask to cover his face, and then continued walking forward.

After wandering around the nearby streets and alleys to ensure no one was following him, he turned into that martial artist shop.

The shopkeeper didn't have any particular reaction to his attire.

He probably saw it often.

Many martial artists who came to the shop to buy things did not want others to see them, lest someone covet the money or medicinal herbs on them, or infer their cultivation progress or what kind of techniques they were practicing based on the herbs they bought, and so on.

Most martial artists had enemies, so many things naturally had to be kept secret.

Luo Zijun entered the shop and, without beating around the bush, directly took out the Wooden Plaque the shopkeeper had given him last time, handed it over, and said, "Boss, I want to follow a team out of the city to hunt."

The shopkeeper took the Wooden Plaque, looked it over carefully, and smiled: "There are no spots for the next two days. If the guest is willing to wait, there will be spots in seven days; I can help you register in advance."

"Seven days later?"

Luo Zijun calculated the time; it wasn't a day for lessons, so there shouldn't be anything else that day.

"Fine, then seven days later."

The shopkeeper nodded, took out a roster, and asked: "What is the guest's name?"

Just as Luo Zijun was hesitating, the shopkeeper smiled again: "Just say any name to register so there's a way to address you; you don't have to use your real name."

Only then did Luo Zijun set his mind at ease, pondered for a moment, and said: "Dongfang Junnan."

The shopkeeper: "..."

It was quickly registered.

Luo Zijun took back the Wooden Plaque, left the shop, and agreed to come back in seven days.

He walked through the streets and alleys.

In a small alley, he took off the Bamboo Hat and Mask, changed into a Confucian robe, and then turned into the Chujian Bookstore.

"Young Master Luo, the Young Lady is upstairs reading."

Seeing him enter, Xiao Lan hurriedly greeted him in a crisp voice.

This voice could naturally be heard upstairs as well.

Bi'er's voice immediately came from upstairs: "Did Young Master Luo not bring any other young ladies today?"

Luo Zijun replied: "I did, I brought three today."

Bi'er said: "Hmph, then I won't let you come upstairs!"

Luo Zijun went straight upstairs and said: "Your young lady hasn't even spoken yet, yet you have so much to say."

Bi'er pouted and said: "My young lady is too embarrassed to speak, fearing she might offend Young Master Luo, but this servant is not afraid."

This Young Maid was just holding a rag, wiping the bookshelf, and seeing him come up, she let out a hmph.

Luo Zijun walked straight over, rubbed her head, then suddenly used force to press her down to sit on the floor, saying: "That's for talking too much."

Bi'er immediately scrambled up from the floor, clutching her head and annoyed: "Young Master Luo is so rude, so bad, not like a refined and cultured scholar, hmph!"

Luo Zijun replied: "You are also very fierce, with such a big temper, not like a well-behaved and honest Young Maid."

Bi'er giggled and said: "Who says a Young Maid must be well-behaved and honest? My young lady is already too well-behaved and honest; if this servant were also well-behaved and honest, wouldn't everyone be able to bully us?"

Luo Zijun said: "Then who says a scholar must be refined and cultured? If everyone were like that, wouldn't they always be bullied by some fierce little maids?"

Bi'er giggled again: "Young Master Luo is slandering people, this servant wouldn't dare to bully you. If you get angry, my young lady won't want this servant anymore."

Liu Chujian stood up from the table, watching the two bicker with a face full of smiles, her eyes filled with tenderness and the shadow of someone.

"Talk less, do more; if you are lazy, I will have your young lady sell you."

Luo Zijun rubbed the little girl's head again, threatened her, and went over to the table.

Bi'er touched her head, pouted and said: "My young lady wouldn't sell me, only you would be that bad."

Luo Zijun walked to the table, looked at the smiling young girl before him, and said deliberately: "Liu, why not sell Bi'er to me? You name a price."

Liu Chujian smiled and said: "Alright, what price does Young Master Luo want to offer? Bi'er is so cute, if it's too cheap, I won't sell."

Luo Zijun said: "One tael of silver, I'll buy her back and beat her every day, and once I've beaten her into submission, I'll sell her to someone else."

"Hmph! You're the one who's only worth one tael of silver!"

The Young Maid snorted, not afraid of him at all, and continued wiping the bookshelf.

Liu Chujian smiled and said: "If Young Master Luo really likes her, actually it's fine without money, I'll give her to you for free. As long as you don't beat her and treat her well, that's enough."

Luo Zijun said: "That won't do, I'm buying her back specifically to beat her every day. If I can't beat her, what use do I have for her?"

Bi'er curled her lips behind the bookshelf and ignored that bad guy.

Liu Chujian smiled, stopped joking, picked up a new book from the desk, handed it to him, and said: "Young Master, take a look, the Qiannu Youhun you wrote is out."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Luo Zijun hurriedly took it and lowered his head to read.

The cover was black, with a pitch-black night, an ancient forest, a full moon hanging in the night sky, and then the shadow of a woman with her back turned, whose face could not be seen clearly.

The atmosphere was there.

He flipped to the first page and looked at it carefully.

"Looks pretty good..."

He commented.

Liu Chujian smiled and said softly: "I have checked the text on this one by one, there are no typos, and the layout is correct. On the back of some pages, I even specially drew pictures corresponding to that part of the plot."

Hearing this, Luo Zijun raised his head to look at her, then continued to lower his head and flip through it.

Sure enough, many pages had an illustration on the back, and with just a few strokes, the illustration captured the atmosphere and characters of that part of the story; the drawing skills looked quite exquisite.

Luo Zijun raised his head and looked at the young girl in front of him: "Did you draw all of these?"

Liu Chujian nodded, smiled slightly, and said: "What does Young Master think?"

She looked at him with bright eyes, a smile on her lips, as if waiting for his praise.

Luo Zijun, however, suddenly shook his head and sighed.

The smile on the young girl's face disappeared instantly, and a trace of anxiety and nervousness immediately appeared in her eyes; she hurriedly asked: "Young Master, is it... not quite suitable? I... I will go and have them delete it right away..."

Luo Zijun said: "It's not that it's not suitable, it's too suitable, it's too beautiful, it matches the story plot perfectly, it's simply flawless!"

Liu Chujian was stunned and said: "Then, then why did Young Master just shake your head and sigh?"

Luo Zijun said: "I just saw that Liu is so talented, skilled in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and I suddenly felt inferior."

Liu Chujian immediately giggled, then gave a light "hmph" and said: "Young Master loves to tease people."

Her eyes were shimmering with ripples, full of smiles, and her heart was full of joy.

Being able to receive his praise, she was naturally happy.

She could be happy for many days, many days.

Luo Zijun continued to flip through it, and while reading, he sighed: "I feel that even without the text I wrote, just these paintings by Liu would be worth a lot of money."

Liu Chujian smiled: "Young Master doesn't need to praise me like that; if it weren't for Young Master's story, I wouldn't have been able to draw these pictures."

Luo Zijun nodded and said: "That's true, green leaves match red flowers, heroes match beauties..."

Having said this, he suddenly paused and looked at the young girl in front of him.

Two red clouds immediately flew onto Liu Chujian's fair cheeks, but she looked at him with smiling eyes and said: "Is Young Master a hero?"

Luo Zijun said without blushing: "Of course."

Liu Chujian asked with a smile: "Then what about this young lady? Am I a beauty?"

Luo Zijun nodded and said: "Of course you are. If Liu is not a beauty, who else in this world would dare to call themselves a beauty?"

At this moment, Bi'er suddenly said from not far away: "What about that childhood sweetheart of Young Master Luo? Is she a beauty?"

Luo Zijun lowered his head to flip through the book, pointed to one of the illustrations and said: "This picture is drawn even better, the character's clothes are fluttering, lifelike, as if she is about to fly out of the book. Liu's drawing skills, I am truly convinced, hand and foot, completely convinced."

Liu Chujian smiled and said nothing.

Luo Zijun finished flipping through it quickly, looked at the sky outside, and just as he was about to take his leave, Bi'er suddenly said, "Young Master Luo, I won't speak anymore. In the future, when you come upstairs, I will go down. Could you stay with my Young Lady a little longer?"

As she spoke, she immediately went downstairs with a "thump, thump, thump."

It was quiet upstairs for a moment.

Just as Luo Zijun was about to speak, the young girl in front of him said with a smile on her face, "If Young Master Luo has matters to attend to, please go back first, and take this book with you. This young woman still needs to check the story that Young Master wrote last time."

"Mm."

Luo Zijun glanced at the book in his hand, then looked at her and said, "I still have to go back to study, so I won't disturb you further."

"Mm."

The young girl responded softly.

Luo Zijun did not linger any longer; he turned and walked toward the stairs.

The young girl paused for a moment, followed him, saw him all the way downstairs and out of the shop, and stood at the entrance for a while before returning.

Bi'er lowered her head and admitted her mistake, "Young Lady, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken out of turn."

The young girl did not speak and went upstairs quietly.

After being silent upstairs for a long time, she finally sighed softly and murmured in a low voice, "How could I possibly be qualified... to compare with her? She and he are childhood sweethearts, while I... am just a woman he met in a Brothel... I will never, ever... be able to compare..."

After Luo Zijun left the shop, he walked for a distance, then his gaze suddenly turned toward the street ahead.

He then decisively turned right into a small alley to take a detour!

If his Senior Sister saw him, she would surely drag him into the shop again, tempting and tormenting him in all sorts of ways, causing him to have wild thoughts all day long and unable to calm his mind.

How could he cultivate like that?

It was better to avoid her.

In a few days, when the time is right, he would go and see her then.

"Meow—"

When he entered the Anguo Mansion and was walking toward the Junzi Residence, he suddenly saw that little white cat he had seen last night again.

At this moment, that little white cat was squatting on the courtyard wall ahead, looking at him with cold, condescending eyes; its snow-white, soft fur and temperament looked elegant and charming.

"Little cat, if you have the guts, don't run tonight; I'll show you who the boss is!"

Luo Zijun looked at it for a few moments and walked past.

The little white cat squatted on the courtyard wall, watching his back walk away quietly, and then leaped nimbly down from the wall.

(End of this chapter)