lcionline Chapter 322 Entanglement
Chapter 322 Entanglement
An open conspiracy, an absolutely open conspiracy.
What a vicious and cunning scheme!
Wang Xu knelt down before Jiang Ming: "Master, I had no such intention. My loyalty is as clear as day!"
He said to Shen Yao with resentment, "Fairy Shen, if you want my life, you can take it as long as the hall master agrees!"
"No." Shen Yaoteng stood up abruptly: "Is it really necessary? If you don't want to, then forget it. What would I do with your life?"
Wang Xu hated her to death and continued to pledge his loyalty to Jiang Ming: "Master..."
Jiang Ming turned his head and gave him a cold glance, signaling him to leave.
Wang Xu quickly retreated and left the room, still feeling lingering fear and a chill running down his spine.
This is truly an unexpected disaster.
Shen Yao felt a deep sense of disgust. She muttered as she sat down, "Kneeling down at the slightest disagreement, so old-fashioned and blindly loyal."
What's wrong with being her follower?
With an inexhaustible supply of perfect stones, there would be no endless tasks, no need to be mindful of anyone's feelings, and no need to kneel anymore. How wonderful that would be.
Wang Xu was unaware of his good fortune and missed out on a great job opportunity.
Jiang Ming forced a smile: "What do you see in him?"
"Loyal, huh?" Shen Yao glanced at Jiang Ming with a hint of jealousy. "Who wouldn't envy you for having such a loyal and good subordinate?"
Wang Xu escaped unharmed.
Jiang Ming's smile returned to normal: "Stop being envious, let's eat."
After finishing their meal, they sent Shi Bao back to the alchemy room and then returned to the Fengshen Hall to continue practicing their swordsmanship.
When practicing swordsmanship, Jiang Ming was extremely strict in his teaching, and no mistakes were allowed.
His face remained expressionless from beginning to end, overly serious, even gloomy.
His sharp eyes were fixed on her mistakes: "Wrong, start over."
"Spiritual energy must be injected instantly. If you're too slow, start over."
"Clip your wrist, don't keep it flat. Try again."
"wrong."
"Start over..."
He spoke calmly when he made a mistake, neither hitting nor scolding, but his imposing manner was so intimidating that it was frightening to behold.
Shen Yao was very focused when practicing her knife skills, but she always habitually used sword techniques, making frequent mistakes.
Because of the frequent mistakes, she was very unhappy, and her expression became increasingly cold.
It looked like two aloof and icy immortal cultivators were locked in a deadly swordsmanship duel.
"You forgot again." Jiang Ming coldly reminded him: "When using a knife, spiritual power must be injected instantly, gathering the spirit in the blade, so that the killing power is greater."
When wielding a sword, the infusion of spiritual energy should be gradual, covering the entire blade, so that it can injure the enemy from all sides.
Although swords and sabers have some things in common, they are ultimately different.
Shen Yao was exhausted after practicing all afternoon, mainly because she was mentally exhausted. Why did she keep making mistakes?
I was in a bad mood, so much so that I ate two fewer bowls of rice at dinner.
Back at Maple Garden, she played with Shi Bao on the swing and chatted with her son for a long time, but her mood didn't improve.
Shi Bao has a regular lifestyle and goes to bed at a certain time every day.
Shen Yao escorted him back to his room, and after watching the child fall asleep, she returned to the red maple tree to swing on the swing.
Jiang Ming spent the whole day with her, leaving his work to be dealt with after dinner.
There wasn't much to do today, but by the time I finished, it was already late.
The afterimage shimmered in the moonlight, standing silently at the gate of Maple Red Garden.
The fairy who haunted his dreams sat leaning against the swaying swing.
The swing swayed slowly, and her pale white dress lightly covered her shoes.
Jiang Ming had a vague feeling that the old grudges were all illusions, and that he had always had a wife and children, living a peaceful life.
Shen Yao noticed he was back, but she was too lazy to greet him.
She rested her head on the swing vines, her eyes downcast and lost in thought, her mood low.
On the swing, Jiang Ming sat next to her: "You've been unhappy since dinner, what's wrong?"
Nobody provoked her...
"Sigh..." Shen Yao sighed deeply, her face full of worry: "I always make mistakes. Even though I know what to do, I still do it wrong."
"Shi Bao is better at it than I am."
So that's what it was about.
Jiang Ming stopped the swing and pointed his index finger at her hand from a distance: "Hold out your hand."
Shen Yao was puzzled. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out her hand.
Jiang Ming pulled her hand over and gently tapped the side of her ring finger with his warm fingertip.
Her hands were delicate and soft, white and flawless. Jiang Ming drew a circle under her thumb with his fingertip: "We are high-level cultivators with strong self-healing abilities. Even if we use spiritual weapons for a long time, our hands will not develop calluses."
He spoke so seriously that the caress didn't seem like he was taking advantage of anyone.
“In ordinary low-level cultivation, if one practices swordsmanship, thin calluses will grow in these two areas.”
His fingers moved to her palm and drew circles on it: "If you practice with a sword, calluses will grow on your palm."
After he finished speaking, he released her hand and clenched his own fist in his sleeve, rubbing it.
He was extremely nervous, but his face was solemn and serious: "Those cocoons are the physical memories of cultivators practicing spiritual martial arts."
"You practiced swordsmanship first, so your body is filled with the memories of sword techniques. Now that you've switched to using a spirit blade, it's normal for those sword techniques to cause trouble."
"There's no rush."
Shen Yao spread her hands to look at it: "How long will it take to fix it?"
Glancing at her palm out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Ming got up and left the swing: "Focus on your cultivation, you'll be able to correct it eventually. It's getting late, go back to your room and sleep."
Shen Yao got up and followed him into the hall.
She pointed to the door to the side room: "I'll still sleep in the side room."
She really loved sleeping on the Fire Spirit Stone Bed.
Jiang Ming hummed in agreement, and just like last night, he walked away with a carefree air, striding upstairs with great poise and self-control.
His performance gave Shen Yao a great sense of security.
Her words and actions all told her that the environment here was excellent, so she could focus on her cultivation.
In reality, his spiritual consciousness still wanders around aimlessly all day long.
It's just that if it's placed far away, at a safe distance, it's hard to spot.
Venomous snakes camouflage themselves in the jungle, waiting for their prey to lower its guard before launching a swift and deadly attack.
Jiang Ming has always been very patient.
He was too preoccupied with his thoughts and slept very lightly.
Once his spiritual senses confirmed that she was fast asleep, he sneaked into her room like a damp, sinister male ghost.
Despite being a celestial lord, he excels at concealing himself in the darkness.
Jiang Ming stood by the side hall door, his gaze fixed on the Fire Spirit Stone Bed.
Looking through her body to see her soul, you can never get enough of it.
Compared to the clay figure Zhao Zhen sculpted for her, Jiang Ming preferred her current appearance, always feeling that this was her true form.
Crescent-shaped eyebrows, phoenix eyes, crescent-shaped lips, oval face…
To be honest, it's much prettier than before.
It just makes her seem colder.
She appears aloof but has a lively personality.
Laugh when you want to laugh, make a fuss when you want to make a fuss, be yourself and live life to the fullest...
Jiang Ming loves this contrast in her personality.
He wasn't bound or disciplined by the rules of aristocratic families and sects, and his soul grew freely. The more he spent time with him, the more he liked him.
She sleeps terribly, and the blanket is kicked off and hanging at the end of the tatami mat.
His body lay horizontally on the stone bed, with half of his head hanging off the edge.
She was still clutching the pillow tightly, her long, black hair hanging down beside the bed.
Five years ago, during the few days I spent with her in the secret room, she would start moving around soon after falling asleep, either kicking him or hugging him like a pillow.
When she wakes up, she usually clings to him, then frantically shrinks into the corner of the bed, accusing him of having ulterior motives.
Even when Jiang Ming once tied her up with a spirit rope, proving that she was indeed the one who did it, she still stubbornly refused to admit it.
So cute.
He thus sought out and fell into torment, guarding his memories while searching for sweetness amidst a mountain of knives.
Until he entered a life-or-death ordeal.
She left without a second thought.
The hatred I had been thinking of taking back last night slowly resurfaced.
Jiang Ming looked at her profile and tried hard to suppress his hatred.
It doesn't matter, it's all in the past.
They were able to live peacefully together until Shi Bao came of age.
If he still cannot change before the child grows up, she is determined to settle the score with the grudge.
Then he accepted his fate.