Eternal Taoist King Chapter 17

Fang

Yu raised his hand to flip Qiu Yue's hair as he spoke.

Her

cheek burned with a crimson heat, "Brother Fang…"

"I'll

go out and buy some cakes and spiritual wine later. How about talking with me

in my room tonight?" Fang Yu whispered to her.

Qiu

Yue felt her ears burning. Though she understood what other sisters usually did

in Fang Yu's room, she was fascinated by him.

"Uh,

I'll come…" She said in a low voice.

"So,

feed it to Song Ning." Fang Yu gave a piece of elixir to her.

Qiu

Yue took the elixir and puzzled, "Fang Yu, what's it?"

"Take

it easy, it is non-toxic. I just want to teach him a lesson. He made the master

so angry that all disciples suffer. Shouldn't he be fixed?"

Qing

Yue nodded, "Yes, you are right. He is so unappreciative."

"Now

it's over to you, remember to come to my room at night." Fang Yu pinched her

cheek gently.

Qiu

Yue was secretly pleased and she watched Fang Yu leave. Then she carried Song

Ning to the wood room with the elixir in her hand.

Though

she had no idea of why Fang Yu said that Song Ning had led to Leng Yuexiao's

failure, she agreed that Song Ning had made the master angry indeed. He was

just an ordinary disciple and the elixir was not poison. Fixing him could

please Fang Yu, so why didn't she do that?

In

the wood room, Song Ning lay on the woodpile vaguely.

Qiu

Yue saw him lying unconscious. She finally made up her mind and fed him the elixir.

With

everything done, she left the wood room quickly.

…

In

late autumn the weather was a little cold. The moon hung in the midair, faintly

adding some coldness to the late night.

Leng

Yuexiao was placed in confinement. She opened the window and watched the layers

of silver waves. She couldn't help sighing in her mind, "Why was the master so

angry? She even confined me to the room…"

She

had bright eyes, white teeth and tender lips. She raised her delicate hands to

tuck her hair behind. Her black hair swept in the wind. A myriad of thoughts

crowded into her minds.

"Without

me, he would not have been in such a dangerous situation, he might live a life

of ease, he would…" Leng Yuexiao found herself very sentimental unconsciously.

Suddenly,

she heard a sound of footsteps. Immediately, Red Maple appeared in her room.

"Master."

Leng Yuexiao bowed hurriedly.

Red

Maple gave a flick of her sleeve and sat on a chair, "Do you know you did

something wrong?"

"I…"

Leng Yuexiao hesitated.

Red

Maple let out a long breath, "Xiaoxiao, the cultivation process is truly filled

with fights, during which even brothers and sisters, parents and teachers may

become enemies with you. Your indecisive character doesn't work."

"Sorry,

master." Leng Yuexiao nodded.

"Xiaoxiao,

for the Magic Taoist Scripture, think

it carefully. If you cannot find a way in one month, I would refine him

forcibly," said Red Maple.

She

nodded, "Yes, master."

"Reflect

on yourself here. Don't get out." Red Maple swung her arms and left like a

sweeping wind.

Leng

Yuexiao sat in her room, looking at the moon and sighing. For Song Ning who

could only live another month, she felt guilty about it, because it was caused

by her.

"Does

he wake up?" Leng Yuexiao murmured.