After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 50 - Took a bite

Chapter 50: Took a bite

“The Ziyuan True Person has arrived.”

With a disciple’s light call, everyone turned their gaze to the white-clothed woman approaching through the sky. The Ziyuan True Person, in a plain white Taoist robe, untouched by dust, saw Luo Yueguan sitting on the cliffside watching the sunset and sat down beside her.

“Would you actually come here to watch these juniors?” Ziyuan’s voice carried a hint of surprise.

“I came to ask you for a pot of wine,” Luo Yueguan’s eyes reflected the light and shadow of the setting sun.

She and Ziyuan were naturally acquainted, having been Senior Sister and Junior Sister in the same sect. They had come a long way and naturally had a good relationship. Hearing Luo Yueguan’s words, Ziyuan just laughed, “I’ve already promised to give away four pots of wine, keeping one for myself. If you want to taste it, I can share half a cup with you.”

“Half a cup is enough for who?” Luo Yueguan glanced at her reproachfully, “Just watch, later all those pots of wine will end up in my courtyard.”

“Oh?” Ziyuan followed Luo Yueguan’s gaze and saw Jiang Huai painting Luo Qingyu.

She vaguely remembered Jiang Huai and had heard the rumors about Luo Yueguan personally calling off the engagement a few days ago.

Curious, she asked, “Didn’t you call off the engagement?”

“It’s not really calling off the engagement, it’s complicated to explain, I’ll tell you later,” Luo Yueguan replied softly.

Out of curiosity, Ziyuan used her spiritual sense to glance at Jiang Huai’s painting and was stunned for a moment.

Then she suddenly laughed, “Doesn’t the woman in this painting look like you?”

Luo Yueguan also looked over. Jiang Huai was clearly painting Luo Qingyu, but Luo Qingyu was her younger self. Looking at the woman in the painting, Luo Yueguan was momentarily stunned and after a long silence, she also smiled gently.

“Qingyu does look like me.”

Jiang Huai painted quickly. In just the time of two incense sticks, the ink on the canvas had dried. The disciples who had been attracted by his Go skills and zither playing now turned their gaze to his painting, and for a moment, they were all taken aback.

The sound on the mountain top went from a moment of silence to an uproar of admiration and envy.

Those who had painted the sunset or women also came to see the painting, and after a moment, they beat their chests and stopped painting. Some disciples started to make noise. Since the challenges of zither, Go, and painting had been passed, and no disciple could challenge him further, what about the last challenge?

The Qingxuan Sect also had its own Poet Immortal, but he hadn’t arrived due to being drunk the night before. The disciples couldn’t help but regret it, and some went to invite the little Poet Immortal. If he were here, he certainly wouldn’t let Jiang Huai steal the show.

Luo Qingyu was naturally surrounded by many gazes. She hurried to Jiang Huai’s side, snuggling into his embrace. Jiang Huai held her gently, lowering his head slightly to look at her pale little face, reaching out to gently poke her cheek,

“Your little face is so red.”

“You’re embarrassing me,” Luo Qingyu’s cheeks rubbed gently against his chest.

Jiang Huai looked at the remaining ink on the brush and pondered for a moment before lightly adding a line of poetry to the blank space on the painting.

Ziyuan and Luo Yueguan’s eyes stayed on Jiang Huai’s brush, and they were also curious about what kind of words he would write. Jiang Huai had just written two characters when Ziyuan already praised softly.

“Good writing.”

“Good writing?”

“Can’t you see?” Ziyuan turned her head and smiled.

“Stop acting mysterious,” Luo Yueguan tugged at her sleeve, dissatisfied.

Her path of cultivation had never been as easy as Chu Xianning’s or Ziyuan’s. She had no time for the luxury of appreciating the arts. Her understanding of zither, Go, calligraphy, and painting only began after she became the sect master and finally felt a sense of security. She gradually started to appreciate them but still found them ethereal and couldn’t grasp their essence.

“His writing is rounded and smooth, containing the essence of swordsmanship and the charm of the Dao. Just from the sharpness of the characters, one can tell that he practices the sword of emotion, yet he is not confined to emotion, being free and easy. Even in the Eastern Region, it’s hard to find many who can write such characters.”

Luo Yueguan felt an inexplicable joy. She couldn’t explain why, perhaps because Jiang Huai would be her son-in-law in the future, and it felt as if she was basking in his reflected glory.

Jiang Huai wrote quickly, and the four lines of poetry were soon finished. Because Luo Qingyu was close and blocking the view, Ziyuan couldn’t see what he had written and stood up to get a closer look.

Suddenly, a shout came from the crowd—it was the Qingxuan Sect’s little Poet Immortal.

“Let me see, let me see,” the little Poet Immortal, reeking of alcohol, seemed to have just woken up from a drunken stupor and was invited to join the gathering.

He saw the crowd surrounding Jiang Huai and Luo Qingyu, pushed through the crowd, and came in front of Jiang Huai’s painting. Looking at Luo Qingyu in the painting, he was stunned for a moment, then his gaze fell on the line of poetry in the lower right corner.

The little Poet Immortal, who had been drunk, suddenly froze. He rubbed his eyes, his lips moved slightly, and his body began to tremble. Staring at the poetry for a long time, he finally slowly turned his gaze to Jiang Huai.

“This poem…. did you write this poem?”

“Sort of.”

Jiang Huai was a bit guilty.

It was copied, so it definitely couldn’t be considered his own, but if he said it wasn’t his, he couldn’t explain the origin of the poem. The little Poet Immortal’s eyes went from shock to ecstasy and then to deep regret as he began to beat his chest and stomp his feet.

“Why can’t I write such verses?” he said, taking up the wine jug to his lips and gulping down a large mouthful before collapsing to the ground, supported by a disciple.

Only then did the crowd see the four lines of small characters on the painting.

【Clouds wish to dress her.

Flowers long to adorn her face.

The spring breeze sweeps the threshold, dew glistens with grace.

If not atop the mountain of jade she is seen, she would be under the moon at the jade terrace.】

Ziyuan finally saw the words on the painting. Her lips moved slightly, murmuring softly, and soon her eyes were intoxicated with the artistic conception of the poem. Luo Yueguan didn’t understand much of this, just silently looking at the woman in the painting and the four lines of small characters, her eyes gradually becoming somewhat dazed.

After a moment, she laughed lightly.

In her life, she had made many mistakes, but fortunately, she had done one thing right.

Ziyuan True Person came through the crowd and handed four pots of Forgetsorrow Wine to Jiang Huai.

The disciples were all convinced by Jiang Huai, and the four pots of Forgetsorrow Wine belonged to him today. Jiang Huai looked at the Forgetsorrow Wine in his hands and took out one pot, hoping to share it with the disciples on the mountain top.

Ziyuan had no objections, as it was a gift to him, and he could do with it as he pleased.

Although the wine pot seemed small, it contained a vast space inside, and the disciples on the mountain top could each have a small cup. The disciples were immediately overjoyed, toasting Jiang Huai one after another. Jiang Huai was not one to refuse, holding Luo Qingyu gently in his arms. Luo Qingyu was as docile as a kitten, watching many people come to pour wine for Jiang Huai, feeling the heat of Jiang Huai’s body against hers, and her cheeks also blushed.

It wasn’t until the full moon hung high that the gathering finally ended. Jiang Huai rubbed his eyes a little to clear his head and took Luo Qingyu’s little hand back to the courtyard. Luo Yueguan followed them, her purple skirt fluttering, and a faint fragrance in the air.

Jiang Huai leaned drowsily on the long chair while Luo Yueguan was teaching Luo Qingyu to dance.

Luo Yueguan had naturally also received some of the Forgetsorrow Wine and was slightly tipsy. The sect master of Luo, now more enchanting and seductive, was elegant in her purple dress, her dance moves so supple and enticing. Her jade feet lightly tiptoed, and the glimpse of her fair skin under her skirt made Jiang Huai, leaning on the chair, start to see stars.

Luo Qingyu’s head was dizzy, and after learning for a little while, she ran out of energy and fell asleep next to Jiang Huai. Luo Yueguan seemed to be in a good mood, her dance skirt fluttering non-stop like butterfly wings.

“The poem you wrote for Qingyu, they all say it’s very good.”

“I just wrote it casually.”

After all, copying is still copying, and Jiang Huai felt somewhat embarrassed to praise himself.

“What if I want it too?”

Luo Yueguan gazed into his eyes, and Jiang Huai was momentarily stunned before shaking his head the next second, “No!”

Hah, intentionally leaving those indecent clothes in my room last night, then pretending to check again in the morning, was it all just to make fun of me?

You don’t know but Jiang Huai Jr. sure holds a grudge.

“Can’t write?”

“Can’t write.”

“Why can’t you write?”

“No inspiration.”

“How can you get inspired?”

“Would Sect Master Luo dance something nice for me?”

Perhaps it was the alcohol talking, but Jiang Huai felt a sudden boldness, and his words carried a hint of frivolity.

Luo Yueguan covered her mouth and laughed, “What would you like to see?”

“I’m actually just a common man. I don’t appreciate anything too refined. Occasionally, I go down the mountain to the Fengyue Tower to listen to music. The women there dance in a seductive and gentle manner. I wonder if Sect Master Luo is skilled in such dances?”

“What if I am?”

“Then I would be inspired.”

“Morals.”

Luo Yueguan scoffed coldly, glancing at him with a hint of disdain.

Jiang Huai felt somewhat embarrassed and was about to speak when Luo Yueguan had already turned and walked back into her room. When she emerged again, she was dressed in a red dance gown. The fiery red dress made her look like a dew-covered rose, the red hem contrasting sharply with the whiteness of her collarbone. The light from the flowstone gathered around her, making her seem as if she was growing wildly in this beam of light, burning with intense heat.

Luo Yueguan sat on the ground, her butt pressed against the porcelain floor, facing Jiang Huai. She slowly lifted her long legs, allowing the hem of her skirt to fall naturally. Her enticing long legs seemed as if they were reaching out to claim lives.

Jiang Huai felt dizzy watching her as her smooth calves moved seductively in mid-air, then suddenly rose like a fox, her waist and hips twisting into an exaggerated curve. Her eyes didn’t need to feign charm; they were already a collection of a thousand enchantments.

There, under the moonlight in the courtyard, she danced a kind of dance she once despised. Looking at Jiang Huai’s dazed eyes, she felt an indescribable sense of release in her heart. So she twisted her waist even more gracefully, her gaze lingering on his eyes, wanting to see his eyes light up even more.

Luo Yueguan danced closer and closer until she was beside Jiang Huai. She gathered her red dress and sat on his lap. She turned her head, leaned close to Jiang Huai’s eyes, and gently hooked his chin with her hand.

“Like this… are you satisfied? Little guy.”

“Sect Master Luo, you… you really can?” Jiang Huai stuttered in response.

“My mother was once the top courtesan in the Fengyue Tower at the foot of the mountain in the Eastern Region. Yet, because she believed the promises of a deceitful man, she was abandoned after giving birth to me. From then on, she became heartless towards men and even resented me to the bone. But fortunately, she had a bit of conscience left. When I was ten, she sold me to Qingxuan Sect for a thousand taels of silver. Qingxuan Sect thought they got a great deal, and so did she.”

“Since I was young, I watched her practice these dances to please men. She would always end up crying while dancing, then she would pull me into her arms, bite my shoulder, pull my hair, and curse my damned father to die in the wilderness.”

Luo Yueguan’s voice was cold and indifferent as if those fleeting memories had long since passed. Jiang Huai didn’t know what to say. Looking into her blue eyes, he suddenly felt as if the Luo Yueguan in front of him was as fragile as glass.

He softly said, “A smile blooms in dreams, a sleeping hairpin presses fallen flowers. The patterned mat marks her jade-like wrist, her fragrant sweat soaks the red gauze.”

Luo Yueguan’s cheeks drew closer, her voice light, “Is this for me?”

“Mm, it just came to me.”

Jiang Huai dared not recite the second half of the poem, as it would mean taking advantage of her.

When she looked into Jiang Huai’s eyes, his gaze became so complex, but Luo Yueguan always felt she could see a hint of pity in his eyes.

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“You guys who feign elegance are no good!”

A sudden, inexplicable irritation rose in Luo Yueguan’s heart. In an instant, she leaned in close, her fingers tightly grasping Jiang Huai’s shoulder, and her red lips bit down on Jiang Huai’s lips.