Whose Jade Flute Flies in Secret

After leaving the Hall of Affairs, Qin Ran was worried and anxious. His mind was full of crises, thinking about how the plot would come, how those people would deal with him, who the enemies were, whether Jian Yuanjie was the only mole, and so on.

"Master..." Li Shiyin asked at his side, "Dan Peak is out of vegetables. Should we buy some meat and vegetables?"

"Buy them!" Qin Ran replied casually.

"But the fridge is broken!" Li Shiyin said.

"Then don't buy them."

"But there is no meat left in the house!"

"Then buy them!"

"But they'll go bad!"

"Then don't buy them."

"But..."

Qin Ran looked up and saw Li Shiyin trying not to laugh. Only then did he come back to his senses and realize that this girl was deliberately teasing him. His face darkened. They even dared to make fun of him now. In the future, what else would they dare to do... Cough, no respect for elders, the world is turned upside down.

"Just buy less. Wait until the fridge is fixed before buying more," he said coldly. Anyway, this girl could already fly, so coming and going was very convenient.

"Oh..." Li Shiyin pouted in agreement.

The master and disciple went to the town square market to take a look around and buy some things before returning to Dan Peak.

Back at Dan Peak, it was another busy day.

Li Shiyin's lake was already taking shape, reaching a depth of five or six meters. Finally, she dug into rocks. She felt around and found a very large boulder. She went to get a sword and used sword energy to slowly chip away at it.

When Qin Ran saw this, he hurriedly gestured to Li Shiyin, "Don't hack away randomly there. Shape the boulder into neat squares, with each block the same size, about this big. I will use them as bricks later."

It was easy to split rocks using sword energy. Li Shiyin had fun playing with it, but it was difficult to neatly cut them into identical square blocks. Li Shiyin tried it. After a few strikes of the sword, the blocks were either too heavy or too light. The boulders were not squared, and she got herself covered in dirt and dust.

"Stinky Master, can't do it yourself but knows how to boss around!" she grumbled.

The formations in the house were almost done. Qin Ran was laying the floor. After all, they were just some simple formations. He had prepared the materials last night and constructed the diagrams overnight. Today, he just had to follow the diagrams to set them up. It did not take long to finish arranging them.

As for what Long Qiqi and Chasing the Wind were doing today...

Long Qiqi was still splitting rocks, flicking her snake tail, constantly sending rock debris flying from the mud pile into the wooden frame. Chasing the Wind was still tied to his punishment wood frame, helping to transport things whenever anyone called "Chasing the Wind!". He would carry the large wood frame over to help.

The frame was big and Chasing the Wind was small. One could only see a large wood frame rattling around, looking as if it had come alive and was running around on its own.

Long Qiqi affectionately called Chasing the Wind "animated wood frame".

After a busy day and dinner, Long Qiqi sat in a rocking chair in front of the house, playing with it. She didn't know why but she really liked this rocking chair and would rock in it when she had nothing to do.

As she rocked, she saw Chasing the Wind napping nearby. She went over to his ear and whispered, "Give me one of your round ones. I'll leave you meat tomorrow."

Chasing the Wind opened his eyes, filled with confusion... I'm just a little kitty. How would I understand so much?

"Dad... dad, round..." he meant to say he had a lot of round ones and she could take some from Dad if she wanted to eat them.

"Shh..." Long Qiqi understood. But she had said earlier that she wouldn't eat such beast pills. Now asking for them would mean losing face. She shook her head. "Your dad's don't taste nice but yours taste good."

Chasing the Wind licked all his fur but still couldn't understand the difference between his dad's round ones and his own.

Qin Ran was on the roof, listening to the conversation between the two little ones below. He shook his head and smiled, took out a homemade bamboo flute, gazed at the treetops and played a woeful tune as he thought about things.

The flute sounded really awful. Long Qiqi was so frightened that her lower half reverted to its original form and coiled up while her upper half turned into a little loli. She looked around nervously to find out where the enemy was.

"Hahaha..." Li Shiyin's laughter suddenly rang out from midair. Long Qiqi looked up and saw Li Shiyin flying over from afar in her white clothes, laughing merrily at the roof. "Master, look what you've done to Qiqi!"

Only then did Long Qiqi look towards the roof and see Qin Ran sitting there, playing the flute with a somewhat hopeless expression.

"Oh... oh!" Now she understood. It turned out Big Brother Dan Peak was performing music. No problem then. She transformed back into human form and said with a smile, "What a nice tune, I was involuntarily entranced, involuntarily entranced."

Qin Ran gave her a resentful glance but still shamelessly continued playing.

Li Shiyin flew onto the roof and sat next to Qin Ran. She kept her sword and rummaged through her cosmic bag, taking out a jade flute which she handed to Qin Ran with a smile. "Master, this is for you. I bought it in the Sword Casting Town."

The woeful flute sounds stopped. Qin Ran looked at the flute offered to him, then at the adorable smile on Li Shiyin's face. He hesitated for a bit before accepting the jade flute.

"This one sounds accurate," said Li Shiyin.

Qin Ran's face darkened. This disciple was not cute at all.

He kept the bamboo flute and held the jade one. He unconsciously licked the mouthpiece, preparing to play it. But he suddenly realized something.

The silly disciple said this flute's sound was accurate. Did that mean she had tried playing it before...?

Unconsciously, his gaze skewed to his disciple's lips. Those moist, thin lips were like the most tempting dessert in the world...that one wanted to devour in one bite.

"Gulp..."

He swallowed loudly, the sound so great that it shocked him out of his daze. The hand holding the jade flute shook and he quickly regained his composure, shifting his gaze to the forest ahead. His quivering lips blew into the jade flute.

"Woo woo..."

Because his lips were trembling, so was the flute sound. Originally crisp and clear, the jade flute's tune was rendered devoid of any aesthetic sense.

"Mas...Master..." Li Shiyin also seemed rather flustered. She recalled that sheet music was provided when she bought the flute. Nervously, she searched her cosmic bag and took out the music score for Qin Ran. "The...music score."

Qin Ran didn't dare look at Li Shiyin. Pretending to be calm, he accepted the music score, opened it and stared at it for quite some time before reacting that he should play according to the score.

But when his lips met the mouthpiece again, he couldn't help but think of his silly disciple's tempting lips. So as he played, he completely ignored the music score and continued playing terribly.

"What's their relationship?" Long Qiqi was precocious. Seeing the abnormal situation on the roof, she went over to Chasing the Wind again and asked beside his ear.

Long Qiqi was a five or six year-old loli while Chasing the Wind was a little tiger slightly over two months old. About the same size, the little girl hugged the tiger cub's head and spoke into his ear. The picture was extremely cute.

"Meow?" Chasing the Wind tilted his head at Long Qiqi, eyes filled with bewilderment.... I'm just a little kitty. How would I understand so much?

And amidst the woeful flute sounds, a swaying figure slowly flew over from the forest treetops in the shallow dusk.

Distracted, Qin Ran had been staring in the direction of the woods so he was the first to notice the anomaly. He stopped playing and took a closer look.

That figure drew nearer but it wasn't just one figure but two. A woman carrying a man, shakily flying over on her sword with difficulty.

It was Tian Wenjin carrying Huang Feiyu.

Something was wrong!

"Shiyin..." he called out to get Li Shiyin's attention and signaled for her to go over and help.

Li Shiyin was half a beat slow. She looked up to see Qin Ran's gesture and the situation ahead before understanding what was happening. Flushing red, she took out her Cherished Sword and flew over on her sword to meet Tian Wenjin.

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