My male ghost master and I
I have a master who was brought from the mortal world to Wushan. He is the person I am closest to in the world.
My master, Wu Zhenxianzun, killed evil gods and put an end to demonic chaos. He had the common people in his heart and was admired by the world. Like everyone else, I respect Master and long to be someone like him who protects the common people.
Maybe it's because I have some talent. When I participated in the Immortal Competition for the first time, I won the first place. My brothers and sisters all said that I was very competitive. I looked for Master's admiring eyes in the crowd, but I saw those familiar eyes full of resentment.
The Master, who is as covered as the snow on the mountain, sometimes... Doesn't look like the Master.
When I accidentally cut my finger due to sword energy, Master stared at my wound and licked the blood from my fingertip without saying a word.
When I was awakened by thunder at night, I opened my eyes and saw Master lying beside my pillow, wrapping around my body like a vine, saying softly not to be afraid.
It's so tight, I can't break free.
The new junior brother asked me to go down the mountain to practice with him. I am a senior sister and I should take care of the junior brother. I agreed without any hesitation. But the next moment, a person came out of the shadow behind the door, Master——
I have never seen Master's face look so terrifying.
The junior brother went down the mountain alone and heard the news about him again. It was that he was killed by a demon and the handsome young man's face was eaten whole.
I thought, no matter what, I should go down the mountain to collect the bones of my junior brother.
Master blocked my way.
"Have you forgotten what Master taught you?"
I don't know which one he was talking about.
With a "click" sound, the spiritual lock fell.
Looking at Master's blood-filled eyes, I remembered the first point of introductory instruction——
Never leave Master.
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Many years ago, Bai Wuzhen knelt in front of the sect for ten whole days and nights, begging his master not to drive him away, but the hard-hearted female sword master still cruelly expelled him from the sect.
Many years later, Bai Wuzhen was sitting in the hibiscus warm tent, holding the delicate white ankle that was hidden under her skirt and could only be seen every time when he knelt down. His disciple who was struggling to escape was dragged into his arms.
"Why are you running away? Isn't it because I'm not good at learning? I'm obviously following your example..."
The ankles were tightly bound by chains made of black iron. Bai Wuzhen rubbed them slowly upwards and whispered in her ears.
"I can't drive you away, Master..."
*The saint who cares about the common people and the dark critic who wants to have an affair with her
*High moral and compassionate female teacher × immoral and dank male ghost
Note: 1. Master and disciple together, hate the sea and love the sky
2. Third person in the text
Intention: Love is restraint
