A Little Bit of Everyday Life

A moment later, Xuan Ya returned to Lu Qiancha holding an elegant Daoist robe painted with ink-wash patterns.

She naturally reached out, preparing to help the little wolf cub take off the everyday clothes on her body.

“Mmh… Master!”

Lu Qiancha turned sideways slightly to dodge. A faint blush rose on her small cheeks, her voice carrying a bit of embarrassment.

“I’ll wear it myself. No need to trouble Master.”

“…Alright.”

Xuan Ya’s movement paused. She didn’t force it, gently placing the Daoist robe on the tabletop beside the little wolf cub.

She herself retreated to the tea table a few steps away, sat cross-legged on the prayer mat, lowered her eyelids slightly, and closed her eyes to rest her spirit, waiting quietly.

Lu Qiancha cupped the pile of soft clothing and ran with her short little legs—thump-thump-thump—behind the screen in the corner of the room.

She carefully pulled the screen shut to ensure it was tight, then cautiously poked half a small head out from the edge of the screen.

A pair of blue eyes looked in Xuan Ya’s direction, not forgetting to remind her: “Master is not allowed to peek, oh!”

Xuan Ya: “…”

The corner of her lips seemed to twitch imperceptibly. However, Xuan Ya neither opened her eyes nor made a sound; her sitting posture only appeared a few degrees more settled.

Lu Qiancha, seemingly taking this deeper meditative state as “tacit approval,” relaxed her heart.

Behind the screen, she undid the clothes on her body layer by layer, taking them all off.

Subsequently, she picked up that brand-new ink-wash Daoist robe. Having a pair of small hands was indeed much more convenient.

Her movements were nimble as she put her arms through the sleeves, carefully tied the sash, and tidied everything up properly.

Finally, she hugged her bundle of old clothes, turned around, and prepared to walk out of the room.

“Where are you going?”

Just as Lu Qiancha stepped out from behind the screen and one foot had just stepped toward the door, Xuan Ya’s cool voice rang out.

At some point, she had opened her eyes, her gaze landing calmly on her eldest disciple.

“Going to wash clothes.”

Lu Qiancha turned around and answered obediently.

Looking at her master, she suddenly remembered something, and a light of expectation lit up in her blue eyes.

“Does Master have dirty clothes to wash? Disciple can wash them together!”

Xuan Ya first shook her head, then stood up, walked a few steps to stand in front of Lu Qiancha, and without allowing any explanation, snatched the pile of old clothes from her arms.

“Just give these to Gan Tang to wash.”

Her tone was flat, as if stating the most natural thing in the world. “It just so happens she is washing clothes today as well.”

“…Isn’t this bullying Junior Sister too much?”

Lu Qiancha’s brows furrowed slightly, feeling a bit conflicted.

As the Eldest Senior Brother, making Junior Sister wash her clothes… she felt a suspicion of putting on airs.

“She washes this time, you wash next time; simply rotate,” Xuan Ya spoke faintly, blocking her eldest disciple’s concerns precisely with one sentence, arranging it clearly and plainly.

“Oh, alright.”

Lu Qiancha’s little conflict vanished instantly, feeling this method was very fair.

Xuan Ya said no more. She bent down and picked up the neatly dressed little wolf cub in one motion.

Her fingertip tapped the void, and a huge water mirror condensed from clear currents instantly appeared before the two, clearly reflecting Lu Qiancha’s appearance at this moment.

In the mirror, the little wolf cub’s small body was wrapped fittingly in a women’s Daoist robe with an ink-wash design on a white base.

The soft aqua-blue hair complemented the elegant Daoist robe. Within that natural cleverness, a trace of quiet steadiness belonging to a budding Daoist cultivator was unexpectedly blended in.

It was as if putting on these clothes really made her look a little bit grown up.

Mn, at least right now she indeed has a few degrees of the look a Senior Brother should have.

Of course, the premise was to ignore her action of unconsciously putting her right index finger in her mouth at this moment.

“Mmh… clothes look good.”

Lu Qiancha sucked on her finger, sizing up herself in the mirror seriously for a moment, and reached this satisfied conclusion.

“…What did Master just say to you? I told you not to put your hand in your mouth.”

Xuan Ya’s voice rang out without fluctuation, her eyes casting a cool gaze toward that bewildered little wolf cub.

She gently placed Lu Qiancha back on the ground, then slowly squatted down herself, looking levelly into Lu Qiancha’s clear, large aqua-blue eyes that carried a bit of confusion.

“Ma-Master! Sorry!”

Lu Qiancha’s heart jumped violently from fright under this calm yet extremely oppressive gaze.

She hurriedly lowered her head to admit her mistake, the pair of furry little ears atop her head instantly flattening against her hair in fear, not daring to move a muscle.

“Won’t dare do it next time! Absolutely won’t dare!”

“Stretch your head over.”

At some point, that familiar horsetail whisk was already grasped in Xuan Ya’s hand. Her tone remained flat, seemingly not seeing her eldest disciple’s pitiful appearance, looking as if she were about to weep.

“Gulp…”

Lu Qiancha swallowed nervously, her small body trembling uncontrollably.

But she still closed her eyes, and with the air of one regarding death as a return home, she stretched her small head little by little, little by little, toward Xuan Ya.

Being hit by that horsetail whisk will hurt very, very much…

Smack!

A crisp sound rang out.

However, the imagined severe pain did not descend—Xuan Ya had merely bent her index finger and used her knuckle to flick Lu Qiancha’s smooth forehead with a force neither light nor heavy. A flick to the forehead.

“Ooh~”

Lu Qiancha subconsciously covered the spot that was flicked, shrinking her small body and squatting directly on the ground, shivering as if she had suffered a monumental grievance.

“Remember,” Xuan Ya’s voice came from above, carrying an unquestionable tone. “If Master sees you gnawing on your finger again…”

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the small bottom Lu Qiancha was subconsciously protecting.

“Next time, it won’t be the forehead getting hit.”

“No… don’t spank butt.”

Lu Qiancha sprang up instantly, pursing her small mouth, her eyes slightly red.

She immediately lunged forward, hugging Xuan Ya’s arm tightly with two small hands, shaking it gently like a little beast seeking shelter.

Her voice carried a heavy nasal tone as she begged, “Master! I beg you! Tail… tail for you to pet! Pet it as long as you want! Don’t spank the butt, okay?”

“As long as you control your hands, naturally, Master will not hit you.”

Xuan Ya pulled her arm out expressionlessly, her tone not loosening by half a degree.

“Oh…” Lu Qiancha responded listlessly, her small head drooping.

Actually, she didn’t want to gnaw on her fingers either. It was just that every time she pondered a problem or stared into space, her mouth couldn’t help but want to chew on something, and that finger would somehow run in automatically… Sigh, just couldn’t control it.

Seeing her eldest disciple agree, albeit somewhat reluctantly, Xuan Ya did not dwell on the matter.

She changed the subject, returning to the main topic: “The Guiyuan Manual I taught you before, have you begun studying it?”

“Mn!”

Lu Qiancha immediately raised her head, nodding her small head with focus. “Already started cultivating it.”

“Good.”

Xuan Ya nodded to express approval. “Since that is so, Master will teach you an offensive technique attached to this cultivation method, to serve as self-defense.”

Hearing she was to learn a new skill, a bright brilliance exploded instantly in Lu Qiancha’s eyes.

She immediately straightened her small back, sitting properly on the chair, her two small hands placed obediently on her knees.

Those large aqua-blue eyes looked toward Xuan Ya with rapt attention, unblinking, and the small ears atop her head tried hard to stand high, afraid of missing a single word Master was about to say.