Half White Moonlight Script - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

When we got home, Master glanced at the two of us and praised me for doing a good job and finding someone so quickly.

I said, “Huh? I just picked this kid up off the side of the road.”

Master clapped his hands. “Then it must be fate!”

I reasonably suspected he was just too lazy to look for another one and decided to make do with this one.

Master smiled warmly. “Child, what is your name?”

Master didn’t bother with the whole ‘bestowing a name’ tradition. For no other reason than he was lazy.

“Yuan Yuan,” the little fatty said.

“Hey, hey, hey,” I interjected. “How can you use a nickname like that as your formal name?”

The little fatty looked at me. “The ‘Yuan’ from ‘a gentleman cultivates his origins,’ and the ‘Yuan’ from ‘fish hide in the deep abyss.'”

I…

Damn it. I got it wrong. Turns out that’s his actual name.

Haha, no big deal. The little brat shouldn’t mind, right?

Anyone who raises a fist at others should be prepared to be hit by one.

For the first compulsory lesson of our sect, I handed a lotus seed pod to Yuan Yuan. “Shell the seeds.”

Then I pointed at Master, who was floating in the water. “See that mouth? Throw them in.”

Yuan Yuan: ?

He tentatively spent the whole afternoon throwing them, but not a single one went in.

The closest attempt hit Master right in the eye.

Hahahaha, this was too much fun.

I declared that from this day forward, he was my true Junior Brother.

Yuan Yuan actually possessed remarkable talent; it didn’t take long for him to get the hang of cultivation.

As was the custom, Master forged a sword for him.

A Sword Cultivator has only one sword in their lifetime; the person and the sword cultivate and grow together.

I was very satisfied. That night, I grabbed Yuan Yuan. “Now, you are qualified to join a new game.”

I led him into the back mountain.

“See that White Tiger’s butt?”

“Go touch it.”

Yuan Yuan was an obedient child.

He did as he was told, then turned his head blankly to ask me, “Senior Sister, what now?”

I rushed over, grabbed him, and started sprinting. “Now you run for your life, you idiot!”

Humans flying in front, tiger chasing behind, with the enraged roar of the tiger as the background music-it was truly thrilling.

Yuan Yuan was gasping for breath. “Why is it so worked up?!”

The White Tiger had already followed us from the top of the mountain to the base three times.

I giggled. “Hehe! Because I smack its butt all the time!”

Yuan Yuan: …

After finally shaking it off, I asked, “Want to play again later?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s go chase leopards next time!”

To this day, I believe that the reason Yuan Yuan was able to grow into a handsome man who stood as elegant as a crane was inseparable from my special training.

By the time he was fifteen or sixteen, he could make young girls blush just by stepping out the door.

Zhu Tao grumbled, “That only proves he had a good foundation to begin with.”

Zhu Tao and I grew up together and were very close.

She was born with a face like a peach blossom and a waist like a willow. As she matured, her every glance was filled with emotion and her bearing was elegant and refined. Naturally, she joined the Hehuan Sect.

Usually, she only came to find me when she was bored with men.

Just like now, as she leaned lazily against me. “So annoying. I quite like the one I’m with now, but the previous one came back wanting to reconcile. What should I do?”

Based on basic moral principles, I suggested, “Break up with one.”

Zhu Tao nodded. “Fine. Which one do you want? Just say the word.”

I…

“I said break up with one, not give one to me.”

“Tch, no fun.” Zhu Tao parted her lips and took a lotus seed from my fingertips, teasing, “You blockhead.”

Seeing this, Yuan Yuan, who was shelling lotus seeds nearby, furrowed his brows. He took the next seed and stuffed it directly against my lips.

I habitually lowered my head and ate it.

Zhu Tao: ?

I was puzzled. “Isn’t it normal for a Junior Brother to show filial piety to his Senior Sister?”

Though, it was indeed a bit gentler than the way he stuffed them into Master’s mouth. But could that old geezer even be compared to me?

Zhu Tao looked at the two of us and smiled.

That day, she softly sang a verse from the Song of Xizhou.

“Bowing my head to play with lotus seeds, the seeds are as clear as water. I tuck the seeds into my sleeve; the lotus heart is red through and through.”

I turned to look at Yuan Yuan.

The youth was dressed in green robes, his head slightly lowered as he removed the bitter hearts from the lotus seeds. Noticing my gaze, he looked back at me, his eyes reflecting the colors of the sunset, tender and lingering.

I froze.

The wind blew, the pond water rippled, and the pale pink lotuses swayed along with it.

I stammered, “You… you… you like Ah Tao too?”

The youth immediately lowered his head, looking like he’d just stepped in something foul.

He resentfully threw the lotus seed in his hand into the water, startling the fish into scattering everywhere.

He said through gritted teeth, “I like a block of wood!”

Uh, that’s a pretty specific preference.

But in the world of cultivation, all sorts of strange people exist. I’d even seen people who liked flowers, birds, insects, or fish.

A block of wood… I guess that works too.

“It’s okay, Junior Brother,” I said. “I won’t discriminate against you.”

Yuan Yuan took a deep breath. “Fine.”