Liu Buli naturally did not listen to him and read the contents of the book aloud.
Not only that, but that night, Lu Wuming was driven out of his room for the first time after joining the sect.
Along with the book that Liu Buli never wanted to see again.
According to Liu Buli, he believed that Lu Wuming was now disrespectful to his elders and incorrigible, completely lacking the demeanor of a disciple, and therefore had to be punished properly.
However, Lu Wuming was quite happy.
He admitted that he had indeed gone too far today.
So, sitting in the courtyard, bathed in moonlight, he looked at the book in his hands and was quite content.
It had to be said that Liu Buli was indeed a master when it came to writing such prose. He wrote the "hmm" and "ah" sounds perfectly, making Lu Wuming fantasize as he read, as if his master was performing right in front of him, looking incredibly captivating.
Liu Buli himself, hiding in his room, couldn't sleep all night. When morning came, he quickly got out of bed, washed up, tidied his clothes, and went out to see Lu Wuming still sitting by the stone table, engrossed in reading the fanfiction.
Hearing the door open, Lu Wuming looked up. Their eyes met, and he immediately put away the book in his hands, flashed a brilliant smile at Liu Buli, and said, "Master, you're awake?"
Liu Buli had no intention of answering.
He took two quick steps to stand before Lu Wuming and extended his hand.
Lu Wuming was still puzzled, tilted his head, and asked, "Master, what do you need?"
"Give me back the book," Liu Buli said. "Such things should not exist in this world. I'll burn it now!"
Lu Wuming shook his head and took a step back, widening the distance between them. He said, "That won't do. Everything Master writes is good. As a disciple, I should engrave Master's works in my heart. Burning it is absolutely out of the question."
Liu Buli's eyes widened. "Are you disobeying me!?"
Lu Wuming said with a wronged expression, "I am, but if Master burns it, it will be quite troublesome for Wuming to rewrite it from memory, won't it? Does Master just want to punish me and make me practice my calligraphy more?"
Liu Buli was so angry he felt like spitting blood.
Of course, that wasn't what he meant!
But he also knew that Lu Wuming was determined not to return it, so he could only glare angrily at Lu Wuming and then lead the way out of the courtyard.
Liu Buli's principle in life was this: no matter how big his temper or how significant the matter, he had to eat his meals on time and to his fill.
After all, one wouldn't grow if they didn't eat.
Although Lu Wuming didn't know where this principle came from, since Liu Buli insisted, he followed suit.
In the following days, Lu Wuming continued to try to get closer to Liu Buli. Although they had reached the most intimate state, Liu Buli refused the final step, and Lu Wuming never took the initiative to cross it.
Three days passed like this.
After three days, Shen Muzhi, accompanied by You Siqi, sought out Liu Buli.
Placing all the organized information on the table, Shen Muzhi said, "Daoist Liu, I plan to take these things to negotiate with the Sect Master of the Sword Sect. I've prepared my wording and organized my materials over the past few days. I feel there are no oversights, so I plan to set off first thing tomorrow morning."
Liu Buli nodded, pointed to You Siqi beside Shen Muzhi, and said, "He's going with you?"
"Together, but he won't go up the mountain," Shen Muzhi said. "And for safety, I hope Daoist Liu and your disciple can also accompany us."
Liu Buli nodded again.
This was something he had promised before and had no intention of going back on. However, after thinking for a moment, he asked again, "When we get there, Wuming and You Siqi will wait at the foot of the mountain together?"
Shen Muzhi shook his head, a helpless smile appearing on his face. He said, "You and You Siqi will wait at the foot of the mountain, while your disciple and I go up the mountain to negotiate with the Sect Master. What do you think, Daoist Liu?"