Lu Wuming truly loved Liu Buli to an extreme.
Therefore, Liu Buli's suggestion was the greatest reward for him.
With a flicker of light in his eyes, Lu Wuming nodded at the fastest speed possible. He said, "Whatever Master says goes. Wuming also thinks Master's suggestion is excellent. If Master doesn't mind, this reward can continue for a longer period. Wuming can handle it!"
Lu Wuming's eyes sparkled as he said this.
Liu Buli saw it clearly, but he was not at all swayed by the other's adorable demeanor.
What did he mean by "he could handle it"?
This matter had nothing to do with whether he could handle it from the beginning, did it? It was Liu Buli who couldn't handle it! Lu Wuming was indifferent, but it wasn't Lu Wuming who ended up with a sore back and unable to get out of bed every time!
Giving Lu Wuming a fierce glare, Liu Buli explained, "Wuming, I'm telling you, this will easily make me angry. If you don't know restraint and make me sore and uncomfortable, I'll get angry and ignore you. So, if you don't want me to throw a tantrum, you need to learn to control yourself a bit in this regard. Do you understand?"
He thought he had explained it clearly enough. Even if this foolish disciple wasn't smart, he should at least understand.
However, Liu Buli had overestimated his disciple.
Lu Wuming was silent for a moment, then shook his head decisively. He said, "Wuming naturally understands this principle, but who can control themselves when emotions run deep? If one controls themselves, it proves that my devotion to Master is only so-so. Master, do you think that's a good thing? Wuming certainly doesn't."
His reasoning was sound, as if the matter was indeed as he said.
Liu Buli listened, utterly bewildered.
In matters like these, he always found that Lu Wuming's intelligence seemed to suddenly awaken, always reaching a level that left him at a loss for words.
Perhaps because he was so looking forward to this agreement, Lu Wuming brought Liu Buli back at a rapid pace. In less than half a day, the two of them returned to the sect.
Upon entering, Lu Wuming directly took Liu Buli to his room. For the next period, Liu Buli kept pondering the words he had used to persuade Lu Wuming earlier.
Lu Wuming was right; his love for him was indeed too intense to control.
Especially in these matters, he might not have intended to control himself at all.
After toiling for nearly three days, Lu Wuming still wanted to continue, but Liu Buli was completely overwhelmed. He was so angry that he even resorted to using his cultivation techniques to drive the disobedient rebellious disciple out of the room.
Sitting in the courtyard contemplating life, Lu Wuming actually felt extremely wronged.
Shen Muzhi could last for five full days on their wedding night, so why was his Master unhappy after only three days?
Could it be because his technique wasn't as good as Shen Muzhi's?
That was absolutely impossible.
After all, in terms of theoretical experience, Shen Muzhi definitely didn't have as much as him. From any perspective, he should have been much better than Shen Muzhi. So what was the problem?
Lu Wuming sat by the door and seriously contemplated for an entire night, but he couldn't come to a conclusion.
When morning arrived the next day, he obediently knocked on the door. After waiting for a while and confirming that there was no sound from inside the room, he understood a principle—
His Master currently didn't want to talk to him.
However, it was fine if he ignored him, but Master loved to eat. Snacks and food were absolutely essential.
Lu Wuming understood this, so he waited a while longer and tried knocking on the door again. Seeing that there was still no movement from inside, he honestly went to the kitchen himself, made some porridge and pastries for Liu Buli, and then brought them to the door of the room.
Knocking on the door again, Lu Wuming said, "Master, Wuming has made some delicious food for you. It's all things Master loves to eat. If Master doesn't want to come out, shall Wuming bring it in for you?"
The moment these words were spoken, the tightly shut door creaked open a sliver.
This was opened by Liu Buli using spiritual energy.
Lu Wuming knew this and honestly placed the tray inside the room. He didn't dare to enter, but instead used his spiritual mist to lift the tray, sending it all the way to the bedside. He then thoughtfully pulled over a stool and placed the tray on it.
The moment it was placed down, the opened door was immediately closed again.
During this time, Liu Buli did not say a word. He expressed his anger in this way, and the result was quite significant.
Lu Wuming sat in the courtyard obediently for a while. When the door was opened again, the tray and the now empty dishes were sent out. Lu Wuming quickly handed in a pot of flower tea. Watching the door close again, Lu Wuming finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as his Master was well-fed and satisfied, Liu Buli's anger would be reduced by half. This was an experience he had gained from being with people for so many years, and it had basically never failed.
Now that he had appeased Master, it was time for him to deal with his own issues.
There was still one more part of the promised reward, and he hadn't forgotten that.