Chapter Seven, the damned Rong Chenzi

The flesh is fragrant, truly fragrant! The river clam greedily sucked on his fingertips, growing hungrier with each pull, swallowing half a pound of saliva, wishing it could chew and consume his entire finger, his whole hand, his entire body. How could it still respond with words? It could only nod repeatedly.

The river clam showed no gratitude: "Hmph, you dog-like scoundrel!"

The river clam obediently released its grip, and Rong Chenzi bent down to lift the eyelid to take a look. He was not afraid of the curse of the Blood Eye Technique and took a long time to rise again. He was inherently a tough person, accustomed to being proper and upright in his daily life. At this moment, he was somewhat lowering himself, fearing that the river clam would start to cry: "I will have Qingxuan bring some food over. You be good, and I will go prepare the antidote. It will be ready soon, alright?"

Rong Chenzi stood with his head bowed in front of the couch, a droplet of blood poised to fall from his index finger. The clam's breathing grew increasingly labored; while her hand still clutched Qing Xuan, her feet refused to obey. She rushed over and took Rong Chenzi's index finger into her mouth, sucking on it incessantly. Her lips were soft and tender, and her tongue tantalizingly licked the tip of his finger. Rong Chenzi felt a slight warmth on his face, and after a long while, he gently stroked her hair and asked softly, "Is it alright to go back to the room?"

Qing Xuan's ears turned red: "Your Majesty, I am a monk, and as a solitary man and woman, how can we share a room?"

On the right side, there is a square cabinet that contains several copied scriptures.

The river clam was blindfolded, and the blood was stopped by the gauze, which was semi-transparent, making it somewhat blurry to see. She neither cried nor made a fuss, nor did she respond. Rong Chenzi could not truly allow her to stay in the Qingxuan room; he shamelessly declared to the outside that this creature was his dual cultivation vessel. What kind of situation was it for her to be lodging in the Qingxuan room at this moment

Returning to the bedroom, Rong Chenzi gently placed her on his bed, found a teapot, and poured her some plain water. The spring water from the mountains flows into the small river; now, her pupils are troubled, and she cannot bathe, yet she cannot do without water.

Qing Xuan looked to Rong Chenzi for help, and Rong Chenzi, in a fit of anger, brushed his index finger across the pipa strings, causing a string of blood beads to instantly form on the tip of his finger. The fragrance in the room intensified, and the river clam, which had previously clutched Qing Xuan's clothing, soon turned to look at him, swallowing hard.

He leaned slightly closer to the clam, his serious face forcing a faint smile as he said, "Go back to your room; if your eyes are uncomfortable, you should rest early"

Then the clam also got up, hopping along behind him. As they passed a table, she casually took the steamed buns from it.

The river clam was overjoyed, wrapping its arms around his neck, greedily sniffing around his nape. The disciples in the courtyard, upon seeing their master approaching with a beautiful woman, dared not step forward and quickly chose another path to avoid them.

The first female guest arrived in the room, and Qingxuan felt various forms of discomfort. However, he could not ask this clam to leave, so he could only gently remind her: "After climbing the mountain all day, aren't you tired? Why not go back to your room and rest?"

And the *picture* book was waiting for her by the side of the bed, while the river clam remained particularly quiet, knowing to cover its right eye with a hand, not making a sound. Rong Chenzi waited for a long time, finally leaning in cautiously. He lowered his voice, trying hard to soften his authoritative tone into a gentle one: "It's alright, it's alright, just remove your hand, let me take a look first"

The tongue is so soft, yet more agile than a cat's tongue, licking gently on the palm, the back of the hand, and between the fingers. Rong Chenzi extends his right hand to touch her seaweed-like long hair: "Are you asleep?"

However, she still did not leave: "My eyes hurt, and after climbing the mountain all afternoon, my feet also hurt."

Qingxuan was taken aback: "Don't talk nonsense! Be careful that the master hears you!"

She suddenly pounced, her entire body pressing against Rong Chenzi's chest, extending her mouth to lick his neck. Rong Chenzi was slightly taken aback and immediately pulled her down, emphasizing his tone: "Sleep!"

Rong Chenzi nodded naturally, but the river clam jumped up and exclaimed, "I want to go too!"

Qing Xuan truly did not want to be cannon fodder. It was one thing for his junior brothers to glance over occasionally, but even his master's gaze felt as if it could pierce through him! Having eaten only a half-full meal, he immediately stood up and said, "I will return to my room first"

The clam immediately began to act unreasonable again: "I want to go to the toilet too!"

The clam nudged against him, pressing closely against his sturdy shoulder: "Zhi Guan, take revenge for me!"

Master Qingxuan let out a sigh of relief and immediately passed the hot potato to his master, standing respectfully by the door. Master Rongchen stood before the couch, while the river clam sat on the couch playing with a bone bell, neither raising its head nor speaking. Master Rongchen spoke in a gentle tone: "The antidote will be ready in two days."

As Qingxuan stepped back into the room, the river clam followed closely behind. The furnishings in his room were somewhat elaborate, a reflection of his youthful nature and diverse interests. On the small table lay unfinished talismans and newly written musical scores, while on the wooden rack above rested a bamboo flute gifted by Rongchenzi, and on the lower shelf was placed a erhu, alongside a pipa standing upright.

The river clam heard nothing at all; upon seeing a string of bone wind chimes in the side cabinet, it found them amusing and took them out to play with. Qing Xuan was neither sitting nor standing, and after a long while, finally, Rong Chen Zi arrived.

In the evening, Qingxuan dined in the dining hall, and she accompanied him, sitting at the same table. Rong Chenzi and Fuya were seated at another table, with Fuya also observing the river clam, her eyes covered by a gauze that made it difficult to discern any abnormalities. However, the other disciples were aware that something was amiss—indeed, a fire had broken out in the master's backyard!

Rong Chenzi always felt a sense of guilt and sighed softly upon hearing the words: "Then if you turn into a clam, will I carry you back?"

Rong Chenzi gently touched her hair and after a long while finally responded with a soft, "Mm."

After finishing the meal, the clam followed Qingxuan to gather herbs. Her right eye was inconvenient, covered with a gauze, which further accentuated her delicate nose and small mouth. Following behind Qingxuan, she did not cause any trouble.

Rong Chenzi hurriedly took a piece of cloth to wipe the spell off the face of the clam, feeling secretly annoyed—this is bad, this is really bad; I don't know what kind of tears I will end up shedding!

As she passed the guest hall, she happened to encounter Fuya. Rong Chenzi's face flushed slightly, and she merely nodded at her before continuing on her way. However, the river clam cast a glance at her, offering a faint smile. Through the gauze, Fuya could not discern the expression in her eyes

"Wuwu, my eyes hurt." The clam raised her hand to rub her eyes. Rong Chenzi removed the silk from her eyes, leaned in to closely examine her pupils, sighed again, and finally bent down to carry her horizontally out of Qingxuan's bedroom

Qing Xuan found it both amusing and absurd: "Master suspects that the originator of the Blood Eye Technique is that Fuya, which is why he has kept her in the temple all along and has also sent Qing Su to investigate thoroughly. Keeping Your Majesty locked in a secret chamber is also out of concern for Your Majesty's safety, so please do not be angry with my master."

This clam is not afraid, for it has a trump card: "Does that person’s eyes hurt! ! "

Master Rong Chen let out a deep sigh: "This matter is due to my inadequate consideration. I originally thought that in my room, she would not act recklessly." He lightly touched the eye of the river clam through the gauze, "It will not happen again, I assure you."

Then the clam nodded: "Your master is too wicked! I will never pay him any attention again!"

Before long, Qingxuan, following the master's orders, brought food. The river clam remained silent, bowing its head and eating voraciously. Qingxuan felt a bit worried: "In the afternoon, my master ordered me to gather herbs. Your Majesty, would you like to accompany me"

The clam paid no mind to all of that, continuing to eat with her head down. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, her portion was not as exaggerated as it seemed, and moreover, the dishes at Qingxuan's table were clearly not very exquisite; she only consumed the equivalent of two people's servings.

The clam nonchalantly lay down on his bed, still huffing with anger: "From now on, I will sleep here!"

Once it is disseminated, it is uncertain how it will be distorted by others

Qing Xuan could neither dismantle Master Dong's wall nor offend the river clam, feeling distressed in his heart: "I ... ... I ... ... will take the small path to the restroom"

The river clam nodded slightly, not looking at him. Rong Chenzi still felt uneasy, pondering for a long time, and then reached out to stroke her hair in a manner reminiscent of caressing the kittens and puppies in the Love Observation. Her black hair was smooth and silky, and even after he left the room, the sensation of that moist texture lingered on his fingertips

The river clam drank half a bowl of water while looking up at him with a blank stare, resembling a hungry dog eyeing a meat bone. Rong Chenzi chuckled, gently patting her head like a small dog, saying, "Alright, go to sleep"

He lay down in his clothes, while the clam merely sniffed around him. Rong Chenzi ignored her and closed his eyes to rest. As she sniffed, she began to lick, gently starting from his thumb and slowly playing with it.

Qing Xuan is also clever, secretly thinking that his master would be too embarrassed to come down here. He bowed and said, "Disciple suddenly remembers something and will be away for a moment"

The bamboo curtain is half-rolled up; although it does not match the simplicity of Rong Chenzi's bedroom, it still possesses a certain liveliness.