This Damned Thirst for Survival

Jiang Luo was not surprised by their arrival, and Wen Renlian gave him a worried look as planned, before Jiang Luo thoughtfully persuaded him to go upstairs.

Jiang Luo followed the three of them, and Shen Ruma was relieved. When they arrived at Tian Shifu\'s door, Zhou Wudu, who was the best connected, said to Jiang Luo in private, "Mr. Jiang is very angry."

Jiang Luo had already anticipated this.

The three of them escorted Jiang Luo to the front of the study. Shen Ruma knocked on the door, "Sir, the men have been brought."

It was a long time before a voice came from inside the door, "Let him in."

Let him in, not let them in.

Shen Ruma was relieved as they gave Jiang Luo a sympathetic look and ran away. Jiang Luo looked at their backs and pushed the door open with amusement.

The study is dark, Feng Li has no light on. He sits behind his desk, his figure darker than the background. Jiang Luo cannot see his expression, but instinctively senses that Feng Li is not to be messed with in his current state.

Always trusting his instincts, he stood cautiously on the far side of the desk, in and out, so that if there was a problem he could grab the door and get out.

Feng Li did not express any opinion about him standing so far away and was silent. Jiang Luo volunteered, "Sir."

The other side didn\'t say anything.

Jiang Luo continued, "Sir, I want to leave Tian Shifu."

After a long time, Feng Li asked, "Why?"

Jiang Luo said softly, "I have told you before why I am not worthy of being your disciple and I cannot adapt to the rules of Tian Shifu. If you ask me to do something, I will do my best to repay you for your guidance."

Feng Li touched his thumb out of habit, and the jade trigger finger above it was already broken. He had been busy these past few days and hadn\'t taken a new jade trigger finger to top it off, and now that he hadn\'t touched anything, he didn\'t know whether it was because of Jiang Luo or this jade trigger finger, but a sudden wave of violence had come over him.

He remembered the phone call he had had with Chen Pi during the day.

When Chen Pi found out that Jiang Luo was leaving Tian Shifu, he apologised to Feng Li and said that he would persuade Jiang Luo to change his mind. But he also politely said that if Feng Li did not care, he could send other talented disciples to Feng Li as his disciples.

But the Master of Heaven is never short of disciples.

Feng Li leans back in his chair, remembering what he said during the day when he looked at the Buddha\'s hand and lotus flower incense pendulum.

He told Chen Pi, "The child is wild, just teach him a lesson more often."

It was like his habit of touching the jade trigger finger. As he got used to it, Jiang Luo got used to his discipline.

Jiang Luo said, "Sir?"

Feng Li gave a surprising laugh.

The laugh was too odd, but Feng Li quickly collected it, as quickly as if it were an illusion. Jiang Luo took a step back without a trace, "Sir, my disciple is unfilial, and I ask for your permission."

Feng Li said, "Go and bring me a cup of tea."

Jiang Luo was a little surprised when he suddenly said that. However, Jiang Luo could not refuse this request, both for business and personal reasons. He said yes and went downstairs to pour Feng Li some tea.

The kitchen was always stocked with tea, and when he was ready to bring the bowls upstairs, he turned around to find Feng Li had followed him downstairs and was standing by the stairs, shrouded in shadow, watching him.

Jiang Luo\'s subconscious mind was startled, but he quickly calmed down and smiled at him, "Sir, the tea is ready."

Feng Li said indifferently, "Send it to my study."

Jiang Luo nodded and at Feng Li\'s gesture took the lead and headed upstairs. Feng Li stood downstairs watching his disciple, looking puzzled.

The stairs at Tian Shifu have a wooden floor, which is not normally slippery. But when Jiang Luo reached the fifth step, the moment he took his foot out, he felt a sudden push from his other stable ankle.

Jiang Luo was caught in the arms of Feng Li who had been at the bottom of the stairs when the tea hit the stairs.

But his right ankle stung like hell and he definitely twisted it.

Jiang Luo\'s forehead was sweating and he tried to stand up, but his right foot was weak. Jiang Luo looked up the stairs and saw, incredulously, a nondescript paper figure half the size of his palm on the stairs.

Is this Feng Li\'s paper figure?

Why did he push him down the stairs?

"Sir," he asked, startled, "why ......"

Feng Li picked him up in his arms and walked him up the stairs step by step. The hem of his Tang suit swept over the broken tea bowl, and Feng Li did not even put away the paper figure, nor did he offer a word of explanation, but rather a bright acquiescent attitude.

Jiang Luo clenched his fist, thinking that Feng Li was someone he had not seen clearly enough before.

Feng Li sends Jiang Luo back to his room.

Jiang Luo was placed on the bed and Feng Li lowered himself to check the condition of his right foot.

The ankle turned red and swollen in an instant when I twisted it unexpectedly.

The pain was obvious. But Feng Li\'s fingers on his ankle were even more obvious. He touched Jiang Luo\'s injury and the slightest touch hurt, and he pressed down hard.

Jiang Luo couldn\'t resist hissing.

A smile flickered across Feng Li\'s lips as he put Jiang Luo\'s foot down and stood up again, saying calmly, "It\'s sprained, so don\'t move your foot for the next few days."

He pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his hands and surprisingly smiled again, "When you can move your feet out of Tian Shifu, then come and talk to me about leaving."

Having said that, he turned and walked out.

This statement is tantamount to an admission that "I let you get hurt on purpose".

Jiang Luo became expressionless for a moment.

Soon, Feng Li returned with bruises and sprains and an ice pack. It would be a horror story to say that a Heavenly Master would take off his shoes and treat a sprain for his own disciple. But Feng Li did it without haste, and even with some comfort.

It was the pleasure of having achieved a goal.

Jiang Luo said coldly, "Sir, I can use ginseng essence."

The Master of Heaven did not seem to hear him until he had administered the medicine and placed Jiang Luo\'s feet on the bed, then he said, "No need to use it."

Jiang Luo couldn\'t even hide his cold smile, "You don\'t want your disciple to get well sooner?"

The Master of Heaven got up and stepped forward to Jiang Luo\'s hand. He looked down at Jiang Luo for a moment and then suddenly extended his hand.

The sandalwood-scented, old-fashioned, restrained hand paused for a few seconds on Jiang Luo\'s face, but finally moved upwards to avoid Jiang Luo\'s face, gently touching Jiang Luo\'s hair, his movements light as if he were treating something fragile, but the words from his mouth were merciless and cold, "When you don\'t want to leave anymore, the wound will heal. "

"What about if I have to keep trying to leave?"

Feng Li looked at him deeply, "You could have tried it."

He withdrew his hand, straightened up and gave Jiang Luo two more looks before turning to leave, the door clicking shut and being locked.

Jiang Luo\'s face closed up as he listened to Feng Li\'s footsteps gradually walking away. He lay on the bed with his legs crossed looking at the swollen area and lazily mocked, "That\'s our good teacher."

He expected that it would be difficult to leave after meeting Feng Li, but he did not expect Feng Li to use such tactics.

Thinking of what Feng Li had threatened him with before, he feared that Feng Li would really break his legs if he kept on leaving.

Jiang Luo\'s eyes are haunted and he snorts and closes them, ready to fall asleep.

For the next five or six days, Jiang Luo lived the same routine. He was completely confined to Tian Shifu by Feng Li, and only saw someone at his regular three meals a day, plus Feng Li, who came to administer his medication at night.

The atmosphere during his and Feng Li\'s medication was bizarre in the extreme, no one spoke and no one looked at each other. Feng Li came on time and left without delay, but as the time lengthened, the odd atmosphere became more oppressive.

Jiang Luo\'s mobile phone has been taken away from him, and apart from reading boring books, he spends his days staring out of the window. When he woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, he saw Feng Li standing next to his bed, staring at him like a ghost.

Frankly speaking, if Jiang Luo hadn\'t had his heart in the right place and his psychic skills as a means of saving his life, he would have gone mad before he was locked up because of Feng Li. Jiang Luo would have felt that before he went mad from being locked up, he would have gone mad from Feng Li first.

He was going crazy, but the thought that Chi You was half as good as he was made him feel much more balanced.

Whenever he can\'t take it anymore, Jiang Luo tells himself that it\'s almost time, it\'s almost time for Chi You to take it.