It was the height of late autumn, and fallen leaves poured down like a torrential rain.
In the cool air filled with the scent of the season, a young man stood ethereally inside a clothing store’s display window, looking like a noble scion wandering the streets.
The young girls passing by were all stunned by the sight of the noble young master in his luxurious robes.
Their faces flushed with bashfulness, and they stood dazed in front of the window.
Looking at the girls gathering around, the young man in the window gave a slight smile.
He waved gracefully to the ladies outside, looking like a noble who had decided on a whim to tour the rural countryside.
Just as the girls gathered their courage to enter the store and confess their feelings to the young noble, a black-haired youth with a look of indignation suddenly grabbed the young master by the collar and hauled him away from the window.
The girls’ dreams were instantly shattered.
“Master! Are you a three-year-old child? Must I watch you every second? The moment I look away, you cause trouble!”
Gu Qingying whispered into Lu Li’s ear with a hint of anger, her face clouded with resentment as she held him by the collar.
“I was just a bit bored while waiting… so I wandered around a little…”
Lu Li waved his hand quite calmly, signaling for Gu Qingying to stay cool.
He seemed completely unaware of his previous mistake.
“Even if you’re wandering around, you shouldn’t crawl into a store’s display window and cause trouble for people! You really are a headache…”
Gu Qingying lightly covered her forehead, forcefully suppressing her rising blood pressure.
“Honestly, Master, you really are something. No matter where you go, girls fall for you.”
Looking at Lu Li’s fans who lingered at the mall entrance, peeking inside the store, Gu Qingying complained with a sour tone of jealousy.
“Hmm… Liked by girls? Really? I think it must be because of these clothes—”
Lu Li muttered, oblivious.
His comment only made Gu Qingying feel even more infuriated.
“It’s because of this denseness of yours! That’s why you always unintentionally break so many girls’ hearts! Do you really have no idea how much charm you possess?”
Looking at Lu Li’s innocent expression, Gu Qingying—as one of those who had once been hurt by his feelings—scolded him with a blush.
“Eh? Charm? Do I have that? I think my looks are quite ordinary…”
Lu Li looked into the mirror, somewhat puzzled as to why his First Disciple was suddenly angry with him.
To be honest, Lu Li’s charm value was indeed a mystery from a certain perspective.
To put it simply, Lu Li’s aura was like a bowl of water; the characteristic of water is that it has no taste of its own, but it takes on the flavor of whatever is added to it.
Lu Li’s temperament was just like that; he became whatever he wore.
When Lu Li wore a Daoist robe, he was a transcendent priest.
In armor, he was a majestic general.
In a scholar’s robe, he was a modest, refined gentleman.
If he wore the clothes of a farmer or a fisherman, he truly looked like a member of the working class…
As for what happened if Lu Li wore women’s clothing—hehe… he would become a breathtaking Empress.
Even girls would become obsessed with his beauty in that form.
Gu Qingying, who had seen Gu Hongchen dress Lu Li in women’s clothing and then frantically practice dual cultivation with him in their former life, could fully testify to this.
So, when Lu Li took off his Daoist robe and put on this new set of clothes, his overall charm was significantly highlighted and enhanced.
In short, Lu Li’s style was versatile.
No matter what kind of clothes he wore, they never felt out of place; he looked exceptionally good in everything.
Yet Lu Li himself had absolutely no awareness of his own appearance, believing he possessed only average looks.
Gu Qingying, not understanding his perspective, took this as hypocritical modesty and was left speechless by it.
“I really don’t know what to say to you. Can’t you see that Senior Aunt Duan Xueyan has feelings for you?”
“Eh? Really? No way… Your Senior Aunt is usually just talking nonsense. She’s joking with me most of the time.”
Hearing this, Gu Qingying curled her lips.
She suddenly felt that her Master seemed to have the potential to be a total scoundrel—the kind who was completely oblivious and didn’t even realize how much of a jerk he was being.
The most critical part was that even though Gu Qingying knew he was being a scoundrel, she couldn’t even blame him.
This was because Lu Li truly hadn’t engaged in any relationship beyond friendship with Duan Xueyan.
To be more accurate, it was entirely a one-sided crush on Duan Xueyan’s part.
Lu Li remained completely unaware, acting like a block of wood with zero emotional intelligence.
What made it even more hateful was that Lu Li, this piece of wood with negative emotional intelligence, wasn’t stupid.
It was only in the matter of relationships between men and women that he seemed to have no common sense at all…
‘I don’t know what to say anymore. To think a Golden Core Cultivator could have such low emotional intelligence. Perhaps Master really did put all his talent points into the Path of Cultivation…’
Looking at this human-shaped block of wood named Lu Li beside her—someone she loved and hated in equal measure—Gu Qingying thought indignantly.
“Hey… Master, bring your head over here.”
Gu Qingying rolled her eyes at Lu Li, who was currently waving back at the female shop assistants.
“Uh, Qingkong, what are you doing…”
Sensing that Gu Qingying might be up to no good, Lu Li instinctively pulled his neck back.
“Come here, I’m going to fix your hair. You can’t wear such nice clothes while having hair as messy as a bird’s nest.”
Gu Qingying grabbed Lu Li’s belt and pulled him toward her.
She then borrowed a comb from the clerk and set to work tidying his hair.
Immediately after, Gu Qingying realized with some embarrassment that given her height, trying to reach the top of Lu Li’s head was quite a struggle.
Unwilling to admit defeat, she stood on her tiptoes to comb his hair.
Seeing her struggling on her toes, Lu Li tactfully sat down in front of the mirror, allowing Gu Qingying to arrange his hair.
“By the way… Master, your hair texture is really soft.”
“Touching it feels as warm and smooth as sheep’s wool,”
Gu Qingying commented casually while stroking his hair.
“Oh? Why? Is there some special saying about whether hair is soft or hard?”
Lu Li asked curiously.
“Hmm… There actually is. Back in my hometown, there’s a saying that the texture of one’s hair is closely related to their personality and destiny.”
“Haha, that’s interesting. This is the first time I’ve heard such a thing.”
Lu Li smiled slightly and signaled for her to continue, clearly intrigued by the idea.
“According to the sayings in my hometown, people with fine, soft hair are usually meticulous, lucky, and have a stable fate with a wealthy, solid family background.”
“People with coarse, hard hair are the complete opposite. They are usually hot-tempered, stubborn, and unyielding. But this stubborn personality also leads to many twists and turns in their fate. Furthermore, those with coarse hair often harbor some deep-seated obsession in their hearts.”
“Oh my, that second description sounds just like your Senior Aunt Duan.”
After hearing Gu Qingying’s words, Lu Li chuckled as he thought of his Senior Sister.
He failed to notice that the moment he mentioned Duan Xueyan, Gu Qingying’s expression darkened significantly.
“Ouch! Qingkong, what are you doing…”
Feeling a sharp pain in his scalp, Lu Li looked at Gu Qingying in confusion.
Gu Qingying, who had just instinctively used too much force and accidentally plucked some of Lu Li’s hair, explained with a sweet smile.
“Sorry, Master. I saw a white hair just now, so I plucked it for you. You’re so young and already getting white hairs; you must be exhausted lately.”
“Well… I suppose so…”
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