In the end, Lu Wuming's erotic paintings were not successfully confiscated by Liu Buli.
After all, whenever Liu Buli had the thought of burning the paintings, Lu Wuming would look at him with such wronged and pitiful eyes, as if he had done something unforgivable, which made him feel inexplicably guilty.
In the end, he simply chose to avert his gaze. Liu Buli waved his hand, lay back on the bed, and wrapped himself in the quilt like a silkworm pupa. He said, "Forget it. You've grown wings and become capable now. Your master can't control you anymore. So do whatever you want, I won't bother with you."
Hearing this, Lu Wuming became flustered.
He quickly shook his head, leaned back beside Liu Buli, and said pitifully, "Master, Wuming is not disobedient. If you truly hate it this much, then tear them up. Wuming will give them to you."
Liu Buli raised an eyebrow and glanced back.
He saw that their big dog's eyes were red, as if he would cry if Liu Buli said another word. He looked incredibly pathetic.
Seeing his reaction, Liu Buli didn't know what expression to wear. He could only sigh helplessly and say, "Look at you. I wasn't even that angry when you painted my erotic pictures while I was sleeping. Why are you so wronged when I ask you to hand them over?"
"Because the paintings depict Master and myself," Lu Wuming pouted. "If Master tears them up and destroys them, it's like destroying both of us. Thinking about it makes me sad, so of course I'm wronged."
What he said was indeed quite reasonable.
Since it had come to this point, it would be too heartless for Liu Buli to refuse any further.
He finally waved his hand, realizing that on this matter, he had almost never won against Lu Wuming.
But it was fine.
After all, this was the person he had chosen and the disciple he had doted on and raised. He could tolerate a few minor flaws; it was no big deal.
Liu Buli was always excellent at comforting himself.
After clarifying things in his heart, he thought for a moment and added to Lu Wuming, "You can keep these paintings for now, but if you want to paint more in the future, you must tell me. You can't hide it from me."
Lu Wuming's face lit up with surprise. "Master, you'll allow me to continue painting? I thought you would disagree."
Liu Buli rolled his eyes. "I would like to disagree, but if I disagree, you'll just paint them secretly. Now that you've grown up, you've learned to scheme behind my back. Do you think you're hiding it well? Do you think I don't know about your little tricks?"
Lu Wuming remained silent, stunned.
In fact, Liu Buli was right. He had always thought that way.
Seeing what his foolish disciple was thinking, Liu Buli couldn't be bothered to explain further. He just shook his head and said, "But remember this clearly: you must keep everything you paint well. Absolutely no one else can see it. If anyone else sees it, I will be angry with you. So angry that I won't be appeased, understand?"
Lu Wuming nodded vigorously.
He actually wanted to tell Liu Buli that Liu Buli was being too worried.
Even if he were incredibly foolish, he would never let anyone else see his Master's beautiful appearance.
Thinking this, Lu Wuming shook his head forcefully and said, "Master, don't worry. I will keep all these things safe. I won't let anyone else see them, nor will I let anyone have the chance to!"
Moreover, just imagining the possibility of others seeing them made Lu Wuming want to kill someone.
His Master was only for him to see.
From the past to the present, and even far into the future, it would always be like this, with no change.
With that, Lu Wuming's paintings and his handmade clothes were successfully kept. In the following period, life became much calmer than expected.
Although Lu Wuming had fallen in love with painting, he had not forgotten to meditate and cultivate. Watching his every action every day, Liu Buli felt that the term "time management master" should refer to someone like him.
Not only did he have time to practice his painting skills every day, but he could also occasionally make a new outfit for Liu Buli, and they were all exquisitely made and beautiful, with no flaws to be found.
Over time, Liu Buli gradually adapted to his behavior. Even though he himself was not particularly interested in dressing up, everyone would like beautiful clothes.
More than half a year passed like this, and a major event finally occurred in the cultivation world—
Shen Muzhi, the Valley Master of Medicine Master Valley, resigned.
However, for Liu Buli, this was not a major event. After all, he had been informed from the beginning and was mentally prepared. So, when he heard the news, he simply responded with an "oh" and felt no particular emotion.
What surprised him wasn't Shen Muzhi's resignation. It was that all the elders of Medicine Master Valley unanimously approved it, and there was no attempt to persuade him to stay. Shen Muzhi left Medicine Master Valley with his lover, and the remaining elders and hall masters held a martial arts competition to publicly elect a new Valley Master.
This situation was a rare scandal in the entire cultivation world. Many bored people went to watch the spectacle. Conversely, Liu Buli, who usually loved to watch lively events, stayed honestly in his courtyard this time, with no intention of joining the fun.
His behavior made Lu Wuming somewhat surprised.
He couldn't help but ask Liu Buli, but Liu Buli just smiled and said, "Even if I went, I would only see a bunch of disorganized rookies fighting each other. Honestly, it's not interesting. But I can guarantee you that no matter who they elect as the new Valley Master, Medicine Master Valley as a sect is finished. These people have no brains, no further aspirations or ambitions. They don't even have much basic cultivation ability. So, before long, the number one sect in the art of alchemy in the world will be our Dan Sect, and no one else."