Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

Chapter 88 Thank you, I really like it.

"it is good!"

Upon hearing this, Jingyou immediately perked up.

Jing Shu casually delivered another blow to Jing You's head, "Shut up."

Jingyou covered his head and dared not speak.

Xue Niang laughed heartily. Although she didn't know what Zheng Hongliang was like before, she wondered if Zheng Hongtian would regret expelling Jing You from the Yaoyang Sect when they met.

"Then we won't disturb you any longer. After saying goodbye, we also need to prepare to return to our sect." Xue Niang and the elder stood up at the same time, preparing to leave.

"Fellow Daoist Jing Shu, and Fellow Daoist Jing You, I look forward to our next meeting." Xue Niang smiled meaningfully, then led everyone away.

"Ugh, such troublesome thank-you etiquette. I told them to go back first, but they wouldn't leave," Jingyou said, slumped on the table, speechless.

"They're moving pretty fast now."

Jing Shu placed the storage ring in his hand on Jing You's desk. "Are you injured?"

Jingyou picked it up without any hesitation, feigning surprise, and said, "Wow, bro! It's been a whole night, and you're only just remembering me?"

"Give it back if you keep talking nonsense." Jing Shu didn't buy it at all and said calmly.

"Hey! It's nothing, I'm not hurt at all! It didn't even hurt as much as when you hit me a couple of times, bro!"

Jingyou said with a grin, and then put the storage ring back into his storage bag.

He's been through the grueling training of his two older brothers! And with all those pills they gave him, if he were injured, he wouldn't even have the face to show his face, let alone Jing Shu.

"Go pack your things yourself. We're leaving now and heading back to the Cloud Burial Sect."

"Alright! Bro!" Jingyou disappeared in the blink of an eye. He needed to go and grab some snacks before he left!

As soon as Jingyou left, Jingran came out of the room.

Dressed in a sleek, ice-blue outfit that accentuated her slender waist, the hem of her clothes was stained with patches of black ink. Unusually, Jing Ran didn't wear her hair down; instead, she tied it all up in a high ponytail, losing the scholarly air of her previous white robes and gaining a more spirited and dashing appearance.

A flicker of amazement crossed Jing Shu's eyes, then his gaze darkened. His master wasn't suited to wearing such tight-fitting clothes; his waist was too slender...

"Is it not good-looking?" Jingran looked at Jingshu's silent expression and assumed it was not good-looking.

He hadn't expected that the robe Jing Shu gave him could change its style and color according to his own ideas. This was the robe he subconsciously thought of at the time, and that's what it turned out to be. The robe wasn't of high grade, but it was cleverly designed.

"It looks good." Jing Shu smiled upon hearing this. "Aran looks very good in this."

Jingran walked over, a slight smile playing on her lips. There were no flowery words, but Jingran felt that Jingshu's words came from the heart; he genuinely thought it was beautiful, and that was enough.

Jing Shu took out a hairband that matched Jing Ran's clothes from his storage ring.

"Ran, let me help you change your hairband. Your white one is too plain."

"it is good."

Jingran sat down, pulled off the headband, and her hair, which had just been tied up, cascaded down, covering her fair neck.

Jing Shu stood behind Jing Ran, gently gathering Jing Ran's hair into his hands, and with his other hand took out a wooden comb to tie Jing Ran's hair up again.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the hairband was securely tied to Jingran's head.

"Okay." Jing Shu said softly, reluctantly letting down the ends of his hair where Jing Ran couldn't see.

Jing Shu put away the wooden comb and took out a bronze mirror so that Jing Ran could see the hair he had retied for him.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Jingran had to admit that this was much better than the one she had casually made.

"What's this?" Jingran touched the end of the drooping hair ribbon. There was an extra, crooked thing there, standing out conspicuously, as if someone had sewn it on separately.

Jingran pulled the end of the hairband to the front and saw what was on it—a crooked pattern sewn with black thread.

"Did you do this?" Jing Ran looked at Jing Shu and asked curiously.

"Hmm." Jing Shu gave a soft hum and put away the bronze mirror in his hand.

“I thought it was too plain, so I sewed it on. I saw it when I was training outside and thought it suited Master very well, so I bought it. I’ve always wanted to give it to Master, and now it’s perfect for Master to wear.”

"Ran, do you like it?"

This was bought by Xiao Jingshu, and he and Yuan Ying sewed it together. Neither of them knew how to sew, so they worked on it for a long time and almost got into an argument.

"Thank you, I like it very much." Jingran stroked the pattern on it, not knowing what the pattern represented, but he liked it.

Upon hearing Jing Ran's answer, the nascent soul inside the ancient jade curled up its lips and boasted to Xiao Jing Shu.

"See that! Master said he likes it!"

Xiao Jingshu got a little angry, "This was bought for Master! I deserve some credit too!"

She actually sewed it secretly while he was in seclusion! I'm so angry! There should have been a few stitches from him on it too!

Jingran lowered his eyes slightly. He hadn't thought amnesia was a big deal before, but now he wanted to remember, to know what Jingshu was like before, and even more so, to know what he had been like to Jingshu before...

"Jing Shu." Jing Ran suddenly called out to Jing Shu.

"Hmm?" Jing Shu responded while pouring Jing Ran a cup of flower tea.

"Do you have more than one split consciousness?" Jing Ran asked Jing Shu suddenly.

Jing Shu paused while pouring tea, and placed the teapot back on the table just before the tea overflowed.

The nascent soul inside the ancient jade was slightly taken aback. Had his master discovered him?

"Hmm, how did Aran find out?"

Jing Shu didn't hide anything; he had already decided to tell his master everything after leaving the Secret Realm. So, he wasn't too nervous about being brought up now.

"It's too obvious. Their personalities are different. Wasn't he the one who taught the children to read that time?" Jing Ran tapped her fingers lightly on the table, recalling Jing Shu's strange behavior at that time.

“Yes.” Jing Shu nodded. “He was also a split off from my consciousness. As for the reason, I will tell Aran about it after she recovers, shall we?”

"Why? Can't we say now?" Jingran asked, puzzled.

“His appearance is related to a secret about me. I want to let Aran remember everything before I tell Aran everything.” Jing Shu poured another cup of tea and placed it in front of Jing Ran, looking at Jing Ran with a serious expression.

"At that time, I want Aran to make a choice."

Jingran looked at Jingshu, but ultimately didn't press the matter further, only saying a word.

"it is good."