Song Liqing had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and her posture was as upright as a pine tree, standing quietly in place.

His hair was as black as ink, his eyes were cold and aloof, and his face was stern, as if nothing could affect him, not even the collapse of the heavens and the shattering of the earth.

Seeing his senior brother blocking his way without any room for resistance, Tu Longjian looked at his cold and handsome face and raised an eyebrow.

Dare to stop her?

A hint of anger and a desire to mock rose in her heart.

So he chuckled and said, "The wound is on my back, so I can't apply any tissue-regenerating fluid."

"Should I ask my senior brother for help? This is a trivial matter, I'm leaving..."

“Okay, I’ll help you.” Song Liqing nodded seriously, his expression clear, and his thin lips parted slightly:

"I don't want to see you get hurt."

Tu Longjian's lips curled slightly. Why were the master and disciple both so attentive?

Thinking of the tetanus-infected blade, she stopped insisting, to avoid anaerobic bacteria infecting the wound. If her senior brother wanted to help, he could, saving her the trouble.

Song Liqing's long, slender fingers, which were used to holding a sword for many years, dabbed some of the regenerating fluid and were about to apply it to the wound on the snow-white skin.

Unexpectedly, his hand was grabbed by a warm hand. "We need to clean and disinfect the wound first, then apply the medicine."

"Is...is that so?"

Song Liqing stammered for no apparent reason, attributing it to the fact that he hadn't spoken in a long time.

After Tu Longjian used water formed from ice and snow elements to wash the wound, Song Liqing applied the muscle-regenerating fluid to it with her fingertips, her movements somewhat clumsy.

The skin beneath my warm fingertips was delicate, but slightly cool from being rinsed with snow water.

The inside of the knuckles, where I hold a sword for many years, has some thin calluses that feel like sand.

He was a little stiff all over, and his earlobes were flushed.

When Tu Longjian turned around, she found that her senior brother's deep eyes were looking intently at her wound, as if he were looking at some rare treasure.

Her movements were gentle, and a faint blush rose on her fair and smooth cheeks, softening her cool and sharp eyes with a touch of tenderness.

Tu Longjian's eyes darkened.

However, her drab gray clothes somewhat diminished her ethereal beauty.

Tu Longjian suddenly spoke up: "Senior Brother, I think you would look better in white."

A woman of high status should be dressed in white, and if she wears gold-rimmed glasses, she will look even more ascetic. It's a pity that there is no such person in the world of cultivation.

"Really?" Song Liqing replied subconsciously as she withdrew her hand.

Looking at Tu Longjian's light-colored clothes, he suddenly thought of something, and his expression became somewhat unnatural.

Then... then wouldn't that mean I'd be wearing the same color as my junior sister?

His third junior sister, who loved reading storybooks, once told him that in the cultivation world, it was fashionable for couples to wear the same color robes to show that they were of one mind.

(He forgot that the last time he spoke to his third junior sister was fifty years ago; matching couple robes were no longer fashionable in the cultivation world.)

The redness on her earlobes deepened, and Song Liqing turned her head away, saying in a deep voice, "Now that the medicine has been applied, Junior Sister, let's go."

His voice was as cold as ice, and he turned and left decisively.

Tu Longjian felt somewhat bewildered; it was you who blocked his way, and it was you who turned around and left.

She was truly as cold as ice.

"Senior brother, wait a minute—"

Tu Longjian felt a pang of heartache when he saw the shattered Tetanus Blade on the ground.

She spent a long time digging out the items from the corner that she intended to give to Gan Xiuming; the rest were precious treasures that she couldn't bear to part with.

Finding another magic weapon as dilapidated as this would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Song Liqing's tall and imposing figure suddenly stopped, and he turned around to ask, "Is there anything else, Junior Sister?"

Tu Longjian sighed, "Oh, it's nothing, it's just that my magic weapon is broken."

"I know it's not my fault, senior brother. I'm just a little disappointed."

Crazy hints—

Seeing Tu Longjian's sorrowful expression, Song Liqing felt somewhat at a loss.

He wanted to offer something as an apology, but suddenly froze.

As a qualified swordsman, yes, he also maintained the fine tradition of swordsmen, being penniless...

Why wear gray? Because gray is durable and doesn't easily show its age.

He used everything his master gave him to nourish his sword, and he rarely asked his master for anything.

He could earn some spirit stones by doing sect missions, but he hadn't been down the mountain for a long time.

The muscle-regenerating elixir was given to him by his third junior sister because she said there was too much stock in the warehouse and it couldn't be stored there.

Song Liqing looked somewhat embarrassed. "I...I'll go back and see if there's anything I can do to make it up to you."

His family was destitute; he had nothing to compensate them for.

It seems I'll have to take on more jobs and go down the mountain to work.

Tu Longjian noticed his embarrassment and shook his head.

"Senior brother, do you have any scrap items? That magic weapon was already in a near-destructive state and isn't worth much."

"Ideally, they should be things that look good on the outside but are actually rotten inside."

This request is quite strange.

However, I do have one item that meets the requirements.

Without much thought, Song Liqing took out a small, exquisite bell from her storage bag and handed it over.

The bell is exquisitely crafted and has a gorgeous appearance.

"This is the Fire Bell, an auxiliary spiritual artifact I used during my Foundation Establishment stage. Wearing it can keep my consciousness clear."

"But it's broken now. Although it exudes the aura of a spiritual artifact, it's a piece of junk."

Tu Longjian's eyes lit up. This was undoubtedly a better gift than the Tetanus Blade, a beautiful piece of junk.

She accepted it with a smile, bowed and thanked him, saying, "Thank you for the gift, Senior Brother! This treasure is exactly what I wanted."

Song Liqing smiled slightly, assuming that his junior sister was still a young boy who liked novel and interesting things.

He gave a curt "hmm" and turned to leave.

They were just walking quickly, and seemed a little anxious.

He still planned to go to the Disciple Mission Hall to take on some challenging missions and go down the mountain to buy some useful treasures for his junior sister.

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