Chapter 22 Chapter 22 "Brother Shen, it's still cold in early spring, you...

One month after the incident of the Marriage Lantern, Chen Qian walked across the aerial plank road of Xuanqing Sect.

Clouds and mist drifted outside the plank road, hiding the figures of a few disciples who were taking a break, and faint voices of people could be heard.

"Yao Ning is so pitiful. It's been a month and I haven't heard about any wedding."

"Master Shen's attitude clearly shows that he doesn't want to marry her!"

"The entire cultivation world knows about this. If Master Shen insists on not marrying her, how embarrassed will Junior Master be."

"You know what? A lot of people saw Junior Master's face that night. Her portraits are all over Jiuzhou. I'm afraid those who watched the show didn't know how they laughed at her behind her back."

"I can't stand this."

"I also."

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Shen Qian frowned.

Then a lowered voice was heard saying, "Yao Ning is of humble origin after all. He is not a good match for Senior Brother Shen. He is not well-known in Jiuzhou. Perhaps after some time, everyone will gradually forget about him."

"That's hard to say. You don't know how many female cultivators in the immortal sects and families admire Senior Brother Shen. Others can forget, but these people can't. Not only can they not forget, they might even try every possible means to make all the cultivators in Jiuzhou remember Yao Ning's ugly appearance!"

"Why?! They like Senior Brother Shen and dare not do anything. Yao Ning was just chosen by the marriage lamp, and she has to endure such maliciousness!"

"Who says it's not? But she has been chosen by the marriage lamp, and everyone in Jiuzhou knows it. But Senior Brother Shen despises her and refuses to marry her. It is indeed embarrassing."

Chen Qian's face turned cold when he heard this. Just as he was about to scold him, he heard a very light footsteps.

A piece of bright red clothing floated into the field of vision.

Shen Qian raised his head.

Yao Ning was a few steps away from him, still wearing red clothes and gold jewelry, gorgeous and eye-catching.

There was a slight smile on her lips, as if the rumors had not hurt her at all, and her bright black eyes curved.

“Brother Shen, long time no see.”

As soon as the clear voice came out, the discussions behind the rocks stopped abruptly, followed by dead silence.

Chen Qian nodded indifferently and walked away.

When they passed by, Yao Ning suddenly turned to look at him and said softly, "Brother Chen, it's still cold in early spring, your clothes are too thin."

Shen Qian paused.

He looked at his hands, which were red from the cold morning breeze.

In fact, he could keep warm by transferring his spiritual energy, but he always forgets.

When she was a child, in winter, Chu Liangxiu's mother would sew thick fur coats for her, with a fluffy fur collar to wrap the little girl tightly and warmly. Chen Qian's mother didn't know how to make these, so Chu Liangxiu's mother would make a few sets for Chen Qian.

Later, when his aunt passed away, Chu Liangxiu practiced ice and snow techniques and became less afraid of the cold, so he no longer had winter clothes.

When he remembered, he would use spiritual power or magic to keep warm. When he couldn't remember, he didn't care. After all, cultivators were strong and healthy and would not get sick from the cold.

After saying this, Yao Ning stepped aside to make way for him.

Shen Qian looked at her.

She is in a bad situation now, but this person is still calm and smiling.

She seemed to be completely unconcerned with the humiliation, gossip, future gazes, and ridicule of people.

So what does she care about?

Chu Liangxiu cares about her strength.

He cares about his ascension to the great path.

What does Junior Sister care about?

Chen Qian came back to his senses and was slightly surprised. He found that he unconsciously wanted to find out what Yao Ning was thinking.

He doesn't care about Yao Ning.

Don't care about her difficult situation in the future.

She doesn't care if anyone laughs at her.

None of this has anything to do with him. Yao Ning is an insignificant person.

Shen Qian pursed his lips, retracted his gaze and left.

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An inn outside the secret realm.

The gauze curtain hung down, casting a shadowy, dim and ambiguous shadow.

Soon after their marriage, he and Yao Ning moved into separate rooms. When they walked into the inn that day, the owner said that there was only one upper room left.

Yao Ning didn't say anything.

Shen Qian thought that if there was no upper room, he could sleep in an ordinary room or change to another inn, which was not a big deal.

But when he looked at Yao Ning's lowered head, he suddenly remembered that in the secret realm, this man was hiding behind a tree, watching other female cultivators invite him to practice dual cultivation.

If he were to follow his old temper, when he saw a blushing woman talking to him, he would find an excuse to walk away before she could say anything.

But at that time, he didn't move.

He felt unhappy and inexplicably irritated.

Yao Ning saw it, why didn't he stand up in time? When she was scheming to "force" herself to marry her, she was still so bold and reckless.

If I really agreed to practice dual cultivation with someone, would she be able to hide behind the tree and not say a word?

Or she felt that even if she got married and had a Taoist partner, practicing dual cultivation with someone would not be a big deal.

If someone invites her, will she agree?

Shen Qian just thought about it for a moment, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.

"Can the two of you stay in one room upstairs?" the shopkeeper looked at the two of them and asked tentatively.

Chen Qian came back to his senses, glanced at Yao Ning, and saw that she turned her head away.

He hummed in his heart and put down the silver: "Okay."

But when he slept in the same bed for the first time in a long time, Chen Qian found that he couldn't sleep.

There was a hot body beside him, which he could not ignore even if he kept a distance from the other party.

His beautiful wife was very well-behaved and docile, like a wealthy lady who valued chastity and had dignified manners. She was wrapped tightly in her nightgown, lying straight and straight, sleeping beside him without saying a word.

Chen Qian closed his eyes, trying to calm his chaotic thoughts.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt a soft touch on his eyelids.

When he realized what it was, he felt like he was struck by lightning and couldn't move.

He slowly opened his eyelids.

The warm yellow lights of the night market came in through the window and spread across Yao Ning's face. The affection in her eyes was so heavy and so strong, as if the ebb and flow of time and the changes in the world would not change it in the slightest.

At that moment, Chen Qian's heart felt as if it was burned by fire, and a distant and lonely sadness arose in the heat.