72 Chapter 72

"Ms. Ziqiu, may I ask how you first met Ning Caichen?"

"Why are you so in love with Ning Caichen?"

"I really want to hear your love story!"

"What attracted you to Ning Caichen?"

"What do you think is the difference between you and Nie Xiaoqian?"

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The fictional drama is mixed with real emotions, and Ning Caichen's absence does not diminish the flavor of this pair of CPs at all. On the contrary, this mixture of true and false emotions in and out of the play can arouse the interest of fans even more. Whether it is Nie Xiaoqian Ning Caichen or Ziqiu Ji Chuanbai, they are all irresistible.

The fans kept asking Zi Qiu questions for a long time, wanting to dig up all the stories between the two of them, both on and off the stage. It was not until half of the question time had passed that a fan finally asked another question.

"Hello everyone! I'd like to ask Yan Chixia, are you really a swordsman? Why are the fight scenes in the movie so well-filmed?"

She was a female cultivator with a flushed face, and it was obvious that she was a fan of Xuan Mo. There were several other young ladies around her with equally flushed faces, and their eyes were full of admiration when they looked at her.

In comparison, Xuan Mo's sales pitch seemed dry. He took the microphone and simply said, "I'm a true sword cultivator," without further comment. Seeing the disappointment on the faces of the young female cultivators who had finally snatched the opportunity, Ning Shu, the part-time host, immediately jumped in to save the situation:

"Hyun Mo is a truly talented swordsman on our crew! He improvised many of the fight scenes in the movie. Hyun Mo, would you mind taking this opportunity to show us some cool sword dancing?"

"Good--!!!" Before Xuan Mo could say anything, the audience below the stage burst into deafening applause.

The audience's overly enthusiastic cheers echoed throughout the venue. Ning Shu could only lean over to Xuan Mo and whisper in his ear, "The coolest performances need to include special effects."

“Oh——!!!” Perhaps because the whispering posture looked a bit intimate, the already heated atmosphere became even more heated.

Xuan Mo nodded obediently with red ears. Soon the stage in the middle was cleared. With the compact and dynamic drum beats, he drew his sword and performed several sword flowers in the center of the stage. The ice-blue sword energy dyed the Xuanshuang sword into a blue lightsaber as if it was enchanted. The audience exclaimed in amazement at his various elegant and handsome high-difficulty moves.

"ah--!!!"

"Amazing! That's amazing!!!"

"Ah! I want to be a swordsman! I want to learn swordsmanship too!"

"Yan Chixia, look at me! Look at me!"

"I want to be your Taoist partner!"

Outside the screen, Qi Ling was also looking at the handsome stage full of swords and sabers and sighed, "You sword cultivators are so good! Look how you have charmed those female cultivators... What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" He was shocked when he saw the sword cultivator with a tangled face.

"Master Junior Brother's sword energy is bursting out. It's obvious that he's serious about this." The sword cultivator's usually cold face couldn't help but reveal an expression of disbelief. "Those people are still screaming? If I were them, I would definitely turn around and run!"

Seeing Qi Ling's puzzled expression, the sword cultivator could only point at the screen and explain to him how dangerous those viewers were. "Once a sword cultivator's sword energy is released, it cannot be controlled. Any living creature within the range of the sword energy is at risk of being strangled by the sharp blade!"

He pointed at the azure dots of light on the screen that were flashing and darting across most of the field like stars. "The people in the front row are in great danger right now. Their heads might be torn apart at any moment!"

It felt like watching a wild beast running out of its cage and ready to pounce on the audience, while those stupid audience members were still laughing and shouting "Mimi" at the stage!

Is this right? Are these low-level monks really willing to die?

"This... you sword cultivators are too mysterious. You don't talk much usually. It's normal that low-level cultivators who have never dealt with you don't understand these things..." Qi Ling touched the back of his head awkwardly: "And look, isn't everything fine? The sword dance is over and no one is injured?"

"This is simply unbelievable!" The sword cultivator held his forehead and sighed, "I have no idea why this is happening!"

Qi Ling, who had become a tenth-level CP fan these days, pondered for a moment. "What do you think? Could it be because of that female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect? Your sect leader is willing to suppress his arrogance and become a harmless actor for her? What do you think? Doesn't it make sense?"

"No matter how hard you try to restrain your sword energy, can you really take it back?" The sword cultivator looked unconvinced. "Besides, I don't think our Junior Brother, the Sect Leader, will be easily deceived by the Hehuan Sect..."

"That's because you haven't got eyes that can see love!" Qi Ling pointed at Xuan Mo on the screen with a look that said, "You're still too naive." His eyes instantly grew sharp. "I'm telling you, your sect leader definitely has something going on with that female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect! Look, the way he looks at that female cultivator isn't innocent!"

That sword cultivator: ...

He raised his head and followed Qi Ling's finger to look at the master's junior brother on the screen. The other party's breathing was a little rapid because he had just finished a vigorous exercise, but there was nothing wrong with him. He was just looking at the host like other actors.

"Why, why is it not innocent?" He looked for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

Qi Ling then pointed at the look in Xuan Mo's eyes as he looked at Ning Shu: "Look! That look is so affectionate! And it's filled with warmth, and Aruo even looked back! These two have been staring at each other for more than three breaths, they're definitely a young couple!"

That sword cultivator: ...

"Are they a couple? Isn't that too hasty?"

And how did you tell the affection and temperature? I could only see that the head disciple was looking at the host normally!

"You sword cultivators are just too slow!" Qi Ling had a look of disappointment on his face. He turned around and took out a new device that was recently sold on the first floor of the cinema from his Qiankun bag - a high-definition promax version of the Lingying Stone specially used for taking photos and recording videos. He pointed the camera at the TV screen and recorded a clip.

He then showed the swordsman the image of Xuan Mo looking at Ning Shu, adjusting the camera to zoom in on Xuan Mo's handsome face and then slowing it down to twice the speed. "How is it? Do you see it now? Is his gaze deeply affectionate? Is there warmth in it?"

It just so happened that Zixiao, who played the Black Mountain Old Demon on TV, also sang his character song. The lingering and gentle singing voice was filled with sorrow and sadness. The swordsman watched the slowed-down close-up of Xuan Mo on the video recorder and actually saw some traces of affection.

"Really..." The swordsman muttered to himself as he looked at Xuan Mo's deep, focused eyes captured in slow motion. Then, as if realizing something, he pointed at the slightly raised corner of his mouth on the screen. "He's smiling! Master Junior Brother is actually smiling! Could it be that he really is..."

The sword cultivator's face showed a deeply shocked expression, as if the door to a new world had been opened: "So that's how it is. So the master junior brother is really with the female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect... What should I do..."

Seeing the swordsman's face full of doubt about life, Qi Ling patted him on the shoulder in a familiar manner: "Don't be so sad. Let me tell you, watching others fall in love is much sweeter and happier than falling in love yourself! Hey, look!"

As he said this, he pointed at the side of Ning Shu's face on the screen, which was inadvertently turned back in the middle of the show. "Look, Aruo is looking back! They're staring at each other again! She ignored all the other actors and even the elders of the Hehuan Sect, but chose to stare at your sect leader! What does this mean?"

Following Qi Ling's guidance, the swordsman raised his head and this time actually saw something different from the brief exchange of glances between the two. He tentatively asked, "Does this mean... they are in love with each other?"

"This means that they must have secretly pledged their love for each other for three lifetimes!" Qi Ling's tone was firm. He leaned on the counter with his hands supporting his cheeks, and his tone of voice was both regretful and yearning.

"One is a genius swordsman who doesn't understand love, and the other is the young master of the Hehuan Sect, who is used to the pleasures of the world. The two fell in love during a filming, but due to worldly concerns, they couldn't be together openly. They couldn't express their feelings in words, and could only exchange glances to express their feelings..."

Just at this time, the audience question-and-answer session ended, and a singing session of a movie theme song was inserted in the middle. In a misty cloud similar to Lanruo Temple, Aruo held Xuanmo's hand and the two sang affectionately to each other.

"The east wind blows my tears in vain, my longing is hard to express, my dreams have no basis..."

On the big screen behind the stage, Aruo, who was in the form of a female ghost with a vague figure, had a look of reluctance and determination, but in the end she pushed Yan Chixia out of the barrier.

In the movie, Aruo watched Yan Chixia's figure getting farther and farther away, and a tear slowly flowed from the corner of his eye.

On the stage, Ning Shu held Xuan Mo's hand, the two looked at each other, and slowly sang the last lyrics:

"If we were not destined to meet in the previous life, we will meet again in the next life."

There is a kind of fateful entanglement of past and present lives slowly entwining between the two people on the stage. The audience below is deeply moved, and the shining fluorescent sticks gather into a dreamy galaxy.

Off-screen, looking at Xuan Mo's ears, which were red as blood, the swordsman was finally infected by their "deep affection". He also rested his chin on one hand and slowly leaned on the counter: "They are such a perfect match..."

They are simply a match made in heaven!

"Think carefully, our Qingfeng Sword Sect doesn't practice the Way of Mercy, so finding a Taoist partner doesn't seem to be a big deal..."

The sword cultivator stood up and left in a daze, sleepwalking through the deserted streets. He pushed open the weapon shop opened by the Qingfeng Sword Sect and said, "Brothers, I have realized it!"

The sword cultivators who also gathered together to watch the live broadcast: ...

What did you realize?

"Master Junior Brother and the Young Master of the Hehuan Sect are a match made in heaven! There is no one in the world more perfectly matched than them!"

Other sword cultivators: ...

"Brother Bai Wei, isn't this too hasty?"

"That's because you are too slow! You don't have eyes that can see love!"

“……?”

"Let me explain it to you one by one..."

【Author’s words】

*Ouyang Xiu's "Qingyu'an" and Yue Wan's "Bosuanzi: Dashi"

CP fans finally started spreading from person to person under the heavy sales of black-hearted film and television companies [dog head]

And, in my humble opinion: slow down the video and add background music, and you will see that all dogs are affectionate [laughing and crying]. Don’t ask, because if you ask, it means you have been deceived more than once [covering your face and laughing and crying]