Chapter 31 Chapter 31 "Aning, let me say something."...
As the wind blew, the maple trees above made a crisp "rustling" sound, and the five-pointed maple leaves fluttered and fell on the lush grass.
Meng Yaoguang looked at Yao Ning: "So this is what you mean by owing nothing to each other?"
Yao Ning turned his head away, eyes bitter, and said stubbornly, "Yes. I hate him... I hate him. If he dies, he dies. I don't care at all."
Meng Yaoguang's gaze fell on her white fingers gripping the teacup. "Don't worry, he won't die. Sect Leader Gu sent a message saying Aunt Chen Qian has taken out her most valuable elixir, and he'll be back to normal soon."
His five scallion-like fingers loosened slightly, their fingertips turning rosy again. Yao Ning took a sip of tea and, as if belatedly realizing it, thought, "Regardless of the Xuanqing Sect, he's the cousin of the Beiming Sect and holds such a high position in the cultivation world. Regardless of family ties or personal interests, the Beiming Sect will absolutely save him at all costs."
Meng Yaoguang looked at Yao Ning's profile. The last time he saw her, Yao Ning still had some baby fat and her cheeks were round and plump. But now she was obviously much thinner, the childishness on her face had faded, and her bone contours were clearly visible, showing an astonishing beauty.
Her long hair was tied up behind her head, her white hairband fluttered in the wind, her white clothes fluttered, her eyes were indifferent and weary, and as she sat under the bright red maple tree, she actually had a bit of ethereal air.
Meng Yaoguang was surprised to find that Yao Ning looked very similar to Shen Qian for a moment.
She concealed her feelings, stood up, walked to Yao Ning, and held her head in her arms.
Yao Ning had never been so close to anyone before. He was a little at a loss for a moment and subconsciously wanted to struggle, but Meng Yaoguang held him down gently and without any rejection.
Meng Yaoguang was born with supernatural powers, which almost made Yao Ning breathless.
Meng Yaoguang touched her head and said, "The Beiming Sect has elixirs, but my Tianshu Sect doesn't have any?"
Yao Ning looked up in confusion. Meng Yaoguang's eyebrows were raised. "I will also heal your wounds at all costs and ensure that you will be stronger than before."
Yao Ning was stunned for a moment, then smiled with bright eyes, revealing his white jade-like teeth.
Meng Yaoguang also laughed and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, which made Yao Ning's eyes burst into tears. Only then did he realize that he had accidentally used too much force and hurriedly wiped her tears.
At this moment, Meng Yaoguang's spiritual sense sensed a communication talisman, and his mind moved as he heard a voice ringing in his ears.
"My lady, that fairy is still guarding outside the gate today and has not left."
Meng Yaoguang paused and asked Yao Ning, "Your senior sister is here. Do you want to see her?"
Because Yao Ning and Shen Qian were both seriously injured that day, but Wang Mianzhi took Shen Qian away alone and left Yao Ning behind, Meng Yaoguang was angry with Wang Mianzhi, and also took his anger out on Shen Qian and the entire Xuan Qing Sect.
Before, Yao Ning was still asleep, and Chu Liang asked to see her through the door, but Meng Yaoguang refused to let him in. Now that Yao Ning was awake, she had no choice but to tell him the truth.
Yao Ning was very surprised and didn't care about the pain on his face: "Senior Sister! Where is she? I'll go see her."
Meng Yaoguang supported her: "Don't worry, I'll go with you."
She sent a message to the gatekeeper through her spiritual consciousness: "Let her in."
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The gate of Tianshu Sect is made of bluestone, towering into the clouds. The gatehouse has flying eaves and brackets, and is finely carved. Through the gate, one can see the mountains winding away behind it, the rushing and winding rivers between the mountains, and the carved and painted buildings hidden in the clouds.
The thirty-three stone steps have withstood the wind and rain of time, with branches and leaves draped all around, and a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
The sunlight filtered through the thick branches and leaves, falling on the woman's snow-white hair.
Chu Liangxiu sat on a tree branch, her body covered with tiny icicles. The air here was moist, and water vapor could be condensed at will. She liked it very much and waited alone for three days without getting impatient.
A figure in white stepped onto the bluestone steps and slowly approached.
"Senior sister, what are you doing?"
Chu Liangxiu tilted his head to glance at it, then looked away and continued playing with the ice flowers: "Is it all done?"
Chen Qian's face still had a sickly look, his complexion as white as glass, reflecting his radiant eyes and eyebrows, which made him look fragile and charming, like a beautiful woman with a weak constitution. His voice was a little hoarse, "I'm all better now."
In Chu Liangxiu's eyes, this guy looked like he was too sick to be beaten, but he was still too stubborn to save face. Chu Liangxiu didn't bother to pay attention to him.
A young disciple in purple walked out of the Tianshu sect's main gate, approached and looked at the two of them, then bowed to Chu Liangxiu on the tree and said, "Fairy, the eldest lady invites you."
Chu Liangxiu's eyes lit up, and he turned over and got down from the tree. Fine ice flowers splashed like rain, reflecting the sunlight. The young disciple was dazzled by the sight. Chu Liangxiu had already passed him and entered the gate, with Chen Qian following closely behind him.
The disciple came back to his senses: "Immortal Lord! The eldest lady only invited this fairy, you..."
Chen Qian nodded at him: "I am the fairy's servant."
He said "thank you" again and followed Chu Liangxiu into the gate.
The disciple said in a daze: "Servant...servant? Isn't that Immortal Master Shen? I am not seeing wrong!"
The disciple shook his head and hurriedly chased after him: "Immortal Master Shen, you can't go in..."
There was a restriction at the Tianshu sect's main gate. Without permission, outsiders could not enter even if the gate was opened. When Chen Qian followed Chu Liangxiu in, the restriction was removed for her.
In the distance, Meng Yaoguang paused, glanced at Yao Ning beside him, and finally let Chen lead the way into the door.
The two stood at the bow of the immortal boat. Yao Ning saw a cold light flashing in the distance, getting closer and closer, and hurriedly said, "Not good!"
Yao Ning flew away from the immortal boat with a single step. Meng Yaoguang only saw a shadow flash before her eyes. An icy blue figure passed by her, glancing at her expressionlessly, its white hair flowing in the wind like a snow mountain elf.
Meng Yaoguang stood there in a daze for a moment.
Chu Liangxiu gave Meng Yaoguang a warning look, then chased after Yao Ning with a sword in hand. The ice-edge sword slashed down, and the waterfall hitting the ground froze instantly. The loud "boom" sound suddenly disappeared.
Icy spikes rose from the water's surface. Yao Ning was forced to flee in panic by this relentless attack. Chu Liangshou attacked with his sleeves, and asked in a flat tone, "Why did you leave without saying goodbye?"
Yao Ning dodged the oncoming sword: "Senior Sister, listen to me!"
Chu Liangxiu's moves were unreserved, which was her usual style, but Yao Ning could vaguely sense the anger in her heart.
"Why didn't I return my communication talisman?"
Fu Guangjian blocked an attack for Yao Ning, and hailstones scattered like blossoming flowers. Yao Ning said softly, "I originally wanted to settle down and have a long talk with you. It wasn't intentional..."
The sounds of people and birds disappeared from her ears. The birds flew away from the thousands of mountains, and the people disappeared from the thousands of paths. This was the annihilation effect inherent in Chu Liangxiu's ice and snow mental method, and it was only when she exerted her full strength that the surroundings would be affected by this.
Snowflakes fluttered and collided with the flying flowers on the wind, creating a series of wonderful scenes among the green mountains and green waters.
Yao Ning had no time to appreciate it. Chu Liangxiu had always been a person who showed no sadness or joy, like a silent ice tree. But at this moment, the ice tree was bathed in fire. She was really angry.
Yao Ning was a little scared.
Chu Liangxiu asked again, "Why didn't you tell me about your serious injury? Why didn't you tell the Sect Master? We still heard about your injury from other people!"
The heavy sword floated in the air with Chu Liang's sleeve, and the air flow blew her clothes and long hair. Her beautiful elf-like face still had no expression, but her light-colored pupils were slightly red.
Yao Ning was stunned.
Chu Liangxiu approached suddenly, grabbed Yao Ning's collar, and lifted him up like a chick. His voice was dry, flat, and lifeless: "Yao Ning, you are so annoying."
Yao Ning shuddered. It seemed that the senior sister was really angry. He would not be able to escape a beating today.
Past memories came back to him. He was beaten by Chu Liangxiu. He was afraid that the 70% of his injuries would be reduced by 20%. Yao Ning shrank his shoulders and was really afraid.
"Master Sister..."
"Shut up."
Yao Ning closed his eyes and accepted his fate.
Suddenly, her body relaxed, and then something pulled her neck. She opened her eyes and saw Chu Liangxiu holding a small object. He asked her, "What is this?"
It was an ice flower, shaped like a cherry blossom, only the size of a finger, crystal clear, and reflecting the colorful sunlight.
Ice melts when it encounters heat, but this ice flower retains its newly formed shape, with a layer of spiritual power wrapped around it, which is the warm breath of the scorching sun that Chu Liangxiu is familiar with.
Chu Liangxiu blinked his light-colored eyelashes, and distant memories came back to him.
It was a snowy day. The junior sister had returned from the secret realm, severely injured and relegated to another realm. She had been in seclusion for a long time. When she went to pick her up on the day she emerged, she saw that she looked sad, so she clumsily made a tiny ice flower in the shape of a cherry blossom.
After several years, the ice flower was still intact. Yao Ning strung it with a red rope and hung it around his neck with great care.
Chu Liangxiu glanced at her, put down the ice flower, and stuffed Yao Ning back into his clothes.
As the two men fought their way forward, the frozen icicles melted, the waterfall began to flow again, and a loud bang was heard.
Chu Liangxiu looked at the sky, the ground, and the surrounding flowers, plants, and trees, and caught a glimpse of two figures out of the corner of his eye.
The purple one is Meng Yaoguang, and the white one is Chen Qian.
She was unhappy with the competition.
The unresolved anger found a new outlet. Chu Liangxiu stretched out his hand, and the six-pointed sword fell into his hand with a snap. "I'm going to meet Meng Yaoguang."
Yao Ning breathed a sigh of relief and slowly landed on the ground.
She was still wearing her pajamas, her hair and dress were wet and sticky and tangled together. Yao Ning was combing her long hair when he heard footsteps beside his ears.
When Chen Qian approached, he saw Yao Ning in white clothes and black hair. He was facing him sideways, revealing a part of his frosty neck, and a faint red line could be seen under his clothes.
He had seen Yao Ning in many ways: when she was married, her wedding dress was as bright as fire, her face was radiant; when she wore red, her beauty was overwhelming, and she was very lively; when they slept together, she wore thin clothes and lowered her head...
Those gazes that he once ignored seemed to have traveled through time and, together with this moment, were slowly shaking his chest.
Boom, boom, boom.
His Adam's apple moved and his throat felt terribly dry.
Yao Ning glanced sideways and cast a light glance over.
Shen Qian stood there, the blood rumbling in his ears and a dense pain in his heart.
Yao Ning just glanced at him, then looked away and left.
If it were in the past, Chen Qian would have definitely stopped where he was, with the shadow hanging over his head like a cloud, making him afraid and unwilling to take another step.
He would tell himself that he didn't care.
Then he will believe that he really doesn't care.
But at this moment, Chen Qian no longer hesitated. He caught up with Yao Ning in a few steps and grabbed her arm. When she stopped and looked back, his hand slid down and held her hand tightly.
"A Ning, let me say something."
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