Chapter 33 Chapter 33 "She wants to monopolize the little apprentice sister."...
Chen Qian's gaze finally fell on Meng Yaoguang's face, and he frowned slightly: "Now is not the time to play around."
Meng Yaoguang put one hand behind his back and snorted, "Yao Ning is my good friend, she doesn't want to see you. Chen Qian, no one wants to play with you."
Chen Qian brushed her hand away without saying anything more. Meng Yaoguang was pushed back a step, still stretching out his hand vaguely without using any spiritual power at all.
"I can't beat you, but this is my Tianshu Sect's territory. Are you going to force your way in?"
She had a relaxed demeanor, and her every move was lazy and casual, but after these words came out, even Chen Qian had to stop.
Meng Yaoguang is the eldest daughter of the Tianshu Sect. She wants to escalate the dispute between her and Chen Qian into a conflict between the two sects.
Shen Qian frowned, feeling quite helpless.
He was a little confused for a moment.
Meng Yaoguang, he, and Wang Mianzhi were childhood sweethearts. Although Chen Qian's feelings for them were cold, he still believed that there was a friendship between them.
But I don't know when this man became close to his wife, and he chose to make trouble at such a critical moment.
Meng Yaoguang is usually kind, but he is still a bit reckless and condescending in his bones.
If she didn't move aside, Chen Qian wouldn't dare to force his way in.
He rubbed his brows, looked at Chu Liangxiu beside him, and said helplessly: "Senior Sister, are you just going to watch like this?"
Chu Liangxiu seemed to be still immersed in his own thoughts and responded slowly: "Huh?"
Chen Qian tried his best to be patient, speaking softly and politely, "She wants to monopolize the little junior sister."
Meng Yaoguang stared at Chen Qian with eyes wide open in disbelief, almost thinking he had just hallucinated.
Chu Liang turned his head and looked at Meng Yaoguang, narrowing his eyes slightly.
She opened her cherry lips slightly, her eyes fixed on Meng Yaoguang's face, but her words were directed to Yao Ning.
"stop."
There was a very light sound. Without any spiritual power, Yao Ning, who had already walked a hundred steps away, shuddered and almost stopped immediately.
Yao Ning turned around: "Senior Sister?"
Chu Liangxiu thought he had intimidated Meng Yaoguang with his threatening eyes, so he turned his head to look at Yao Ning: "Come here."
The three of them looked at Yao Ning.
She was stunned for a while, then turned back obediently and stood in front of Chu Liangxiu.
"You left without saying goodbye, didn't respond to messages, and made the Sect Master so anxious and angry that he had three big blisters at the corners of his mouth. I haven't settled the score with you yet."
Yao Ning's shoulders shook, he lowered his head and said nothing.
Chu Liangxiu's voice was ethereal and lacked ups and downs as he continued slowly, "Now that the demonic realm has invaded, you, as a disciple of Xuanqing, have not returned to the sect to help. The sect master has imparted to you immortal arts and taught you to slay demons and defend the Dao. Could it be that you have completely forgotten?"
Yao Ning raised his head: "I didn't."
Meeting Chu Liangxiu's cold gaze, he turned his face away as if stung.
"The Demon Lord's guardian Bai Su hurt you so much. The Demon Realm hurt your fellow senior brother. Will you not avenge this?"
"Of course I will." Yao Ning's chest was filled with anger. His face turned red after realizing it belatedly. He lowered his head and said, "Of course I will take revenge."
Chu Liangxiu was finally satisfied and glanced at Meng Yaoguang: "Why don't you come over then?"
Yao Ning hesitated for a moment, lowered her head and walked to Chu Liangxiu, who grabbed her wrist. The biting cold made her shiver, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand away, but was held even tighter.
Shen Qian took a look and his expression became strange.
Chu Liangxiu was completely unaware and took Yao Ning away. Yao Ning only had time to thank Meng Yaoguang and before he could say goodbye, a fairy carriage landed and Chu Liangxiu stuffed him into the carriage.
Yao Ning cautiously poked his head out: "Senior Sister, let me..."
Chu Liangxiu pushed her back expressionlessly.
Meng Yaoguang was about to step forward, but was stopped by a hand.
Chen Qian said, "I am the eldest disciple of the Xuanqing Sect who is supervising the younger sister. Does the eldest lady also want to interfere?"
Meng Yaoguang glared at him with eyes blazing with anger, and refused to let him look back.
Meng Yaoguang reluctantly took two steps back, and Chen Qian withdrew his hand and jumped onto the fairy car in one step.
"Senior Sister Chu! Today's battle was really exciting! I haven't met someone who can fight for a long time!" Meng Yaoguang shouted to Chu Liangxiu.
Chu Liangxiu lifted the curtain and her bent figure paused, then she straightened up. An ice-blue spiritual current flowed around her body, like the excited blood in her body.
Shen Qian frowned, thinking to himself that Meng Yaoguang was really despicable: "Senior Sister, it's important to return to the sect!"
Chu Liangxiu rubbed his fingers: "After my junior sister left the mountain, I haven't found any rivals."
Her eyes fell on Meng Yaoguang, and her whole body was eager to try. The Ice Edge Heavy Sword was summoned automatically by her mind.
Chu Liangxiu's cold white hand grasped the Six-pointed Sword and stroked it twice with great affection. The sword body suddenly disappeared and the spiritual flow around his body was withdrawn.
The white horse neighed, the immortal chariot rose into the air, and the Tianshu Sect was getting farther and farther away. Chu Liangxiu used his spiritual consciousness to transmit a message: "I will discipline my junior sister. I will compete with you next time."
Meng Yaoguang was unwilling to accept this: "Senior Sister Chu, Yao Ning is my best friend and a distinguished guest of the Tianshu Sect. You can take him away whenever you want. This is too arrogant."
Chu Liangxiu had a blank expression on his face. He gathered a small amount of spiritual power at his fingertips and pointed it at a small black dot on the ground.
The ball of spiritual power shot down and landed in front of Meng Yaoguang's eyes. A water curtain unfolded, which turned out to be a photo-recording bead that had just been formed.
The photo bead captured two brief scenes: a pair of ice-white hands reached into the collar of another person and pulled out a red thread, at the end of which was tied a small, translucent ice flower, which looked like a double-petaled cherry blossom.
The scene changed, and heavy snow fell. In the glass world, a woman in white clothes and white hair casually rubbed a small ice flower and handed it to the girl in red next to her.
The scene shattered, and the last bit of spiritual power from the Image Pearl, along with Chu Liangxiu's dull voice, fell into Meng Yaoguang's ears.
"When it comes to Junior Sister's best friend, I'm number one. Meng Yaoguang, don't even think about defeating me."
Meng Yaoguang's eyes were dull and he stood there in a daze for a moment, even forgetting to chase after the person.
The immortal carriage headed towards Xuanqing Sect. Yao Ning had just recovered from a serious injury and after another tossing and turning, he tiredly closed his eyes soon and leaned on Chu Liangxiu's shoulder.
Chu Liangxiu took a quick look, took out a fox fur cloak and wrapped the person in it, then straightened her head and leaned her against the wooden wall of the carriage.
Yao Ning leaned on it for a while, and with a slight bump, his head tilted and he leaned on Chu Liangxiu's shoulder again.
Chu Liangxiu stopped moving, his face expressionless, his hands on his apart knees, sitting straight and upright, letting Yaoning get closer and closer.
Finally, she couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep with her eyes closed while sitting upright.
Chen Qian sat on the other side, staring at Yao Ning intently.
The carriage was silent, with only a pot of tea bubbling over the red charcoal fire, and the fragrance of tea filling the small space.
Suddenly, Shen Qian felt a pain in his chest, he arched his back and lowered his head.
His soul was damaged and he was now only at the Golden Core stage.
Although he had Song Qingping's elixir, the pain of falling in realm and the bone-piercing chill caused by the loss of his cultivation from his body still made him extremely weak.
Waking up after three days is the limit of utter madness.
Chen Qian wiped the sweat from his forehead, a hint of disgust appeared between his brows. He also felt the pain Yao Ning had suffered, but he hated himself for not being able to bear it a thousand times more, and not being able to turn back time and bear it for her.
He warmed his cold hands with boiling tea, approached Yao Ning carefully, brushed away a strand of hair hanging on her cheek, and tucked it behind her ear.
Then he squatted down, staring at the face so close to him without blinking, his heart feeling bitter and bitter, yet also a hint of painful sweetness.
How can people look at a familiar face so obsessed?
How could it be that it was right in front of me, defenseless, yet I dared not touch it?
Why do I feel fear and panic for no reason, and sadness like the sky is collapsing?
He once told his senior sister that there was no such person.
There was no one in the world whom he could love.
But now he realized that the man had been there for a long time, and he was stupid and dull, and only woke up today.
Shen Qian stood up and sat next to Yao Ning.
There was a deliberate distance of several inches between them, and not even the hems of their clothes touched.
He closed his eyes and circulated his spiritual power. His pale skin gradually showed a bit of blood color, his body temperature rose, and warm warmth radiated out through his clothes.
Yao Ning leaned against Chu Liangxiu as if he was leaning against a lump of ice. He vaguely felt the heat source and subconsciously moved closer. He grabbed it tightly with one hand and buried his head in it.
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