Chapter 37 Chapter 37 "Does it look good like this?"...
"Did I say anything when I had a nightmare?"
Shen Qian paused, and just as he was about to blurt out "Nothing", he suddenly stopped talking.
As if possessed by a ghost, he turned around, squatted in front of the bed, and looked up at Yao Ning.
This man was handsome and came from a noble family. Even with this attitude of admiration, he did not appear humble at all, and every move he made was elegant.
The moonlight glazed his jade-like face. His distinct black and white eyes fixed on Yao Ning as he whispered, "You said, let me take off my clothes and kneel at your feet."
The scenes in the dream came roaring in, various sounds rose and fell, and then suddenly disappeared, and the room was filled with silence.
The gauze curtain fluttered gently, covering Chen Qian's face and then revealing it again, hazy and clear at the same time, his eyes were filled with affection that flickered.
Yao Ning stared at him quietly, her eyes calm and composed, as if those charming and extraordinary words did not come from her mouth.
"oh."
After a while, she responded calmly.
Chen Qian's eyes flickered, and he asked her dumbly, "Do you want more?"
Yao Ning turned his head and looked at him seriously, as if observing an unexpectedly exquisite object.
After a while, she withdrew her gaze and lay back down with a lack of interest: "No need."
Shen Qian grabbed her hand that was exposed outside the quilt: "Don't you like it?"
Yao Ning sneered: "Like it?"
She closed her eyes, her voice droning with sleepiness: "Brother, how old are you?"
Chen Qian is twenty-seven years old and is known as a "young talent" in the world of cultivation.
Yao Ning said: "You are too old.
“I’m almost thirty years old.
"The skin and flesh are not as tight and smooth as those of the younger disciples."
Yao Ning rubbed the pillow, feeling sleepy, and his voice gradually slowed down: "Get out."
Chen Qian was stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning. It was unknown how long it took for him to regain his soul.
Is he... already old?
But he was six years older than Yao Ning, and his skin and flesh were also firm when he was young, but Yao Ning was still a child at that time. When Yao Ning was old enough to be his wife, wouldn't he be much older?
In the past, Chen Qian never cared about age.
Now, he discovered with panic that Yao Ning didn't like the old one.
But he is old.
what to do?
Rejuvenating pills? No use.
Practicing diligently? It seems that this won’t change your age.
Chen Qian was feeling confused, but he heard the sound of Yao Ning's gentle breathing as he fell asleep.
He looked at Yao Ning's young face, feeling sad and confused.
Yao Ning disliked him.
The more indifferent and disgusted he is now, the more precious and rare it seems that the voices of "Brother Chen" used to be. But it's a pity that he was so stupid at that time and couldn't see his own feelings clearly. He treated the soft calls and affectionate gazes as normal.
But now it is impossible to obtain it.
Chen Qian stood up, gently lowered the bed curtains, and walked out slowly.
He walked along the corridor blankly for a while, then seemed to remember something, took out the communication talisman, and quickly wrote a few words.
The communication talisman flew away, and Chen Qian returned to his room. Unable to sleep, he circulated his spiritual power to repair the damage to his soul while waiting silently.
As the sky began to turn pale, we began to receive responses one after another.
Shang Linran: "As long as you have money, that's good." Also, I'd like to find a younger partner; standing together makes us look younger.
Wang Mianzhi: Brother, what are you talking about? You're very young, okay? Is there anyone in Jiuzhou as young and promising as you? Tell me who is slandering you...
Meng Yaoguang: I don't like young people. Older people are more authoritative. Also, you are indeed much older than Yao Ning.
Chen Qian had an expressionless face as he crushed Meng Yaoguang's reply talisman paper into powder and unfolded the remaining pieces.
Gu Wuchen: What?
Chu Liangxiu: What? I don't understand. But since I practiced the Ice and Snow Elemental Heart Technique, my appearance has remained unchanged for many years. I'm definitely the youngest person in the entire Xuanqing Sect...
Chen Qian tore up the reply letter from the senior sister with an expressionless face.
Xianxian: Master, what are you talking about? I'm so sleepy. If there's no rush, I'll take a nap. My uncle told me to get more sleep yesterday, and I'm not being lazy, I'm just listening to him...
rip off.
For the last one, Shen Qian exhaled and unfolded it without any expectation.
Song Qingping: Qian'er, but Aning said you're not young anymore? Don't worry, if she said that, it's actually a good thing...
Chen Qian was startled, brushed off the talisman debris on the table, and took his aunt's reply letter under the candlestick to read it carefully.
Song Qingping: If a woman is angry with her husband, she will easily say one thing and mean another. Besides, I think Aning is a bit more stubborn, so when she heard this, she had to take it in the opposite direction.
The aunt's handwriting was beautiful but small, and Shen Qian was anxious, so he simply held the candlestick in one hand and shone it on the talisman paper.
The heat burned his brow bones, but he was completely unaware.
If she says you're old, she must actually be attracted by your looks, but she's just saying this because she's feeling frustrated and can't let it out.
If she says she dislikes you in the future, don't take it seriously. Since ancient times, strong women have been afraid of clinging to men. Just treat her wholeheartedly, be close to her, and protect her. Over time, An Ning will naturally feel your feelings.
At this point, my aunt seemed worried that I would not be able to understand the situation, so she restarted the line and solemnly warned me:
You've always been quiet, but now that you and your spouse are having disagreements, you need to change your ways. If there's a misunderstanding, clarify it and express your feelings. Don't become silent when you're treated coldly. Be careful not to give others an opportunity to exploit your discord. Remember this.
Chen Qian's heart was shaken and he suddenly became nervous.
Xianxian woke up in the morning feeling sleepy and ran into his master as soon as he entered the yard.
Chen Qian still looked like an immortal, but there was a black mark from smoke and fire on his left brow bone, which was particularly conspicuous on his porcelain-white face.
Xianxian stared at the mark: "Master, you you you you..."
Chen Qian glanced at her, and Xianxian shut her mouth in fear. Chen Qian was about to leave, but suddenly stopped when he thought of something.
Xianxian shuddered: "Master, I, I, I am awake. I listen to my uncle and even more to my master."
Chen Qian said "hmm" casually: "Just relax..."
He hesitated to speak: "Now that Master-Uncle is back, have there been any unusual movements among the disciples in the sect?"
"Ah? What's the unusual movement?" Xianxian scratched his head in confusion.
"That's right..." The more Shen Qian thought about it, the more he felt that what his aunt said made sense, "Are there any disciples who covet Master Uncle?"
Xianxian's expression turned stern and serious.
She searched her memory carefully, and fragments of words that she had not noticed before suddenly flashed through her mind.
"Master Shen and Master Yao Ning want to remove the Dao Couple Seal?"
"Then can Master Yao Ning still form a Dao with other people?"
"It's a pity that Master-Uncle Yao Ning is so young."
"Don't you find that Uncle Yao is very beautiful?"
…
Xianxian narrowed his eyes and recalled the owners of these voices one by one.
After a moment, she leaned towards Shen Qian solemnly: "Master."
Chen Qianyi didn't expect that after asking casually, someone would actually dare to covet Yao Ning. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his head to listen to the whisper.
Xianxian listed several names in a row, including which peak he learned from, his seniority, when he started learning, when he was there, and to whom he made rude remarks while chatting.
"I didn't take it seriously at first, but I didn't know they were actually coveting my uncle! I'm so angry!" Xianxian's chest heaved, "Master is really wise and intelligent."
"..." Chen Qian coughed twice, thought for a moment and said seriously, "I haven't taught my disciples magic for a long time. Taking advantage of my free time these few days, I will go to each peak to teach them a few things."
Xianxian shrank her shoulders and felt a chill passing over the back of her neck. She thought vaguely, Master hasn't called himself "Master" for a long time. When he does call himself "Master" occasionally, he sounds quite majestic and domineering.
Chen Qian looked at the confused little disciple: "Just relax."
"Disciple is here."
"Master has entrusted you with an important task."
Xianxian became nervous: "Huh? What?"
"Listen more and watch more, and continue to observe whether any of your fellow disciples have any inappropriate thoughts about your uncle."
Xianxian suddenly became serious: "Yes, Master!"
Chen Qian felt a little uncomfortable and patted Xianxian's head: "If my uncle marries someone else, there will be no one to guide you in your cultivation and take you to eat delicious food. This is not for my own selfish desire, but for the future of our Dao Peak, understand?"
Xianxian's eyes lit up, his heart surged with joy, and he immediately promised, "Master, I will definitely work hard! I will never be lazy!"
Chen Qian nodded with satisfaction and was about to leave.
Xianxian called him: "Master, that..."
"Um?"
Xianxian scratched his head and said with an awkward smile, "Master, isn't this how flower ornaments are painted? The color is wrong, and the shape... isn't that beautiful."
"?" Chen Qian looked outside with his spiritual sense and was stunned.
Xianxian felt that not only was he not scolded by his master today, but he also received an important task assigned by his master. He inexplicably felt that the relationship between the master and the apprentice had become closer.
"Master, let me help you draw. I can do what the younger disciples of the sect can do."
Just as Chen Qian was about to refuse, he heard Xianxian say, "Ah, Master, this painting makes you look much younger. Uncle Master will definitely like it."
No words of refusal came out of my mouth.
*
In the Taishi Hall, Gu Wuchen sat at the top, the elders from each peak sat in two rows, and Chu Liangxiu and Yao Ning sat at the bottom.
The seat next to Yao Ning was empty. The three of them waited for half a minute before the man finally arrived.
Gu Wuchen: "You..."
Chu Liangxiu glanced at him and said, "You've been hit on the head."
Yao Ning had originally been looking straight ahead, but upon hearing this he couldn't help but look over curiously.
Chen Qian walked slowly from the gate, still wearing the same white doorman's uniform, with a sense of coolness all over his body.
Her eyebrows were like ink paintings, and her eyes were like lacquer dots. Yao Ning had seen this beauty many times and gradually got used to it.
But today, he put a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows.
It seemed as if it was casually applied with fingers, without any deliberateness. It was lively and elegant, fading in and out. The crimson spot against the snow-white skin inexplicably added charm to the cold eyebrows and eyes.
Yao Ning felt something expanding and beating inside her body, which made her feel evil.
She looked indifferently at Chen Qian approaching in the morning light, but in her heart she couldn't help wanting to step on this man and dirty his face with its high nose, red lips and white jade sculpture.
She looked away and stopped looking at Chen Qian.
Shen Qian sat down next to her, Gu Wuchen coughed and started talking.
"There must have been some misunderstanding during the battle between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm. The demonic energy attacked the Xuanqing Sect during the Immortal Alliance Conference, but according to Chen Qian, the Demon Lord was unaware of it. It was just that the two sides were on the verge of a fight that day, but they didn't have time to explain it. Now that the Demon Lord has retreated to the Demon Realm, it's unknown when he will attack again. The righteous have discussed for several days and decided that several major sects will send one person..."
Yao Ning already knew what Gu Wuchen said on his way back. He listened absent-mindedly and was stroking his fingers with his head down, trying to suppress the strange evil desire in his heart, when he suddenly heard a low voice beside him.
"Does this look good?"
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