"I never thought Han Qianling could be so insightful." Yue Qinghui rubbed his chin and smiled with a hint of surprise. "He used to be by Jiujiang's side, very quiet and taciturn. The only thing that attracted people's attention was his exceptionally high cultivation level. It turns out he is such a wonderful person."
"No." Dong Shuangyu slowly shook her head. "I'm not asking you to worry about that. Qinghui, have you noticed? That Mr. Han keeps up with every topic, and everything he says and says goes into great depth. Yet, his comments are all extremely objective... I can't detect any of his own emotions in them."
"No matter how careful and prudent a normal person is, they will unconsciously reveal their likes and dislikes in their opinions. At most, they will modify and distort them, but they will never be like him..." Dong Shuangyu paused slightly at this point, frowning, as if he couldn't find the right words to describe it. "That Mr. Han is just a bystander in everything."
"He seems to have no opinions, no emotions, no indignation, no empathy... He seems to have no self. I have no doubt that he will do things that are absolutely unexpected."
Yue Qinghui was shocked!
He stood there stiffly, his mind quickly filtering through Han Qianling's words that had made him applaud, and finally a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
"That's why I praised your other friend for being so great." Dong Shuangyu couldn't help but smile when he saw Yue Qinghui in this state, and raised his hand to wipe away the sweat bead on his forehead.
"Before Young Master Luo returned, I felt uneasy around Young Master Han, unable to fathom what kind of heart he possessed. But as soon as Young Master Luo's footsteps were heard, Young Master Han seemed to come alive."
"He would smile subconsciously, would take the initiative to go out to greet us, and would even helplessly give us some advice. Before we left, I even saw him and Young Master Luo playing around with each other..."
"You often say that Master Luo is a friend as sharp as a knife. I haven't had the pleasure of witnessing his swordsmanship, but I am deeply impressed by his skill as a scabbard."
Yue Qinghui grabbed Dong Shuangyu's hand and met his eyes. Dong Shuangyu watched the disbelief in Yue Qinghui's eyes slowly fade away.
"Now that you've said that, I realize... I used to think Han Qianling was just Luo Jiujiang's shadow, but I didn't expect Luo Jiujiang to be Han Qianling's scabbard."
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After the two unexpected visitors were sent away, Han Qianling closed the gate with his own hands, and Luo Jiujiang instantly collapsed on the table as if all his bones had been pulled out.
Han Qianling turned around and saw this, his brows slightly furrowed. He walked forward and brushed Luo Jiujiang's shoulder as if inadvertently. As expected, he heard Luo Jiujiang's slight hiss.
"Don't touch it." Luo Jiujiang didn't ask his friend how he saw it. "You got hit hard there. The bruise hasn't gone down yet."
"He's giving you trouble?"
"He was afraid I'd bite off more than I could chew, so he found something for me to do." Luo Jiujiang helplessly leaned on the table and stretched lazily. "Actually, I've almost reached my full potential. Now I'm just looking at other sword manuals to learn their ideas... well, except for that one."
"You still have the time to think about this?" Han Qianling exerted force, grasped Luo Jiujiang's shoulders and helped him up: "Go and rest for a while."
Luo Jiujiang responded vaguely and reached back to grab Han Qianling's wrist, but his finger muscles were too weak to do anything and the beads slipped away from the Buddhist beads on Han Qianling's wrist.
It's hard to imagine that he was still chatting and laughing with his friends just now. He was so exhausted that the sweat he shed turned into salt crystals on his clothes.
Han Qianling's eyes moved slightly.
Few people would have thought that the young master of the Luo family, who usually runs around the island like a water ghost after training, is actually very competitive in certain things.
He didn't care whether he looked good or cool in front of outsiders, but on the contrary, he cared about whether he could withstand the pressure and hold on with a tenacity that ordinary people could hardly imagine.
Two years ago, there was such an incident: a young master of the Cai family on Qingjin Island was bored and pulled a group of equally ignorant friends to poke the lair of the iron-toothed flying fish. As a result, he almost became their appetizer.
Luo Jiujiang was practicing on that sea surface at the time. When he heard something wrong, he turned around and saw a scene that he would never forget: a group of flying fish were chasing a bunch of fools madly, the screams of a group of teenagers were echoing on the sea surface, and the sea water quietly diluted the blood of several wounded people. As for below the sea level, many pairs of hunting eyes were silent, but ready to move.
For Luo Jiujiang, this was a disaster sent from the sky and an unexpected misfortune.
Among that group of fools, there were several of his good friends, one of whom was Yue Qinghui who had just visited him.
Anyone faced with this situation has only two choices: face it or turn around and run... Standing there and watching the whole thing can be considered a third option, but there must be something wrong with the person who does that.
After briefly assessing the strength of the flying fish, Luo Jiujiang took a deep breath, grasped the hilt of his sword, and charged forward. Under the scorching sun, above the azure sea, he slashed out a crescent-shaped blade of light.
In the end, he won. A group of equally disheveled and scarred teenagers returned to land exhausted, and each of them swore to never do such a suicidal thing again.
None of these young men, who were originally in great danger, lost their lives. Luo Jiujiang had not led this team, but he had brought them all back.
After the incident, Luo Jiujiang had a fever for three days because of the inflammation of the wound. After his fever subsided, the Luo clan leader personally pulled him out of bed and beat him up, extending his expected seven-day rest period to half a month.
When Han Qianling applied medicine to him, he once asked him what he was thinking. Luo Jiujiang rubbed his eyebrows and gave a helpless bitter smile.
"They were almost surrounded by the fish, and I felt I could still hold on. What else could I do but charge in? They were about to die, and there was no point in thinking."
There is really nothing good he wants, but if you can handle it, just go for it.
And this person always holds his own in front of outsiders. Han Qianling grabbed the other person's shoulders and felt Luo Jiujiang naturally put most of his weight on him.
In front of him, he didn't need to "block" or "hold up". Han Qianling thought calmly. It was rare for him to have such a peaceful mood. The peace was even a little warm and happy: Because I am not an outsider.
He needed to hold himself up in front of those people because they were outsiders, because they needed him to be strong, smart, and resilient. Han Qianling thought: But I don't need that, I just need him to be Luo Jiujiang.
The author has something to say: I took a leave and missed an update, I promised to make it up this week~
This chapter is a double update, very fat~
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