Han Qianling stared at Luo Jiujiang's back as he practiced sword outside the cave, not even willing to blink.
Luo Jiujiang's swordsmanship has always been like this: sharp, arrogant, unstoppable, and unstoppable. Most sword and knife cultivators in the world are like this, and he is naturally no exception.
But those ordinary sword practitioners did not have the magnanimity and openness of Luo Jiujiang's sword intent in their sword moves, and they lacked his ever-present vitality by three points.
Han Qianling knew what those sword and blade cultivators were like. The better ones were straightforward and open-minded, acting in a rough and uninhibited manner; the more aloof, they might not even speak a word for two or three months. A Qingfeng sword was essentially his most beloved wife in this life.
That's all. As Han Qianling treated a certain sword cultivator with great courtesy, he couldn't help but think: That's all.
After all, they are not Luo Jiujiang.
Even though he and Luo Jiujiang had grown up together over the past decade, even the night before, the night before... for seven or eight days and nights, their temperature, breathing, smell and even sweat blended together, Han Qianling still felt a little dizzy when he savored the three words "Luo Jiujiang".
The excitement and luck that rushed up into his head mixed into the sweetest glass of liquor in time, which made him feel tipsy before he even took a sip of it - fate was above him, he could actually meet such a Luo Jiujiang, and he could actually fall in love with such a Luo Jiujiang.
Han Qianling is like water. When silent and motionless, it's a deep, still pool. When politely interacting with others, it transforms into a delightful piece of ice. If he were truly allowed to unleash his visceral rage, he would be nothing more than a tsunami, a surge, a flood that would overturn a dam. Whitecaps would roll for feet across the surface of the water. Even at the height of his madness, reaching out to touch it would only bring a coldness to his palm.
But he didn't know whether it was because opposites attract, or it was God's trick, but a person with his personality would end up being addicted to fire.
Luo Jiujiang is that fire. He laughs, he roars, he stands up against the injustice he witnesses, he draws his sword against opponents many times stronger than himself. He dares to dive into the dark and lightless seabed, where his very presence is the light; he also dares to jump into a boiling, erupting volcano, making it impossible to tell whether it is he or the environment that is burning.
If one day the whole world fell into darkness, Luo Jiujiang would definitely draw his sword without saying a word and make himself a new sun; and even if he was dying and in danger, at the moment before he was about to close his eyes forever, Luo Jiujiang would not hesitate to use the last flame on his fingertips to illuminate the insects and ants.
Like now, Han Qianling repeatedly traced Luo Jiujiang's taut waistline with his eyes, recalling his firm yet elastic, youthful, and passionate body. If he were willing to ask, Luo Jiujiang would definitely turn around and smile, casually ripping off his outer robe and throwing it aside, not minding practicing swordplay in front of him with his upper body bare.
He is so free and easy, so tolerant, he loves the whole world so passionately, and he is so just and fair in showing due compassion to the weak.
But he happened to meet me.
Han Qianling loosened his grip. The fist-sized piece of bluestone that had been pressed against his palm had been crushed into smaller pieces than sand. He let the fragments fall from his fingertips, telling himself for the thousandth time in days that this was the world Luo Jiujiang loved.
At the entrance of the cave, Luo Jiujiang slashed out the last blow of the sword to break the wind. He sheathed the sword and walked towards Han Qianling with brisk steps, with a smile on his face.
"Qianling?"
Han Qianling raised his eyes and stared at him without saying a word.
"You seem a little absent-minded. What are you thinking about?" Luo Jiujiang walked to his side, picked up the water bag on the ground and took a sip. During the whole process, Han Qianling stared at his profile without blinking.
"I'm thinking... God."
"Hmm?" Luo Jiujiang lowered his eyes to look at Han Qianling in confusion, not quite understanding what he meant.
"Since I have already been born into this world, why should anyone have a will that overrides me... That's all." Han Qianling shook his head and simply said the rest of his words: "Let's go."
"Eh? I remember you said there were Dao Source fragments you needed in the Holy Mountain. Why, you don't need them now?"
"No need, I... am about to have a baby."
Luo Jiujiang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said with a smile: "Then I will protect you."
"No, we won't form a baby here." An inexplicable emotion flashed in Han Qianling's eyes. He finally turned his gaze away from Luo Jiujiang's face and cast it towards the mountains a little further away. "Jiujiang, let's leave this area of the Holy Mountain."
Luo Jiujiang was slightly stunned and quickly said okay.
Although he himself was conceived in the Holy Mountain area, the Holy Mountain seemed to have two different attitudes towards him and Han Qianling.
Putting aside other things, just look at the types and quantities of stones that rolled down the hillside that day... If Qianling had conceived a baby here, it would be hard to say what would have happened.
What's wrong with Qian Ling? Luo Jiujiang thought about this and felt half biased and half loving: How could anyone not like Qian Ling, and how could anyone be willing to hit him?
...If his master Zhen Shuangliu knew about his disgusting thoughts, he would probably immediately teach him the truth that "even you have to endure the beatings for ninety-nine days, let alone the cold Han Qianling."
Most of a cultivator's wealth was stored in the storage bags they carried with them, and Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling weren't the type to procrastinate. They extinguished the campfire in the cave and simply cleaned up any traces of their past few days.
However, the dragon energy that had dissipated throughout the cave during their passionate moments these days could not be collected. Han Qianling slammed it onto the mountain wall with one palm, and countless dust and rubble immediately fell, filling up the cave.
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