Han Qianling smiled upon hearing this, and while greeting Dong Shuangyu and Yue Qinghui, he didn't forget to put a hot oil-paper package into Luo Jiujiang's hand. The package exuded the aroma of freshly roasted meat, which was just right and made people's mouths water.
Yue Qinghui said jokingly, "Oh my!" "So Jiujiang didn't have breakfast. No wonder his wrist strength was so weak when he faced the girl just now. Luckily, Han Qianling was thinking about you, otherwise you would have fainted from hunger and needed me to carry you back."
Luo Jiujiang ignored the silly joke and took out the burning piece from the paper package. He tore it open and gave Han Qianling half of it. "My wrist may not be too weak, but that Miss Han's heart was too soft. She probably saw my youth and used a little less strength than usual when she attacked me."
Yue Qinghui was stunned and asked, "How did you know this? I don't think you and Miss Han know each other."
Luo Jiujiang just smiled and said nothing. This was the benefit of enhanced perception. Ultimately, the true purpose of perception was to detect the opponent's "wrongness." Flaws were naturally one of those "wrongnesses," and the disharmony during a move could also be categorized as such.
Han Zhouqi's first whip movement was as smooth as flowing water, but he could sense it was a bit awkward, clearly not the strength she was used to. From the moment the sword and whip touched, Luo Jiujiang knew she was holding back, and he couldn't help but be more polite in his own attack.
The four of them chatted for a while longer, and finally Dong Shuangyu tugged at Yue Qinghui's clothes and said, "Mr. Luo hasn't had breakfast yet, so we can't delay any longer. We'll take our leave now. I also wish Mr. Han a safe journey."
Yue Qinghui followed Dong Shuangyu's gaze and realized that Luo Jiujiang had not taken much of the half meat pie in his hand. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly, waved goodbye and made an apology with a wink.
After watching the two men leave, Luo Jiujiang crumpled the meat pie in his hand and swallowed it in two or three bites. He turned to Han Qianling and sighed, "You're trying to stuff me to death."
It was not that he didn't have breakfast. It was obvious that Han Qianling disappeared for the whole morning after leaving only a note. However, he didn't want others to know where he went, so he bought a fire and used himself as a cover.
Han Qianling smiled faintly and told him: "I went into the sea last night." As he said this, he pulled out Luo Jiujiang's hand and placed a knife-shaped conch of a suitable size in his palm: "Listen."
Luo Jiujiang followed his instructions and put the conch shell next to his ear. The next moment, he quickly removed it, his expression obviously startled. "Is this conch shell drunk?"
The sounds you hear from ordinary conches are usually the sounds of sea breeze and waves. But what about the screams of a female ghost coming from this conch?
What a unique conch.
"Mingyin conch?"
Han Qianling was a little surprised: "That senior really taught you a lot."
Luo Jiujiang turned the conch over and over, examining it in amazement. "It's incredible! When I first memorized this entry, it didn't even have an accompanying picture. It's said that no one has discovered it in a long time. It's practically a legendary thing."
"It's not that exaggerated." Han Qianling lowered his eyes and said in a very calm tone, "It just depends on who goes looking for it."
"Why is the sound inside so miserable? According to legend, the Mingyin Conch is a good thing for recording events and warding off evil spirits. Could it be..." Luo Jiujiang frowned, and there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes as he looked at the Mingyin Conch.
"No." Han Qianling interrupted his guess, "The conch sounds so miserable. It also sings a lullaby in the same tone."
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
"I didn't go down to the sea specifically to look for it, but I ended up listening to someone else's way of committing suicide."
Han Qianling twisted the conch from Luo Jiujiang's palm, and with his other hand, he pulled out a stream of bright red silk threads from nowhere. All the needlework he'd practiced as a child to hone his endurance had paid off. In a matter of seconds, his hands flew up and down, weaving the conch into a graceful bracelet in the blink of an eye.
Under Luo Jiujiang's astonished gaze, he wrapped the bracelet around Luo Jiujiang's wrist without changing his expression. His expression was extremely calm and composed, as if it was natural for this red rope to be wrapped around Luo Jiujiang's wrist.
"Didn't you all wear a piece of jade yesterday?" Han Qianling said calmly, "Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever given you anything special. You can wear this conch. It can ward off evil spirits and clear your mind. It can also sing a few songs for you when you can't sleep at night."
Luo Jiujiang couldn't help laughing: "This is a good idea. When I feel like having a nightmare, I will appreciate its masterpiece." After a pause, he said helplessly, "But you should change the color next time." Now the color of this red rope is too bright, almost blinding.
Han Qianling's eyes and lips gradually curved up, as if he had heard something he liked. "Okay, change the color next time."
At this point, the first match was almost over, and the second match of the morning was about to begin. Han Qianling bent down and brushed off the corner of his clothes: "It's my turn."
Luo Jiujiang became curious when this was mentioned: "Yesterday you refused to tell me who your opponent was, and now you can finally tell me?"
"It's Du Di." Han Qianling turned to look at the conch on Luo Jiujiang's wrist, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
The smile did not reveal any murderous intent.
This was why he was now bending his waist and rubbing his body, raising his sword with one hand, waving his sleeve as a sword with the other arm, using a move "Hundred Flowers Returning Swallows" to block a puppet using Emei Water Thorns on the right, and pushing away another spear on the left.
At this point, five or six puppets were lying in a chaotic pattern on the field, each holding a variety of weapons. Luo Cang didn't wait for Luo Jiujiang to knock down the last puppet before releasing a little liquor to immobilize it, thus ending the practice session.
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