"Hmm? Long strips?"
"Is that the long strip I was thinking of? The one that moves? If I remember correctly, you're only fifteen, right?"
"It will probably take about ten days or half a month to reach my sixteenth birthday. You should ask Qianling for the specific error. I haven't been able to remember the date since entering the Holy Land. What is Sister Xue talking about? What long strip does Sister Xue mean?" Luo Jiujiang said in confusion.
“…”
Later, Han Qianling, who had just returned from killing the snake, stumbled upon this conversation. He even went to Feng Xue to chat for a while. The main content of the conversation was basically, "Miss Feng Xue, I'm really curious about the environment in your hometown. What about the unhealthy reading materials Miss Feng Xue mentioned last time?"
Feng Xue replied stiffly, "My hometown is a place where you can get thirty sets of those dynamic pornographic paintings for five cents. If you need Long Yang or Mo Jing, you can add a note."
Han Qianling: "..."
So for a long time, Han Qianling kept it a secret and didn't let Luo Jiujiang and Feng Xue talk alone.
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With Han Qianling's personal attack, the Red Cloud Python was finally killed by a sword that pierced through seven inches.
It was during the fight that everyone discovered why the path Han Qianling had led them through was so winding. It turned out that the nine twists and turns were the indentations carved by the Scarlet Cloud Python's belly over the course of a century. As it fled, it sprang onto the path, and when its body width was imprinted on the indentations, the alignment was perfect.
It was not until this time that everyone realized that Han Qianling had already made plans for the monster guarding this place.
Han Qianling had no desire for the Scarlet Cloud Python, and the value of collecting such a serpentine beast wasn't enough to make him feel bad. So, he simply handed the entire python to the group to share, and then he went back into the cave alone. When he emerged a moment later, he was holding a dark-colored weeping flower with leaves curled like water droplets.
Perhaps because it had lived in a dark cave for many years, the flower was completely black, with almost no light shining through. The color was rich and inky, but there was a drop of crystal dew on the tip of the flower, which trembled slightly on the pistil as Han Qianling walked, making it look indescribably pitiful and cute.
"Qixin Dew, applied externally to brighten the eyes, and internally to purify the soul," Han Qianling explained briefly, then gestured with his hand for Xiao Ren to come closer. Xiao Ren looked back at Feng Xue, and after receiving a reassuring look, he stood beside Han Qianling without hesitation, then followed his instructions and sat cross-legged on the ground, with his five hearts facing the sky.
"Circulate your true essence." Han Qianling instructed: "The effect of oral administration is still a little worse. Just focus on circulating your spiritual energy. I will inject the flower dew into your dantian above your eyebrows at the right time."
Regarding Xiao Ren's problem, Feng Xue has always guessed that the creator of the Xia Duan Shui lineage had placed some restrictions on her consciousness, or had directly done some tricks to cause irreversible damage. Otherwise, there is no way to explain Xiao Ren's situation where she is left with only instinct and killing skills.
But in Han Qianling's opinion, Xiaoren's joints did not come from her consciousness, but from her soul. There seemed to be a small gap in her soul.
Perhaps due to his slow communication with the outside world, Xiao Ren entered his inner self in a very short time, usually unaffected by the surroundings. Even though he was surrounded by Han Qianling, Luo Jiujiang, and his sister, Xiao Ren still entered into a state of meditation as soon as he closed his eyes, looking almost heartless.
Han Qianling admired her carefree nature.
With Feng Xue's nervous and rapid breathing as the background sound, the dewdrop that was almost lit by her anxious gaze finally reached Xiao Ren's brow.
After Han Qianling completed this crucial step, he could retire with his victory accomplished. He turned sideways, allowing Feng Xue to rush in front of Xiao Ren immediately, staring at Xiao Ren who was still meditating without blinking, and faced her face to face.
Ever since they'd been together in the death trap, Feng Xue had been anticipating this day. She'd doubted herself countless times: Would following her allow Xiao Ren to survive? Could she solve Xiao Ren's problems? Would she be unable to fulfill her promise to Xiao Ren—even if Xiao Ren didn't care at all?
Now that she was only one step away from success, the wait seemed to be exceedingly long. Feng Xue unconsciously tightened her grip, feeling only the coldness of her fingertips and the dampness of her palms, which were stained with cold sweat and so damp that she couldn't even hold on tightly. If she tried, they would inevitably slip.
She took a deep breath, feeling the anxiety she'd inhale fill her lungs. The moist, humid air from the mountain stream was refreshing, but when it reached her lungs, it only ignited a fire deep within her heart.
Meanwhile, Han Qianling pinned the weeping flower in his hand to Luo Jiujiang's collar. Picking the flower was completely irrelevant to him; it would only serve as a temporary container for dew.
But this weeping flower is entirely black in color, and its temperament is surprisingly a bit like Luo Jiujiang.
Han Qianling immediately took the extra effort to fold it off, and when he compared it to Luo Jiujiang's clothes, he found that it was indeed a perfect fit. This little bit of fun he had created made him curl his lips and soften his gaze.
"Your birthday is in six days." Han Qianling reminded.
"I?"
"us."
Luo Jiujiang finally nodded. His eyes were a little lazy, and it was clear that he hadn't made many plans for this day. "Even without any decorations, this birthday is much better than last year."
At this time last year, he had survived several near-death experiences in the death zone, and the final gift he gave himself was a stunning knife strike that pierced the membrane of the death zone.
That progress was certainly gratifying, but Han Qianling was not by his side at that time.
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