The two men's eyes met, and Han Qianling returned the gaze calmly. After a moment, Luo Jiujiang angrily waved his hand, shooing away flies and saying, "Get out! Don't stay and make me angry."
Han Qianling laughed heartily. His eyes were bright and clear, and his facial features were very delicate, so handsome that he was almost beautiful.
He rarely laughed as heartily as Luo Jiujiang did, but now that he was laughing, he didn't restrain his expression as usual. Instead, he put his arm around Luo Jiujiang's neck and whispered, "Jiujiang, I won't thank you."
Luo Jiujiang, a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, certainly wouldn't be so incapable of even skipping a meal. He simply wanted to find an excuse to get Han Qianling over to see how he was feeling and whether he'd taken the nonsense he'd said in class to heart.
He cares about himself, and Han Qianling knows it clearly in his heart.
His intention was exposed, and Luo Jiujiang just laughed: "I don't understand what you are saying, get out of here now. Have you practiced your sword skills today? How dare you waste my time if you haven't?"
Han Qianling didn't say anything else. He just took out the flat medicine box from his arms and placed it in Luo Jiujiang's palm. He patted his shoulder and then turned and left.
The medicine box faintly exuded a unique spiritual aura, and Luo Jiujiang knew what was inside before he even grasped it. From the moment Luo Jiujiang was punished to stand until Han Qianling arrived, less than a quarter of an hour had passed. Han Qianling certainly couldn't have harvested the herb in such a short time, so he must have picked it before hearing Luo Qi's message.
The two people's thoughts coincided again. Luo Jiujiang raised his eyebrows and whistled triumphantly.
Han Qianling's back gradually disappeared into the distance. Luo Jiujiang stretched himself and simply lay down on the ground.
Logically speaking, he hadn't even stood for half the time he was punished. However, Luo Jiujiang felt he had done nothing wrong. He reviewed what had just happened in class and felt he had nothing to reflect on, let alone accept punishment respectfully.
In many aspects, Luo Jiujiang was almost strict with himself. However, when it came to "rules", Luo Jiujiang was quite flexible and had a lot of tension.
As soon as he turned his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowed. The next moment, Luo Jiujiang stood up with a somersault and asked, "Why are you here, sir?"
The shadow of the tree he caught in his peripheral vision was clearly wrong. It was as if a wheelchair had grown out of the trunk. Who else could it be but Luo Cang? Luo Jiujiang was surprised, wondering what he was doing here? Had he realized he'd lost money teaching too much in class and was asking for something to make up for it?
A creaking sound of a wheelchair was heard from behind a big tree not far away. Luo Cang turned the wheelchair with a gloomy face and appeared from behind the tree. He raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Jiujiang indifferently.
Luo Jiujiang had already prepared himself for the other party to question him about why he didn't stand still, and to hit him from the side and make things difficult for him. But unexpectedly, Luo Cang opened his mouth and said something completely unrelated: "Are you practicing swordsmanship?"
The author has something to say: *1 "Song of Drinking" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty
*2 "Phoenix Mountain" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
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