With this determination, Bei Yan studied diligently at Qianyao Peak, asking questions whenever he didn't understand something.
The sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was gentle.
At Qianyao Peak, Bei Yan followed behind Qian Qing with a medicine basket on his back. Today, Qian Qing was going to take him up the mountain to pick some herbs that Bai Miao needed.
Another reason is to put it into practice, since knowledge gained from books is never as good as it seems.
The mountain path was rugged and difficult to traverse. Bei Yan actually preferred to fly directly to the summit on his sword, but Qian Qing was following closely behind.
Being a complete novice, he was too embarrassed to say anything and could only silently follow behind Qian Qing.
"Yan'er must be tired. Let's rest here for a while," Qian Qing's gentle voice, like a spring breeze, rang out.
Bei Yan was lost in thought when Qian Qing's voice brought him back to his senses.
Looking around, they realized they were on a huge rock, surrounded by many brightly blooming, unidentified flowers.
Qian Qing was sitting on the stone, smiling gently at him. Bei Yan smiled sheepishly.
He then sat down next to Qian Qing in a very natural manner. Qian Qing took out a pear from his storage ring and handed it to Bei Yan.
"Thank you, Xiao San'er." Ah, after spending these past few days together, Bei Yan deeply felt that Qian Qing was truly a warm-hearted man, and also took exceptionally good care of her.
"You're welcome."
A gentle breeze carries a faint floral fragrance, refreshing and soothing, as if all the weariness in my body has been blown away.
"Little mistress, you attended the banquet last time, didn't you? Did you find the woman you like?"
Oh dear, I wonder which lucky woman will win the favor of this warm-hearted man, the mistress.
"No, but I already have a woman I like." He looked at Bei Yan with a gentle and refined expression, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"Who, who, who is she? Which family's woman is she?" Bei Yan's dark eyes lit up with a wildfire of gossip.
Reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Bei Yan's face, a hint of helplessness appeared on his gentle, jade-like face. "Guess."
Is the reaction really that slow?
Before Bei Yan could think it through, he felt a warm, slightly burning sensation between his brows and reached out to cover it.
He wondered to himself, what's wrong with Junlin? Is he going to come out? But this isn't the right time.
"What's wrong?" Qian Qing asked with concern.
"It's alright, it's alright. Let's hurry up and gather the herbs, or my sister will get worried."
Bei Yan changed the subject, soothingly touching his brow, "Good boy, good boy, I'll let you out again tonight."
Qian Qing didn't ask any more questions and continued on his way.
After the two returned with the medicinal herbs Bai Miao needed, they began to refine pills, while Bei Yan watched from the side.
Bai Miao already had a good impression of Bei Yan, and Bei Yan's diligence and eagerness to learn made her like him even more.
Needless to say, when it came to teaching Bei Yan, he wished he could impart all the knowledge he had ever acquired to Bei Yan.
Bei Yan watched from the side, and Bai Miao explained each step of the refining process to Bei Yan in detail. Bei Yan took notes carefully in a small notebook and listened attentively.
At the end of the day, after taking a shower, Bei Yan lay down on the bed in a starfish position.
"I'm so tired!"
He rolled over and touched something warm. He opened his eyes and saw Junlin.
Exhausted, the woman saw her beloved and immediately pleaded pitifully, "Junlin, hug me! I'm so tired, waaaah~"
Every day is torture; it's all about cultivation. Just when you finally finish cultivating, you have to start refining pills again.
What a tragic story for this woman.
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