Chapter 50 Demon Cult White Moonlight 5 The heroine appears
Ning Huaiqing stood in front of the boiling pot of soup in the kitchen, his eyes wide open, his mind full of what Ali had said not long ago.
"What if I say I don't mind?"
Senior sister...what does this mean?
Although he was trying to save her life, he continued to hold her even after she was out of danger, which was indeed an extremely offensive act.
My mother said that when dealing with women, one should not be disrespectful or bully them.
But why did Senior Sister say that she didn’t mind?
Ning Huaiqing picked up a pair of chopsticks and poked around randomly, feeling very confused.
A disciple beside him reminded him, "Master, your soup is ready. Why don't you bring it down?"
Ning Huaiqing finally came back to his senses and reached out to pick it up, but his fingers were burned red by the scalding edge of the pot.
The disciple beside him quickly told him to rinse under cold water, and he took two pieces of cloth to wrap the edge of the pot and took the soup pot down.
Ning Huaiqing stood there in a daze for a while before going to wash.
Seeing Ning Huaiqing looking like he had lost his soul, the disciple walked over to him and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
The burning sensation on his fingertips gradually dissipated. Ning Huaiqing stared at it thoughtfully for a long time, feeling that only the water in the Xixin Pool could calm him down.
The burned fingers are one, and so is the beating heart.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have added, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other, so please don't mind, Senior Sister." after his senior sister finished speaking.
...Later, the senior sister drove him down the mountain.
Ning Huaiqing stood up suddenly, startling the disciples beside him. He walked to the table and poured the contents of the soup pot into the soup bowl.
The disciple followed and asked, "Master, what kind of team is this?"
Ning Huaiqing glanced at him and said, "Ginger soup."
"Sir, have you caught a cold? There is a pharmacist in the pavilion, but—"
"It's not me, it's Senior Sister Mu." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ning Huaiqing.
At this moment, his entire attention was on the cup of ginger soup in front of him and the person beside the cleansing pool, and he did not notice that the disciple's face suddenly turned gloomy.
"Senior Sister Mu? Everyone says she's the most difficult to get along with. Yesterday, she even scolded Senior Sister Miaoqin until she cried." The disciple laughed, "I didn't expect she'd become so close to the young master."
Ning Huaiqing finally looked at him again. It was a disciple he didn't recognize. For some reason, he kept talking to him, and his tone and words were very strange.
He pursed his lips and did not answer: "Thank you very much for what I said just now. I will leave now. Please do as you please."
After saying that, Ning Huaiqing picked up the lunch box and walked out.
Yan Feng's face froze, and his cold, narrow eyes stared at his figure as it walked away, his expression gloomy and unclear.
*
When Elder Xu Yanmiao learned that his beloved disciple was injured in the Xixin Pool, he rushed over immediately.
After healed her, he went to the headmaster's room and started a scene: "This is my only precious disciple. If anything happens to her, I will die."
"There are only a few disciples as talented and obedient as Mu Qiu in the entire Ziwei Pavilion. If she dies, it will be a loss for our entire Ziwei Pavilion!"
Xu Yanmiao, who was already quite old, refused to leave the headmaster's bedroom, and finally annoyed He Wenqing enough to let him go.
"Mu Qiu made a mistake. According to the rules of our sect, he will be punished by reflecting on his mistakes in the Heart Cleansing Pool for a month. Considering that he has sincerely repented, half a month is more than enough. I hope all disciples will remember the meaning of a small punishment but a big warning."
After all the disciples had left, He Wenqing looked at his disrespectful junior brother and said helplessly, "Are you satisfied now?"
Xu Yanmiao stroked his mustache, his face wrinkled with smile: "This is all due to Senior Brother's kindness. I am deeply grateful. I would like to thank you on behalf of my traitor."
"Go away! Stop talking to me like that!" He Wenqing waved his hands in a daze, lowering his voice. "The matter of Dengtian Pavilion has not yet come to a conclusion. What do you think we should do next?"
Xu Yanmiao paused: "Well..."
He Wenqing knew at a glance that he could not rely on this junior brother. He waved to Xu Yanmiao, and the two whispered to each other, both with solemn expressions.
"Master has handed Ziwei Pavilion over to us, and we absolutely cannot let it fall into obscurity."
Xu Yanmiao nodded: "Brother, are you planning to let Xiang Yao take the disciples there?"
He Wenqing thought for a moment and said, "No, it can't be Xiang Yao. She is the eldest disciple of my Ziwei Pavilion. Sending her down the mountain will be too conspicuous."
He then called out the names of several disciples, and Xu Yanmiao agreed, adding, "Take Mu Qiu with you as well. She's skilled in martial arts and quick-witted, so she can take care of them along the way."
He Wenqing frowned, "Didn't she just get injured? Junior brother, are you willing to let her travel such a long distance?"
Xu Yanmiao stood up, offered a cup of hot tea, and said with a smile: "I know my apprentices. They are not that fragile. These young people should go out and gain more experience."
He Wenqing forced himself to take a sip, his face livid with anger. "And you were just now crying and saying she was injured, very ill, and would die if she didn't come back!"
Xu Yanmiao still had a good-tempered look and no matter what He Wenqing said, He Wenqing was so angry that he pointed at him and said, "You, you!"
*
He Wenqing's order came down quickly.
The fifteenth of next month is the birthday of Wen Su, the head of Piaomiao Peak, but He Wenqing will start his retreat at the end of the month, so he has no choice but to order Zhou Miaoqin, Mu Qiu and Yan Feng to deliver the birthday gifts prepared by Ziwei Pavilion and congratulate Head Wen on his birthday on behalf of Ziwei Pavilion.
Ten days later, a group of people set out from Quanqing Mountain. All three of them were martial artists. They traveled light and did not hire a carriage. Each of them led a horse. The birthday gift was received by Zhou Miaoqin.
Ali didn't want to talk much with the two of them, so he took the lead and walked in front.
Zhou Miaoqin and Yan Feng rode side by side and couldn't help but ask, "Does Senior Sister Mu dislike us for being too slow?"
Yan Feng glanced at her and asked, "Why do you feel this way, Senior Sister Zhou?"
Zhou Miaoqin thought for a moment, "Senior Sister Mu always takes first place in the monthly sword-fighting competitions. Even Senior Sister Xiang can only come in second. But Senior Sister Mu has only been in the sect for two years, while Senior Sister Xiang has been in Ziwei Pavilion since she was a child."
"Such a talented person will definitely think that we are a drag. Look, Senior Sister Mu hasn't said a word to us since we came down the mountain." She said, feeling a little depressed.
Yan Feng just nodded and turned his gaze back to Ali, making no mistake.
As it grew dark, the group settled in a small town called Changxin.
After a day's journey, Zhou Miaoqin was extremely tired, but Ali still looked calm and composed, without a speck of dust on his face.
Yan Feng walked around the town and found only one inn with vacancies, so the three of them led their horses towards the inn.
"Waiter, I want three upper rooms." Ali took out a silver ingot and placed it on the table. She was the most senior among the three, so she was responsible for all the expenses along the way.
Fortunately, before leaving, Xu Yanmiao subsidized him a lot, and the head of the sect also sent him funds, so Ali used them to the fullest without hesitation and never put himself in a difficult position.
The waiter swiftly took the house key and led the three upstairs. Suddenly, two more swordsmen came in and said, "Waiter, one of the upper rooms is needed."
The waiter stopped and turned around to say in embarrassment, "Guests, the upper room is full today. Why don't you try somewhere else?"
One of them slammed his sword on the table and complained, "We've checked all the other inns, and only just came here. Your town is really weird, every inn is full..."
The other person's tone was much calmer: "Waiter, are there any other rooms?"
"There should be. Wait a moment while I send these three guests away and I will check it for you two right away." The waiter replied.
Ah Li paid no attention to what was happening behind him until Zhou Miaoqin beside him said, "Ah!" and came to Ah Li's side, "Senior Sister Mu, do you think they are the two Young Masters Ning from Linfeng Villa?"
Ali turned his head and looked back, just in time to meet Ning Huaiqing's gaze. He blurted out, "...Senior Sister Mu?"
The waiter looked around and said cheerfully, "Do you... know each other? It just so happens that these three guests have requested the last three upper rooms. How about..."
Before he could finish his words, he was silenced by the glare given by Ali.
She continued to walk upstairs, making it clear that she didn't want to share a room with anyone else.
Zhou Miaoqin was a little embarrassed, but apart from her, the other three were men. She couldn't possibly live in the same room with a man.
In the end, it was Yan Feng who took the initiative to offer his upper room to the Ning brothers and live in a slightly worse room himself.
Ning Huaixiu hurried forward to express his gratitude, but Ning Huaiqing clenched the Qingyun Sword in his hand and lowered his eyes to hide the disappointment in his eyes.
As night fell, the surroundings gradually became quiet and the travelers in the inn fell asleep.
Ning Huaiqing lay down with his clothes on, but he was full of thoughts and had no desire to sleep.
Suddenly, I heard someone walking quietly in the corridor outside. I thought it was a traveler who was staying up late or a waiter, but the next moment I heard the sound of weapons clashing.
He immediately woke up Ning Huaixiu beside him, indicating that something was happening outside.
The two men looked at each other, quickly got out of bed, and picked up their swords.
The person outside the door quickly went downstairs and left, apparently just to investigate the situation.
Ning Huaiqing pushed the door open a crack, and it was pitch black outside, with nothing unusual to see.
But the strange atmosphere still lingered around them, so the two of them didn't hesitate and went to notify the other three people separately.
Ning Huaiqing came to Ali's door and knocked gently.
The door opened quickly, and Ali was seen dressed neatly, obviously she had not gone to bed yet.
The darkness infinitely magnified people's senses. He already had sensitive five senses, and at this moment he could even feel the cold and subtle fragrance on Ali's body.
He wanted to explain what happened that day to his senior sister, but he also knew that now was not the time to say such words.
Ning Huaiqing took a step closer and lowered his voice: "Something is wrong with this inn."
Ah Li nodded silently. Seeing Zhou Miaoqin and the others had also arrived, he said to Ning Huaiqing, "It's not safe here. Go to your room."
The group returned to the room and were about to discuss countermeasures when there were suddenly several noises on the roof. Several people quickly drew their swords and were ready for battle.
I saw the tiles on the roof being removed little by little, followed by a loud bang, and a woman in pink fell from the sky and landed in front of everyone.
"Ouch! I'm about to fall to my death..."
The woman's eyes were filled with tears, but she remembered that she couldn't make a sound, so she had to bite her lip and endure it.
She looked up in embarrassment and saw a young man in white clothes with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes standing in front of her. She tugged at his clothes and stretched out her hand to Ning Huaiqing: "Hey, can you give me a hand?"
The woman had almond eyes, a beautiful nose, and a pair of bright and lively eyes. When she smiled, she looked like a peach in March, pretty and charming.
Ali tilted his head to see her face clearly and sighed in his heart.
The scene in which the heroine Duan Yiwan appears in the book is exactly the same as the scene before our eyes.
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