Chapter 29029 It’s the most handsome man in the world of immortal cultivation again.
Of course, before practicing sword-wielding, Lu Qingqing did not forget her promise to have a drink with Jiang Jun.
The two of them sat in the waterside pavilion, enjoying the moon, drinking, and occasionally chatting, feeling relaxed and comfortable.
Ever since Jiang Jun removed the evil restriction, he has regained his previous temperament, lively and sensible, gentle but still independent.
It's comfortable to deal with such people, just like the ghost boy trapped in the small secret realm of Fuyue Mountain.
Jiang Jun remembered what happened after Lu Qingqing rescued him from the ghost market, and naturally he also remembered Liu Sheng.
"I wonder if Brother Liu is doing well in the underworld." He raised his chin slightly and took a sip of the fragrant osmanthus wine.
"He should be cultivating diligently. He's a diligent man." Lu Qingqing looked at the bright moon in the sky and smiled. "To be honest, if you hadn't been running around for your life, we wouldn't have strayed into this small secret realm, wouldn't have met him, and wouldn't have had this opportunity. You retrieved the magic weapon, and I obtained the dagger."
Jiang Jun was a little embarrassed. "I don't remember what was going through my mind at the time. I just acted on instinct and made a lot of jokes."
"Thinking about it now, it's quite cute." Lu Qingqing's smile widened. "You were just like a child back then."
"Qingqing, please forgive me." Jiang Jun's face turned even redder as he recalled something. "Thinking back on it makes me want to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it."
Lu Qingqing stopped teasing him and raised her glass, saying, "Ajun, congratulations on your recovery. The people who hurt you have been punished."
Jiang Qingbo not only cured his son's illness, but also caught the culprit. Unexpectedly, the mastermind behind the incident was Jiang Qingbo's cousin, who chose to harm his nephew to vent his personal anger and was now punished by the family rules of the ancestor who had just come out of seclusion in the Fuxi Sect.
"I have to thank you for this." Jiang Jun clinked his glasses with hers, and they both drank the wine in their glasses. "If you hadn't saved me in the ghost market, I don't know where I would have ended up, and how much suffering I would have endured."
"Friends don't need to be polite." Lu Qingqing said, "The past is the past, let's look forward to everything."
Jiang Jun nodded, his face slightly red, his lips moved slightly, but he said nothing.
After a few drinks, even the night breeze of Lishan Mountain has a warm and slightly tipsy feel, blowing on my face, soft and long.
The lotus pond outside the pavilion was devoid of lotus flowers, leaving only lingering lotus leaves covering the surface, with dewdrops trembling and rolling on them.
"Qingqing." Jiang Jun suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
"What are your plans after you learn the sword-controlling technique?"
"Go to other continents." Lu Qingqing's eyes were like stars. "Seek opportunities and change your destiny."
Jiang Jun had many emotions flowing through him, but they eventually turned into calmness.
The girl in front of me was not covered by the cone hat veil, revealing her beautiful and bright face like the bright moon.
She has a determined mind, broad ideals, outstanding talent, and she runs hard and moves forward.
His father was right. He should practice well, otherwise the distance between him and her would only grow farther and farther, and everything would eventually become a delusion.
"I wish you all the best." Finally, Jiang Jun revealed a gentle smile, pouring all his hidden emotions into the cup, "Qingqing, you will definitely become a great immortal."
"I accept your blessing, and I also wish you a speedy breakthrough." Lu Qingqing drank the wine, her eyes sparkling even brighter. "My friend, let's meet at the top."
Jiang Jun's eyes were wet, and he forced himself to hold back a thousand words, and just said, "Okay."
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When we say it's just a drink, there won't be a trace of insolence.
After enjoying the sweet-scented osmanthus wine and saying almost the same farewell words, Lu Qingqing said goodbye to Jiang Jun and returned to her own courtyard.
This was the place Jiang Qingbo specially arranged for her. The environment was quiet and there was a large bamboo forest behind the courtyard, which was suitable for her to practice martial arts.
After drinking, her body felt light and her mind was clear, but she couldn't fall asleep. Lu Qingqing sat in the yard and made herself a pot of tea.
Her dagger was placed on the stone table, and the moonlight reflected a dazzling and cold light on the sword.
Lu Qingqing took the sword, gently stroked its smooth and cold surface with her fingertips, and murmured to herself, "By the way, I haven't given you a name yet."
This is a magical sword.
It has a magical origin, a magical appearance, and is even more magical when used.
The relationship between a sword cultivator and his sword is no different from that between a comrade-in-arms who shares life and death. Giving a sword a name is a gesture of affection, but even more so, respect.
Thinking of the dagger shining brightly in the icy lake, Lu Qingqing had an idea, "How about calling you Ice Star?"
Cold as ice, bright as stars.
The sword trembled slightly and made a small chirping sound, as if responding to its master.
Lu Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. Even a powerful sword, even one without a sword spirit, had its own temperament.
If it does not truly accept its master and refuses to be driven, it will be difficult for it to master the art of swordsmanship.
Now that Bingxing accepted her name, it meant that she accepted this master from the bottom of her heart.
"Ice Star." Lu Qingqing called its name, stroking the sword again and saying softly, "Thank you for saving me at the critical moment. From now on, we will fight side by side, sharing life and death, okay?"
The sword in his hand vibrated again, and the cold touch actually gave off a hint of heat.
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While Jiang Jun was in seclusion, Lu Qingqing also began to practice sword-wielding.
She was still using the skills taught to her by her previous master.
At that time, Lu Qingqing's cultivation was low, but the old man thought of her high talent and taught her the method of sword-riding in advance.
Now that I think about it, it was as if Master knew that Lu Qingqing would leave early and made plans for her future.
Lu Qingqing sighed softly.
From my memory, I know that my former master was an old man with a stern face but a kind heart. I don’t know how he is doing now.
Well, I'd better practice hard.
Putting aside all the messy thoughts, Lu Qingqing got into the state.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, put her fingers together, and chanted a spell, and golden light appeared at her fingertips.
The light quickly transferred to the Ice Star Sword in his left hand.
The sword shone brightly.
"go!"
With a low shout from Lu Qingqing, the Ice Star Sword flew from her hand into the air. The sword body slowly became wider and longer, and it turned from a short sword into a long sword, dancing in the sunlight and creating a gorgeous shadow.
"Certainly!"
With another command, the Ice Star Sword stopped flying and remained motionless in mid-air.
Lu Qingqing stepped forward, jumped lightly, and landed her feet on the sword.
She reached out and steadied herself.
The view from the air is really good, and it is extremely comfortable to bathe in the breeze.
"Ice Star, get up."
She gave a soft command, and the sword under her feet "whooshed" forward.
Fortunately, Lu Qingqing was prepared and kept her body steady as she moved. Although she seemed a little flustered, she did not fall off the sword.
Bingxing is not a naughty person and does not play any mischief. After starting, it flies very steadily.
The scenery on top of Mount Li is beautiful.
Lu Qingqing shuttled between the clouds and mist, with sunlight within reach.
Like a flying bird, soaring straight up.
After flying around the hilltop of Fuxi Gate, she returned to the courtyard.
As soon as I landed, I saw Jiang Qingbo sitting on a stone bench.
"Uncle Jiang, when did you come?" Lu Qingqing hurriedly greeted him.
"Just arrived." Jiang Qingbo smiled and poured tea into the cup, "Qingqing, come and have a rest."
Lu Qingqing took off her cone hat and sat on the other side of the stone table.
"I thought you were in seclusion with Ajun." She didn't hesitate, picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"You're already a grown man, and you still want me to accompany you?" Jiang Qingbo sneered as he drank his tea. "Besides, he's been meditating and practicing internal energy these past few days, so he doesn't need me."
Lu Qingqing thought that Lao Jiang had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, so she said, "With your encouragement, Ah Jun will definitely be able to break through this time."
"I hope so." Jiang Qingbo's eyes softened. "Actually, Jun has good talent, but he was too playful before. Ever since he met you, he has finally become more sensible."
Lu Qingqing picked up the teacup, lowered her head, and drank sip after sip.
If you didn't know, you would think she had been thirsty for several days.
Jiang Qingbo suddenly burst into laughter.
"Kid, when you don't know how to respond, you just play dumb. Relax, Uncle Jiang just came to see how your sword-wielding skills are going."
Lu Qingqing smiled mischievously.
"Qingqing, you are truly gifted. You succeeded on your first try." Jiang Qingbo exclaimed, "This is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes. I've only heard rumors of it before."
"What rumor?" Lu Qingqing became curious.
Jiang Qingbo: "Legend has it that Master Feng of the Yunmiao Sect succeeded in the art of controlling the sword once. At that time, he had just reached the Golden Core stage, the same as you."
It was this famous and most handsome man in the world of immortal cultivation.
"Isn't the Yunmiao Sect a medicine-cultivating sect?" Lu Qingqing asked the question in her mind.
"The founder of the Yunmiao Sect was a herbalist, and all his disciples are also herbalists," Jiang Qingbo said. "But this Master Feng is not only proficient in medical principles, but also quite skilled in swordsmanship, magic, and even divination. He is a rare all-rounder and the second genius of their Yunmiao Sect after their founder."
Lu Qingqing's mind raced. She put down her cup, sat upright, and asked, "Uncle Jiang, besides this Master Feng, are there many other masters in the Yunmiao Sect?"
"Of course. The Yunmiao Sect is not only one of the best sects, but also the leader in medicine cultivation." At this point, Jiang Qingbo found it funny again, "I heard that on good days, the Yunmiao Sect's door is almost broken down."
"Why?"
"There are both male and female disciples in the Yunmiao Sect, and there is an endless stream of cultivators seeking love."
Lu Qingqing understood this principle.
The higher a cultivator's level, the more they need high-level elixirs to aid their practice; correspondingly, as a medicine cultivator advances, they also need a cultivator with high martial arts skills to protect them. As long as one doesn't practice the ruthless path, forming a Taoist partner is like a powerful alliance, maximizing benefits.
As the most famous medicine sect in several planes, the disciples of Yunmiao Sect are naturally the most popular.
That Master Feng was skilled in both alchemy and martial arts, possessing virtually no weaknesses. For him, finding a Taoist partner was a waste of precious time. She would have made the same choice.
Thinking of this, I suddenly had an idea in my mind.
Although the book "Nine Provinces Cultivation Records" only said that Yunmiao Sect was the leader of the cultivation world, if there really was a medicine cultivator with divine blood, the probability of this person being in Yunmiao Sect must be the greatest.
——Even if she couldn't find a powerful person with divine blood, she could still ask the Yunmiao Sect's highly skilled medical practitioners to treat her.
Lu Qingqing decided that she would go to Tai Chi Continent.
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