The two small bamboo houses were surrounded by a lush, jade-like bamboo forest. Simple medicinal herb fields and some common spiritual flowers were planted on all sides. Nearby stood an exquisite stone pavilion, with a small bridge and flowing water passing by. The place looked warm, simple, peaceful, and quiet.
Qingjun was very satisfied with this place. He walked directly to the stone bench in the stone pavilion and sat down. Mo Qiu walked around for a few steps, finally looking at the bamboo house where Xuan Lingzi was. He said in a loud voice, "My little beauty, you live alone here? That's great. I'll share a room with you tonight and let that little brat have his own room."
Qingjun ignored Mo Qiu.
Luo Jianqing raised the scabbard and was about to draw it out when he was grabbed by Mo Qiu.
Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows and smiled softly, "Are you planning on doing this a second time?"
Luo Jianqing glanced at him coldly, drew back the scabbard, and said, "That bamboo house is where my master lives. Don't disturb him. He's in seclusion, cultivating. I have a spare bamboo couch in my bamboo house. Qingjun and I will sleep on the same bed tonight, and you can have your own. Anyway, cultivators like me don't have high requirements for sleep, and meditation can help us recover our spirits."
Mo Qiu's mouth twitched: "You sleep with him and not with me?"
It was really strange to say this. Luo Jianqing just frowned and was about to refute Mo Qiu's word choice. "Sleep" was too weird. Unexpectedly, the next moment, a powerful and surging pressure suddenly came down.
Luo Jianqing subconsciously flew to the nearby stone pavilion and embraced Qingjun. Mo Qiu's expression turned cold, and he sneered as he looked towards Xuan Lingzi's bamboo house, refusing to bend down.
Qingjun was injured and his body had not yet recovered. Luo Jianqing still needed him to treat Xuan Lingzi, so he naturally couldn't let anything happen to him. However, when Xuan Lingzi saw this scene, he ignored Mo Qiu, who was looking at him with disdain, and his body stiffened.
Why are you so protective of this child? Why are you so protective of this child?
When Jianqing was six or seven years old, he did go out for training, but his spirit followed him and didn't notice anything wrong. Could it be that... could it be that he really didn't notice anything?
Xuan Lingzi suddenly felt his feet go weak and he staggered back a step.
Luo Jianqing had no idea that his own master would misunderstand him. He thought that those disciples with lower cultivation might mistake Mo Qiu's gender based on his appearance, but Xuan Lingzi was different. He would definitely see that Mo Qiu was a man at first glance and would not misunderstand his relationship with Mo Qiu.
However, he never expected that... Xuan Lingzi still misunderstood the relationship between him and Qingjun.
Luo Jianqing held Qingjun in his arms, then said loudly: "Master, your disciple is back."
Even after he finished speaking, the terrifying pressure still did not dissipate.
Seeing that Mo Qiu was about to collapse from the strain, Luo Jianqing said loudly, "Master, I am deeply concerned about your health as I head to Myriad Beast Ridge. These two are my friends. After I settle them down, I will go to your room... in front to greet you."
The terrifying pressure finally dissipated.
Luo Jianqing breathed a sigh of relief and took Qingjun's hand as he walked towards his bamboo house. Mo Qiu pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and followed Luo Jianqing inside.
After entering the house, Mo Qiu was finally attracted by the things in the house. He kept looking around like a naughty child. On the contrary, Qingjun sat obediently on the stool without moving.
Luo Jianqing said: "Wait here for a while, my master already knows I'm back, I have to go and pay him a visit."
Mo Qiu curled his lips and said, "How come your master didn't come out to see you after you came back? How can there be such a master?"
Luo Jianqing's face immediately turned cold: "Don't talk nonsense!" As he said that, he winked at Mo Qiu.
Mo Qiu naturally understood what Luo Jianqing meant. He was reminding himself that if Venerable Xuan Lingzi wanted to know, he could hear them, so he was being careful with his words. But Mo Qiu still didn't care and held Luo Jianqing back, not letting him leave.
After the two of them tugged at each other for a long time, Qingjun said, "It's a bit cold."
Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu were both stunned. After feeling it again, they nodded in surprise: "It's really a bit cold?"
Xuan Lingzi, who had already been frozen into an ice sculpture in the next room, said: "..."
After kicking Mo Qiu into the house, Luo Jianqing finally walked to the bamboo house nearby. This time, he didn't force Xuan Lingzi to leave. He bowed at the door, briefly recounted his experiences, and then whispered, "Master, I have something private to tell you. Please set up a barrier."
Mo Qiu's cultivation is higher than Luo Jianqing's. At such a close distance, it is easy for Mo Qiu to eavesdrop.
This time, Luo Jianqing didn't have to wait long before a cold voice rang out: "Master has already laid it out."
Luo Jianqing was stunned when he heard this. He subconsciously thought, "Has it been set up long ago? Could it have been set up when we first started talking?" Then he said, "Master, have you seen the child my disciple brought back this time?"
Xuan Lingzi: “…”
Luo Jianqing subconsciously touched his arm and suddenly felt a little colder.
After a long while, Xuan Lingzi replied in a strange tone, "Master... I saw it."
Luo Jianqing: "..." Why do you still seem a little unhappy?
Luo Jianqing frowned slightly, puzzled, and said, "Master, this time I brought him to Yuxiao Peak to bring him to you."
Xuan Lingzi: "...I won't see him."
Luo Jianqing opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Master?"
Xuan Lingzi's voice suddenly turned cold: "Master will never see him!"
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