Luo Binghe nodded. He still wanted to say something, but he felt something strange.
Liu Qingge spurred his horse past, giving a sonorous snort.
It just so happened that Shen Qingqiu had nothing to do and looked outside. Sure enough, Liu Mingyan's face was covered with a veil, and she was carrying the sword "Water Color" on her back. She sat upright on her horse, the breeze blowing, and her muslin clothes fluttered.
Luo Binghe glanced around and saw that not only did Shen Qingqiu not look away, but he was even more fervently staring in their direction. Black lines appeared on his face, and his heart was stifled to the point where his teeth itched. While talking and laughing with Liu Mingyan, he stealthily led the two people's horses faster and faster, until they were so far away that Shen Qingqiu couldn't see them unless he stuck his entire upper body out of the carriage.
Shen Qingqiu could only sit back down, disappointed.
She felt that this was probably because he was indignant. Such a considerate and powerful disciple was actually taught by Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Qingqiu stared into his eyes: "Do you want to become strong? Strong to the point where no one in the world dares to contend with you? "
Luo Binghe received the Dream Demon's daily guidance in the dream, and his progress was lightning fast. He could take charge of things on his own long ago. Shen Qingqiu was so happy that he often sent him some of the trivial internal affairs of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect to handle. When he grew up a bit, the task of going down the mountain to eliminate demons and helping others was also thrown to him. So that he wouldn't have to hover around her every day.
Luo Binghe slowly said: "Binghe is fearless in the face of suffering and hardship, but I want to be strong enough to protect important people and things!"
The original Qi Qingqi and Shen Qingqiu didn't have much friendship, and they didn't interact much. But these past few years, Shen Qingqiu occasionally worked with her. He knew that she was outspoken and shrewish, and they got along pretty well.
Seeing him answer so resolutely, Shen Qingqiu let out a sigh of relief. He asked again: "If before that, you had to suffer a lot of pain and torture, experience countless tribulations, and your body and mind were on the verge of collapse, would you still want to be the strongest?"
Today, Shen Qingqiu seemed to pay special attention to him. He couldn't help but laugh: "Shizun, why do you keep looking at me? Could it be that after disciple has left the mountain for so many days, Master also misses disciple? "
However, even though he said that, every time he met Luo Binghe after he finished reflecting, Shen Qingqiu would habitually praise him first when he saw that harmless face and that diligent figure. "The file has been copied/the person has been rescued/the thing has been found/the dish is ready? Hmm, well done. "After praising him, he forgot what he had planned to do …
Shen Qingqiu suddenly understood. "That's right. Thank you for reminding me, Junior Martial Sister. "As he said that, he knocked on the carriage with the handle of his fan.
Luo Binghe also sensed that Shen Qingqiu seemed to have something important to say, so he instantly became serious. "Yes?"
Not long after, Che Lianzi was lifted up by someone. Luo Binghe smiled and asked, "Shizun, dessert, water, or backache?"
Shen Qingqiu secretly felt a burst of excitement when he saw with his own eyes the scene of a handsome man and a beautiful woman riding side by side. He couldn't help but stick his head out a little more.
Luo Binghe sat down on the seat next to him, steadily poured a cup of tea, and pushed it to Shen Qingqiu's hand. "It's not a troublesome disaster, and I missed Shizun very much, so I came back without stopping."
After an unknown amount of time, there was the sound of footsteps approaching.
The long sword on Luo Binghe's back was the "Zheng Yang" sword that he pulled out from Ten Thousand Swords Peak. The name of the immortal sword complemented Luo Binghe's temperament at this time. The body of the sword was shining brightly. Although this was also an extremely good sword, and when Luo Binghe pulled it out of the rock wall, it attracted the exclamations of admiration from his fellow disciples. But compared to the sword that truly belonged to Luo Binghe, it was not on the same level.
Shen Qingqiu really had no appetite and waved his hand. "No need. You can leave. "
Shen Qingqiu said, "Your Shishu Qi wants to eat dessert."
He sat upright and still, and without hesitation, looked straight back. "Yes!"
Most people chose to ride horses, looking valiant and heroic. But first, Shen Qingqiu was not good at riding and didn't want to fall and break his neck. Second, he felt that being outside in the wind, sun, and rain wasn't leisurely and elegant enough, so under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he climbed into the carriage.
Qi Qingqi spat in his face. "Don't covet my beloved disciple!"
She clearly didn't even show her face. No matter how beautiful she is, can she be as good-looking as me?
Shen Qingqiu said, "After you've drafted it, you can directly report it to the sect head shixiong."
Although he was already very skilled at brainwashing himself, he still wouldn't feel the slightest bit happy just because he did it a lot.
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh! It's starting, it's starting!
Shen Qingqiu said, "That's natural." He lowered his head and opened the paper bag. "Dragon's Beard Crisp. Not bad. "He turned and handed the dessert to Qi Qingqi." Want some? "
Ming Fan didn't dare to say more and obediently left. Tears streamed down his heart. Luo Binghe, this brat, has completely become Shizun's flesh and blood these past few years. I can't even let Shizun eat a mouthful of porridge!
Shen Qingqiu said, "Didn't I say no?"
Of course, he didn't consider that it might be a cooking problem.
This back and forth was heard by Luo Binghe nearby. His face immediately turned green.
As long as he could make Shen Qingqiu feel a little ashamed, it would be a victory!
Shen Qingqiu said, "I raised it, and I'm not allowed to see it?"
Shen Qingqiu picked up the cup of tea and took a sip. The snow mountain fragrant tea he plundered from Qiong Ding Peak didn't taste anything. He said, "The Immortal Alliance Conference is about to begin."
Shen Qingqiu composed himself. "How come you're back so soon this time?"
Shen Qingqiu used his folding fan to make room for her as he calmly said, "I'm a patient."
… Qi Qingqi couldn't describe what she was feeling right now.
Luo Binghe really wasn't narcissistic. He had always been very clear about what his appearance was like. He wasn't complacent about it, but he also wouldn't hypocritically and humbly belittle it.
Luo Binghe immediately took out a delicately wrapped dessert from his bosom and offered it. It seemed that he was prepared.
Ming Fan accepted the invitation and saw that his expression wasn't very good. He thought of how Shizun was very picky about the food in the kitchen after that stinky brat Luo Binghe left the mountain, and how he hadn't eaten well these days. He asked, "Shizun, do you want this disciple to prepare some porridge?"
Liu Mingyan stared blankly, nodded slightly, and returned the greeting. "Luo-shixiong."
"Too beautiful to behold"?
This woman's eyebrows were beautiful, and her chest was towering. She was the Master of Xian Shu Peak, Qi Qingqi.
But Shen Qingqiu didn't notice his expression at all. He simply looked over while eating the dessert. He had the mentality of eating popcorn and drinking coke before the start of a movie, waiting for the commercials to end and the main show to begin. That was Liu Mingyan! The male and female lead were on the same occasion, how could there not be sparks and no JQ?!
Luo Binghe tilted his head and smiled, greeting, "Liu-shimei."
In fact, it wasn't. She just didn't know that there was a word to describe this feeling, called "blinding dog eyes."
The venue for this Immortal Alliance Conference was a complex terrain, undulating for several miles, called Jue Di Valley.
When Shen Qingqiu got this answer, his heart finally felt a little more balanced.
Qi Qingqi gave him a place, but her mouth was still unforgiving. "Spoiled since childhood! You're such a delicate baby, how is that like a Jindan Immortal! Do you need someone to serve you some snacks later? "
Although he was being served comfortably, he didn't know if this child's appearance was skewed or something, but he clung to him a little too fiercely … Shen Qingqiu would often reflect on whether or not it was because he had spoiled him a little too much that he should properly discredit himself to prove to the system that he was a firm antagonist. Otherwise, if this continued, he was afraid that when the time came, he wouldn't be able to harden his heart and throw Luo Binghe into the endless abyss with one palm.
Luo Binghe saw that Shizun kept staring at Liu Mingyan, and the hand holding the reins couldn't help but tighten, his knuckles turning white.
Seeing that Shen Qingqiu didn't have any intention of withdrawing his gaze for a long time, Luo Binghe couldn't bear it any longer. He slightly urged his whip, and the white horse trotted forward, riding side by side with Liu Mingyan.
The white horse was full of vigor, and the youth was extraordinarily handsome. Under the sunlight, it made people's eyes sparkle.
Shen Qingqiu shook his head and smiled, choosing his words carefully. "Binghe."
Luo Binghe had already had the answer to this question a long time ago.
How could he have forgotten that when the male and female protagonists were lovey-dovey, there would never be a third wheel or a hindrance of onlookers. But the child had truly grown up, and knew to be on guard and hide from his elders when he was in love … could it be that the rebellious phase had finally arrived?
A cultivation novel actually had people riding horses and carriages all day long! Shen Qingqiu would never be able to understand the meaning behind Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky's setting, but no matter how much he hated it, he would vomit it out after three years. He was already numb to it.
Shen Qingqiu was silent for a long time before he placed the invitation in Ming Fan's arms and had him put it away.
Luo Binghe had long known about this and asked, "Should this disciple first draft a list of Qing Jing Peak's participating disciples and give it to Shizun to look over?"
There was already a first come, first served policy in the carriage. As soon as he saw him lift up the curtain with his folding fan and burrow in, he said disdainfully, "A big man wants to fight with me for a place!"
Famous figures had their own status and wouldn't participate in the Immortal Alliance Conference to compete with the younger generation. There was no need, and it was beneath them to do so. Thus, the twelve Peak Lords and Shishu and Shibo level figures wouldn't sign up. The upper limit was high, so naturally the more the better. In the end, fully equipped, they set off for Jue Di Valley. There were actually over a hundred people.
Yes. Luo Binghe, ah, in order to protect your future harem of three thousand beauties as beautiful as flowers and jade, you must become strong!
These past few years, Shen Qingqiu had thrown all these chores, big or small, to Luo Binghe to handle. In any case, Luo Binghe was now so obedient and useful, and his work was thorough and meticulous. Shen Qingqiu really couldn't think of any reason why he had to do it himself … before making a final decision, Luo Binghe would always ask Shen Qingqiu to look over it once to see if there was anything wrong. Shen Qingqiu always wanted to say, actually, you don't need to check it for me again. Really, your ability to handle matters is much better than mine!
"This disciple has traveled thousands of miles from another continent to come back. Shizun didn't even look at me, and you're going to refuse?"
Although he still couldn't bear it, thinking that this was the process of breaking out of a cocoon and becoming a butterfly that the protagonist had to go through, Shen Qingqiu had no choice but to adjust his attitude.
With so many people flying on swords, it would be too high-profile and disturbing to the people, so they still traveled by car.
He said, "If Shizun has any other instructions, please call me." Only then did he put down the curtain.
This scene was too pleasing to the eye. Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but look for a while longer and sighed. "Too beautiful to behold."
Qi Qingqi didn't look at Shen Qingqiu, who was eating the Dragon's Beard Cake, and was still struggling on his deathbed. "Even Xiaoyan can ride a horse!"
Luo Binghe giggled. "Of course. Does Shizun find it pleasing to the eye? "
This voice was gentle, elegant, and clear, with a bit of joking grievance. When Shen Qingqiu heard it, he almost fell over with his chair. He jerked his head back. The seventeen-year-old youth was tall and slender, dressed in white. The corner of his mouth hooked up in a smile, and his eyes were shining as he looked at him.
These words sounded a bit glib, but Luo Binghe, as the protagonist, always had a kind of skill that could make even the most glib words sound sincere and incomparably gentle. Regarding this, Shen Qingqiu … enjoyed it very much!
Three days later, Cang Qiong Mountain Sect's Twelve Peaks' disciple list was prepared and they all went to the Assembly.
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