PDLP Chapter 128: A promising future for the poor sword nun master x a mortal body, a lonely and taciturn
Chapter 128: A promising future for the poor sword nun master x a mortal body, a lonely and taciturn
Yun Qian didn’t know this.
But she knew that she had the sequelae of being a spy, and she liked to do things cleanly... It was an old habit that she couldn't change.
Having gained nothing, Ling Ji could only retreat with worries.
His gloomy and lonely brows furrowed. In two days, the Immortal Micro Mirror Trial would begin. He wasn't sure how his current strength would be perceived by others, but he didn't want to embarrass his master...
In the competition among the immortals, he was confident of winning because he knew that these people were not truly powerful at best, but with so many sects in the world of immortal cultivation, he didn't want to burden his master. Or let his master look down on him... And he didn't want his master to be ridiculed by others because of him...
He forgot that he had only been here for over three months... and people are extremely proud in front of the person they like, and the torn mentality made it difficult for him to sleep.
Yun Qian felt restless halfway through her sleep. In her dream, she was surrounded by wolves, and no matter how hard she fought, she couldn't kill them all... When she had nowhere to retreat, she saw only a vast abyss behind her...
At the last moment of her dream, she noticed that there seemed to be a young man in blue clothes beside her... but she could no longer see him clearly.
Yun Qian opened her eyes, and the bright moon outside the window cast a ray of light in... Yes, blue, no, it's not.
A bright moon hung right above the pavilion, so large that it made the night seem less dark... Yun Qian opened the hollow window and looked out...
You won’t know until you see it, there is a young man under the moon.
Ling Ji was sitting alone on the carved railings and jade steps. At first glance, he was right in the moonlight. The boy had black hair half tied up with two plain hairbands, which were blown by the night wind. The boy had a handsome face and was wearing a blue robe with a white outer layer.
I have to say, it is very elegant and beautiful.
The moonlight was holy and soft, and the young man seemed to be unable to sleep and came here to sit alone under the moon, with the Lingguang sword she gave him tucked around his waist.
……
Tonight, Master didn't tie her hair up. Her half-tied hair made her look more approachable than her usual formal look.
Her beautiful eyes were fixed on me, and her usually cold gaze seemed to soften under the moonlight. I couldn't help but be stunned when she said to me.
"Why are you here alone?"
"Disciple, some..." What should I say? Should I say that I am worried about something?
"After tonight, we'll be leaving the day after tomorrow. Ji'er, are you feeling a little anxious?"
Even the moonlight's radiance couldn't outshine his master's. The first time he saw her, Ling Ji wanted to join the Cloud Sword Sect... He knew everyone said the Cloud Sword Sect's leader couldn't compare to the depths of others' cultivation, and he'd also heard... that the Cloud Moon Palace had nothing...
But he still felt that there was something inexplicable, as if he had a deep bond with her...
The young man lowered his gloomy brows, unwilling to let her see what was inside.
"Let's go. Master will take you to the place closest to the Ninth Heaven..."
The woman spoke. She was still young, but she rarely acted like this in front of outsiders. Her voice was soft and gentle...it seemed to penetrate people's hearts.
The voice reached Ling Ji's ears. Before he raised his head to look at the master in front of him, he saw a hand reaching out. Just like that, it appeared in his sight and in his world.
Ling Ji was a little nervous. As he was hesitating, his eyes fell directly on the woman's slender palm... His heartbeat gradually became louder, and he didn't know what to do...
It was as if the fragrance of laurel suddenly wafted in, intoxicating people and making them lose track of where they were going or where this feeling came from.
Yun Qian saw that he didn't move for a long time, which was consistent with his age, and she found it funny.
The young man was still hesitating, wondering, yet afraid, afraid of offending his master. Would that be disastrous? Before he could even begin to think, the hand in front of him suddenly vanished. Before Ling Ji could even express his momentary panic, his left hand was already held by his master.
The next moment, the two of them were soaring into the air. The night was not "late" at all, and the clear light from the sky generously poured down upon the two young men...
The two of them flew on their swords. Ling Ji automatically landed behind Yun Qian at first, and Yun Qian understood.
She just looked back and smiled,
"Ling Ji, hurry up."
Ling Ji remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on the woman beside him. Yun Qian was no fool; how could she not know? The mountain breeze blew in her face, bringing a cool and refreshing feeling. Yun Qian let out a rare, delighted laugh...
Ling Ji turned his head to look at her, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously... Although he was still controlling the sword, his heart was completely drawn to Yun Qian beside him. Tonight, she did not look like the usual calm and self-restrained sword master who was awe-inspiring without anger. Instead, she looked like just a young girl, a lively being who laughed, scolded, and laughed.
Ling Ji felt that he saw something unusual in her...
The hair of the two people was blown in the air, and unknowingly, a few disobedient strands of hair secretly tangled together and connected together, as if their destinies had been unconsciously intertwined since that day.
Yun Qian brought him to Liyuan Immortal Mountain...
She wasn't lying, this was the tallest place in the world of immortal cultivation...it was fitting that her immortal parents lived here.
As soon as Ling Ji stepped into the lush grasslands of Liyuan Immortal Mountain, he felt a breath of light, refreshing air filled with rich spiritual energy...
The twinkling stars were not as beautiful as the lotus flowers blooming in the Liyuan Immortal Mountain... Each pale yellow or white blossom filled the pond. Yun Qian had brought him here, saying he could pick one and eat it if he liked.
The young man couldn't help but take his eyes off the lotus and turned his head to look at his master who was standing beside him with his arms crossed.
Looking at her eyes with a hint of smile and her unrestrained posture, Ling Ji wondered what a Sword Master looked like. At this moment, he had the answer in his heart.
Yun Qian explained, "I'm not lying to you, this is real. Liyuan Immortal Mountain was destroyed by the thunderstorm. The lotus flowers in the Mingjing Pond are still growing, probably because of the magic my father cast. The lotus flowers in the pond were planted by my father himself, and they are now blooming. They have spiritual power, and eating them will benefit you."
"The Immortal Lord loves his wife and daughter dearly, and everyone in the world of immortal cultivation knows this. Ling Ji saw it with his own eyes today, and it's true that his reputation is well-deserved." The young man responded, but listening carefully, his voice was a little dry...
Yun Qian stopped smiling, and intuitively felt that she might have found the key words... Who were his parents?
The boy's eyes were clearly as bright as stars, very beautiful, but he always liked to frown in front of Yun Qian... Yun Qian could see it...
"Ling Ji, it will probably take thousands of years before I can see them again... It's okay. The world is constantly changing. All we can do and see is always the present."
Ling Ji choked upon hearing this, feeling for a moment that he had spoken out of turn. But then he heard his master say this, and he couldn't help but look up at her. She stood amidst the flickering light, ethereal and ethereal... As they stared at each other, Ling Ji felt his heart swell with confusion...
Who knows what’s in my heart?
The branches are full of moonflowers.