"It doesn't matter. I heard Master Yuling say that Baoyu is just a new form of his body. How can it be so easy to get hurt?"
"I hope so, hey~"
"Actually, Master Yuling's ancient book rubbings are far less detailed than Zhijingdongtian. They mainly lack the historical facts about the development of the alchemy cauldron and specific elixirs, including the various versions revised through the ages. It is very interesting!"
Under normal circumstances, Long Fushi is almost always a quiet girl who doesn't express emotions or anger. Even when she is with Qingyun, she rarely shows such an excited look.
Qingyun dispersed his sorrow and said with a smile:
"Poetry, I find that you always like some weird knowledge."
"Haha, there are so many unknown mysteries in the world waiting for us to discover..."
"Those are the funniest things."
Qingyun's answer made Long Fushi's pretty face blush. At this time, the young master pointed behind her and asked:
"Have you finished reading all of this?"
"Well, I've finished reading."
"You have read so many books all morning, can you remember them?"
"Of course I can. Regardless of my talent for cultivation, my memory is pretty good. Even if I can't understand it, just write it down first and then talk about it!"
The young man is willing to give up.
"By the way, where's Alian?"
"Mei Lian said she went to Hanchan Cave to see if there were any of her clan there."
Hearing this, Qingyun nodded. Hanchan Cave is generally a cave where casual cultivators and demon cultivators study. Alian is indeed likely to meet his companions there, and the possibility of being in danger is very small.
Moreover, he was very aware of the little fox's strength. Back then, she was able to compete with Xiao Luoyi of the Yuan Hua Realm in the Hundred Meridians Realm. Now, even if she faced the Condensation Realm monks, she was not without the strength to fight.
Then, before the young man could even say a few words to Long Fushi, he was dragged into doing coolie work by her.
Long Fushi didn't know where to conjure up several huge bookshelves that were almost as high as the room. She slightly pursed her lips like a young lady and directed the young master to move them here and there. It took a long time. The bookshelf has just been arranged neatly.
By the time Qingyun hummed and arranged the books into categories according to Miss Long's request, a full hour had passed.
However, the considerate Long Fushi had already made tea, and after taking a cup with a smile, Qingyun finally felt that his efforts were not in vain.
"Writing poems. There are so many bookshelves in the house. Isn't this too eye-catching?"
Looking around, almost every wall in the room had bookshelves placed by Long Fushi, and the space suddenly became much smaller.
"It doesn't matter, just set up another deception."
As Long Fushi spoke, he took out the talisman and spirit stone, and chuckled as he prepared:
"I have longed for a room like this since I was a child. When I am tired, I can make a pot of tea, then choose a book from thousands of books, bask in the setting sun in the afternoon, and time flows quietly."
"You are so easily satisfied."
Qingyun also made fun of him.
"Well, in fact, the root of all pain comes from excessive desire, so I don't want much, just a little."
Qingyun, like Long Fushi, both have a sensitive and delicate heart, so he naturally heard the hidden meaning behind her words.
Suddenly, just as Long Fushi straightened up after setting up the formation, Qingyun strode forward and hugged her from behind, whispering in her ear:
"I know I can't give you everything, but as long as you are willing, I will build a big wooden house at home in Yirenshan in the future, and put ten times more good books in it than here, and get you a recliner. Just watch, I'll make the tea."
Qingyun's whisper made Long Fushi clearly smell the strong masculine scent on his body. At the same time, his slender waist was tightly hugged by Qingyun, and two intoxicating red clouds suddenly rose on his gentle face.
"Why haven't I heard you say these words before? Is it because Sister Lian is not here?"
Long Fushi asked shyly.
"Writing poetry...I..."
"Tch, I'll spare you. I want to see when you can save enough money to buy me a whole room of books."
"Haha, don't worry, after I get familiar with the course first I will find a way to make alchemy in exchange for credits~"
"Okay, let me go~"
"Hehe, I don't want it~"
"Stop making trouble Qingyun, let me go."
The young master's refusal and deliberate tightening of his arms made Long Fushi's heart beat wildly.
But after the fun, when Qingyun Zhendang slowly let go, she clearly felt a sense of loss in her heart. She couldn't help but turn around and look straight at this young man who was so handsome that he didn't look like a mortal.
"Why are you staring at me?"
Qingyun asked curiously.
Suddenly, he seemed to see a faint blood red flash in Long Fushi's beautiful eyes, and then she stood on tiptoes, and Qingyun felt something warm and soft leaning against her lips.
This feeling was very familiar to him yet extremely unfamiliar. It made his already hot heart feel as if something had hit him, and his head was instantly empty.
However, Long Fushi, who was blushing, took advantage of the situation and pushed Qingyun away, and then came to the door, as if he wanted to open the door and breathe fresh air.
How could Qingyun, who had just reacted, give Long Fushi a chance to escape easily?
With one leap, he jumped in front of Long Fushi again, and then hugged her tightly around the waist.
"Let me go, Qingyun, don't do this!"
"Is it too late to say no now?"
There seemed to be a bloodthirsty light in the young master's eyes, and Long Fushi's beautiful face, full of knowledge, was really very cherishable at this moment.
"It's...it's still early...I...I'm not ready yet..."
At this time, Qingyun was too aggressive, and the invisible and formless evil spirit slowly emitted. Apart from fighting, this was the first time Long Fushi had seen him look so evil.
But he is even more fascinating than the elegant young man just now.
"Either...or...let's wait for Sister Lian to come back..."
His heavy breathing made Long Fushi's heart beat harder, and he even began to speak indiscriminately.
"What? Do you want to be with Alian?"
Qingyun curled up his lips and smiled maliciously.
"Ah! No, I mean..."
Before she could finish her words, her small cherry mouth was immediately blocked by Qingyun, making it difficult to breathe.
Long Fushi's confused brain didn't know whether he should cater to or resist. He could only passively and awkwardly adapt to Qingyun's invasion.
Fortunately, the young master is not that kind of rough person. On the contrary, even though the evil karma of blood affects his mind all the time, his nature of caring for the fragrant and cherishing the jade has not changed at all. At least Long Fushi's hands can still move.
While Qingyun was distracted, Long Fushi pushed him forward gently, and then fumbled the door open with his own hands. The sunlight from the outside shone into the house, and this made the young man wake up from the sea of desire.
"Hey, are you so anxious in broad daylight?"
Yan Jiu's joking voice startled both of them, and Long Fushi, who was not tall, even hid his face in shame and hid behind Qingyun.
"Sister Jiu'er! You...why are you here?"
"Hmph! Can't you just pass by?"
Yan Jiu, who was wearing heavy makeup, glared at Qingyun fiercely. Although the life in Ninghua Tower had long made her accustomed to this, the boy in front of her was Xiao Luoyi's man after all. She regretted not giving him more outside Jiangyun City just now. Click on the color and see.
"Okay...ok..."
The guilty Qingyun felt guilty about being caught, which made Yan Jiu even more angry, secretly thinking, are all the promises you made to Xiao Mei just nonsense?
But as soon as she rolled her eyes, she laughed ambiguously, and her voice returned to its usual sweetness:
"Brother~ Jiu'er will never forget everything that happened outside Jiangyun City~"
"What?"
Under Qingyun's stunned gaze, Yan Jiu brushed his cheek with her pink gauze, and the slightly cool fragrance made the young man shiver.
Glancing at Long Fushi behind the young master with a smile, Yan Jiu shook his head fiercely and walked towards his dormitory.
"Qingyun..."
At this time, there was a stabbing sound, and the young man felt his back suddenly become much cooler. Looking back, it turned out that Long Fushi, who was gritting his teeth, tore a big hole in his clothes.
"Compose a poem, please listen to my explanation!"
Turning around, the young man wanted to hug Long Fushi, but she dodged him lightly.
"What do you want to explain?"
"No...it's not what you think!"
"Did you just go to Jiangyun City?"
The young man nodded quickly and honestly.
"Then why didn't you go find me?"
"I…"
"Is it just to be with Yan Jiu?"
Looking up, Long Fushi's face became calmer and calmer, but Qingyun's body was sweating more and more.
"It's not poetry like you think!"
"What do I think? Why don't you tell me why you didn't go to me but to Yan Jiu when we were in Baizhen City?"
While speaking, the flush on Long Fushi's face didn't even have time to fade away. Compared with A-Lian's noisiness, her calmness seemed to be more difficult for Qingyun to handle.
"I...I'm not afraid..."
"Afraid of what? Afraid of being discovered by me?"
"I…"
This is the first time in my life that I am so speechless, and it is also the first time I have seen Long Fushi's jealousy and difficulty, even though her face is expressionless now.
"Qingyun..."
"What's wrong with poetry?"
Her voice suddenly became softer, and the young man was relieved just now, but unexpectedly there was a sudden feeling of discomfort in his heart, and his pupils seemed to be trembling.
"Oops, Miaoyin!"
Because she had lost her guard before, Qingyun had inadvertently been fooled by Long's poem. It was only then that she pursed her lips and her voice was full of resentment:
"You'd better pray that I can calm down before Sister Lian comes back, otherwise you just have to stand guarding the door for me, huh!
After saying that, Long Fushi came to the bookshelf angrily, but the poor young man found that his body didn't obey his orders at all and couldn't move.
"close the door!"
"Wu Shi, please let me explain...I just..."
"Shut up!"
After another cold snort, Long Qingcheng removed the cover-up, picked out a dozen books at once, and started reading quietly.
The young master wanted to resist, but this time he was so confused that he could only move his fingers even with all his strength. After trying for a while, he could only cry and act like a fool. "Doorgod".
