Lin Ling and Bai Chen came to the Qingteng Ancient Palace together.
Before landing, Mo Ran ran out aggressively. When he saw the two holding hands, Mo Ran beamed, as if he was a successful matchmaker.
He poked Bai Chen's thigh with his elbow and said with a smile: "Apprentice, you are very good. It only took one day to let the entire sect know that you are together."
"How? Should you thank me?"
Mo Ran raised the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if it was all my fault.
"Yes, yes, it's all thanks to Master. I'm so lucky to have met you, Master."
Symbolic of a rainbow fart.
Bai Chen saw Mo Qingqing following Mo Ran, but Ji Fanqing was not there. Bai Chen, who wanted to ask, suddenly remembered that there was Lin Ling beside him.
Just ask.
Bai Chen took Lin Ling's hand and showed it openly.
"Master, this is my Taoist companion!"
"Hello, Master!"
Lin Lingming's facial skills were quite good, and she couldn't say she was very excited, but she still said hello to Mo Ran.
Mo Ran, who knew Lin Ling's usual style, didn't ask for too much.
Instead, they circled around Lin Ling.
"Senior Nephew Lin, how should I call you? Should I continue to call you Senior Nephew Lin or - disciple-in-law?"
"Just the same as before."
Mo Ran nodded with satisfaction, then clapped his hands and suggested with great interest: "Senior nephew Lin, do you want to have a meal together? My sister's craftsmanship is very good."
"No."
"What the hell?!"
Compared with Lin Ling's calmness, Bai Chen looked shocked.
Mo Ran's proposal to eat was something that was expected, not an accident at all, but the little loli said that the girl can cook, and is even very good at it. Are you sure you are not joking?
To say that Mo Wuqing killed Bai Chenxin on the battlefield without changing his expression, but when it comes to cooking - imagine...
At some point, Mo Ran got greedy, and Mo Qingqing stepped forward at the right time.
"Xiao Ran, what do you want to eat? My sister will cook it for you."
"Thank you sister~~"
Mo Ran smiled brightly, and his innocent smile turned into a sharp sword that pierced Mo Wuqing's heart, making Mo Qingwu gradually lose his mind, and his cooking skills finally improved.
This is probably the case.
Bai Chen was a little curious about Mo Qingqing's craftsmanship.
After Lin Ling refused, he simply stated his purpose.
"Master, my husband and I came here to ask your opinion on something."
"you say."
Although Mo Ran felt sorry for being rejected, she became serious again when she heard that Lin Ling had something to say.
Lin Ling held Lin Ling's arm and looked down the mountain.
"I want to take my husband to have a good look around the Qinglian Sword Sect. I came here specifically to ask you. I hope the master can agree."
"Agree, of course I agree!"
Mo Ran not only agreed instantly, but asked eagerly: "Do you need my opinion? Don't look at me like this. After all, I have lived in the Qinglian Sword Sect for three hundred years. There are many places suitable for the two of us."
"Thank you Master, but no need."
"Oh~"
After a somewhat disappointed response, Mo Ran wiltd and lost his spirit.
Just when Bai Chen was trying to comfort him, Mo Ran suddenly became energetic.
"Forget it if you don't need it, just go and have fun."
As he spoke, Mo Ran waved his hand, signaling the two of them to leave quickly.
Bai Chen looked at the little Loli speechlessly.
"I told you first, don't follow me."
Upon hearing this, Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head.
"No, I didn't. How could I secretly follow you? I'm very considerate. How could I ruin the tryst between the two of you?"
As he spoke, Mo Ran became serious and stared at Bai Chen angrily.
"I am your master, how can you not believe me?"
"Just believe it yourself."
Bai Chen exposed Mo Ran's little thoughts.
The little Loli has her thoughts written all over her face. As long as your head is clear, you can understand what she is thinking.
Not only the appearance, but also the way of thinking is the same as that of a child.
But Mo Ran is Mahayana, and Bai Chen has nothing to do if he really becomes a stalker. This is a gap in hard power, and he can only passively accept it.
Lin Ling is different.
She pretended to be solemn and asked Mo Ran.
"Master, I really value this tryst, so can you please—"
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"Look, Senior Sister Lin is back."
"They are indeed together. They are like a flower stuck in cow dung."
"Damn Bai Chen, this bastard made me lose spiritual stones for a whole month. This face bothers me so much. I want to kick him to death."
"Really? I think it's great. A handsome man and a beautiful woman. Let's not worry about the inside. On the outside, they look like a perfect match."
"By the way, why did Senior Sister Lin bring Bai Chen here? To meet the Seventh Elder."
Ignore these comments.
Bai Chen and Lin Ling walked into a hall together.
This hall is not very luxurious, but at a glance, you can tell that it is the residence of the swordsman monks.
The walls are covered with sword marks, and the rules of kendo flow on the sword marks, which are ancient and vicissitudes of life.
Just by looking at it, you can feel the sting from the sword marks.
On it are engraved the four characters "dragon flying and phoenix dancing": Sword Worship Hall.
It fits Tian Jianfeng's main hall very well.
Bai Chen followed Lin Ling and observed the hall.
Different from the Ivy Ancient Palace, there are many disciples here. Most of these disciples carry swords and carry a sense of sharpness on their bodies. Even their eyes are sharp.
I am afraid that others will not know that I am a sword cultivator.
Bai Chen disliked these disciples very much.
It looks too fierce, as if the other party has some kind of conflict with you, as if the other party is going to draw a sword and chop you down at the next moment.
Qinglian Sword Sect basically has every disciple practicing swordsmanship.
There are also many pure swordsmen.
The disciples of the Sword Worship Hall gave him this feeling.
I only believe in the sword in my hand, with its edge clearly visible, moving forward indomitably, not covering myself up at all, and being upright.
In layman's terms, it is cold and intimidating.
After walking around for a long time with Lin Ling, we finally arrived at our destination.
"This is my room, go in."
"You said the place you brought me here is your boudoir? Xiaoling, I think we were very good last night. There is no need to continue in the morning, right?"
"Get in!"
Without giving Bai Chen a chance to refuse, Lin Ling pulled him by the collar and entered the room.
Bai Chen also began to observe.
The walls were antique, and there were very few furniture in the room. There was only a table, a futon, and a wooden bed, but nothing else. Bai Chen couldn't help but wonder if anyone was living here?
But most monks' apartments are like this.
Except for practicing retreats, monks rarely use the house.
Mainly earn spiritual stones outside.
Lin Ling walked to the bed on her own.
Bai Chen understood instantly and started to untie his Taoist robe.
Lin Ling looked back in surprise when he heard the voice. Then he swallowed, suppressed his desire and said, "You misunderstood what I meant. This is not the place I want to take you to."
"ah!"
