"How did you come?"
Qiong Yi, who had come to Nanshan for the first time early in the morning, was walking towards the sky above the mountain with her sword in hand when she heard Sheng Xuanyuan, who was practicing swordplay in the forest, asking her questions.
His tone was not calm, and it didn't sound like a casual question. With a bit of surprise, Qiong Yi thought it was an eviction order from him.
The "Good morning" that was originally suppressed in her throat was swallowed alive by Qiong Yi. Her red lips curled slightly: "What's wrong? Can't I come?"
He said: "Yes."
When Qiong Yi was about to walk up the mountain, she heard Sheng Xuanyuan ask again: "Are you injured?"
She subconsciously covered the red marks on her face caused by her sleep, and thought to herself: Wasn't it hurt that the master scolded me so harshly yesterday?
It was okay if she didn't cover her face, but when she did, Sheng Xuanyuan felt like she had been beaten and was injured. Seeing him stop his sword skills, put away his sword and walk towards her, Qiong Yi immediately turned around.
"Lu Xiyan..."
"Sheng Hao!" Qiong also felt that it would be really embarrassing if he knew about the marks on his face caused by sleeping! So he quickly stopped him and said, "You...continue practicing your sword and don't think too much about it."
"Who bullied you?"
Qiong Yi couldn't laugh or cry: "No one bullies me!"
She just felt that the person behind her was getting closer and closer, so she walked faster up the mountain. Unexpectedly, before she had taken a few steps, she bumped into Sheng Xuanyuan. The moment she raised her head, the two pairs of eyes immediately looked at each other. A cold and long scent of pine penetrated into her nose. Qiong Yi's heart skipped a beat strangely, and she quickly looked away and took two steps back.
"Who hit him?" When Sheng Xuanyuan said this, Qiong Yi always felt that he seemed angry, but secretly said: It must be an illusion.
She denied: "No one hit me."
Sheng Xuanyuan felt that he could see it clearly. It was clearly a palm print. Hearing Qiong Yi say this, his dark eyes half-lowered: "Liar."
Qiong Yi secretly thought that he could no longer let him misunderstand like this, and simply took away the hand that covered the red mark: "I'm not lying to you, it's... I was sleeping on my stomach last night, and it hurt me. My skin is like this, it's bumpy." It’s easy to get marks if you touch it.”
Sheng Xuanyuan looked at the slightly swollen mark, and then at the bruises under her eyes: "...Why do you sleep on your stomach?"
What's the problem?
Qiong Yi said dumbly: "Ten times of the Poem of Clear Heart..."
"Oh." Sheng Xuanyuan suddenly realized.
At this time, Qiong Yi had already thrown away her original thought that Sheng Xuanyuan might care about her, thousands of miles away, and sarcastically said: "Yes, you are a good writer, take it." A, I definitely don’t know how long and difficult it is to copy this Cheng Xin Fu.”
Unexpectedly, Sheng Xuanyuan discovered that she was acting strangely!
He replied: "Stop teasing me."
Qiong Yi secretly smacked his tongue: Huh? Why does Sheng Xuanyuan seem to have become smarter? Do you understand the words?
"Why am I teasing you?" Qiong Yi blinked his clear eyes, Yun Zi's pupils were like transparent glass beads, and his face was full of sincerity: "I am, complimenting you. You."
Her eyes are extremely beautiful, outlined by the arcs of her eyebrows, and her pupils are so bright that when she smiles, they look like a half-moon. "You..." Sheng Xuanyuan lowered his head and took a step away, his ears heating up uncontrollably: "...lied to me."
If Sheng Xuanyuan's skin had dark spots, it might be possible to cover up his red and hot ears, but his skin was white with a hint of coldness, like fine jade. Even if his ears were a little red, Qiong could still see clearly. Clearly.
Bad, he was shy.
Qiong also wanted to laugh, but held it back, pursed her lips and coughed dryly.
She remembered the last time, when she teased him on the top of the mountain, his ears burned as soon as she teased him.
Sheng Xuanyuan turned his face away and thought: She was beaten again...
Looking at the undisguised cunning in Qiong Yi's eyes, Sheng Xuanyuan gritted his teeth silently and took the words back, saying: "My writing is not good at all, your writing is good." He said this. His tone was not kind at all, but sounded like he was speaking out of anger.
Qiong Yi crossed his arms and said, "Aren't you looking at Master Sun?"
"He is an old scholar, and his mind is full of old dogmas. What I wrote randomly is just to suit his appetite." Sheng Xuanyuan clenched his sword tightly, and there was an indiscernible boredom hidden in his dark pupils. .
"Did you write randomly?" Qiong Yi opened her lips and said, "I saw you writing like the wind that day, so I thought you were touched by the issue of journal writing. It was a close-up!"
He muttered in his mouth: "I wrote quickly because those words are what my mother always said to me on weekdays, so I copied them all."
Sheng Xuanyuan's mother, the wife of the Sheng family, Qiong Yi has long heard of her name. She is cold and serious, has outstanding cultivation, treats her disciples extremely harshly, and guards the ghost mountain alone as a woman. She is indeed a female cultivator today. A leader that everyone admires.
Thinking that those words of profound righteousness were all told to him by Sheng Xuanyuan's mother, Qiong Yi immediately felt admiration in her heart. She replied: "I read your article in Master's class, and I also read it." After listening, every sentence has its own responsibility and every word reflects the ambition, it is indeed good."
She added: "What I wrote is not bad. Master Chu has already told me, and I understand it. There is no right or wrong in ambitions. Master Sun who insists on judging what is right and wrong is the one who is wrong." of."
When Sheng Xuanyuan saw what she said, he nodded silently. After a long time, he finally said: "...I still admire the wantonness in the end of your article. The writer is free and easy, and the listener is yearning for it."
Hearing this, Qiong Yi's eyes flashed slightly. She smiled and patted Sheng Xuanyuan on the shoulder, with a clear voice: "Sheng Hao, you understand me!"
After that, she added: "It's getting late, why have I been chatting with you for so long, huh? Haven't you always talked a lot? Why are you so talkative now? Forget it, forget it, there is an open space on the mountain, I have to Hurry up and practice! When the time comes, I will go down the mountain, and we will go to the school together!"
Qiong Yi waved and ran towards the mountain: "I'm going!"
The pale green figure in front of him gradually disappeared into the layers of trees.
Feeling the remaining strength on his shoulders, Sheng Xuanyuan fell into deep thought: Something wasn't right.
Something is not quite right, something is obviously very wrong!
He felt a strong sense of brotherhood in Qiong Yi's smooth movements just now!
These are obviously actions and words that brothers who are close brothers would do on a daily basis!
Sheng Xuanyuan was a little disappointed, but he didn't understand why he was disappointed, and he didn't understand that the terrible thought that brothers should be brothers would come to his mind.
What he didn't know was that Qiong Yi, who was running up the mountain in a hurry, stopped and covered his heart, feeling the rapid vibrations in his palm, and his brain shut down: How could I... be flustered?
"That's not quite right..." Qiong Yi muttered to himself, "That's not quite right..."
*
Qiong Yi, who handed over the ten poems she copied word for word to her master, spent today's class smoothly. On the way back to her dormitory, she received a letter.
She originally thought it was from Zhu Yunluo, but when she returned to her dormitory and opened it, she found out that it was a letter from Su Shitai.
Qiong Yi continued reading while sighing that the Su family's efficiency was quite high. The handwriting of the letter was barely neat. It first expressed gratitude for her letter, then said that it would investigate the case of a horse-drawn carriage accident that injured people and resulted in death. Finally, it said that it hoped that the sender could come to guard the station and provide evidence.
Qiong Yi put down the letter and thought: I knew I had to make a trip.
If I go there by car with my ID card, and then go all the way back with Qinggong, it shouldn't take more than a day. If I choose a good-tempered master and skip his class, I can go to guard the platform.
She secretly thought that if there was a witness... she couldn't take the child with her, because then I wouldn't be able to come back alone.
correct! Can Wei Xinxin's sister be used as a witness? I remember her name seems to be Wei Ying? Where did you go to make a living...
Qiong Yi patted his head: Yunliang Pavilion!
She remembered that Lu Li said that it was not a serious place, it seemed to be a flower building.
This time she was in trouble. Qiong also knew a little bit that the place was not convenient for her to enter. Secondly, her impression of Fengyue Land was made with money. It was all about business and precious.
If I were to dress up as a man, I would definitely be seen through at a glance. Besides, I might not even have the money to cross the threshold.
So that evening, Qiong Yi found his junior brothers and sisters and secretly asked: "How much does it cost to visit a brothel?"
Yang Xiaosi: "Pfft!——"
Lu Li: "Senior sister, you, you, you..."
Lu Li said "you" to you for a long time, but you didn't say anything. Instead, Yang Xiaosi covered her face and sighed: "No wonder senior sister is still ignorant at such an old age. It turns out she likes beautiful sisters..."
Qiong Yi's scalp was numb: "Hey! What what! What are you two idiots thinking!" After that, she patted her chest and said: "I am acting bravely and redressing justice for the people. Don't misunderstand anything. Got it!"
After she finished speaking, she quickly explained the ins and outs of the matter at the fastest speed in her life. She was afraid that if she spoke a moment too late, these two little beasts would act out some earth-shattering drama in their dim minds. .
After listening to what Qiong Yi said, Yang Xiaosi burst into tears and said, "How can there be such a miserable person? At such a young age... just... wu wu wu."
She added: "Senior sister! You are so kind-hearted!"
"That's right." Qiong Yi patted her chest: "Your senior sister has a bodhisattva heart! You are a very good person!"
"So, senior sister, are you going to Yunliang Pavilion to bring Miss Wei Ying to the guard station to serve as a witness?" Lu Li asked.
Qiong Yi replied: "I had this idea at first, but now that I think about it, I think it would be difficult to bring someone with me."
Qiong didn't know much about the rules in the secular world, but she knew that people who had sold their bodies could not be taken outside unless they redeemed themselves.
Lu Li thought about it over and over, but couldn't think of a way, so he asked again: "Sister, what are you going to do?"
"I think so." She closed her eyes: "Of course I have to create a written document and ask Miss Wei Ying to stamp her fingerprints as evidence. If the Su family guards the station to conduct a detailed investigation, they will definitely have to find Miss Wei. What I can do is to give her a handprint in the middle. They build a bridge.”
Lu Li nodded in agreement.
Qiong Yi returned to the original question: "So, how much money does it cost to go to Yunliang Pavilion?"
The three of them discussed for a long time, and finally decided to prepare at least ten taels of silver, so they worked together to collect ten taels of silver and handed it over to Qiong Yi.
Yang Xiaosi said reluctantly: "Senior sister, the money must be reimbursed by the Su family, right?"
Qiong Yi held the money bag and said firmly: "Repay, I will definitely get retribution."
She added: "I will write the documents now."
After that, he casually brushed his broken hair on his forehead and said, "Yunliang Pavilion, let's go tonight!"
