It makes sense that beauty can mislead people.
Ever since Zhang Qing followed her three brothers and sisters to Tianshan Gate, she had not had a good night's sleep.
Every time I wake up in the middle of the night and turn my head, I can see a soft and fragrant Jin Su'er sleeping next to me.
Even though she is a woman, she can't bear to be like this every day.
She really didn't like people to be near her, but whenever there was a living thing next to her, she felt sleepless and her whole body became tense. Even if Jin So'er didn't do anything, she was disturbed so much that she couldn't sleep all night long.
But what's wrong with Jin Su'er? She just wanted to be close to Zhang Qing. She just wanted to heal Zhang Qing's injuries conveniently.
Although the spiritual spring cured most of the wounds, it only stopped the bleeding. There were still many dense wounds on Zhang Qing's body, not even scabs. When Jin Su'er saw it for the first time, she patted her chest and took a deep breath, almost being frightened.
Zhang Qing himself was frightened just looking at it.
Although there was no damage to the root, a lot of blood must have been shed, and she survived.
Jin Su'er took care of Zhang Qing carefully for a month, and she felt better.
Zhang Qing felt that the cute girl next to him was humping him, so he helplessly turned to his side and hugged Jin Su'er.
Ruan Ruibai, the second senior brother of the Tianshan Sect, as a sword cultivator and the only martial artist among the three senior brothers and sisters, he was actually not happy about the contact between Jin Suer and Zhang Qing. Because Jin Suer was stuck with Zhang Qing for the whole month, she even fell behind in her cultivation.
"Su'er, beauty is misleading! You haven't gone to practice for two days." In the morning, Ruan Ruibai pulled Jin Su'er outside the door and admonished her with a serious face.
Yi Qusheng took the opportunity to climb in through the window and said with a smile, "I'm here to see you, you're beautiful."
Zhang Qing:......
Yi Qusheng is a weapon cultivator, that is, a monk who refines weapons, and is the senior brother of Tianshan Sect.
It's ridiculous. Among the three largest disciples of Nuo University's Tianshan Sect, only Ruan Ruibai can fight.
Jin Su'er made alchemy and Yi Qusheng made weapons. Both of them cost money and ordinary small sects couldn't afford to support them. The Tianshan sect was not big, but they had two of them at once, both of whom were direct disciples of the sect leader.
No wonder Tianshanmen has no money.
Zhang Qing listened to the noise of the senior brothers and sisters outside the door, and watched Yi Qusheng walk over without hesitation and sit by the bed with a smile.
Her head hurt so much, she was trapped.
The skirt Zhang Qing was wearing was in tatters and could not be washed clean, so she threw it away. Now wearing a loose vest and thin trousers.
Yi Qusheng pinched Zhang Qing's arm to look at it, and rubbed the scar on his wrist with his fingertips, "Well... you are recovering well. Although there are some scars, they should be gone after you cleanse the marrow." Already." He touched his arm as he spoke.
Zhang Qing withdrew his arm with a dark face. "What are you doing? Just get out of here if you have nothing to do. Don't be an eyesore."
Yi Qusheng curled his lips aggrievedly: "Why are you guarding me like a wolf?"
Zhang Qing gave him a look and asked him to guess.
The eldest brother of Tianshan Sect is a scumbag. If he bit himself that day just to show Ruan Ruibai and Jin Su'er, then these days when he secretly touches his arms and legs behind Jin Su'er's back, he's not just being a hooligan!
Yi Qusheng was still aggrieved: "I know there are differences between men and women. Isn't this just curiosity? You know, this is the problem among weapon-refining monks. They want to touch any novel material they see."
Zhang Qing was furious: "I am not your weapon refining material, and I will not enter your weapon refining furnace." It's terrible, he actually wants to refine a living person like himself!
Looking at her expression, Yi Qusheng knew that she had misunderstood, and quickly waved his hand to explain: "No, no, no, I don't want to train you, I just think you are interesting, and your physique is very special." He paused, and then He said seriously: "You soaked in the spiritual spring for a short time, and the spiritual spring completely failed. Almost all the spiritual energy entered your body. It would take an ordinary monk ten and a half days to absorb such a huge spiritual energy. Yue went to absorb it, but you didn't even enter the door of cultivation, but you easily sucked up a spiritual spring."
Zhang Qing looked at him with a downcast face and said unconcernedly: "Isn't it that all the essence of the spiritual spring was used to heal you and me? The medicine you took at that time was also very special, right?"
Yi Qusheng shrugged and looked at her with a slightly raised eyebrow: "No matter how special your physique is, do you know how many dying people like you can be saved by that spring? At least five."
Zhang Qing remained expressionless and thought he was talking nonsense.
She didn't actually feel that she was about to die at that time. She even thought that she was recovering bit by bit without Lingquan. Otherwise, how could she have kicked Yi Qusheng, a muscular boy, five meters away?
It's just that the injuries looked scary, they were just superficial injuries.
She preferred to believe that it was Yi Qusheng who had sucked the spiritual spring clean. He was a genius, and he was just one step away from building the foundation at such a young age. He was not an ordinary monk.
Zhang Qing rubbed the bruises under his eyes, waved his hand to let Yi Qusheng go, and then lay back on the bed. "You can go out if you've acted like a gangster enough. I also want to catch up on some sleep."
Jin Su'er was dragged to practice by Ruan Ruibai, and now only Yi Qusheng and Zhang Qing were dozing off.
Yi Qusheng narrowed his eyes, took out the clothes from the storage ring that Zhang Qing almost used to wipe his face that day, and covered Zhang Qing.
At first glance, it looked like an ordinary white coat, but it was actually Yi Qusheng's most proud magical weapon. It's not afraid of swords, guns, water or fire, it's immune to some spell attacks, it has automatic temperature adjustment, it can be worn in all seasons, and it can even clean itself.
Zhang Qing really admires it. This robe has so many functions. I wonder how much he can make if it is sold in bulk. It's a pity that Yi Qusheng used a lot of expensive materials to make this magic weapon. He couldn't bear to wear it himself. Mass production is impossible.
Zhang Qing looked at the coat and then at the smiling Yi Qusheng, not sure why. "What is this for?"
Yi Qusheng reached out and pressed Zhang Qing's stomach through the magical instrument and the quilt, with a gentle voice: "I see you are not sleeping well and eating little. Try using my magical instrument."
Zhang Qing felt the other party's palm pressing on his stomach, sending a warm feeling. "Is it possible that I can still be coaxed to sleep and digest food?"
After saying this, Zhang Qing felt that it was impossible. After all, the monks had all gone without food, and only mortals like her still needed to eat.
Yi Qusheng was amused, "Of course not, I just want you to relax."
After a while, Zhang Qing felt warm. He couldn't tell whether it was because he was warm or because his coat was warm. Anyway, it was quite comfortable. Although it was summer, he didn't feel hot. Zhang Qing blinked and thought that this was probably the feeling of spiritual energy flowing in the body. Although no one had told her about it and she had never started, she felt that this was how spiritual energy circulated.
Yi Qusheng smiled proudly: "How is it? Not bad, right? My coat has a lot of uses. This is my favorite one. I can practice while sleeping. Although this method is a bit lazy, my cultivation is long. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing. Su’er and Ruibai want me but they still don’t give it to me, so you..."
Yi Qusheng was talking ramblingly, and found that the person on the bed was silent. When he lowered his head, he saw that Zhang Qing had fallen asleep without knowing when.
Yi Qusheng stared at it for a while, then chuckled, leaving some more spiritual power for the magic weapon to operate, then retracted his hand and left quietly.
He didn't see Zhang Qing's hands exposed outside the quilt, tightly grasping the sleeve of the magic weapon, his eyelashes were wet, and a tear rolled down his cheek.
