Chapter 2366: The Cold Swordsman and His Innate Sword Spirit 09

Master Lingxu had no choice but to suppress all the words in his mind, and said to all the disciples with a solemn expression: "The sect master has summoned you, and I must go there immediately. You guys..."

He glanced at the six people and said, "Don't leave the main peak for now. When I come back, I will ask you about your recent practice."

"Disciple obeys your command." Everyone bowed and accepted the order.

Lingxu Zhenren's figure flashed and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the distance.

As soon as Master left, the atmosphere became somewhat subtle again.

Shi Yan and Xing Yan looked at each other and wanted to go up and talk to their second senior brother whom they hadn't seen for a long time.

Xing Yan hesitated and said, "Second Brother, you..."

"Xie Qingmo, let's go." Jinchen said, "What's the point of talking to these pieces of wood? Let's go play. I'm dying of suffocation."

With Liu Qingcheng around, Xie Qingmo really didn't want to stay here any longer.

"I'll take my leave now." Xie Qingmo nodded slightly to his fellow disciples, "I'll come over when Master asks questions in the evening."

After saying this, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he turned around and left. The figure in white quickly sank into the bamboo forest path and disappeared.

Xing Yan's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. He looked at the resolutely receding figure with an undisguised look of loss and confusion on his face.

He murmured to himself in a low voice, "I really feel that Second Senior Brother... is getting further and further away from us..."

Lan Yi pursed her lips lightly, Yun Che frowned, Shi Yan scratched his head, his eyes confused.

Liu Qingcheng, on the other hand, stared at the direction where Xie Qingmo disappeared, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

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At the cliff behind Wulai Peak, the mountain wind was howling, making the clothes flutter.

Xie Qingmo sat cross-legged on a protruding rock, looking at the rolling sea of clouds and the dark green peaks in the distance.

The light and shadow beside him moved slightly, and Jinchen had sat down next to him, with his two long legs hanging over the abyss, swaying.

"Xie Qingmo," Jinchen turned his head, the mountain breeze blew his high ponytail into the air, but his voice was clear through the wind, "Are you angry?"

He was referring not only to the farce in front of the main hall just now, Liu Qingcheng's slander, the estrangement between fellow disciples, but also the uncomfortable favoritism of his master.

There are many things in the past.

Xie Qingmo shook his head slightly, his eyes still fixed on the depths of the vast sea of clouds, his voice calm and still, "Not really."

Jin Chen suddenly reached out his hand and gently poked Xie Qingmo's cheek with his fingertips. The force was very light, "But Xie Qingmo, I can feel that you are unhappy."

Xie Qingmo's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he could not hide it from the sword spirit who was in tune with his mind.

He sighed softly, as if he had unloaded an invisible burden, and nodded very slightly.

"... a little bit." He paused and added, "but... it's much better than before."

What was not said was that the loneliness that almost drowned people had quietly dissipated since Jinchen appeared.

Jin Chen seemed to be able to hear his unspoken thoughts. He suddenly moved closer, his overly handsome face almost touching Xie Qingmo's nose. With a sly smile, he said, "Xie Qingmo, you are thinking about me."

Xie Qingmo's breathing stagnated and his ears became hot uncontrollably.

He stretched out his hand and weakly pushed away Jinchen's head that was almost leaning against his arms, his voice sounding a little cold and pretending to be calm.

"I'm going to meditate and regulate my breathing. You go and have fun by yourself." After saying that, he closed his eyes and tried to enter a state of meditation.

Jinchen curled his lips but didn't force himself to get closer.

He sat quietly beside him and looked at Xie Qingmo's calm profile for a while.

The mountain breeze blew, and a strand of inky hair slid down from Xie Qingmo's temples and brushed across his white neck.

Jinchen quietly reached out his hand, picked up the strand of hair very gently with his fingertips, and played with it around between his fingers.

Xie Qingmo didn't react at all, his breathing was steady and long, as if he had really entered a state of meditation.

Jinchen is a bit bored.

His eyes rolled, and he casually pulled out a thin and flexible grass stem from the crevice of the cliff. Holding his breath, he carefully and gently swept the tip of the grass stem across the corners of Xie Qingmo's slightly pursed lips, and then slowly slid it towards his graceful jaw.

A slight itch came. Xie Qingmo frowned, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he still closed his eyes.

Jinchen raised his eyebrows, and moved the grass stem to the tip of Xie Qingmo's nose, scratching it gently.

"Stop it." Xie Qingmo finally couldn't help it, closed his eyes and whispered, feeling helpless about having his peace disturbed.

Jinchen immediately retracted his hand and threw the grass stem away, but there was no regret on his face. Instead, he looked at him with a smile.

Xie Qingmo opened his eyes helplessly and sighed softly, which was considered as tacit consent.

So Jinchen became more and more aggressive.

He moved his body, tilted his shoulders, and leaned his head on Xie Qingmo's shoulder very naturally. He even adjusted his posture, found a comfortable angle, closed his eyes, and looked like he was ready to take a nap.

"Well, this place is nice. I'll take a break for a while."

Xie Qingmo's body stiffened instantly.

too close.

The top of Jinchen's hair almost rubbed his chin. The breath belonged to the sword spirit, which was clear and had a unique scent like agarwood. It lingered around the tip of his nose, carrying body temperature and had an extremely strong impact.

Xie Qingmo lowered his eyes and looked at Jinchen's profile leaning peacefully on his shoulder. The boy's thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyelids and his breathing was shallow.

That bit of stiffness actually dissipated little by little in this defenseless closeness.

He didn't push him away.

The mountain wind howled at the edge of the cliff, blowing the hair and clothes of the two people.

Xie Qingmo closed his eyes again and stopped forcing himself to meditate, feeling the warm support on his shoulder.

The wind on the cliff is so strong, Xie Qingmo thought.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +8, totaling 11! 】

Night is approaching.

In the main hall of Wulai Peak, six disciples were sitting in the courtyard. Xie Qingmo was still far away from Liu Qingcheng, as if he was in a world of his own, and he seemed to be only interested in the Chen Sword in his hand. However, when Xing Yan and Shi Yan came to talk to him, he would nod in response.

It's obvious that he doesn't get along with Liu Qingcheng.

If it were in the past, the fellow disciples would have tried to persuade him again, but today they would not force him.

Liu Qingcheng felt a little frightened.

He inexplicably felt that his influence on the people of Wulai Peak was not as great as before.