"Greetings, Master Li." Wen Li walked over and bowed.
Although curious, she didn’t ask what Li Zhibai was doing here. After all, she and Li Zhibai weren’t familiar, only having the respect of teacher and student. She vaguely knew that Li Zhibai was from her master’s generation, but the specifics... she wasn’t sure. Otherwise, Xu Chang’an wouldn’t be so confused about Li Zhibai either.
Li Zhibai ca out for a walk and so fresh air, preparing for a "ho visit" later.
She ca to Xu Chang’an’s place to look at so fruit, more out of simple curiosity.
Curiosity about what kind of fruit intrigued the Chaoyun Sect Leader.
She wondered if it could be used for alchemy?
"It’s been a long ti." Li Zhibai looked at Wen Li’s confused eyes and her furrowed Liu i, feeling quite emotional.
Could this once stunningly brisk girl also show such an expression?
Li Zhibai recalled the questions asked by Wen Li’s master when she sent over the rouge.
——
"Senior Sister, I’ve encountered so trouble here, regarding Ah Li..."
"Ah Li? What happened?"
"You should ask your good student."
"Chang’an? What could he do to Wen’er?"
——
Li Zhibai’s insightful eyes suddenly linked the events together.
She could be considered quite a detective.
"I sowhat understand why your master is looking for ..." Li Zhibai looked at Wen Li with a strange expression; she never saw Wen Li as a woman, naturally never thinking in that direction.
Seeing Wen Li wandering around Xu Chang’an’s residence again, it was hard not to grasp everything.
"Master Li? I don’t understand." Wen Li was puzzled.
"What are you doing here?" Li Zhibai asked.
"I wanted to see my junior brother, so I ca." Wen Li said softly.
Listening to Wen Li’s straightforward words, Li Zhibai was stunned; she hadn’t expected Wen Li to be so candid. Doesn’t this kind of feeling make you want to hide it?
"Ah Li, he’s with his wife right now, isn’t he?" Li Zhibai slowly said.
"Yes, I know." Wen Li said, "What’s the matter?"
"Nothing." Li Zhibai shook her head and left after saying goodbye to Wen Li.
She understood that she had misunderstood.
This is a girl who hasn’t figured out her feelings yet.
Xu Chang’an is a very good person; even Li Zhibai likes him, let alone others.
Li Zhibai likes people who are straightforward, and Xu Chang’an is such a person. He has a sense of propriety, knows how to act.
However, Li Zhibai thinks Wen Li’s straightforward nature is quite good, pure like a clean line.
Li Zhibai didn’t know that even Wen Li would get up to cover an unfinished painting when Xu Chang’an glanced towards her room.
"Youthful years..." Li Zhibai sighed a couple of words, her steps suddenly pausing. She looked back at Wen Li, still puzzled but gradually exuding feminine allure, then at her own worn Daoist robe.
As the red sun quietly accelerated its descent, it elongated the shadows of the two people.
"Could it be that I’ve grown old?" Li Zhibai couldn’t help but have this thought.
No, no, no.
Yun Qian does call her ’sister,’ so naturally, she wouldn’t be old.
Li Zhibai, who typically didn’t care about age, suddenly didn’t want to acknowledge this point.
"Should I find a Dao companion too?"
Even Wen Li, who used to lack any femininity, had changed like this. She had lived so long, yet had only the pill furnace for company.
However, with a stiff expression, Li Zhibai turned back and grabbed Wen Li’s hand.
"Co over and chat with ."
"Li... Master?" Wen Li was taken aback.
She had no topics to discuss with this stern teacher.
"Do you think Chang’an will be better off learning the sword?" Li Zhibai asked.
Hearing it was a serious matter, Wen Li breathed a sigh of relief and began to express her views.
The chat between Li Zhibai and Wen Li was fairly smooth, casually conversing without taking much ti.
As for the real reason she suddenly wanted to chat, only Li Zhibai knew... she just wanted to talk to soone, to distract herself.
After all, when Li Zhibai thought of finding a Daoist partner, what flashed through her mind wasn’t any man; it was Zhu Tongjun, and she felt utterly confused.
Even thinking about her student, Xu Chang’an, would be fine.
At least it would an her heart was still young.
Co to think of it, it might have been that "Jade Dew Wine" from Zhu Tongjun that stirred things up.
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Wen Li and Liu Qingluo are two extres.
To speak in a lesser way.
One is generous, the other is stingy.
So Liu Qingluo is very stingy.
Only Liu Qingluo sat by the window, blankly staring at a sinking red sun, her body emitting a layer of fla unseen by most—that was her fire attribute talent, an immortal grade, a certified "good talent."
Although Liu Qingluo couldn’t fully understand it, having fully integrated with her immortal grade talent, she instinctively felt that today’s sun was a bit odd. However, everyone knew today’s sun was odd, and she couldn’t articulate it.
Yet the descending "Great Sun" suddenly noticed sothing and silently blended a strand of essence into Liu Qingluo’s protective spiritual power.
Yun Qian hoped that Liu Qingluo would have good talent, but who could define what "good" ant in her mouth? Naturally, the stronger, the better.
Immortal grade is the best, but in the conventional sense, immortal grade, literally—immortal grade, matches an immortal’s level.
Is an immortal’s level considered good talent?
Not even close for the lowly immortals.
Thus, Liu Qingluo’s talent, in strict terms, shouldn’t be an immortal grade, but rather on the sa level as Xu Chang’an’s innate talent.
Perhaps it could be referred to as "Celestial Grade" or "Dao Grade."
Why would the Supre Principle of Heaven and Earth or Impermanence Dao seek to please Liu Qingluo?
But she was liked by Yun Qian.
Perhaps she could say a few good words for this world in the future.
What happens to others liked by Yun Qian aside from Xu Chang’an can now be sowhat seen in Liu Qingluo.
What a pity.
Liu Qingluo looked at the setting red sun, her face reflecting a vibrant red glow.
This wasn’t a girl who cared about her talent; the so-called gifts of the heavens or favor, none matched up to a single like.
...
It was lightly raining from the sky, and the courtyard was brightly lit. The light from the Fire Stone personally sent by Qinling illuminated the room, casting a warm glow in Yun Qian’s bedroom.
Xu Chang’an carefully placed the Fire Stone that accidentally knocked against Yun Qian’s lips in a Treasure Box.
Glancing at the kitchen.
But he wasn’t in a hurry to cook; preparing dinner was sothing to wait for until the teacher ca.
They were all their own people, so it wasn’t necessary to be as cautious as when hosting Senior Wen, allowing a bit of relaxation.
Obviously, at this ti, Xu Chang’an had already left their residence at Muyu Peak with Yun Qian. According to Xu Chang’an, they could live together in the future, and there was nothing much to see, so he forcibly held Yun Qian’s hand and returned to Celestial Bright Peak.
As for the sleeping Xu Xiaohua, Xu Chang’an originally intended to bring Xiaohua to the North Garden... but thinking of how Yun Qian might wildly imagine things with a cat, he reluctantly left the sleeping little one at his residence.
Of course, to compensate, he left a piece of his clothing to ensure it slept well, along with a few Spirit Fruits, so the little one wouldn’t wake up hungry and throw a tantrum.
Then he walked into the room and saw Yun Qian slightly tugging at her skirt, looking up with half-closed eyes, stretching as if lazily... Xu Chang’an couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile.
"Miss, it seems you’re exhausted today." He walked over.
"A little." Yun Qian nodded, then looked out the window, asking Xu Chang’an a surprising question.
"Is the sunset beautiful?"
"?" Xu Chang’an blinked, "Beautiful... I guess."
Eager to bring Yun Qian ho, he even carried her on his back for part of the way, so he hadn’t had the mood to notice whether the sunset was beautiful or not.
"Did you see it?" Yun Qian asked.
"I didn’t see it," Xu Chang’an replied honestly.
"But you ntioned you liked to gaze directly at the sun," Yun Qian said.
Besides the sunrise, only the sunset presented such an opportunity.
"Does it matter? If the sunset is beautiful, it would still..." Xu Chang’an shrugged, "More importantly, miss, would you like a massage?"
No sunset could compare to the beauty of her delicate hands resting on his chest as he carried Yun Qian.
"Yes," Yun Qian agreed without a second thought.
This was the comfort Xu Chang’an gave the girl, and also a slight act of affection.
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