Jiang Qinglian was holding the book "Water Margin" in the dormitory at this time, studying... Her sword spirit Ming Qiu had cast a stealth spell and was floating beside her.

"That little junior has written so many stories about the ghosts and ghosts of the fairy family, master, why do you just stare at this kind of book that is mostly about trivial matters of mortals."

Ming Qiu looked at the book "Liao Zhai" with some puzzlement, as well as "Miscellaneous Records of the Forest" and other books that recorded many classic folk stories and legends.

These books are not interesting after Jiang Qinglian glanced at them cursoryly.

Especially in "Journey to the West", which seemed particularly interesting to Ming Qiu, Jiang Qinglian also put it down after looking at it twice... She showed an extremely strong interest in "Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin".

"Jiu'er, did we experience less of those strange stories when we were still traveling in Jiuzhou to slay demons?"

Jiang Qinglian said and turned the page of "Water Margin" in his hand, only to find that this was the last page of the book, but it happened to be stuck at the most exciting point of the story.

This made Jiang Qing take a look at the books piled up on the table, and found that this was the last volume of "Water Margin".

At this moment, the sect master could be regarded as experiencing the kind of eagerness to know the following content, but found that the author had not started writing at all, and he had to wait for ten days and half a month to write the general painful feeling of not being able to go up or down.

"But master, you're interested in these mortal stories, it's quite strange."

In Ming Qiu's impression, Jiang Qinglian had stopped asking about worldly things since many years ago, and was only dedicated to cultivation.

"Maybe it's because I've been in retreat for too long that I'm interested in these stories of love, hatred, loyalty, and courage between mortals."

Jiang Qinglian put down the book in his hand and said to his own sword spirit.

"The dust slashing sword I cultivated is the seven emotions and six desires of the past, and if I experience it again, the emotions will still emerge, and once it is too much, it will make the dust slashing sword intent of this seat dull, but this level alone is far from affecting the sword intent of this seat."

"So over the years, I have been in retreat with little contact with outsiders, and I haven't had many emotional waves, but now that little junior really makes me feel annoyed."

"Annoyed? But master, didn't you think that little junior was well-behaved and obedient some time ago? He said that he wanted to make a promise. ”

Ming Qiu didn't quite understand why her master's attitude towards Ning Qing had changed so quickly, and it had only been less than three or four days since she decided to teach Ning Qing to practice swords that night.

In the past three or four days, Ming Qiu didn't remember what Ning Qing had done to offend Jiang Qinglian.

Even Mingqiu's 'underwear' that was forced into Ning Qing... Ning Qing just washed it honestly and dried it, and he didn't use it for anything dirty at all.

"Because..."

When Jiang Qinglian said this, she suddenly realized that she was a little angry, but in front of the sword spirit, she still told the real reason why she was angry.

"Because in the past four days, he said that he wanted to practice the Zhenying Sword I taught him, but in fact, he was bent on that swimming square inch sword technique, and every time I saw him in the middle of the night, he was practicing this sword technique in private!"

"Just... Because of this? ”

Mingqiu's whole bird was stunned, for her master's reason for being angry, Mingqiu's face was now full of 'That's it?' ’

"Questions?"

Jiang Qinglian frowned lightly and asked.

"Zhenying Sword is the true swordsmanship of this seat, although it is an introductory sword technique, it can be practiced to the extreme and can wave his hand to split the mountains, it is one of the sword techniques that the world's sword cultivators dream of, and this seat teaches him this sword technique so carefully! He turned out... He even dared to secretly practice outsiders' tricks in private? Do you still regard that fancy swordsmanship as more important than the true biography of this seat? ”

found that his apprentice secretly practiced the swordsmanship of the opponent, and looked down on the swordsmanship of his own master, if it were replaced by any master in the world, he would be furious.

But here's the point...

"Master, you're here to fall in love with him, not to be his master!"

Ming Qiu reminded Jiang Qinglian extremely helplessly.

"What swordsmanship does he like to learn, does it have anything to do with making him like you?"

"It doesn't matter, but I just can't bear it." Jiang Qinglian said proudly.

Why didn't you cut off your jealousy ability when you cut off your seven emotions and six desires?

I'm annoyed by this little thing... Is this the mentality that a great cultivator should have?

Mingqiu felt a headache, she rubbed her little head with both hands, and adjusted her mood... Ming Qiu warned his master in an extremely solemn tone.

"Master, in this Heavenly Dao trial, you don't just need that little junior to like you and confess to you, you also have to like that little junior and then accept his confession, so that the relationship can be established."

Ming Qiu said this, noticing the change in Jiang Qinglian's expression, and hurriedly continued to add.

"Of course, master, you just need to like that little junior a little bit, just a little bit!"

Jiang Qinglian looked at Ming Qiu's hurried appearance, and she also sighed lightly with a little helplessness.

"I'm afraid this is really difficult, I can follow your arrangement to deceive that little junior and make him admire me, but I really can't deceive my own heart."

"Master, is it so difficult for you to like that little junior? Not at all? Mingqiu asked.

"It's hard, it's hard, because I can't see the slightest attraction in that junior... What I like is the relationship between men and women. ”

Jiang Qinglian shook her head slightly when she said this.

"I've observed these days, and the foundation of his spiritual vein is the psychic root, and this spiritual vein qualification has exhausted the opportunity of a lifetime of life, and it is only the Jindan realm in the end."

"The talent of kendo is also mediocre, and it is a little clumsy, and even if you practice swords, you will not achieve anything in your life."

"And the bloodline... Although the blood of the king who bears the Great Departure Dynasty is so faint that it does not exist, it can basically be said that there is none..."

"Such a mortal person should never have the slightest intersection with this seat in his life, but now because of the trial of the Heavenly Dao, he wants to make this seat forcibly like him...... This really makes me feel a great mustard in my heart. ”

Jiang Qinglian didn't hide anything about her sword spirit, and directly said her thoughts after coming into contact with Ning Qing these days.

"Although this little junior is extremely obedient most of the time, this seat looks at him more like he is watching... The feeling of a cat and a dog, it may be a bit too much to say this, maybe it is more appropriate to use underage children, although cute, teasing each other can make this seat feel a long-lost pleasure, but you will be on a cat and a dog or... Is an underage child really emotional? ”

Do you have real feelings for cats and dogs?

This question sounded extremely heart-wrenching to Ming Qiu.

In Jiang Qinglian's eyes, what she has to Ning Qing the most now is the love and care of her elders for her juniors.

It is difficult for her to regard Ning Qing as an 'equal peer', and it is really difficult for her to have true feelings for Ning Qing with this layer of mustard.

"That master Jiu'er heard that there are many examples of filial piety deterioration in the land of Shenzhou, so you can't pull down your face a little... Is a mother's love spoiled? Ming Qiu pondered for a while and said.

This sentence made Jiang Qinglian stunned for a moment, after she figured out the meaning of Mingqiu's words, her cheeks, which had not been red for a hundred years, finally appeared a little crimson at this moment.

"Begging for a beating!"

Jiang Qinglian didn't talk nonsense, and directly picked up the long sword placed next to the table, and prepared to use the scabbard to pump the little ass of this unobstructed sword spirit.

"What the master said is true! What do you really like that little junior, isn't it a mother's love that has deteriorated? Woo! Wait a minute... Someone from the host is coming! ”

As Mingqiu was chirping and begging for mercy, she suddenly sensed that someone was approaching the dormitory.

Jiang Qinglian also stopped pumping Ming Qiu's little buttocks, and Ming Qiu took this opportunity to 'swish' and escaped into the dust slashing sword.

Not long after Ming Qiu escaped into the Dust Slashing Sword, she was attracted by a burst of fragrance and poked her little head out of the scabbard.

At this moment, Ning Qing walked in with a whole plate of crispy and tender fried chicken, lemon juice and sparkling water.