"Hey, Baili Sword Master -" the voice was long and soft, as if it could pinch the heart of candy, but the unkind anger of the visitor was already sprayed on the petite face, "Why is this wine so bad?"
Why didn’t I drink you to death?”
The idle man crossed his long legs, and the wine gourd hung in his hand to block his sight. After a while, he lazily raised his eyes and stared at Jing Che with squinted eyes. He looked at the little disciple hazily, and he seemed to be extremely charming, with eyes like
In the clear lake, her skin is like cream, her eyebrows are like distant daisy, and her loose robe inadvertently outlines her beautiful and growing body.
There was a bit of unfathomable danger in his drunken eyes, as if he was chewing on her provocative words of "Hundred-mile Sword Master", but he seemed to be only carelessly.
The two people were facing each other like this, one full of anger and the other absent-minded.
Just when Jing Che's anger level had reached the critical point and was about to explode, Baili Fengjian suddenly gave a careless smile and lowered his eyes to look at the wine gourd.
"Ah Che," he waved the wine gourd in a nondescript manner and raised his eyebrows, "Do you want a drink too?"
The anger he had been holding back was about to explode, but when he heard these words, his expression suddenly turned cold.
The cold squeak was genuine, sophisticated and airtight. She stepped forward and snatched his wine gourd, but found that there was no need to exert any force at all, as he seemed to be already drunk and limp.
"Don't Baili Sword Master really want to drink it?" He narrowed his narrow peach blossom eyes and took a sniff. A slightly smug sneer appeared on his face. With a child's unique rogue tone, he deliberately bit Baili hard.
These four words, Juggernaut, "Then drink as much as you can."
The mouth of the gourd is facing down, and the wine inside is rushing out, pouring down from the top of the head in the wind of hundreds of miles.
She had to tiptoe slightly to lift the gourd over his head. Her face was full of righteousness that eliminated evil and promoted good, and was even filled with a hint of confidence and arrogance.
The overflowing aroma of wine rushed over his head and face, passing through his hair vigorously, sliding over his eyebrows, outlining the outline of his tall nose and thin long lips, passing by his green beard and dripping from his sharpened chin.
Fall off, seep into clothes, or get into the neck.
He didn't move at all, even the corner of his mouth still had that slanted smile, but he narrowed his eyes slightly because the liquid rushed down too fiercely. There was still no trace of clarity in his pupils, only the darkness of turbid drunkenness.
The last drop of wine was still clinging to the mouth of the gourd before it could fall. Jingche threw the entire gourd violently. The wine gourd hit the stone wall, bounced back, rolled twice and hit the table leg before settling down peacefully.
Lying on the ground.
She raised her little face provocatively and waited for him to get angry, but what she waited for was only a lazy silence.
This was the first time in the world that someone poured the wine from the Sword Master's gourd over his head and threw the wine gourd to the ground. I'm afraid no one would have even thought about it before.
But it was his little disciple who was bold and reckless, always acting wantonly and not giving in to anyone. He just assumed whatever he saw, and he was so aggressive in love and hate that he didn't even know the importance or restraint...
The entire groggy tomb was filled with the smell of alcohol, strong and pure. There were still wine drops hanging from the tips of Baili Fengjian's hair, which formed a thread and dripped onto his robe - a bit messy and embarrassed.
After a while, Baili Fengjian suddenly raised his hand and clasped her wrist tightly, but this force made it impossible for her to pull out no matter how hard she tried. He gently tugged her and pulled her close to him.
The smell of alcohol in his unhurried words melted into the air, and the frozen smile at the corner of his mouth was mixed with a calm sullenness: "A Che is really prosperous now——"
"Isn't that right? Because I haven't been taught a bad lesson by you now, I can still have some potential. I will worry about it in the future. If I learn to be as hard-hearted as you, and will not save you, but only know how to drink by myself, I will do it."
I don’t have the face to see my mother.” She didn’t show any signs of weakness, but her hands were still fighting with him viciously, trying to escape from his confinement.
"Then Ah Che, why don't you hurry up and see your mother while you still have some potential?" He applied another unhurried force in his hand, his face was still absent-minded, and he raised his eyes lazily, "Huh?"
Hearing the dangerous connotation in his words, Jing Che felt a sudden pain in his wrist. He could no longer pretend to smile but was almost furious: "Baili Fengjian! You are crazy!"
Squinting his eyes, a drunken smile rippled at the corner of his mouth in the Bailifeng, haha... little guy, your morals are too far off.
Then he suddenly let go of his hand without warning. Jing Che was trying hard to withdraw his hand, but his efforts failed and he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
But someone supported Jing Che from behind, with a rare surprise in his tone, "Sword... Sword Master?"
Jing Che looked sideways with great annoyance and saw Qiying.
He got up from the hospital bed, his face still pale. He saw Jing Che running out in an inexplicable rage, and heard the arguing again. He was worried so he boldly came in to take a look, but when he saw Jing Che, he was so enraged that he almost jumped up and strangled his master to death.
Jing Che, and... the Baili Sword Master who was covered in blood. This scene was really shocking.
"What's the matter?" Baili Fengjian wiped the wine stains from his face calmly and elegantly, and asked unhurriedly.
Although Qiying was filled with bloody impulses, he also knew that no one else could interfere in the dispute between the two, so he decided not to wade into the muddy waters and had to change the topic unnaturally: "Ahem, Sword Master, it's already sunrise outside.
The night barrier has also been withdrawn. At this moment, Lincang's army guards are the weakest everywhere, so it will be easier to get out."
"Yeah" he said, and his casual eyes fell on Jing Che, "Are you leaving?"
"Don't leave." As if he had found support, he hugged Qiying's arm, and then uttered two words through gritted teeth. Qiying stiffened for a moment, and wanted to withdraw his arm, but felt that it was too obvious and uncomfortable.
It was okay, so I had no choice but to stiffen my arms and let Jing Che hold her.
Baili Fengjian stood up, cast some spells to get rid of the sticky and wet wine on his body, and regained his romantic appearance.
He squinted his eyes and looked up and down Jingche calmly. His dark eyes had an unclear meaning, and he said word by word: "Promising."
Then he walked out of the tomb without any hesitation. His gourd seemed to have eyes and a spirit. It flew up from the ground and followed him. However, his flesh-and-blood little apprentice was too stubborn to follow him.
.
"Hey, Sword Master!" Qiying felt a big headache and wanted to chase him out, but the girl beside him grabbed her arm tightly and refused to let go.
A hint of hurt clearly flashed in his eyes, and he immediately raised his face proudly to hide his emotions, and said boldly: "Leave him alone, I will stay with you."
"Little Ancestor, please stop making trouble," Qiying frowned helplessly, and finally got his arm back, almost kneeling to her, "You should hurry back to Jiahuang Mountain with the Sword Master."
"I don't!"
"This is the imperial mausoleum, not a restaurant or inn. Not to mention the difficult conditions, even if you stay here you won't be able to do anything except distract us from taking care of you."
It was too direct. Jing Che puffed up his face with a somewhat damaged self-esteem and pushed Qiying away: "If it weren't for me, would you have survived in the secret passage?"
This is true, but it does not mean that she can fight like a warrior. Although Qiying does not know what kind of power this girl contains, but based on the current appearance, she is really a big
trouble……
"Then in order to repay you, I will send you back to your master right now... okay?"
"You—" Jing Che choked on his words, slightly annoyed, and his mouth moved tangledly, but he couldn't hold back another word.
When things developed like this, Jing Che felt that she was in an embarrassing situation where she couldn't move forward or retreat. She never thought that Baili Fengjian would really leave her and walk away in style. She would be so presumptuous just because she knew he was not good.
I would leave her behind, but this time, it didn't go as she wished.
She believed that she was not unreasonable, but she had a good intention to awaken his conscience, so she provoked him. She was right, why should she give in to him? Although pouring wine on his head was a bit excessive.
, but this is what he asked for. But the consequence of this is that he is so free and easy to leave at a moment's notice, and doesn't want her if he says he doesn't want her.
She desperately needed a step down, where she could let him continue to take her with him without apologizing... It would be good to use Qiying as a shield.
But... I always felt that I couldn't help but feel ashamed. Jing Che actually stomped his feet coyly, blushed slightly, looked around mysteriously, and then said confidently: "Then when you send me back, you have to tell me
That drunkard is the one who sent me back because you insisted on it, not because I wanted to come back."
"Okay." As long as the little ancestor can be sent away, even if it is said in front of the sword master that he knelt down and begged her to go back.
Then he felt slightly relieved: "Then let's go."
Qiying carried Jingche on his back, and with his magical skills, he caught up with Baili Fengjian in a matter of seconds.
But when he was just a few steps away from Baili Fengjian, Jingche suddenly grabbed his robe tightly, leaned into his ear and said urgently: "Don't go there yet!"
Her warm breath blew against her ears, Qiying turned red unconsciously, and stuttered back: "What...what's wrong?"
Jing Che then thought about it and realized that this still wouldn't work. Even if Qiying said that he had to send her back, it would also be acknowledging that she approved of it, so the master would definitely think that she was about to give in.
This is still too embarrassing.
"Put me down."
Qiying was slightly confused, but he put her down obediently.
"You go first." Although she is not short, she is still a little short of Qiying. However, when she raises her charming peach blossom eyes, she is full of aura, just like a princess, giving orders.
"No need to explain to the Sword Master?" Qiying was slightly sluggish.
"No need, I told him myself," I already had other plans in my mind, "Is it safe around here? There are no monsters or mountain spirits, right?"
"The Yin Qi of the Imperial Tomb is strong, nourishing monsters. It's fine in the clear sky and daylight, but it's not safe at night. So the Wangchuan Underground Palace has to set up a night barrier. By the way, there is a burglar cave to the west of this forest, and now it is full of monsters and evil creatures.
The gathering place, you and the sword master had better not go that way."
"I understand." A bright smile suddenly appeared, extremely sincere.
The mottled tree shadows fell on her pure white face, and the spots of light flickered in her curved eyes. This smile was as dazzling as the light in the city, falling straight into the bottom of her heart.
Qiying was stunned for a moment, hurriedly raised his hands, and used his magic skills to escape.
When Jing Che saw Qiying leaving, his smile slowly dropped, and he followed the man in black robes in front of him with contradictory eyes.