When Shi Qinghua returned to her courtyard, heavy snow began to fall again. When she closed the courtyard door, she looked up to the sky and saw three swords floating towards the main hall of Qingjing Peak.
It seems that the juniors and juniors who studied at Tsinghua University and Yan Wuxue who rushed there later came back from Wuwanghai.
Shi Qinghua's eyes were full of coldness. She mercilessly withdrew her gaze to the sky and returned to the courtyard where she was alone.
Unexpectedly, Shi Qinghua was unwilling to meet her former junior brothers and sisters, but those people came to her door instead.
The visitor is Bai Ziqin, the second junior fellow student at Tsinghua University. Bai Ziqin is wearing a black brocade robe, black iron armor on his left hand, and deerskin boots on his feet.
He was tall and thin, with a sharp appearance, long black eyebrows that slanted into his temples, and eyes that were more white than black. He was not easy to mess with at first glance.
He didn't knock on the door, but opened the door with a bang and came in. His movements were as casual as entering his own room, without any respect at all.
"Don't you know that Master and we have returned from Wuwang Sea?" Bai Ziqin asked.
"I know." Shi Qinghua replied as he took a sip of hot tea while holding the cup in his hands, neither salty nor bland.
"You know you won't go to the main hall!" Bai Ziqin got angry. He looked at Shi Qinghua with a hint of condemnation in his eyes, "Junior sister misses you very much. She kept reading your name in the main hall."
"If she wants to see me, should I go?" Shi Qinghua was immediately amused by Bai Ziqin's words. Unexpectedly, Bai Ziqin was still the same as in his previous life, always defending his junior sister, and would choke her whenever he saw her as a senior sister.
"If she really wanted to see me, she should have come to Qingjing Peak to find me. Why would you, a senior brother like you, run errands?" Shi Qinghua said sarcastically.
"Junior sister, she is just..."
Seeing that Bai Ziqin was preparing to defend his junior sister again, Shi Qinghua interrupted directly: "If you come to me just for these things, please leave slowly without seeing me off."
"Shi Qinghua, what's your attitude?" Shi Qinghua's always cold and careless expression annoyed Bai Ziqin. He slammed his palm on the table, and the table immediately fell into pieces. The teacup on the table was directly shattered, and the warm
Tea poured on Shi Qinghua's skirt.
The corners of his eyebrows twitched slightly, Shi Qinghua's eyes darkened, and the coldness on his body could freeze someone to death.
Bai Ziqin really thinks that she is a soft persimmon who can be pinched at will.
Shi Qinghua, who didn't want to reveal his strength, tapped his toes slightly, walked up to Bai Ziqin, grabbed him by the collar, flew outside the house, and threw him into the snow with a bang.
Shi Qinghua smoothly pulled off the thick hemp rope tied to the pillar next to him, and the tip of the rope hung to the ground. He looked at Bai Ziqin coldly: "Bai Ziqin, do you still remember who asked you to worship at Qingjing Peak?"
"Of course it's Master." Bai Ziqin got up from the ground, raised his black iron armor and grabbed Shi Qinghua without giving up, but Shi Qinghua easily dodged with a slight dodger, as if he had completely lost his cultivation.
"Have you lost all your cultivation?" This question was sharp and sharp, with the madness of being shattered by someone's illusions.
"Why, you seem disappointed to see that I haven't lost all my cultivation?" Shi Qinghua approached Bai Ziqin and looked at him with a smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes.
Bai Ziqin was of course disappointed. When he heard the news of Shi Qinghua's complete loss of cultivation in Wuwuhai, his first reaction was not to care about her, but to be happy and relieved.
He did promise to protect Shi Qinghua for the rest of his life, but Shi Qinghua was too strong and she didn't need it at all.
Things are different now. Shi Qinghua had an accident and lost all his cultivation. If she begged him, he would not mind giving some energy to protect her in the Canglan Sect.
But the teacher at Tsinghua University did not lose all her cultivation. The news that she lost all her cultivation is false.
Bai Ziqin felt that he had been deceived, and blood surged into his heart. He couldn't care about anything, and raised the black iron claw in his hand to grab Shi Qinghua.
The moment he took action, Bai Ziqin was a little hesitant, but then he was excited.
Maybe he had long wanted to fight Shi Qinghua, wanted to see her lose, wanted to see her kneel down and beg for help.
But Bai Ziqin's expectations were destined to be disappointed. Shi Qinghua's figure was like a ghost, and he threw it to his hand with a thick rope and took the claw. This chapter has been completed!