57: Chapter 57 Master, you must have some self-respect!

Taiqing Sword Sect, Cliff of Reflection.

Li Qingxuan held his tea, his face gloomy as he looked at the Disciple kneeling outside the magical formation, and said coldly: "Are you saying that Leng Qingshuang has taken that trash Disciple of hers and gone down the mountain for training?"

In just a single day, his right arm, which had been severed by Leng Qingshuang, had already recovered as if it were new!

Wei Shan knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Revered Master, this matter was solely facilitated by Sect Head Su; there is absolutely no falsehood in it!"

Li Qingxuan's eyes flashed with a glimmer as he asked: "Do you know where they went?"

Wei Shan immediately replied: "Qingzhou!"

"Qingzhou..."

Li Qingxuan raised his head, his gaze looking faintly toward the direction of Qingzhou, and muttered: "Is it a coincidence..."

Suddenly, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and when he looked down at Wei Shan again, he asked indifferently: "Wei Shan, how long have you been with me?"

Wei Shan was slightly stunned, but replied with an excited face: "Since Revered Master saved me from the mouth of a Yao Beast, it has been 580 years!"

"Under Revered Master's careful guidance, this Disciple has finally lived up to expectations and achieved the Nascent Soul stage!"

"Whenever Revered Master has a request, this Disciple will surely give his all until his dying day!"

Li Qingxuan looked at his excited face and smiled with satisfaction: "It is no wonder you are my most prized Disciple!"

With a wave of his hand, he threw out a special Jade Slip and said to him: "Take this Jade Slip and go find..."

...

Qingzhou, Qingyun City.

The hustle and bustle of the Mortal World is different from the tranquility of the Sect.

At a glance, everything was filled with the aura of human life.

Chen Yan was wearing a cyan long robe; whether it was the fabric pattern, the collar style, or the flowing cloud embroidery on the cuffs, it was exactly the same as the cyan long dress on Leng Qingshuang!

He looked at Leng Qingshuang, grinning, his eyes full of smugness.

This set of clothes was a couple's outfit he had specially bought!

After his persistent pestering and by bringing up the importance of the mission, Revered Master had reluctantly put it on.

As he flipped his wrist, a white paper folding fan instantly appeared in his hand.

"Snap!"

The folding fan swayed gently, matched with his handsome and upright figure.

He had quite the air of a noble Young Master from a prominent family!

Although Leng Qingshuang looked ordinary at this moment, the cold and otherworldly temperament on her still highlighted her uniqueness!

Chen Yan smiled and fanned Revered Master, feeling secretly proud in his heart.

"With Revered Master and me walking together like this, whoever sees us would have to give a thumbs up and praise us as a talented man and a beautiful woman!"

Leng Qingshuang glanced indifferently at the flashy folding fan in his hand.

But she did not expose his little thoughts.

The two of them had weak auras at this moment, only revealing the strength of the Qi Refinement Stage.

It did not attract any attention.

The streets inside Qingyun City were wide, with shops standing on both sides and tavern flags waving.

The hawking of various vendors and the sounds of pedestrians and carriages were interwoven together.

Chen Yan looked at the lively scene before him and couldn't help but take a deep breath, sighing: "This is what life is about!"

As a Soul from the 21st century, accustomed to the neon lights and wine of the city, and having seen too much of the urban bustle.

Suddenly becoming a Cultivator of quiet cultivation, although he could accept it, he was still somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Now returning to the Mortal World, he was like a Husky let off the leash, excitedly diving into the crowd, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Leng Qingshuang raised her eyes and swept a glance, but did not pay any attention to it.

"Passing by, don't miss out!"

"Those with money, show your support with money; those without, show your support with your presence~"

"Everyone, big brothers and big sisters..."

Walking and browsing along the way, Chen Yan was dazzled.

These things that he had long been bored of seeing on mobile phones and TV, now that he was immersed in them, were actually quite interesting.

"Candied haws~ delicious candied haws~"

"If it's not sweet, it's free~"

Suddenly, a long shout drifted into Chen Yan's ears.

At the intersection ahead.

A peddler was carrying a straw bundle, filled with bright red candied haws!

Chen Yan immediately stopped.

Candied haws?

He seemed to have thought of something, his eyes instantly shining, and he walked up quickly.

"Give me a skewer of candied haws!"

The peddler nimbly took one off and handed it to Chen Yan: "Here you go, Young Master!"

Chen Yan looked at the candied haws in his hand.

Each hawthorn fruit was plump and ruddy, and the crystalline sugar coating shone brightly in the sunlight, looking exceptionally tempting.

He trotted back to Leng Qingshuang and held the candied haws to Revered Master's mouth.

The first hawthorn fruit was less than half an inch away from her red lips.

"Sister, look!"

He shouted with a grin: "It's candied haws! Do you want to eat it? It's very sweet~"

A sweet and sour fragrance of hawthorn wafted over.

Leng Qingshuang was stunned, her eyes lowered, her gaze falling on the crystal-clear candied haws.

In a daze, she seemed to have returned to three hundred years ago.

At that time, she was not the only one on the Ninth Peak.

Revered Master took her down the mountain gate, entering the Mortal World for training.

It was also this Qingyun City, also this bustling street.

Also, this kind of fragrant skewer of candied haws.

She still remembered, Revered Master holding the candied haws, handing it to her lips, and saying with a light smile:

"Qingshuang, this is a candied haw! Do you want to eat it? It's very sweet~"

She often told herself:

Cultivation is bitter, so one must taste more of the sweetness in this Mortal World!

"Sister? Sister!"

Looking at the dazed Leng Qingshuang, Chen Yan didn't quite understand; it was just a skewer of candied haws, was it really that big of a deal?

But looking at Revered Master who seemed to have no reaction to the outside world, a sudden impulse surged in his heart.

"I wonder what it feels like to kiss Revered Master's rosy little mouth?"

"Should I take advantage of her not paying attention? Should I sneak an attack?"

"But what about after the sneak attack?"

"We are Revered Master and Disciple, Revered Master shouldn't chop me into pieces, right?"

"Should... not, right?"

Leng Qingshuang was stunned, and a blush quietly climbed onto her cheeks.

She came back to her senses and glared angrily at the Rebellious Disciple.

But she saw him pouting, his eyes wandering around, looking like he hadn't done anything.

"Hmph! Childish!"

She snorted coldly, turned her head slightly, and said with an expression of disgust: "You eat it yourself!"

"Ah? Sister, don't you like eating candied haws?"

Chen Yan was stunned upon hearing this, and immediately felt indignant in his heart.

"Damn! That old rotten woman Lu Lingyun actually lied to me!"

"Saying that Revered Master loves candied haws the most, and when she was young, no matter what happened, as long as you used a candied haw to coax her, it would definitely work!"

"If that didn't work, then two!"

"So it was all a lie to me?"

He looked at Leng Qingshuang's slightly red cheeks and asked hesitantly: "Otherwise, shall I buy you two?"

"Swish!"

This time, Leng Qingshuang's face turned red visibly to the naked eye.

She didn't even know that Grandma Lingyun had told this Rebellious Disciple all about her childhood!

As for loving candied haws, that was all things from hundreds of years ago!

This Seat, how could This Seat possibly care about this thing?

Seeing that the Rebellious Disciple was really planning to go buy another one, Leng Qingshuang glared at him in shame and anger, and said in a low voice: "You are not allowed to go!"

As she spoke, she leaned forward, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her rosy lips opened slightly.

Her neat, white teeth bit onto the hawthorn fruit at the top.

She applied force gently.

"Crunch!"

The crispy sugar coating cracked instantly, the sweet and sour pulp juice flowed out, and as her fragrant tongue flickered, she rolled it into her mouth.

"Gulp!"

Chen Yan watched intently at the way Revered Master bit off half the hawthorn fruit, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

He couldn't help but swallow a large mouthful of saliva.

"Damn! I'm dying, I'm dying!"

"Revered Master is clearly seducing me!"

"In public, under everyone's eyes, Revered Master, you must behave yourself!"