And now, Shi Qingjun, who has already fallen in love with grinding petals, has many miscellaneous thoughts.
Open Source, Mingxin, Tengyun, Taixu, Qiankun...
Even though Xu Changâan has many secrets, and is highly likely an Immortal reincarnation, he truly deserves the title of "young man" based on his temperament.
And Zhu Tongjun, a peak Taixu Realm cultivator on the verge of entering the Qiankun Realm, ended up performing a sword dance for a young lord on a painted boat in the brothel.
Is there anything more absurd than this?
One might say that Tong Jun is not the type to seek power or favor, unless she truly fell for him?
At this moment, several girls holding umbrellas approached Shi Qingjun, and one girl looked at her strangely.
"Huh, such a figure, is she from our brothel?"
The girl beside her scoffed, "As if you recognize all the girls here, canât she be a visitor from the city? After all, today is so lively here."
"True." The girl giggled, then addressed Shi Qingjun, "Sister, are you heading to the boat? If you are, just find a small boat from the south, donât get drenched here."
She saw that Shi Qingjunâs body was half-soaked by the wind and rain.
"Hmm..." Shi Qingjun nodded gently.
"Quite a cold personality, like Fourth Sister."
"Speak less."
As the girls boarded the small boat from the south, Shi Qingjun blinked and lowered her head, only to see her dress had gotten quite wet.
She raised the umbrella, looking at the overcast rain.
Yes.
She couldnât shelter from this rain.
With the umbrella up, there was still wind, unable to be blocked, drilling into her as if to scatter her.
If sheâs like this, then... what about the Array Hub of Beisang Cityâs Mountain Protection Array, what does it look like now?
Shi Qingjun temporarily set aside thoughts of Zhu Tongjun and headed towards the Array Hub.
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At the banquet, Miss Lu couldnât help but express the frustration and dissatisfaction in her heart.
"Honestly... why has Miss Zhu been gone for so long, did Banquet Zhi take all the courtesies?"
No matter what, they shouldnât leave Yun Qian alone here for so long.
Zhu Pingniang is the master, how can she let herself accompany them like this?
Miss Lu arranged for someone to attend to Yun Qian, then apologized, "Miss Yun, please rest a while, Iâll go see what kind of trouble my sister is causing."
She might be shameless, but she still cares.
Yun Qian naturally had no objections and tilted her head as Miss Lu left.
Her husband didnât want to hurt that Miss Zhu, right?
Books indeed have similar scenes, but this shouldnât count as not fighting, not knowing each other?
And...
Does this count as losing oneâs virginity?
Not knowing, she stopped thinking about it.
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Zhu Pingniang wouldnât know how she appears in the eyes of several women, otherwise, she would call Hehuan Sect unjust, why even does the Sect Leader have a prejudice against Hehuan Sect.
From this, one can see how indifferent Shi Qingjun was as a shopkeeper, not caring even about Zhu Pingniangâs matters.
Yet Zhu Pingniang didnât have the mind to think about these now.
She stopped practicing the Sword Scripture, standing still... and surprisingly was lightly panting.
"Strange, how am I so weak today," Zhu Pingniang murmured.
Could it be that performing Celestial Essence Inner Realm and using Mirror Opening Array Hub have exhausted todayâs spiritual power?
Indeed.
Considering her current body, barely considered a clone, she didnât have much spiritual power to use each day, feeling tired was normal.
Yawning slightly, Zhu Pingniang looked at the dumbfounded Xu Changâan with a smile, "Well, you canât underestimate my Ah Bai now, this beautiful Sword Scripture can only be created by Ah Bai."
"Ms. Zhu is right." Xu Changâan wouldnât disagree with Zhu Pingniang at this time.
"Iâve shown you the Sword Scripture, Changâan, shouldnât you reciprocate to your sister?" Zhu Pingniang revealed her foxy tail, gazing at Xu Changâanâs slender fingers.
She wasnât interested in seeing swords, still thinking about those hands.
Xu Changâan: "..."
Thus, when Zhu Pingniang insisted on him using the martial arts he had learned to "battle" her, he could only reluctantly agree.
Seeing Xu Changâan agree swiftly, Zhu Pingniang was very excited.
Though Xu Changâan started with the basic fist technique learned from Sword Hall, Zhu Pingniang didnât blink, watching his hands, hoping to gain something from the traces.
Punching.
Dodging.
With subtle dodges, Zhu Pingniang easily avoided Xu Changâanâs fists.
Very disappointing.
Honestly, why couldnât she see the earlier rhythm now?
Although absurd, she really held onto the idea that it could help her step into Qiankun Realm, the mysterious rhythm felt like a great opportunity.
Breaking through would put her ahead of Li Zhibai, able to press her down.
Zhu Pingniang tilted her head, dodged another move.
"Go all out, donât disappoint your sister."
"No way!"
"Whereâs your earlier spiritual power? You could when using the sword, why canât your fists replace swords now!"
"Faster!"
"Put effort, havenât you eaten?"
Provoked by Zhu Pingniangâs playful words, Xu Changâanâs eye twitched slightly.
If Senior Zhu didnât go easy, how could he even graze her garment?
To put it another way...
Isnât this Senior overestimating him?
Any sister from Muyu Peak could easily hang him up and beat him, why does Zhu Pingniang have such great faith in him.
Forget it, canât let down the seniorâs expectations.
Under repeated urging, Xu Changâan finally got serious, ready to "face the enemy".
His steps firmed, body slightly retreated, breathing gradually evened.
Clench fist.
Seeing Xu Changâan finally drop the helpless expression, focusing seriously, Zhu Pingniang nodded vigorously, "Thatâs right..."
She hadnât finished speaking, suddenly at the center of Xu Changâanâs palm, light blue Water Spiritual Power spread like ripples, then quickly surged like waves.
Xu Changâanâs body twisted, blended with body technique, footwork, tightly wound like a rope, relaxed not at all.
"Force Drop, Power Rush!" Xu Changâan whispered.
Condensed fist winds charged with water rhythm rushed towards Zhu Pingniang like a gale.
Water drops suspended in the air along the faint light, like a galaxyâs silver thread crashing towards her.
Even Zhu Pingniang at that moment was taken aback.
Instantly penetrated by the galaxyâs silver thread, water droplets soaked her body thoroughly, the approaching fist wind tousled her hair, dress, rustling.
"?!"
Whereâs my Protective True Qi?
Water drops traversed her clothes, the fist wind jostled her hair, it wasnât merely unstoppable like rain, but... her Protective True Qiâ
Gone?!
Along with True Qi dissipating was her spiritual power.
Currently, she had no spiritual power left.
When did it disappear?
No wonder she felt weak earlier, now she couldnât move at all.
Right then, sudden prickling pain arose from her fingertip.
Her fingertip?
Zhu Pingniang realized something.
That earlier Sword Qi broke her Glazed Body, stripping her cultivation.
But why hadnât she noticed till now?
Moreover, she just poked a little...
Zhu Pingniangâs pupils narrowed to points, yet she couldnât dwell on it much longer.
Because a scholarly-looking fist was very, very close to her, enlarging, enlarging again before her eyes.
Messed up.
Stop... stop, I still need this body!!!!
But Zhu Pingniang was already too late to speak, Xu Changâanâs fist wrapped with water rhythm crashed onto her body aggressively.
"Boom!"
In a flash, the space crafted by Zhu Pingniang shattered like glass, revealing the actual kitchen setting.
At this moment, Miss Lu pushed open the door, scolded, "Miss Zhu, what are you doing here, how could you disturb young ma..."
Bang!
"Ugh..."
Zhu Pingniang spewed blood, her slender body like a broken kite with a heart-stopping crash hit the kitchenâs corner.
"..."
Dust rose, a chaotic mess, life and death unknown.
The broken leaves lightly rebounding on Miss Luâs body, fell to her feet.
Miss Lu: "..."
Xu Changâan met Miss Luâs suddenly reddened eyes, then looked at his own hand.
Dumbfounded.