allonlinenovel Chapter 304 Not Just That
Chapter 304 Not Just That
"What are you talking about, Third Junior Brother?" Xuan Ling raised an eyebrow, her beautiful phoenix eyes slightly tilted upwards. "You and I are from the same school, so we should learn from each other and help each other improve, right?"
Jiang Huaizhou didn't bother to pay attention to his complicated thoughts. He knew that children from aristocratic families were cunning and unpredictable.
However, if someone was willing to practice swordsmanship with him, he would be wasting his time.
Then he nodded: "I'm at your service anytime."
The smile on Xuan Ling's face became even brighter.
But the next moment, he felt the smile on his lips and his expression froze.
How could he possibly be laughing like that? It was so meaningless, so unbecoming—if his father saw his meaningless actions and outrageous demeanor, he would probably scold him again, saying it was unthinkable for him to ascend to the position of Young Master of the Xuan Family.
But, but.
Father isn't here, is he?
This is not the Xuan family either.
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All the disciples in Linglong Pavilion had left. Jiang Liqian looked carefully, but she didn't see any sign of Shen Qingqing. She didn't know if she was delayed by something, or if she was trying to find a new tree to suck blood from, and had no time to come to see Senior Sister Zhenfeng, who meant nothing to her. But whatever it was, she was no longer interested in knowing.
Now she just wanted to know why Immortal Qingzhi brought her to Jianfeng!
She didn't believe it, absolutely didn't believe that she was so gifted that the dignified Sword Immortal Sect Leader would be obsessed with her and try every means to become her master.
If she was still the naive and foolish girl in her previous life, she would probably be so moved that she would shed tears and repay his kindness for the rest of her life. But after her rebirth, it is impossible for her to have such a ridiculous idea.
Having been bitten by a poisonous snake, she would never approach anything that looked even remotely like it.
A cold wind blew through the empty hall, and every brick and tile here was like the snow on the edge of a sword that never melted all year round, without a trace of warmth.
Jiang Liqian stood quietly.
When Immortal Master Qingzhi didn't say anything, she just kept her head down in silence. The wind and snow were blowing, and her white clothes were fluttering. It was as if they were a master and a disciple from another world.
Jiang Liqian knew about Immortal Master Qingzhi. As the most famous Immortal Master, he could comprehend the Way of Heaven alone in the wind and snow. For one year, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years... time was endless, and he would never feel tired or bored.
But she didn't expect that it would be him who broke the silence first this time.
The immortal who was high above looked down at her with an indifferent expression, like dew falling into a cold pond, without even a ripple.
However, Pingjing was no longer calm.
She actually saw her former master in that ray of light, and he showed her a very faint, helpless look.
The clouds disperse and the wind blows away, there is nothing we can do.
It was as if she was the one who did something wrong, she was the one who was willful, and she was the one who would eventually turn back.
And he has always been tolerant of her, indulged her, and could not bear to criticize her teachers.
My heart aches dully.
The pain made her eyes sore, but she couldn't cry.
No one knew what position he once held in her heart, and what he meant to her.
A life-saving grace?
Preaching and learning?
No, not only that, not just that.
He had been her unwavering faith, the sword in her hand that would never retreat, the immortal path she looked up to from afar and embarked on step by step, and the road she pursued with all her might.
But the sun set, the rays of light faded, and she only had time to grasp the bleak darkness in her hands.
With a long sigh, he called her.
"Li'er."
Li'er, Li'er, dreaming of the past, falling into a dark nightmare.
She looked up suddenly, shocked and stunned, as if she thought he already knew something.
But Immortal Qingzhi simply raised his hand and placed a jade slip in her hand.
She lowered her head and saw two large gold-plated characters written on it - Tonghui.
It is Tonghui sword technique.
The sword moves and techniques originally created by the sword immortal Qingzhi.
Everyone in the world of cultivation is coveting the immortal sword manual.
In her previous life, she memorized every word painstakingly, engraving it into her sea of consciousness. Despite scorching heat or bitter cold, or countless difficulties and dangers, she never thought of discarding it.
Now, he placed it in her hands gently, casually and normally.
Her fingertips trembled, and she bit her lower lip. The taste of blood rushed into her throat, bitter and hateful.
"After opening it, a sword light will enter your sea of consciousness, and this jade slip will turn into smoke and dust. Don't panic. Within the sword peak, you will practice with the sword light in your sea of consciousness, and no one will disturb you."
After Immortal Qingzhi finished speaking, he closed his eyes.
The meaning was clear, she could leave.
Jiang Liqian tightly grasped the jade slip, feeling as if a mountain was pressing down on her chest, making her breathless. The responsibilities, morals, and expectations of her previous life enveloped her like a tide, suffocating her under the cold water.
"I do not want."
Her voice was very small and soft, but it was still clearly audible in the silent hall.
But Immortal Qingzhi seemed not to have heard anything. He did not speak or open his eyes.
Jiang Liqian took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and raised her voice in front of him, each word resonating: "I don't want it. I am a disciple of Zhenfeng. I cannot cultivate the way of Jianfeng. Please take back the sword manual."
She didn't want to have anything to do with him or Jian Feng anymore. No matter how many people in the cultivation world were jealous of his sword manual, she didn't want it.
If he really had free time and wanted to pass on his swordsmanship, he might as well pass it on to Shen Qingqing. She would definitely be overjoyed. Otherwise, he could give it to his second or third disciple. It would be the same. As an "outsider", why should she pick up his mess?
She was filled with resentment. The cruel and heartless scenes from her past life were like nails driven into her heart. Every time she thought of them, she felt a bloody pain.
However, what the immortal on the throne answered her with was a sudden gust of cold wind. She was pushed directly out of Linglongxuan by an irresistible force, and then the door of Linglongxuan slammed shut in front of her.
Before she could react to what was happening, the jade slip in her hand was blown away by the wind, and an ice-blue sword light pierced straight into her forehead.
Jiang Liqian's pupils trembled, and she wanted to hide, but with her cultivation level, how could she hide from the sharp sword light of the Tribulation cultivator?
An ice-blue lotus instantly blossomed in her sea of consciousness, floating up and down like mist in the water, flowers in the mist, and fragrance in the heart of the flower.
As long as she thought about it, she could enter the lotus and watch the sword skills shocking the world and break the sky.
Always like this, always like this!
She was clearly no longer his disciple, yet he still wanted to force her!
He never asked her if she liked it, was willing, or could still hold a sword.
Closing her eyes deeply, Jiang Liqian suppressed all the pain and resentment in her heart.
It doesn't matter. It's just a short month. For a cultivator, a month is just a blink of an eye. She will be able to return to Zhenfeng - her real home. There, no one will force her to do things she doesn't want to do, and force her to bear responsibilities that she doesn't want to bear. She is just herself, an ordinary, beloved junior sister of Zhenfeng.