Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 211 Ye Qian'an Confesses to Leng Qianning [Please read and subscribe]

After a few days, we arrived at Qingjing Peak.

The rolling mountains are surrounded by misty clouds, like a fairy island floating in the clouds, with green peaks and ridges, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

The towering mountains and rivers stand tall in the gauze-like clouds, as if they came from a myth, carrying an otherworldly aura.

In the quiet room, Ye Qian'an slowly opened his eyes, feeling the pain in his body, and couldn't help frowning.

The previous fight against the heavenly calamity had almost broken his bones. If he had not possessed an innate sword body, he would probably have died by now.

Ye Qian'an stroked his forehead gently, sat up, and subconsciously touched the wine gourd beside him, but found that the wine gourd was gone, which surprised him.

"You finally woke up."

At this moment, a cold voice came from outside the door, and then Leng Qianning, wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, walked in. At the same time, he looked at the little guy in front of him, and a helpless expression flashed across his delicate face.

Even after so many years, Ye Qian'an is still the same impulsive guy as always.

Ye Qian'an looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, nodded and smiled, "Master, it's been a long time since we last met. You are getting more and more beautiful."

"Grumpy."

Leng Qianning rolled her eyes at Ye Qian'an, then sat down beside the bed, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently placed them on Ye Qian'an's wrist. After feeling that the latter's spiritual power had recovered, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But he still blamed her: "You evil disciple, why did you help me in the first place? Don't you know what the consequences would be if you didn't hold on?"

"The body will be destroyed after death."

Ye Qian'an smiled nonchalantly, leaned back, leaned against the head of the bed, nodded and smiled, "By the way, Master, where is my wine gourd?"

"I only know the wine gourd."

Leng Qianning had a headache, but she still took out the wine gourd filled with fine wine from the storage ring, handed it to Ye Qian'an, and reminded him: "You have just recovered from your injury, so you should drink less wine to avoid disordering the spiritual power in your body."

"understood."

Ye Qian'an opened the lid, sniffed the fragrance of the wine gourd, and took a sip without hesitation. This wine is more than a thousand years old, and it tastes sweet and has an endless aftertaste.

"Good wine."

Leng Qian stared at Ye Qian'an with a serious look, but still asked: "Why did you come back suddenly this time? Are you doing well in the days at the upper sect?"

"Although the upper sect has abundant spiritual power and the cultivation speed is faster, it is still not as free as the Qingxuan Sect. I still prefer to stay in the Qingxuan Sect."

"nonsense."

Leng Qianning pinched Ye Qian'an's face and said, "Do you know how much the cultivators in Donglingnan Province hope to join the upper sect to practice, but you actually want to stay in Qingxuan Sect forever. You are really wasting heaven's gift."

"Everyone has his own merits."

Ye Qian'an rubbed his face gently, put his hands behind his head and asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Three months."

This time, Ye Qian'an was indeed unconscious for a long time, perhaps it had a lot to do with the thunder tribulation. He helped Leng Qianning to overcome the tribulation, and the thunder tribulation he will endure in the future will be more difficult. It can even be said that it will be more difficult to overcome the tribulation when he becomes an immortal.

Ye Qian'an also understood this, but even if he knew that it was difficult to overcome the tribulation, he would choose to help his master resist it without hesitation.

After all...she is his master.

Leng Qianning folded her hands in front of her, stood up, pursed her immature lips, and said: "You...are not young anymore, and your cultivation has reached the Thunder Tribulation Realm. I have decided to arrange a marriage for you... In that way, if something unexpected happens in the future, you can still..."

Speaking of this, Leng Qianning's expression became a little ugly. For some reason, after saying this, her heart seemed to be grasped by some force, making her a little breathless.

Even my breathing became a little rapid.

"Master..."

Ye Qianan sat up, came behind Leng Qianning, gently grasped her wrist, and said in a dull voice: "Do you... really want me to find a Taoist partner?"

"Isn't it right?"

Leng Qianning said indifferently: "I am your master, so I naturally have to think about you. Otherwise, who else can I do it for? For your uncle who just gave me the gift?"

Ye Qian'an touched his nose and said, "Master, please don't match me up with someone randomly. Besides, I already have someone in my heart."

"Does your heart belong to you?"

Leng Qianning turned around, frowned slightly, and suddenly said with a guilty tone: "Who... does it belong to..."

Ye Qian'an gently held Leng Qianning's right hand, and said in a light voice: "Master, don't you really see it?"

"You...what are you doing..."

Ye Qian'an did not let go of his hand, and looked at Leng Qianning's back with a firm gaze, "Master, from the first time I saw you, this feeling has taken root in my heart. I know that the etiquette between master and disciple cannot be violated, but this feeling is like a surging tide, which cannot be stopped."

Leng Qianning trembled slightly, with a hint of panic in her voice, "Don't talk nonsense. You and I are master and disciple, how can we have such delusions."

Ye Qian'an took a step forward and gently turned Leng Qianning's body. "Master, this is not a delusion. In my heart, you are not only my master, but also the person I want to protect for the rest of my life. Those fairyland-like mountains and rivers have witnessed every bit of our lives. Could it be that you really have no idea?"

Leng Qianning's eyes were complicated, showing shock, panic, and a barely perceptible touch of emotion.

Leng Qianning bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, trying to calm her inner turmoil. After a long while, she said, "Qian, do you know what you are talking about? The relationship between master and disciple should not be disturbed. This is a taboo."

A hint of stubbornness flashed in Ye Qian'an's eyes. "Master, I don't care about those rules. I only know that my heart has been filled by you. In these long years, I am willing to walk hand in hand with you, even if the road ahead is rough."

Leng Qianning sighed softly and tried to pull back Ye Qi'an's hand, but found that he was holding it tightly. "Qian, don't be stubborn anymore. Your master can't let you do this."

Ye Qian'an did not back down, "Master, I am not acting on impulse. I have been determined to be with you since you accepted me as your disciple. I will prove with my actions that my feelings are no joke."

In the days that followed, Ye Qian'an practiced even harder, just to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Leng Qianning. He broke through himself again and again in battle, showing amazing perseverance and talent.

Although Leng Qianning still appeared stern on the surface, she could see the changes in Ye Qian'an in her heart.

Leng Qianning exhaled a breath of hot air, stretched out her finger, gently poked Ye Qian'an, and then said: "You have a good eye, but Master cannot agree to you."

"Why?"

Ye Qian'an asked hurriedly?
Leng Qianning pursed her lips and said with great energy, "The man I, Leng Qianning, like must be the most powerful swordsman in the world. The most powerful swordsman in the world!"

“No matter if they are the Taoist or Buddha or the Confucian saint, they all have to bow their heads and give way before his sword!”

(End of this chapter)