[Quick Wear] On strike, please don't disturb your ex

His voice was so soft that Mo Fanli did not hear it clearly. If she had not seen his mouth moving, Mo Fanli would have thought that Qin Luo did not speak at all.

So she tilted her head slightly, raised her chin slightly, and looked at people with a puzzled expression.

"What did you say?"

Qin Luo lowered his head slightly and saw Mo Fanli looking up at him, her pair of dark and clean eyes staring straight at him. Her fair face and slightly arrogant posture were the result of being carefully pampered by the Mo family.

Seeing that the person didn't say anything, Mo Fanli tilted his head even more, pursed his lips, and tapped lightly on the back of the person's hand.

Qin Luo looked at Mo Fanli's thick eyelashes, red lips and white teeth, and felt that the young lady in front of him looked very well-behaved at the moment. He didn't know what words to use to describe her.

If the system knew his inner thoughts, it would definitely blurt out two words: [cute.]

"Qin Luo, say it again, I didn't hear it." Mo Fanli repeated it persistently.

Qin Luo lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze fell on Mo Fanli's skirt, his voice was cold and indifferent, "I said, this skirt is very beautiful."

The tone of praise was no different from asking Mo Fanli to drink tea.

"Only the skirt?" Seeing that he only praised the skirt and not her, Mo Fanli felt a little unhappy. She put her hands down and snorted.

Qin Luo could tell from the materials and craftsmanship of the skirt as well as the faint glow that concealed a mystery that this was a robe of a higher grade and was of considerable value.

He didn't understand this at first, but after more than a year, he almost understood that almost all the clothes Mo Fanli wore were not cheap.

And they are not just flashy dresses, they have good defensive or other uses and are high-quality robes.

Qin Luo had been to the Mo family's City Lord's Mansion twice, both times to pick up Mo Fanli to come to the Sword Sect. He had also seen the building where Mo Fanli lived, which was even more luxurious than the main hall of the Sword Sect's leader.

He lowered his eyes and changed the subject, "Have you practiced your swordsmanship during the time you have been home?"

Mo Fanli was immediately diverted from the topic and felt a little guilty. Every day when she returned home, she would either go out with her two brothers or her cousin and other younger generations of the clan to play or see the world. Her family probably knew the hardships of sword practitioners in the Sword Sect and did not force her to practice. Instead, they took her everywhere to buy things with a look of heartache, including magic weapons, spiritual tools, elixirs, and talismans.

Even though Mo Fanli said that she was safe in the sect and would not need these things, her father and mother still bought her a storage bag.

"Well... I still practiced a little bit..." Mo Fanli compared his thumb and index finger, leaving a tiny gap in the middle, and spoke symbolically.

Looking at the person's hesitant look, Qin Luo knew that he definitely hadn't practiced.

He placed the cup on the table, and said in a cold tone, just like his people, "Practice more these few days to make up for it."

"Ah!" Mo Fanli's temper came and went quickly. This time she completely forgot about chasing Qin Luo for the answer and focused all her attention on practicing more.

Disciples of Linsong Peak who have not undergone additional training from their master and senior brothers are not considered members of Linsong Peak.

Including Taoist Master Wen Hong, everyone in Linsong Peak has been undergoing intensive training since the Qi Refining Stage.

“Junior brother—” Mo Fanli drew out the ending of the word “Junior brother”, her voice was soft and clear, as if she was acting coquettishly.

"Master didn't tell me to practice more, why are you..."

"Hmm?" Qin Luo looked at her slowly and said in a low voice.

Mo Fanli curled her lips and said helplessly: "Okay!"

Then he muttered, "You have to accompany me anyway."

When Mo Fanli was practicing sword skills, Qin Luo was basically standing by, either meditating or practicing sword skills.

It was only after Mo Fanli pestered Qin Luo for several days that Qin Luo agreed to this matter.

Qin Luo naturally heard her mumbling, but he didn't react, as if he was used to it.

In the next few days, whenever Mo Fanli was practicing sword, there would always be another figure beside him.

Mo Fanli went to listen to the elders' lessons in the morning and practiced sword in the afternoon. Only at her firm request did she not let practice occupy all her time in the evening.

That night, Mo Fanli lay on the roof looking at the stars.

Mo Fanli discovered that the night sky that Jian Zong saw was different from the night sky that Fan Cheng saw.

There are very few people in Jianzong at night. Fancheng is very large and crowded. There are always many lights on at night, with thousands of lights from all over the house, and a prosperous scene. But there are none of those in Jianzong.

What one sees in the Sword Sect are fellow disciples who practice cultivation, and more importantly, mountains, plants, the sun, the moon, and the stars.

It can help people calm down and concentrate on practicing.

The prosperous city has a more bustling atmosphere. Not only are there monks from various sects coming and going, but more are ordinary people. It is very lively from morning till night.

She likes the hustle and bustle of the city, the tranquility of the Sword Sect and the starry sky at night.

There was a shooting star streaking across the sky. Mo Fanli had heard a legend from the mortal world that if you see a shooting star, you should make a wish and it will come true.

Mo Fanli thought, what nonsense.

How can people place their wishes on a fleeting shooting star?

It seemed to be to confirm his own ideas.

Mo Fanli closed her eyes and silently made a wish in her heart.

She opened her eyes and looked up at the sky which seemed to be still.

He stared blankly at the person who suddenly appeared, his eyes slowly widened, and then he rubbed them.

Confirming that the person in front of him was real and not an illusion, Mo Fanli was shocked. How could it be possible! Could this legend be true? !

Before the shooting star disappeared, Mo Fanli quickly closed her eyes and made another wish.

Qin Luo looked at Mo Fanli in confusion. After she opened her eyes, she seemed surprised by his arrival. Then she quickly closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and no one knew what she was doing.

He waited quietly by the side.

Only after making the wish did Mo Fanli open her eyes.

"What legend?"

When she heard the sound, Mo Fanli realized that she had accidentally spoken out her true feelings.

Looking at the meteor that had disappeared in the sky, Mo Fanli explained: "It's a legend in the mortal world. If you make a wish when you see a shooting star, your wish will come true!"

"Do you believe this?" Qin Luo was very confused. No cultivator would believe such a thing.

The world of cultivation only believes in strength. Only when you are strong can you do what you want to do and protect who you want to protect.

The law of the jungle, where strength is respected, is the most suitable for the world of cultivation.

"I don't believe it!" Mo Fanli naturally felt the same way.

But the wish she just made came true!

Although it was just a casual thought, she didn't expect that Qin Luo really appeared in front of her when she opened her eyes. It was really surprising!

She didn't let Qin Luo make a wish because he definitely didn't believe it.

He would also say that he had no wishes.

Even if there is, he can do it himself.

Qin Luo is the kind of person who won't place his hopes on external things.

In other words, most monks are like this.

Because cultivating for immortality goes against the law of birth, aging, sickness and death of mortals, and it goes against the rules.

The path of spiritual practice is long and difficult, it is a struggle against fate. Most mortals embark on this long path to immortality because they refuse to accept their fate and refuse to admit defeat.

The great road is fifty, the sky is four and nine, and people are one of them.