The Decent Fairies Won't Let Me Go

"Young Master asked me to send it to you. In addition, in the next few days, I will take care of your life and take care of your wounds."

Yaoyao spoke very calmly, making it difficult to figure out her actual attitude towards Qianling.

After explaining the things that should be explained, Yaoyao turned around and walked out of the house.

Seeing that Yaoyao was about to push the door out, Qian Ling's heart moved, and she hurriedly asked, "Where is Mr. Ye Su... Where is he?"

"Yesu?"

Hearing this, Yaoyao stopped pushing the door, and looked at Qian Ling with doubtful eyes, but soon, she seemed to have thought of something, and opened her mouth slowly.

"You will naturally be able to see the young master in a few days, but before meeting the young master formally, you need to heal your injuries, otherwise I will not let you see the young master."

After finishing speaking, Yaoyao pushed the door open and left the room.

……

After Yaoyao left the room, she walked slowly towards her own room.

But when she walked halfway, Yaoyao's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and she subconsciously supported a pillar on the side, forcing her crumbling body.

Then, with trembling hands, she slowly took out the handkerchief and put it by her mouth.

"Cough cough~"

With a few light coughs, a pile of blood quickly stained the handkerchief red.

Looking at the blood she vomited on the handkerchief, a trace of bitterness appeared on Yaoyao's face, and then she stood where she was, and began to adjust her physical condition.

As time passed, Yaoyao's complexion gradually recovered.

Finally, she put away the blood-stained handkerchief, pretending that nothing happened, and continued to walk towards her room with light and steady steps.

……

Pushing open the door of her own room, Yaoyao looked at the bed with her eyes closed, as if she was Su Qianye who was slowly recuperating her body.

As if sensing the movement of the Yaoyao pushing the door, Su Qianye opened his mouth lightly while running the exercises used to stabilize his breath.

"Yaoyao, has Xiaoqianling settled down?"

A trace of undetectable resentment flashed in Yaoyao's eyes.

However, she still nodded and said: "Don't worry, my lord, Yaoyao will take good care of her during the few days when you recover from your injuries."

"Ah."

Su Qianye did not respond too much.

At this time, he seems to need to focus more on recuperating, so he can't be too distracted.

Looking at Su Qianye who was recovering in meditation, a trace of worry flashed in Yaoyao's eyes, and then hesitantly asked:

"Young master, why did you withdraw your spiritual power at the last moment? Don't you know that the backlash caused by the reversal of spiritual power will cause harm to you..."

Facing Yaoyao's worries, Su Qianye calmly replied while exercising his kung fu to heal his injuries: "Didn't she say that she stopped halfway?"

But Yaoyao said with a heartbroken face: "Master, that Qianling still has something in her body that can help her resist backlash."

"But what about you, my lord?"

"If Yaoyao is not mistaken, at that time, the backlash brought about by the reversal of the spiritual energy in the night was all borne by the young master."

"Obviously the young master didn't need to do that at all, because judging by the mystery of Qianling, even if the young master didn't take back the aura from Heiye at that time, she might not necessarily die..."

Seemingly feeling that Yaoyao's emotions were a little too aggressive, Su Qianye's words were a little more gentle, and he began to calm Yaoyao's emotions.

"Yaoyao, this is a move I made, a dangerous move to bind Xiao Qianling and Jiange."

"After today, she will definitely stay in the Jiange because of Ye Su, which also means that she will be held in my palm, and she will never be able to leave!"

"In this way, Yaoyao, you don't have to worry about her being a threat to me when she grows up."

Following Su Qianye's comfort.

Yaoyao's mood was gradually appeased, and she also fell into silence.

However, the concern in her eyes did not dissipate because of this. On the contrary, she looked at Su Qianye with a little more worry.

Then, a thought appeared in Yaoyao's mind.

"Young master, no matter what, Yaoyao never wants to see you get hurt again."

"Never again..." A few days later.

Yaoyao pushed away the room where Qian Ling was, walked in, and cast her gaze at a corner of the room.

At this time, in the house.

Qian Ling was sitting in front of the dressing table, slowly combing her long blue and white hair.

Seeing Qianling's actions, Yaoyao thought for a while and said, "Actually, you are already beautiful, there is no need to decorate yourself with rouge and gouache. Besides, these worldly things don't suit you. temperament."

Qian Ling looked at the bronze mirror in front of her, and replied flatly, "Today, I want to show Mr. Ye Su my most perfect self."

Listening to Qian Ling's undisguised words, Yaoyao suddenly fell silent, not knowing what she was thinking about.

After a moment.

Yaoyao seemed to have made some decision, and suddenly walked behind Qian Ling, grabbed the comb from the other party's hand, and said:

"Let me help you, it will be much faster this way, but you can't make the young master wait too long."

Qian Ling who had the comb taken away did not refuse, but showed a slight smile.

"it is good."

……

The Forest of Sword Pond.

At this time, two women came from a distance, and finally stopped outside the entrance of the forest of sword ponds.

Looking at the forest with long swords in front of her, Yaoyao turned around and spoke slowly to Qian Ling.

"I'll send you here. Next, you only need to pass through the forest of the sword pool to reach the highest point of the Jiange Pavilion. If there is no accident, the young master will wait for you there."

After finishing speaking, Yaoyao didn't talk too much nonsense, and then walked away from here.

After Yaoyao left.

Qian Ling looked at the forest in front of her, with some deep doubts in her eyes.

She didn't understand, well, why did Mr. Ye Su choose such a place to meet her?What is the deep meaning in this?

Qian Ling pondered for a moment in her heart, but she still couldn't think of the answer.

In desperation, she had no choice but to step forward and walked into this small forest named "Sword Pond Forest".

"A lot of swords..."

Walking in the forest of Sword Pond, Qian Ling looked at the various swords planted on the ground, and was inexplicably shocked in her heart.

To be honest, she has never encountered such a scene of thousands of swords everywhere in the Valley of Love, and this is also the first time she has seen it.

Intuition tells Qian Ling that every sword in this forest is not simple, and behind every sword, there may be a story worth recalling.

Perhaps because of the sword this time, the sword woman who had been silent in the Qianli Snowflake Pendant and hadn't appeared for a long time seemed to be awakened.

Immediately afterwards, Jianma's slightly hoarse voice rang in Qianling's ears.

"Little girl, how did you find this place? This is simply a magical place full of treasures! Not only that, but all the treasures are gathered together to form a special barrier."

"As long as you can practice in this enchantment for a period of time, then your understanding of kendo will definitely be greatly improved!"

Listening to Jianma's words, Qian Ling also quietly looked at the simple and old-fashioned long sword around her, feeling inexplicably moved in her heart.

Frankly speaking, if it wasn't for the rush to see Su Qianye, Qianye would really like to hear about it.

After all, the opportunities contained in the forest of Sword Pond are definitely a great fortune for her.

But now, she hasn't seen the person she most wants to see, so she naturally suppresses the thought in her heart and continues to walk forward.

"Eh? Little girl, what's the matter with you, why don't you hurry up and practice..."

"Didn't you realize that this is a training place that suits you very well? Cultivating in this place can greatly improve your understanding of the way of swordsmanship."

It seemed that she had noticed Qian Ling's strange behavior, and there was a trace of doubt and incomprehension in Jianma's voice.

"I know." Qian Ling said lightly.

"Then why don't you hurry up to practice?" Jian Po was still puzzled.

"I have more important things to do. Before that, I don't want to talk about anything related to cultivation." Qian Ling responded decisively.

After all, she doesn't want to be a puppet who only knows how to cultivate.

After hearing this, Jianpo said helplessly: "Little girl, I didn't mean you. When I was as young as you, old lady, I didn't have such good opportunities as you. I vaguely remember that at that time, old lady, I was in cultivation... "

Faced with Jianma's eloquent discussion, Qian Ling didn't bother to say anything more, she had a thought and used her spiritual energy to completely isolate the opponent's breath in the pendant.

When Jianma's voice completely disappeared, Qian Ling became much quieter.

Afterwards, she stabilized her mind, ignored the thousands of swords around her, and walked straight ahead.

Now, she couldn't wait to see Ye Su.

……

Passing through the forest of Jianchi, Qian Ling came to the top of the misty mountain of Jiange.

And that familiar figure, with his back to her, was sitting quietly on a rock on the top of the mountain, as if looking down on the mortal beings of Yaozhou through clouds and mist.

"Ye Su..."

Seeing this extremely familiar voice, Qian Ling couldn't help saying the name.

She and Ye Su have experienced too much, and during this process, her state of mind has been undergoing complicated changes, from love to hate, from hate to love...

In fact, after going through the temptation a few days ago, Qian Ling had already forgiven Ye Su.

After all, in Qian Ling's opinion, Ye Su's forced withdrawal at the last moment had already shown the other party's attitude towards her.

It turns out.

Her Ye Su was still the very special Ye Su to her.

Take care of her in every possible way, treat her tenderly...