ow.He probably didn't expect that there were so many little demons here, like a cluster of poisonous mushrooms. Dozens of gray heads popped out from the walls, a scene I'll remember for a long time.X..."Can I not worry, with so many piles of monsters and those demon kings…" I frowned.
Jiang Qiyun hummed softly: "When I was in the underworld, even when I sat and forgot myself, there were demons who wanted to intrude. Because yin and yang are two sides of the same coin, as are gods and demons, but between god and demon, there is strict defense, making it almost impossible to break through the boundary. So the demon realm wanted to get in from the underworld or the mortal world."
He paused for a moment, then said in a flat tone: "… As long as they are no longer in this world, it wouldn't be troublesome to handle."
"What about the Demon Realm's city lords They must be very powerful, right" I originally wanted to ask if he was injured, but looking at him like this, he doesn't seem to have even fought himself.
Jiang Qiyun let out a cold snort: "These people didn't dare to face me head-on. They fled under the cover of cannon fodder, knowing they would have a bad ending if they entered the Underworld... It's a pity..."
"What a pity"
"It's a pity that the Northern Heaven Dark Emperor didn't appear. Perhaps the current passage can't accommodate his power." Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly, looking puzzled.
Then I saw that empty carriage, truly his own…
"That can't be helped, is there anything to regret" I let out a breath and relaxed my limbs on the sofa.
Jiang Qiyun came over and sniffed beside my ear, his voice low: "You smell of dust and ghost energy. Didn't you rest properly"
"How can I rest I rushed over for the meeting without even touching the ground. These people are all prominent figures from prestigious families. Although it's not as grand as a national-level conference, it's still very important in our circle..." I muttered a few words.
"If Lin Yanhuan doesn't wake up, I guess you won't have to worry about these meetings anymore." Jiang Qiyun looked at me coldly: "These mundane affairs are of no use to cultivation."
That's true, but I can't always hide in my small building and refuse to grow or progress. If I don't, how can I protect myself and my family
"Humph…" Jiang Qiyun stopped talking to me, only reaching out to pull me closer, letting me lean against his shoulder.
I was feeling drowsy sitting here. After all that running around and with the meeting dragging on into the afternoon, I felt a bit full and satisfied.
Although I don't dare to indulge in lust, I can always take a little peek.
"... Looking at you like this, so sleepy, it's just like when you were pregnant. You still have the nerve to say that only pregnant women are sleepy." Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly, his deep and clear voice sounded in my ear.
His cool lips brushed across his cheeks and earlobes, sending a tingling sensation.
"...I'm not pregnant, don't scare me. I'll just close my eyes for a bit, there's still a roundtable discussion later." I mumbled, closing my eyes.
Jiang Qiyun has always been so calm and composed. Even in the most difficult and dangerous situations, he would speak about them in a few short sentences.
I wonder when I'll see him flustered and out of sorts again.
It's probably not possible.
》》》
I originally planned to just take a quick nap, but when I woke up, it was already 5 o'clock, and the meeting was almost over.
“Why didn’t you call me” I glanced at Jiang Qiyun beside me. He was propping his face with one hand, looking relaxed and carefree.
I didn't know how I ended up sliding down, nestled against his legs. It was so comfortable, he even lifted one hand to hold my shoulder, covering me with the wide, flowing sleeve of his robe.
"I'm telling you to sleep. Sleeping well is a kind of cultivation... Leave those worldly matters to Mu Yunfan." Jiang Qiyun said matter-of-factly.
"It's always my thing, always bothering my brother, and I can't help him with his stuff. He doesn't even have time for his wife and kids anymore..." I mumbled as I got up.
Actually, I don't have much time to spend with my children either. Modern people like to have their own independent space and prefer to live alone. The fewer people in a household, the better. But I'm used to living with my whole family. When we go out, there are elders and children who can help me take care of the kids.
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Such a home, no matter when you go back, there will never be cold food or an empty stove.
I stood up and smoothed my hair with my fingers. He suddenly narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to me, his brow slightly furrowed as he studied my cheek.
He didn't just glance at me, he used his finger to pinch my chin and tilt my face sideways.
“… What are you going to do” I asked nervously.
He was staring at me like that. Was there something on my face
I've seen Jiang Qiyun lower his brow and gaze down many times. His brows and eyes are naturally cold, and his temperament is even more aloof. When he lowers his brow and casts his gaze down, he carries a touch of coldness in his compassion.
It terrified me.
"...What's wrong with my face" I was so nervous.
Jiang Qiyun looked at me with a cold gaze for a while, then slightly curled the corner of his lips. His icy fingers brushed across my cheek and he smiled: "... It's nothing, the dark pattern on your sleeve left a faint mark on your face."
I quickly raised my hand to wipe my face. The mark was still there, I thought I'd been drooling in my sleep.
Jiang Qiyun held onto my wrist, preventing me from wiping it. I was bewildered. "Isn't the mark quite normal... It's been pressing down on you for half the day, didn't it wrinkle your clothes"
A barely perceptible smile played at the corner of his lips as he said to me, "Don't you understand Even such minute things on a celestial garment can leave marks on your skin. It shows that your cultivation has become more refined, it's just limited by your mortal flesh."
What does cultivation level have to do with anything I rubbed my face, what does this have to do with cultivation level
"By the way, why did Chong Mo say my blood was...like he knew some kind of secret" I frowned and looked at Jiang Qiyun.
Jiang Qiyun raised an eyebrow slightly, leaned in front of me, and whispered, "Xiao Qiao, do you believe me"
"Of course, I believe."
"Then don't ask, when the time comes, you'll naturally know."
Humph, I knew it would be this kind of answer.
He chuckled softly, pinching my cheek and shaking it gently: "So-called destiny is that it must happen at the right time, not a moment sooner or later. It's about understanding when the time comes; changing things on your own accord will cause all sorts of unpredictable outcomes… In short, you obediently practice cultivation. No matter how busy you get, don't forget your homework...at any time, anywhere."
His last words were soft, but he said them seriously. I nodded in agreement without thinking.
The door to the small conference room was gently pushed open. Jiang Qiyun glanced sideways, and I tiptoed to look. It was my brother who had come in.
"Little Qiao," my brother whispered, giving me a shushing gesture. "Master Huqing said his temple has some information from the Tongxuan Society and invited me to take a look. It might take a few days. You're a woman and it's not convenient for you to stay at the temple, so go home with your husband first. I'll drive Master Huqing and his disciples back. I'll let you know if anything happens."
I frowned. "You're going alone I don't trust it."
“What's there to worry about going to Master Huaishen's place Besides, you need to go back and deal with the aftermath of Changjing, right” My brother scoffed. “Song Wei is an honest tomboy, you have to tell her clearly what she shouldn’t report.”
"Okay..." I wasn't quite sure.
However, I'm not really comfortable going to the temple. Back when Master Huaisqing was still a fake monk, we went to see his master. Now that Master Huaisqing is the abbot, it wouldn't do for people to say: "The abbot invited women into the temple," would it
Moreover, it's not just about visiting the main hall like ordinary pilgrims. If you want to go to their backyard, back mountain, or even study room and bedroom, that would definitely be inconvenient.
"Then, be careful, go home early, and tell Yan Qinhui about your whereabouts. Don't let me go back alone, she blames me for not bringing you back..."
"Got it~"nd. This was what Song Wei brought to question Old Madam Zhang."Every time I see you out in the wilderness, you're always messing around with weird stuff…" he said, looking at me with a helpless expre...