Zhu Xian: The way of heaven collapses, and I only have one sword!

Chapter 45: Picking flowers under the moon, meeting Bi Yao for the first time!
Back in the room, the candlelight flickered, stretching the two people's figures on the ground.

Lu Xueqi bit her lower lip lightly, and looked at Chen Qiye with a hint of anger in her eyes: "Did you arrange this on purpose today? I don't believe there are only two rooms left, and you deliberately let me and you..." Her voice became smaller and smaller, and her cheeks flushed.

Chen Qiye had a wicked smile on his face as he stepped forward and gently held Lu Xueqi's hand. "Qier, this is truly a coincidence. How could I do this on purpose?"

"If you keep going on like this, I'm afraid you'll eat me up before we even get back to Qingyun Mountain." Lu Xueqi's voice was soft, but it seemed to carry a hint of coquettishness.

"Qier's life is over now. She has met a scoundrel like me." Chen Qiye said with a smile.

Lu Xueqi spat softly and tried to pull her hand back, but Chen Qiye held it tighter. She turned her head away, no longer looking at him, but her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed her inner panic.

"Qier, go to sleep first, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and will eat you right now." Chen Qiye reached out and rubbed Lu Xueqi's head.

Lu Xueqi's heartbeat quickened after hearing Chen Qiye's bold yet intimate words, and her already flushed cheeks burned even hotter, like ripe apples. She feigned anger, her almond-shaped eyes wide, but they were filled with unconcealed shyness.

"You're just so smooth-talking. I don't know where you learned these inappropriate words." Lu Xueqi snorted, trying to hide her inner panic with an angry tone. However, her slightly trembling voice made this artificial severity seem completely intimidating.

Chen Qiye looked at the charming Lu Xueqi in front of him, and his heart was filled with love. He couldn't help but hold her gently in his arms. Lu Xueqi's body stiffened, and she subconsciously wanted to break free, but when she felt Chen Qiye's strong arms and scorching body temperature, her struggle gradually stopped. She just buried her head in his chest, not daring to look up.

"Go to sleep." Chen Qiye said softly.

Lu Xueqi broke free from Chen Qiye's arms and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going out for a walk." Chen Qiye smiled and kissed Lu Xueqi on the forehead. He turned around, gently opened the door, and stepped into the night.

The back garden of Shanhai Garden was built in a garden with four courtyards in the east, south, west and north. Chen Qiye walked out of the West Garden and arrived at the garden in the center.

It was late at night, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting its cool, silvery light unreservedly upon the garden. A gentle breeze blew, carrying the faint fragrance of flowers. The winding path, with its grass and shrubs dotted with a variety of flowers, was a common sight.

Chen Qiye strolled through the garden, the moonlight falling like water on his shoulders. As he walked, a small flower beside the road trembled in the night breeze, and a drop of crystal dew fell on its pink and white petals, making it delicate and translucent.

The spiritual energy around him began to gather once again, and a crystal-clear flute, condensed from pure spiritual energy, appeared in his hands. Chen Qiye gently stroked the flute, which was condensed with spiritual energy. The flute emitted a soft blue light, blending with the surrounding moonlight. He placed the flute to his lips and played a melodious tune. The sound of the flute was like a clear spring, flowing through the quiet night sky. The melody gradually changed, and the flute sound revealed wisps of longing...

Suddenly, a delicate hand reached out from behind Chen Qiye and plucked the flower. Chen Qiye was slightly startled, then turned around to see who was coming.

A young girl in emerald green stood there, holding the plucked flower and sniffing it gently, a playful and lively smile on her face. The moonlight poured down, casting a faint silver hue around her, making her look even more charming and lovely.

Chen Qiye raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, a gentle smile playing on the corner of his mouth, "Miss, picking flowers late at night is not very elegant."

The green-clad girl's eyes flickered as she sized up Chen Qiye. She smiled and said, "I picked this flower, and it's a blessing for the flower. And being able to smell its fragrance is the fate it cultivated over three lifetimes."

Chen Qiye couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. He looked at the eccentric girl in front of him with great interest, "So, this flower is marrying up to a girl."

The girl in green blinked her bright eyes, as if she was very satisfied with Chen Qiye's response, and the smile on her lips became brighter.

Chen Qiye's gaze lingered on the girl for a moment, and he suddenly reached out and gently took the flower from her fingertips. The girl was slightly startled and was about to ask, but she saw Chen Qiye gently pin the flower on her bun.

His fingers accidentally touched the girl's hair. At that moment, the girl felt an electric current spreading from the ends of her hair throughout her body, and her cheeks instantly flushed.

"See you next time." Chen Qiye waved his hand, turned around and prepared to leave.

After taking only two steps, I suddenly heard the green-dressed girl behind me say, "Wait a minute, I haven't asked your name yet."

Chen Qiye paused and slowly turned around. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. A faint smile played on the corner of his mouth as he said, "My name is Chen Qiye. May I know your name, young lady?"

Bi Yao blinked and said crisply, "My name is Bi Yao. Chen Qiye, you play the flute beautifully. The tune you just played, who were you thinking of?"

"I just spoke my mind." Chen Qiye's answer was understated.

After hearing this, Bi Yao felt a strange feeling in her heart, but she couldn't explain why. Looking at Chen Qiye, she said inexplicably, "You play the flute so well, can you play another piece for me?"

Chen Qiye nodded slightly and placed the flute to his lips again. The melodious sound of the flute rang out again, this time with a more soothing tune than before. Bi Yao stood quietly by, staring at Chen Qiye without blinking. Her thoughts drifted away with the sound of the flute, as if she were in a dreamlike world.

Chen Qiye was immersed in playing the flute. The moonlight fell on his body, outlining his handsome figure. The sound of the flute was filled with memories of the past years and confusion about the unknown future.

As Biyao listened, her heart was filled with emotion. She had never heard such a moving flute, nor had she ever met such a special man. When the song ended, the lingering sound still lingered in the night sky.

"It's getting late. I should go to bed." After saying that, Chen Qiye did not stay any longer this time. He turned around and left.

Just as I reached the corner of the winding path, I suddenly saw a black figure coming towards me. In such a dark night, it would be difficult to spot it if I didn't look carefully.

Just as they were about to collide, Chen Qiye dodged, sidestepping the black figure. The figure also stopped in time, and the two were only a few steps apart. In the darkness, a pair of bright and quiet eyes appeared before Chen Qiye.

Chen Qiye nodded slightly, suddenly catching a whiff of a faint fragrance. It was a delicate and unique aroma, like a solitary orchid in a valley, quietly spreading in the night. He raised his eyes and looked at the woman covered in black veil. Although he couldn't see her face, he could tell from her posture and aura that she was extraordinary.

"I'm sorry, I offended you." Chen Qiye said as he walked past the woman towards his residence.

The woman covered in black veil looked at Chen Qiye's departing back, and a strange light flashed in her eyes. She did not leave immediately, but stood there for a long time, as if thinking about something.

When Chen Qiye's figure completely disappeared in the garden, she turned around and walked towards the depths of the garden, and soon saw the woman in green.

Bi Yao was still standing there, playing with the flowers that Chen Qiye had pinned in her hair. Seeing the newcomer, the girl wasn't surprised, but smiled and said, "Aunt You, you're back."

The masked woman glanced at the flowers in her hand, nodded slightly, and said, "Those four people are from Qingyun Sect. I have never seen them before. They should be the younger generation of Qingyun Sect. The person just now is very strong, at least in the Shangqing realm."

Bi Yao smiled slightly and said, "I know someone. The man who just passed by is called Chen Qiye."

Upon hearing this, the masked woman, Aunt You, looked stern. "Chen Qiye? Biyao, how did you get to know him?"

A bright light flashed in Bi Yao's eyes, and she enthusiastically recounted the details of her encounter with Chen Qiye just now. When she talked about Chen Qiye pinning flowers on her and playing the flute, her face unconsciously flushed.

Aunt You listened quietly. When Bi Yao finished speaking, she sighed softly, "Bi Yao, you have always been clever and eccentric, but you should be more careful in front of the disciples of Qingyun Sect."

Bi Yao curled her lips in disapproval, "Aunt You, you're just thinking too much. Chen Qiye doesn't look like a bad guy, and he plays the flute so beautifully, he must be a gentle person."

Aunt You looked at Bi Yao's innocent look and shook her head helplessly, "You must not take it lightly. Speaking of which, Bi Yao, I haven't seen you appreciate flowers for a long time."

Bi Yao was slightly stunned for a moment, and soon a smile appeared on her face again. She said, "Yes, it's been a long time." After the voice fell, under the gaze of the masked woman, she crushed the flowers in her hand into pieces.

On the other side, when Chen Qiye returned to the room, Lu Xueqi had already fallen asleep. Her face was peaceful and gentle under the candlelight. He tiptoed to the bedside, carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay down on his side.

As soon as she lay down, Lu Xueqi seemed to sense something and turned over gently in her sleep, subconsciously burrowing into Chen Qiye's arms. Chen Qiye took advantage of the situation and hugged her tightly, letting her head rest on his chest. Lu Xueqi's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a reassuring smile, and she found the most comfortable position in her sleep.

Chen Qiye gently stroked Lu Xueqi's silky long hair. The soft touch sliding through his fingertips made his eyes even more gentle. He lowered his head slightly and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices, casting fine shadows. Lu Xueqi slowly woke up and found herself nestled in Chen Qiye's arms. She subconsciously wanted to break free, but as soon as she moved, Chen Qiye's arms subconsciously tightened, holding her even tighter.

"Qi Ye, you... let me go." Lu Xueqi's voice was soft and tender in the morning, mixed with a bit of shyness and anger.

Chen Qiye smiled and slowly opened his eyes. Even though he was sleepy, he couldn't hide the tenderness in his eyes: "Qier, let me hold you for a while."

"It's already this time, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by those two?" Lu Xueqi turned her head away, but a sense of sweetness inexplicably welled up in her heart.

"Just laugh, maybe they are jealous that I have such a beautiful Taoist partner like you." Chen Qiye said with a smile.

Lu Xueqi's cheeks grew hotter and hotter, and she hit Chen Qiye lightly, "You are the only one who talks nonsense."

At this moment, the sound of Zeng Shushu and Zhang Xiaofan talking and laughing could be heard outside. Lu Xueqi heard it and hurriedly pushed Chen Qiye away, sitting up and tidying up her messy hair. Chen Qiye didn't get angry either, and slowly stood up, still wearing that doting smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)