Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Xie Qingmo had just finished a competition and walked off the stage in his white robe without a speck of dust on his face. As usual, his eyes searched for the dark figure in the crowd.

Upon seeing this, his brows furrowed.

As expected, Jinchen was surrounded by several unfamiliar monks again. Judging from their clothes, they seemed to be from a sect famous for swordsmanship.

Leading the group was a handsome young swordsman, who was talking to Jinchen with burning eyes and admiration on his face that almost overflowed. In his hands, he was holding a jade box that looked very valuable.

We had a pretty pleasant chat.

Seeing Xie Qingmo approaching from the corner of his eye, Jinchen turned around to look at him and immediately said, "I'll wait for you here and confiscate other people's things."

The young swordsman was stunned, and turned back following Jinchen's gaze, meeting Xie Qingmo's eyes, and felt a sudden chill in his heart.

Xie Qingmo ignored the people around him, walked straight to Jinchen, and gently held his slightly cold fingers, as if he was a little tired.

"I am a bit tired."

Jinchen immediately held his hand with his backhand, and all his laziness in front of outsiders was replaced by concern, and his voice softened, "Then let's go back and rest, okay?"

He turned his head and said to the group of monks who were about to say something, "Take the things away and move away. My Taoist partner will be unhappy."

After saying that, he took Xie Qingmo and turned away.

Back at their fairyland-like attic, Xie Qingmo let go of Jinchen's hand.

He took off the Chen sword from his waist and walked to the smooth stone table in the center of the courtyard.

"What's wrong? What are you doing with the sword?" Jinchen followed behind him, looking at him with some confusion.

Xie Qingmo didn't answer. With a cold and handsome face, he began to tidy up the stone table.

He moved the spiritual fruits and tea sets that were originally placed on the table, with an indescribable movement...

Leng Meng's angry look.

Jinchen became even more puzzled, so he simply crossed his arms and walked around behind him.

Xie Qingmo turned and went into the small kitchen. He came out after a while, holding a bunch of fresh garlic with some dirt on the skin.

He placed the garlic on the cleaned stone table with an expressionless face.

Jinchen: “???”

An ominous premonition came over me.

Sure enough, the next moment, Xie Qingmo picked up the ancient spiritual sword that had slayed demons, split barriers, and was famous in the world of cultivation.

The tip of the sword is facing down, the hilt is facing up, and then...

Use the sword master's spiritual power to open the connection and empathy between Chen Jian and Jin Chen.

Xie Qingmo began to smash the garlic with the Chen sword.

The garlic cloves shattered, and the spicy and pungent smell instantly exploded in the air.

"Ah, A-chu!!!"

Jinchen was hit almost immediately. He covered his mouth and nose and sneezed several times.

The spicy feeling is no different from garlic perfume through empathy.

"Xie Qingmo!" Jinchen sneezed awkwardly and complained with tears in her eyes, "What are you doing!"

Jinchen pinched his nose and rubbed against Xie Qingmo while saying “Aju” aggrievedly, “I didn’t even take the gift… Aju, you still… Aju!”

Xie Qingmo stopped smacking garlic and was also choked. He wrinkled his nose and said, "You're right. I get jealous easily."

Jinchen: "..."

For a moment I didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

Anyway, he couldn't block the spiciness that was everywhere, so he loosened his hand that was pinching his nose and hugged Xie Qingmo, who was still holding the Chen Sword.

"Okay, okay, I know you're jealous."

"Now have you finished eating the vinegar? Can you please stop smacking the garlic? It's really spicy. Let me hug you. Stop being jealous."

Xie Qingmo was held in his arms. He lowered his eyes to look at the pile of smashed garlic cloves on the stone table. Finally, he followed his instructions and carefully placed the Chen Sword on a clean cushion beside him. He picked up a clean soft cloth and carefully wiped the sword that was stained with garlic smell.

After doing all this, he turned around and threw himself into Jinchen's open arms. He raised his face, and Jinchen's figure was clearly reflected in his cold eyes, with a bit of silent request.

Jinchen lowered his head obediently and kissed the slightly cool lips, melting all the spiciness and jealousy in the gentle and affectionate kiss.

The sect competition in the next few days entered a relatively peaceful stage.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Xie Qingmo no longer needs to participate in the competition.

However, the frequency of his appearance at various competition stages was astonishingly high.

No matter whether Jinchen was taking a nap in the viewing seats, studying the newly acquired spiritual tea in the corner, or being called by the sect master to discuss something, Xie Qingmo would always appear beside him inadvertently.

This is a tough time for those monks who wanted to take the opportunity to get close to Jinchen.

Especially those disciples of Tianyan Sect who needed to compete on stage, every time they saw Xie Qingmo's eyes sweeping over them from the audience, they suddenly felt a lot of pressure and didn't know what to do with their hands and feet. It was good enough if they could exert 70% of their full strength.

Finally, after losing the competition for the sixth time due to excessive pressure and poor performance, a brave young swordsman with a sad face took the opportunity when Jinchen was alone looking at the scenery in the corridor, mustered up the courage to come forward and begged in a low voice.

"Master Sword Spirit... please do me a favor and talk to Senior Brother Xie... can you... restrain yourself a little?"

"When he stood on the stage, the younger generations' calves were trembling..."

Upon hearing this, Jinchen was stunned at first, then he seemed to understand something and couldn't help laughing.

He waved his hand and said in a relaxed tone, "I know, I know. I'll talk to him later."

The next game is a relaxed and fun friendly match.

The organizer, Tianyan Sect, took out a prize, which was said to be a relic left by a Taoist couple who had long since ascended to the immortal world.

A heart-shaped knot woven from the thousand-year-old love grass, containing the power of blessing.

The rules are simple: compete within a designated area and the final holder wins.

Xie Qingmo was not very interested in this kind of excitement. He was sitting in the waterside pavilion making tea. When he looked up, he found that Jinchen, who was peeling pine nuts beside him just now, was nowhere to be seen.

Xie Qingmo was in a state of anxiety. He put down his teacup and was about to get up to look for...

"Look! It's Master Sword Spirit!"

"Why did he get on stage?"

"Oh my god! The Ancient Sword Spirit is also participating in the friendly match?"

There was a sudden burst of exclamations and discussions from the audience outside.

Xie Qingmo's mind moved, and his figure instantly appeared outside the water pavilion, leaning against the railing.

His gaze passed through the crowd and fell on the competition area covered by the formation.

I saw Jinchen standing in the center of the venue without knowing when. He was wearing dark clothes and looked particularly calm among a group of monks who were waiting for battle.

He even blinked at Xie Qingmo from a distance.

Following the order given by the presiding elder, the area suddenly burst into light, and everyone rushed towards the heart-shaped knot floating in the air.

As Jinchen moved slightly, the heart-shaped knot fell steadily into his open palm.

There was an uproar.

Jinchen held the warm heart-shaped knot in his hand, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Xie Qingmo who was leaning against the railing.

Under the gazes of countless astonishment or envy, Jinchen stretched out his fingers and began to slowly and leisurely untie the heart-shaped knot that contained the blessing of his fellow Taoist priests.

"You..." Xie Qingmo was a little confused.

Soon, Jinchen completely dismantled the delicate knot, leaving only a few strands of tough, soft, and warmly lustrous red ropes of love grass in his hand.

He stuffed the red string into Xie Qingmo's hand, "I don't want someone else's, Xie Qingmo, make me a knot that I can give to my Taoist partner."

Xie Qingmo held the warm red ropes in his hands, and his eyes suddenly turned red. All the sour jealousy caused by others' coveting him disappeared at this moment.

His cheeks were burning and his ears were slightly red, but he agreed without hesitation in front of everyone.

"it is good."

He took the red rope and his fingertips flew.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 100! 】