Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Watching Jiuli enter the Qianyuan Sword Sect's headquarters, Qin Linyu felt a little reluctant. It seemed that he had to make Jiuli his wife as soon as possible, otherwise he couldn't bear to be separated from her every day. It would be better to marry her as soon as possible.

He stood at the door until Jiuli's figure disappeared and then turned back to his own residence. The two families were separated by only the Wentian Demon Sect. The distance was not close, but for Qin Linyu it was very close and he could get there in almost an incense stick of time.

The news that they came and went almost simultaneously was reported back to the main family by spies from each family. Everyone calmed down and prepared to see how the Shangguan family would perform. Some were even ready to send their daughters to the ancient holy land. After all, the one who is close to the water gets the moon first.

Everything seems calm on the surface, but undercurrents are surging in private.

The next day, Qin Linyu arrived at Qianyuan Sword Sect early and chatted with Yu Ning there as usual. He estimated that it was about time before going to Jiuli's yard.

Yu Ning was left puzzled. Why do you have the time to go to Shangguan's house and bother him? Ahhhh.

"Has your master woken up?" Qin Linyu knocked gently at the gate of the courtyard and asked the two maids who came out.

"The Saint has gotten up and is practicing swordplay." The slightly taller, oval-faced maid on the left said with a smile, "The Saint has told you not to report to her and to just go in."

"Yes," Qin Linyu nodded, then stopped and asked, "Are there any other people who have this treatment?"

Hearing this, the maid leading the way in front lowered her eyes slightly to hide the smile in her eyes. Only then did she realize that Young Master Qin really cared about the Saint Girl and was already jealous.

"Master Qin, you are worrying too much. No one except the Sect Master and the Patriarch has this treatment. You are the first person the Saint Maiden has asked for."

The smile on Qin Linyu's face became more and more intense, but he restrained it very well. If you didn't look carefully, you would probably think you were dazzled. This was obviously the same murderous and ruthless Young Master Qin.

"Well, you are good at talking. What's your name?" Qin Linyu stopped and looked at the maid with an oval face on the left.

She has a slender figure, an oval face and willow-shaped eyebrows, and is of good appearance.

"Xiyun, a maid serving the Saint since childhood," Xiyun lowered her head, strictly abided by the rules, and had a clear position in her mind.

"Serve her well and you will be rewarded." Qin Linyu glanced over.

"Yes." Xiyun agreed. It seemed that Young Master Qin was serious. The head of the family could rest assured, but he still had to observe.

Jiuli was practicing sword skills under the peach blossom tree. She was as graceful as a startled swan and as elegant as a swimming dragon. She didn't use any spiritual power at all, but one could see that her sword skills were unfathomable, powerful, gorgeous and swift.

When Qin Linyu came in, he noticed at first sight that the sword technique seemed gorgeous and splendid, but in fact it was quite lethal.

Seeing the two people coming in, Jiuli put away the sword and put it into the scabbard casually. The whole set of movements was as natural as flowing water.

"Why did you come so early? What are your plans?" Jiuli sat on the stone chair next to her and motioned Xiyun to serve tea.

"It has a reputation for different scenery in each season. I have nothing to do, can you and I travel together today?" Qin Linyu lifted his robe, sat opposite, and looked straight at Jiuli.

The whole person is like a peacock with its tail spread out. I feel annoyed. Is it because he is not good-looking today? Why didn't I look at him?

It was a waste of his time choosing clothes.

"How can I refuse Young Master Qin's invitation? But what you are wearing today is really flashy." Jiuli poured a glass of peach blossom wine, pushed it over, and couldn't stop smiling.

"Is it fancy?" Qin Linyu moved uncomfortably. Old Qin clearly said it looked good? Was the old guy lying to him? When he got back, he would see how he dealt with the old man.

"Not really, it makes you look even more handsome. I don't know how many girls you will charm when you go out." Jiuli chuckled.

"It's enough for me to confuse one of you. I can't stand two more." Qin Linyu's smug look was like that of a young boy who had not experienced much of the world. How could it be expressed in a high-spirited dream?

What seems to be joking and playful is actually serious.

"Then you have to hold on to me tightly, otherwise I will run away with someone else," Jiuli's smile became more and more charming.

"With someone as outstanding as me here, who else can you fancy?" Qin Linyu said calmly, full of confidence, "If you really fancy someone else, please tell me."

Then he let that person know the price of snatching his wife from him, but his face was serious, and no matter how Jiuli looked at him, she could not see any bad intentions, as if he was really innocent.

"That's right. You are so outstanding and impeccable. Who else could I fall for?" Jiuli lowered her head and drank peach blossom wine.

"Of course. Don't you see who I am?" Qin Linyu was so proud of the compliment.

"The nominal young master of the Ancient Holy Land, the actual sect leader, the feared Qin Linyu." Jiuli's eyes were gentle with a little pity. He was forced into this.

"Jiuli, if you keep praising me like this, I will ascend to heaven," Qin Linyu touched the jade token on his waist, "You promised me that you would accompany me on the trip, when are we going to leave?"

Qin Linyu brought the topic back to where it had gone off track.

"Let's go. Today it all depends on you." Jiuli finished drinking the peach blossom wine, stood up and stretched out her hand towards Qin Linyu.

"Okay, I promise you'll have fun," Qin Linyu raised his hand and touched it, and they separated immediately, still savoring the feeling.

After walking out of the camp side by side, Qin Linyu turned sideways to look at Jiuli beside him and pointed at the nails that were scattered in the dark.

"It's a bit far from here, and you're not very familiar with it. Can I take you there?" Qin Linyu's words were full of thoughts.

"It is my honor to be able to be brought with you by Young Master Qin, so I will accept it with great respect." Jiuli put away the long sword in his hand, "I will be waiting for it."

"You should call me by my name, Linyu." Qin Linyu said in a dissatisfied tone, but he still summoned his natal sword and stepped on it, and stretched out his hand to Jiuli, "You must hold me tight, don't get blown away."

"Okay," Jiuli raised her hand and grabbed Qin Linyu's sleeve.

The long sword appeared in the sky in the blink of an eye, turning into a stream of purple light, and the scenery quickly retreated past the two of them.

Qin Linyu took the time to talk to Jiuli behind him. Because the wind was too loud, he raised his hand to set up a purple barrier.

"How come you have time to come out with me today? Why didn't you go to watch those games?" Qin Linyu looked straight ahead, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "You are a well-known practice fanatic."

"No matter how hard you look at it, there are only a few that are pleasing to the eye. There's nothing to see. Besides, I'm confident in my own abilities." As for the cultivation maniac? She didn't admit it.

"It seems that you are very confident in this competition." Qin Linyu also looked disapproving, "This first place must belong to you."

"Of course," Jiuli said with full confidence.

If she loses to these little kids, she will be too ashamed to face people. As for bullying the weak? Sorry, she doesn't know.