Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

Because flying boats are much faster than flying swords, the journey that took them two months to come here only took them one month to return. However, compared to their high spirits and excitement when they came, the group seemed particularly silent on their way back to Lingyun Sword Sect.

With the help of Yue Qian, Lin Xi pushed the wooden wheelchair onto the deck of the flying boat.

This wheelchair was made for her by Song Qingshu. This usually erratic male cultivator finally showed some composure after experiencing a series of misfortunes including his companion being injured, his sister going missing, his brother becoming depressed, etc. He was especially polite to Lin Xi, the benefactor who risked her life to pick flowers for them. Therefore, when Lin Xi proposed to build such a peculiarly shaped chair, he did not ask any questions, but took on the task without hesitation.

The wheels and armrests of the wheelchair were polished very finely, without a single burr, and it glided very smoothly. The thresholds of all areas of the flying boat except for a few disciples' rooms had been completely removed, so Lin Xi could basically move freely. But when she suggested going to the deck to get some fresh air, Yue Qian insisted on following her out, and Lin Xi's objection was futile and she had to agree.

The weather was nice today, a rare good day in the past month. Lin Xi enjoyed the breeze for a while and felt that the depression she had been feeling in bed for the past few days had dissipated a lot. Looking at the clouds and mists flying past the two sides of the flying boat, she raised her head and asked Yue Qian beside her, "Master Yue, we should be there soon, right?"

Yue Qian straightened her wind-twisted hair and smiled for the first time in a month. Her tone was a bit cheerful, "Well, if nothing unexpected happens, we will be able to reach the sect at dusk tomorrow. The sect leader and the elders will send people to meet us at the mountain gate."

"I really admire the fact that a sect can cultivate a Taoist priest like Taoist Yue who is able to help the poor and needy and has powerful magical powers." Lin Xi showed a look of longing on her face.

"There are so many talented people in the sect, and many of my senior brothers and sisters are better than me. I don't deserve Miss Lin's praise." Yue Qian shook her head, showing a bit of shame, but then changed the subject, "But helping the poor and the needy, slaying demons and monsters is indeed the motto of our sect. Master and the elders also often teach us to be chivalrous, defend the way with swords, and protect the people..."

When talking about her own sect, Yue Qian, who was usually taciturn, also became talkative. Looking at the proud and high-spirited expression on her face, Lin Xi couldn't help but be full of expectations for this sword-cultivating sect that, in the original plot, faced the threat of hundreds of immortal sects, and had three thousand disciples fighting to the end but no one surrendered.

Seeing Lin Xi looking at her with bright eyes, Yue Qian felt a little embarrassed and stopped praising her own sect. She changed the subject and said, "As for your injury, Miss Lin, we have already sent a message to Fifth Uncle and told him about your condition. He will definitely be able to heal you."

Lin Xi agreed with a smile. In fact, she had completely adapted to her current appearance over the past month. However, if conditions permitted, who could refuse a healthy body?

It seemed that they had arrived at the territory under the jurisdiction of their own sect and finally no longer had to endure the bitter wind and rain and fear. Yue Qian seemed to have finally opened up and pulled Lin Xi aside to talk a lot. She didn't stop until a fellow apprentice sister expressed a wish to ask her about magic. Lin Xi politely declined her request to be pushed back to the house, saying that she wanted to bask in the sun for a while longer. Only then did she send this unsatisfied person away.

After enjoying the breeze alone for a while, Lin Xi rubbed her arms which were a little chilled and prepared to go back. However, as soon as she put her hands on the wooden wheel, a snow-blue robe fell on her.

Smelling the faint scent of snow orchid wafting from her nose, her heart skipped a beat and she quickly turned her head, her tone full of undisguised surprise, "Cousin! You're back!"

"Yeah." Wei Qingchuan, who was standing behind her, had his black hair tied up high. Because he had given his loose outer robe to Lin Xi, he was now wearing a lighter-colored, narrow-sleeved sword-training suit. Compared to the last time Lin Xi saw him half a month ago, he had a somewhat decadent posture. The temperament of Wei Qingchuan in front of her seemed to be a bit colder. He just stood there quietly, like a long sword shining with cold light, which made people dare not look directly at him.

His face was stern, and his calm eyes softened a little when he looked down at Lin Xi who was sitting in a wheelchair, "Want to go back?"

"I originally wanted to go back." Lin Xi lowered her eyes, as if she was a little afraid to look him in the eye, "I don't want to anymore."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head away as if she was afraid that Wei Qingchuan would ask her why, so as not to let him see her expression. Little did she know that her red earlobes had already revealed her thoughts completely.

"it is good."

Wei Qingchuan stared at her furry head in a daze for a long while, and his mind couldn't help but recall the pitiful look of her that night when she tearfully asked him, "If I can't stand up again, will my cousin no longer want me?" His heart softened a little, and he didn't ask her why in an unromantic way. He just quietly pushed her wheelchair to the side of the boat so that she could see the scenery in the distance more clearly, and he stood quietly not far from her.

After a while, Lin Xi felt that the heat on her face was finally blown away by the cool breeze. She carefully raised her head and quietly looked at Wei Qingchuan who was standing beside her facing the wind. She said softly, "Cousin, is your matter settled?"

Hearing Lin Xi's words, Wei Qingchuan's eyes darkened, and he nodded almost imperceptibly, his tone a little vague, as if he was answering Lin Xi, but also seemed to be answering himself, "It's all over."

"That's good." Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Lin Xi didn't ask any more questions and just responded hesitantly.

"How is your injury?" Wei Qingchuan asked, as if realizing that his attitude was too cold.

"Except for my legs which still cannot walk, everything else is almost healed." Lin Xi's fingers unconsciously scratched the blanket covering her legs and she forced a smile.

Hearing her say this, Wei Qingchuan pursed his lips, his eyes swept over Lin Xi's legs wrapped in a blanket, and his tone became softer, "Fifth Uncle has sent me a message saying that he can cure your leg, don't worry."

"I know. Taoist Yue has already told me. Thank you for your concern." Lin Xi nodded obediently, seeming a little embarrassed.

"I told you that this is what we should do, you don't have to do this." Seeing her cautious attitude, Wei Qingchuan sighed silently, knowing that she was afraid that he would abandon her, and comforted her more patiently.

"I understand." Lin Xi finally smiled again.

A gust of cool wind blew by, Lin Xi gathered her clothes and coughed softly. Wei Qingchuan frowned and silently took a step towards the wind outlet, blocking most of the cool wind for Lin Xi. Then he said, "Go in. Your injuries are not healed yet. If you catch a cold, it will be worse."

"it is good."