Xiandao Linglong

"Master Ye?"

When Ye Qi returned to Ningjiabao drenched in the rain, everyone was sitting in the front hall, worrying and lamenting. Only Ning Wanqing noticed Ye Qi who came back in a daze!

"You...is your problem solved?" Ye Qi asked with some guilt in his heart.

He originally stood up for Ning Wanqing out of chivalry and didn't want his friend to be forced into submission by force, but in the end he lost his mind because of a few words from someone.

Not only did he fail to solve Ning Wanqing's problem, but his impulsive words intensified the conflict, and Ning Wanqing had to bear the final sin.

"I... I think it's settled... Qi Lin and I agreed to a duel to get engaged... If... If I lose... The worst that can happen is I'll just die! Who wants to be a concubine to a playboy? Anyway... Anyway, Sister Bai is in your hands. If you dare to make her cry even a single tear again, I'll find you in my dreams even if I become a ghost!"

Ning Wanqing was smiling and looking calm at first, but as she spoke, tears began to fall one after another like raindrops outside.

No matter how hard she tried to control herself, tears would always flow out of her eyes. She turned around and rubbed her eyes twice, and her eyes turned red and pink like a rabbit. Then she laughed and cried, and at the last moment when she could no longer control her emotions, she turned around and ran out!

"Do you have any ideas?" Ye Qi asked Jingshu, who seemed to be sulking.

Jingshu stood up without even looking at him and walked out without looking back. Looking at the expressions of the two, Ye Qi, who stayed where he was, looked around at the people who were still sitting there, not knowing what they were thinking. Feeling embarrassed, he scratched his head and followed them out.

I followed them all the way to Ning Wanqing's door and secretly listened to the two girls whispering to each other!

"Sister Bai! I'm so scared. I don't want to die, and I don't want to fall into the hands of that disgusting guy!"

Ning Wanqing was lying on the bed with her arms and legs spread out. She didn't look like a lady from a noble family at all. She just looked like a little girl who was powerless to fight against her fate!

"Stop talking! It's a martial arts engagement. If you can beat him, won't all the problems be solved?"

"That being said, that guy is also a well-known gangster leader in the area. How could I possibly beat him?" Ning Wanqing said dejectedly.

"Why are you so stupid! No matter how powerful he is, he is just a martial artist. How can a martial artist beat a cultivator?" Jing Shu tapped Ning Wanqing's head lightly and said.

"Sister Bai means... I understand!"

After listening to this, Ning Wanqing suddenly realized that there is an essential difference between cultivating immortals and practicing martial arts, but not everyone can cultivate immortals. She couldn't explain the specific reasons, but one thing she could be sure of was that those who cultivated immortals were much stronger than those who practiced martial arts.

"But you also know that we just had a fight. It's up to you whether you can ask him for help!" Jingshu spread her hands and said helplessly.

Then the two of them sat and lay casually on the bed, and fell asleep unknowingly. When they opened their eyes again, it was dark, and Ning Wanqing beside them was nowhere to be seen!

"Ye... Young Master Ye... you..."

Late at night, only Ye Qi's room was lit by candlelight. A graceful figure pushed open the door and walked in, two fingers interlocked, looking a little at a loss.

Ye Qi sat on the chair in the room somewhat awkwardly. Ning Wanqing took the teacup and poured a cup of tea herself and placed it in front of Ye Qi. Seeing how flustered she was, it seemed that the eldest lady of the Ning family had never served anyone before!

But it was also because of this that I was used to Ning Wanqing's cool and unrestrained side, and it was hard for me to adapt to her sudden lowering of her posture for a while.

Ye Qi reached out and grasped the teacup, bringing it to his lips and taking a sip. He raised his head slightly and gazed into Ning Wanqing's eyes. He said somewhat unnaturally, "Miss Ning! You're visiting me so late at night. If you have anything to say, just speak frankly!"

"Young Master Ye, please call me Qing'er! I can't bear to be called Miss!"

Ning Wanqing slowly sat down, secretly glanced at Ye Qi, and continued: "I didn't expect that Mr. Ye is actually a disciple of the Qiongyang Sect. It was Qing'er who was willful before. I hope you don't take it to heart!"

Ye Qi waved his hand and quietly watched Ning Wanqing, who had gone against her usual practice of laying so much groundwork. What on earth was she coming to him for?

Seeing Ye Qi's expressionless expression, Ning Wanqing's beautiful eyes flashed with worry. Her jade hands stroked the teacup. After a moment, she mustered up the courage and said, "Young Master Ye, can you teach me how to practice?"

"This... is a bit difficult..." Ye Qi said after touching his chin and thinking for a moment.

"Master Ye, I can take you as my master as long as you are willing to teach me!" Ning Wanqing got excited and stood up and knelt down. She knew what Ye Qi was hesitating about. In this world, there is nothing that can be obtained without hard work. Inheritance has been valued by the world since ancient times.

Seeing this, Ye Qi hurried forward and dragged her up from her kneeling position. He scratched his head in bewilderment and said, "Miss Ning, please stand up quickly. I cannot accept such a generous gift. But Miss Ning thinks too highly of me. With my humble skills, I'm not qualified to become an apprentice! Besides, I don't have much time!"

After hearing this, Ning Wanqing lost the last hope in her heart, and walked out of the room in despair!

On the morning of the second day, Ning Wanqing dragged a listless body onto the fighting stage. She knew that although Qi Lin was as uneducated as a gangster, he was the only son of the Qi family after all. He would be in charge of the Qi Family Castle in the future. It was impossible for him to be like a mediocre person. She was afraid that if a fight really broke out, he would be no worse than her brothers.

"Wait! I also want to marry Miss Qing'er. How about we have a fight?"

Just as the competition was about to begin, a voice was heard from the audience. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice. The person who spoke was Jingshu, who was dressed as a man.

"Brother Baicai! I knew you wouldn't abandon me!" Ning Wanqing looked at Jingshu coming out, and her energy instantly became lively. She jumped over and hugged her.

Jingshu also smiled lovingly and touched Ning Wanqing's head. This intimate action made Qi Lin grit his teeth and feel itchy in his heart.

His long-deceased daughter usually behaves very aloofly, but today, she was cuddling with other men right under his nose. If this gets out, where will he put his face? Where will the Qi family's reputation be?

"Master Qi! What do you think?"

Jingshu deliberately acted very intimate in order to make Qi Lin so angry that he would agree to compete with her. In this way, she could decide whether Ning Wanqing would stay or go, and there would be no future trouble. After all, she would not stay in Ningjiabao forever.

"If you dare to touch my woman, I will make you suffer. If you want to walk off the ring with all your limbs intact, then show your strength!"