Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Gong Miaoyin was completely bewildered. She had clearly hidden herself well before. Why was she suddenly exposed? And in public? Yet, no one came to answer her question.

She left the Sword Sect in a daze, her figure looking lonely and desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In the end, Gong Miaoyin was kicked out.

"Master, what about this evil cultivator..." the elder of the Discipline Hall asked.

"Investigate carefully. If they haven't harmed any of the sect members, just drive them away," Que Feichen said. "Don't hurt any innocent people."

"Yes." The elder of the Discipline Hall took the order and left.

Chi Xuanye looked at Que Feichen with some surprise.

Que Feichen looked at Quan Jiuxi with tenderness in his eyes, "Junior sister, you are right, demon cultivators and demons are not the same, it's just a choice."

Quan Jiuxi smiled slightly but did not answer.

This demon cultivator will be of great use in the future and cannot die so early.

……

The wind was still raging, and the sky and the earth were covered in white, like a huge silver world.

Quan Jiuxi and Chi Xuanye returned to Xuefeng.

Tomorrow is the day to set off for the secret realm, the Xuanhuang Secret Realm is located in the Yanhuo Valley.

It is said that it is a small world independently created by an ancient powerful being.

Not only are there majestic and powerful monsters guarding the place, but there are also countless rare spiritual plants and herbs, as well as precious martial arts secrets.

It can be said that opportunities and dangers coexist here, and it is a difficult test for practitioners.

Every hundred years, the major sects would carefully select disciples between the Golden Core stage and the Foundation Establishment stage and send them to this mysterious place for trials.

When the two of them walked to Quan Jiuxi's door, Chi Xuanye stopped and stood firmly in front of Quan Jiuxi.

"Master." He called softly.

The boy has now grown up, his posture is as straight as a pine tree, and his broad shoulders seem able to carry a thousand-pound burden.

He was wearing a long robe as white as snow, with a bright red waist ornament, which was the proof of his status as an inner sect disciple.

Quan Jiuxi had to raise his head slightly to meet his deep gaze.

Little Chi Xuanye is actually a very gentle and kind person, but he doesn't show much expression on weekdays and always seems particularly indifferent.

"What's wrong?" Quan Jiuxi asked puzzledly.

Chi Xuanye's Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his eyes and looked at her closely.

After a while, his voice was as hoarse as if it had been honed by sand and stone, and he slowly said, "Master, do you think all demons are bad?"

Quan Jiuxi's eyes trembled slightly, and he changed his tone temporarily: "Of course they are all bad."

"Is... is that so?" Chi Xuanye answered stutteringly, his body stiffened slightly in an instant, and a haze of sadness seemed to spread between his beautiful eyebrows.

A pair of originally bright purple eyes instantly lost their luster, like two dim stars.

"What? Are you so concerned about the demons?" Quan Jiuxi moved slightly closer to him, not missing any expression on his face.

He took a step back in panic, his long eyelashes drooping, covering all his expressions. "No, Master, I'm just a little curious."

Quan Jiuxi pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, and the corners of his eyes seemed to blush with sadness as he stared at the boy.

"Let's go to the secret realm tomorrow and I will teach you a set of quick sword techniques." Quan Jiuxi's voice was crisp and pleasant.

"Okay." Chi Xuanye responded softly.

……

The sword in Quan Jiuxi's hand seemed to be given a living soul in an instant. She formed seals with her hands gracefully, and the Qingshuang Sword, wrapped in a biting cold wind, instantly transformed into countless dreamy sword shadows in the air.

The sword moves were extremely sharp and as fast as the wind. Every time the sword was swung out, it was like a meteor across the night sky, carrying with it a dazzling light and a sharp sound of breaking wind, rolling up layers of dreamy snow mist.

Chi Xuanye stood quietly not far away, staring at Quan Jiuxi who was performing sword moves.

She was dressed in white, her skirt fluttering in the wind, just like a snow lotus blooming proudly in the snow, noble and beautiful.

Her long hair like a waterfall danced lightly in the wind, her bright eyes sparkled, her facial features were more delicate than before, and every line seemed to be carefully carved by God.

Snow began to fall slowly from the sky, and the white snowflakes fluttered down, landing on her head, shoulders, and her long eyelashes, but leaving a heart-warming moisture in his eyes.

At this moment, she looked like a beautiful dreamlike painting.

At this moment, Chi Xuanye's world seemed to be left with only this dreamlike scene. He felt his heart beating irregularly as if it was violently hit by a naughty deer.

Every beat is filled with deep attachment and obsession.

After finishing a set of sword techniques, Quan Jiuxi gracefully made a gorgeous sword flower and looked at Chi Xuanye.

Even when she approached, Chi Xuanye still hadn't come back to his senses.

"What's wrong?" Quan Jiuxi patted his shoulder, and the warmth of his palm seemed to penetrate through his clothes and reach his heart.

Chi Xuanye shuddered, snapping back to his senses from his trance. He looked at Quan Jiuxi with a panicked and evasive gaze, "Master, I see clearly."

Quan Jiuxi nodded gently, sitting lazily on the quaint wooden chair, his voice cold, "Go, try it."

Chi Xuanye took a deep breath and swung the sword in his hand seriously, just like Quan Jiuxi had just done.

At first, his movements were quite smooth, and the sword in his hand seemed to have some power.

However, as the sword moves progressed, the subsequent movements became less and less skilled and gradually became a little messy.

Quan Jiuxi just looked at him calmly, then stood up and walked behind him.

Her hand was like a soft feather, resting gently on his wrist.

Suddenly, a clear and fragrant scent approached. It was the unique breath of Quan Jiuxi. Quan Jiuxi's voice, as clear as a spring, came to my ears, "Next, I will take you through it."

The tips of Chi Xuanye's ears turned red uncontrollably, quickly spreading to his neck.

He nodded hesitantly, and even his breathing became cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing this moment of tranquility and beauty.

Under the leadership of Quan Jiuxi, a set of sword moves ended smoothly.

Chi Xuanye felt that his palms were already wet, full of sweat caused by nervousness and excitement.

"Master, I have learned it." There was a hint of joy in his voice.

Quan Jiuxi nodded slightly, her long hair like a waterfall swaying gently with her movements, and a few strands of hair brushed across her delicate face, adding a bit of softness.

"We have to find time to practice on the way out tomorrow. It's getting late, so we should get some rest."

"Yes." Chi Xuanye responded, his eyes showing seriousness.

He looked at Quan Jiuxi's departing back until the figure disappeared in the snow, then he slowly turned around and went back to the room.