Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

There was not a trace of impurities in her eyes, only his shadow, like the deepest love, surrounding him tightly.

At that moment, Zheyan seemed to be able to feel that her every heartbeat and every breath were closely related to him.

At this moment, his heart was deeply touched by these eyes full of him.

Meng Qiqi raised her eyes slightly and saw Zhe Yan looking at her with a smile on his face. That smile was like a blooming spring flower, warm and bright.

However, Meng Qiqi just smiled lightly, her eyes slightly lowered, the smile in her eyes did not reach her eyes, without any warmth, like ice in winter.

In this complicated world of immortals and heroes, she has long been accustomed to hiding her true feelings and observing everything around her with indifference.

In her opinion, Zheyan's smile might just be a carefully choreographed show.

Meng Qiqi raised her face slightly to meet Zhe Yan's brilliant smile, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

The corners of her mouth inadvertently curled up into a sarcastic smile, as if mocking his naive affection.

That cold gaze was like a sharp blade, piercing through Zheyan's enthusiasm and freezing his smile.

Meng Qiqi's gaze passed through Zhe Yan's smile indifferently, as if she was looking at nothingness.

The corners of Zheyan's mouth rose slightly, outlining an arc that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as if mocking his own naiveté.

There was no emotion in her eyes, like an ancient well with no bottom to be seen. Zheyan hid all her emotions deeply.

Meng Qiqi's steps did not pause at all. Her indifference was like the cold wind in winter, blowing mercilessly through Zheyan's heart.

Zheyan stared at Meng Qiqi quietly, with a complicated light in his eyes.

Meng Qiqi had no reaction to the emotional hints from those around her, as if emotional matters had nothing to do with her. Her smile revealed an unintentional indifference.

Zheyan sighed in her heart. It seemed that she would never understand those subtle emotional fluctuations, just like the misty forest she had never set foot in.

Her innocence and ignorance made him feel helpless, but also had an indescribable attraction that made him want to explore the secrets deep in her heart.

Zheyan came down from the peach tree: "Qiqi, your swordsmanship has indeed improved a lot recently."

Meng Qiqi turned her head to look at Zhe Yan, and swung the sword in her hand into a sword flower: "It's just hard practice every day."

Zhe Yan raised an eyebrow, walked over to her side, reached out and lightly flicked the sword, making a crisp sound. "I think it's more than just diligent practice. Are you hoping to defeat me, your master, as soon as possible?"

Meng Qiqi said with a smile: "If Master is afraid, you can just beg for mercy now."

Zheyan feigned fear and took a step back. "Oh my, Qiqi is so powerful now, how dare I be your master? Why don't you teach me swordsmanship from now on?"

Meng Qiqi rolled her eyes at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense here."

Zheyan leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling. "Seriously, you're practicing swordsmanship so diligently. Do you have other motives? For example, do you want to use this swordsmanship to protect someone you love?"

Meng Qiqi's face instantly turned cold: "Master Zheyan, if you continue to make such boring jokes, don't blame me for being rude." As she said that, Meng Qiqi gripped the hilt of the sword tightly.

Seeing this, Zhe Yan quickly waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything. But don't tire yourself out too much."

After saying that, Zheyan stood aside helplessly and watched Meng Qiqi continue practicing sword.

Bai Zhen followed and said to Zhe Yan with a smile, "You're teasing Qiqi again. Don't you understand her personality? Once she finds something, she has to master it to the fullest."

Zhe Yan shrugged: "I was just joking, who knew she would take it so seriously."

Bai Zhen looked at Meng Qiqi with a doting look in his eyes: "Qiqi is like this, stubborn and hardworking."

Meng Qiqi retracted her sword and walked over, saying, "Shangxian Bai Zhen, please stop speaking well of Master. Master is clearly teasing me on purpose."

Bai Zhen patted Meng Qiqi's shoulder and said, "Your master has always been like this. You don't have to take it to heart. But your persistence is admirable. In time, your swordsmanship will surely surpass many people in the world."

Meng Qiqi smiled faintly after hearing this: "Thank you for the compliment, Immortal Bai Zhen. I just don't want to fall behind others."

Zhe Yan snorted, "You girl, you really don't know how to be humble."

Meng Qiqi retorted, "Why should I be humble in front of my master?"

The three of them smiled at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed. Meng Qiqi picked up the sword again, ready to continue practicing, while Zheyan and Bai Zhen sat aside drinking tea and chatting.

As he was speaking, Zheyan seemed to sense something and looked up at the horizon, a smile playing on his lips: "Speaking of people with superb swordsmanship, that Supreme God Mo Yuan should be arriving soon."

Meng Qiqi paused when she heard this, her eyes filled with anticipation: "Lord Mo Yuan? Is he the legendary Lord with exceptional swordsmanship?"

Zheyan nodded: "Exactly. He returned from his travels and passed by here today. He heard that there are people here who are obsessed with swordsmanship, so he wanted to come and take a look."

Bai Zhen put down his teacup and straightened his clothes: "It's been a long time since we last met. I really miss you."

Not long after, a dark figure slowly approached.

Lord Mo Yuan stood tall and straight, his black robe moving in the wind, like a banished immortal descending to earth.

He landed in front of the crowd, his eyes sweeping over them gently.

When he saw Meng Qiqi, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is this the diligent swordsman you mentioned?"

Zhe Yan smiled and said, "That's right."

Meng Qiqi bowed respectfully, "Greetings to Lord Mo Yuan. I have always admired His swordsmanship and would appreciate your guidance."

Lord Mo Yuan gently raised his hand to help her up. "No need to be so polite. I see you have a good foundation. You will become a great person in the future."

After saying that, he drew the sword from his waist and began to demonstrate his exquisite sword moves.

Meng Qiqi watched without blinking, her heart filled with amazement.

After Lord Mo Yuan finished demonstrating his sword moves, he looked at Meng Qiqi and said, "Just follow my example and do it again."

Meng Qiqi responded, tightened her grip on the sword, and tried hard to recall what Lord Mo Yuan had just done.

But he was a little flustered right from the start, and his sword moves became disorganized.

Lord Mo Yuan did not blame her, but walked over to her and corrected her posture.

"You need to raise your arms higher and keep your steps steady." Lord Mo Yuan said softly.

Meng Qiqi adjusted according to his instructions, and when she attacked again, she looked somewhat like the real fighter.

After repeating this several times, Meng Qiqi gradually mastered the key points and her sword moves became more powerful.

A glint of approval flashed in Lord Mo Yuan's eyes: "You have a high level of understanding. You just need to practice diligently."

Meng Qiqi looked at Lord Mo Yuan with gratitude: "Thank you for your careful guidance, Lord. I will definitely work harder."

High God Mo Yuan nodded slightly, then looked at Zhe Yan and Bai Zhen: "This girl has a promising future. Zhe Yan, you have found a good disciple. You must supervise her well in the future."

Zheyan and Bai Zhen quickly agreed.

Then, Lord Mo Yuan gave Meng Qiqi some instructions on the secrets of swordsmanship before transforming into a streak of light and leaving.

Meng Qiqi looked at the direction where he was going away, and secretly made up her mind to practice her swordsmanship to even greater perfection.

Since that day, Meng Qiqi got up early and went to bed late every day, practicing sword skills diligently.

His swordsmanship improved day by day, and he was now able to skillfully use the sword moves taught by the Supreme God Mo Yuan.

But she knew in her heart that mastering the swordsmanship alone was not enough.

Seeing Meng Qiqi's accomplishments in medicine and swordsmanship, Zheyan was moved and said, "Qiqi, I see that you have a calm mind, and now I want to teach you another skill."

Meng Qiqi's eyes lit up: "Master, what skill is this?"