Pride falls

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A villain is saved by an unwitting protagonist.

in the cave.

Wake up by the fire.

Zhou Qian opened her eyes and saw Song Qingjue, who was sitting cross-legged on a rock adding branches to warm the fire.

This man was very handsome, wearing a torn white shirt, he built a decent platform out of broken stones, and the flames crackled the branches.The cave was quiet and damp, but there was only a hint of warmth here.

"Brother," Song Qingjue looked up at him, "you're awake."

"Is it still cold?"

Plans can never keep up with changes.

Zhou Qian shook her head, half lying on the stone wall, wondering what went wrong.This junior brother didn't know him well, so why would he rush to the execution platform to save him in front of the entire Immortal Sect.

He also took a few whips for him.

The skin is tender and fleshy, and at the neckline of the inner jacket, there is a small circle of red marks on the white skin.

Red and purple, it hurts to look at it.

Now that Zhou Qian has practiced the way of magic, he has received dozens of lashes from the master of the immortal family, and his body is dull and his head is dizzy.As for the injuries on his body, he was randomly given some pills to replenish Qi and blood before he fell into a coma...

The pain was less.

He remembered, those Ling Xiao medicine pills were very valuable, and he didn't seem to be willing to use his own, but this little junior brother...

Zhou Qian couldn't laugh or cry.

"Why did you save me?"

In the light of the fire, the little junior brother of the Xian family stared at the fire and bowed his head, and said for a long time:

"If you want to save it, you will save it."

On weekdays, Zhou Qian only heard that this junior brother was just showing up, and he looked a little cute, making people want to bully him.

He only vaguely remembered a few rounds of tricks with this little junior a few months ago, and he blamed himself for not knowing how to strike. Afterwards... it seemed that he had given him medicine.

But the two are different in age after all, apart from the weekly Immortal Gate meeting, they have met a few times when they left in a hurry...

The rest are not impressed.Just remember the name.

—they have nothing to do with each other.

"If you want to save it, you will save it."

Zhou Qian was speechless at this answer and sighed.

He turned to the magic way behind his back, and today is the time to catch all of them.Now, the plans are all gone.

His heart hurts.

Obviously just a little bit.

"What's the point? I'm punished by me, you don't need to risk yourself, so self-willed, how did those old bones teach you, huh?"

The little junior brother bit his lip and said:

"Brother, why are you making things difficult for yourself?"

His junior brother's voice was clear and cold, like stepping on cotton, or wading in the water of a river, with the innocence of a teenager.

Even if Zhou Qian was angry, she couldn't let it out with such a face.

You saved the wrong person.

At this moment, Song Qingjue didn't even raise his head, and sat quietly by the fire to roast the wild mushrooms, turning them over from time to time, and the aroma diffused.

"Thank you very much today, I am very grateful," Zhou Qian half-closed her eyes and said, "Even if your senior brother is kicked out of that broken school, if you need help in the future, your senior brother will definitely protect you."

This is of course polite.

Practicing the way of magic, even if there are millions of dead bodies in the future, you will be able to feel at ease. There is no reason to focus on protecting anyone.There are many rules in Xianmen, and he has long been tired of it.

Repaying kindness with kindness... is even more out of the question.

Maybe Song Qingjue didn't talk so much in the first place, so he said "um" and stopped talking.

The wild boar meat is skewered and grilled on tree branches until it is sizzling with oil.The herbal soup was simmering in the big gourd, and it was also steaming, with a bitter taste in the air.

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After a few cups of tea, Song Qingjue raised his eyes and found Zhou Qian leaning against the stone wall, seemingly falling asleep from exhaustion.

"Brother?"

Zhou Qian's eyelashes trembled restlessly.

"Brother."

Sensing him approaching, he took off his hideous hair tie.The long and smooth hair was spread out and fell around the waist.

Zhou Qian opened her eyes suddenly, and a few strands of black hair were scattered on her forehead.

Seeing Song Qingjue rolling his Adam's apple, he wiped the sweat from his nose with a handkerchief.The other party probed his forehead with the back of his hand, but he was trembling.

"Zhou Qian!"

Zhou Qian pretended not to wake up, and then closed her eyes and replied in a daze: "Ah, little brother... what's wrong?"

"You have a fever."

Song Qingjue's voice trembled a little.

Somewhat casually, he half-closed his beautiful peach eyes to look at Song Qingjue, seductively.But Zhou Qian never cared about these things.

He curled his lips into a smile, and raised his hand to hold the other's wrist.

"Then what should I do? Is there any way?" Zhou Qian coughed softly, "Little brother..."

People who can use it, why not use it.

He is really stupid, why would he care about the face of the Xian family?He is no longer one of them, implicating their disciples... so what is it.

Moreover, he is still a disciple who disobeyed his master, why not turn it into his own use...

Unaware that the other party was full of water, Song Qing never said a word, tore off a piece of sleeve, wet it and covered his forehead, then squatted in front of him to wipe off the cold sweat.

Zhou Qian was really a little dizzy, pretending to be vague, and then fell into the opponent's arms without paying attention.

So warm.

His junior brother is also really generous, still taking care of him with good intentions.

The fire was getting smaller and smaller, the soup was too bitter, Zhou Qian frowned and leaned against him.After drinking the medicine, I noticed that a large piece of wild pork was roasting on the fire, and it was sizzling and oily.

He took a bite of the wild mushroom handed over by the other party. It didn't smell as good as it smelled, but it was quite chewy.When Song Qingjue handed the fruit to his mouth, he was finally discouraged and seduced:

"Hey, Junior Brother, I want to go down the mountain. Don't you think... Going to an inn to get a room is more comfortable than a cave?"

"There is also good wine and good meat to serve..."

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Stepping into the night, Song Qingjue avoided the search and carried him down the mountain until he reached the foot of the mountain.

The night was thick, and there was a small town not far away with bright lights.Suddenly the person carrying him paused and stopped.

"I've seen my brothers and sisters."

"Coincidentally, isn't this Zhou Qian? And our little junior brother? It seems that the punishment today is not very heavy."

Two Xianmen disciples were dressed in white shirts, their sabers had a faint golden light, and stood in front of them.Zhou Qian raised her eyes slightly, recognized her old friend, and chuckled lightly.

But he couldn't tell whether the two were watching his joke.

"roll……"

Who knew that Zhou Qian's tone was soft and hoarse, and it sounded like she was sick.

There is no momentum at all.

Miserable, why is he so miserable.

"Senior Brother Cangyuan, Senior Sister Zhenzhen, excuse me."

Song Qingjue was helping him out.Zhou Qian was also really sleepy, her head was so dizzy that she unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck.

The Xianmen disciples didn't intend to let him go just like that, and one of them continued to say in a joking tone:

"Hey, little junior brother, don't protect him like this. His cultivation of the devil way is scary... It's a disgrace to the immortal family. Why are you saving him?"

"Senior brother and sister, don't slander."

Song Qingjue was originally imposing, but now his face was gloomy, giving him a very unfriendly look, but Zhou Qian on his back didn't know it.

"Little brother, you don't know! Zhou Qian! I'm used to relying on my strength and domineering, aren't I? Let's see what good things you have done!"

"Now that everyone in the Immortal Sect is arresting you, saying they want to kill the grass, how dare you bring your junior brother here!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Qian was enlightened.

Are you worried about him?

Say it earlier.

"I'm just tired," Zhou Qian chuckled, but his voice was tired, "It's not illegal to open an inn..."

Song Qingjue followed him with an "um" and said nothing more.

Senior Brother Cangyuan raised his forehead: "He is not serious all day long! Originally, the master wanted to betroth the elder sister to you, but you are fine, you can't think about it like this."

That elder sister who is as beautiful as a peach blossom?The jewel in the palm of that master?

Betrothed to him?

What a joke.

Zhou Qian cheered up: "Is there such a good thing? The old bone hated me to death when he saw me. Why didn't I know?"

Song Qingjue bit his lips and remained silent.

Sister Zhenzhen looked at his head lying on the shoulder of the younger brother without tears, thinking about the friendship of the same school, and did not speak.

On the contrary, Senior Brother Cang Yuan scolded his head and covered his face, it can be seen that he is very angry.

"Zhou Qian, be yourself!"

"Recently, we haven't seen you every day. The news of Elder Sister's love for you has already spread. I never thought that you are thinking about the magic way all day long! When will you change your stubborn temper... You can do it yourself!"

"What's so fierce!" Zhou Qian buried her head and didn't ask any more questions, her mind became even more confused.

After the two finished speaking, they gave Song Qingjue two bottles of medicine before leaving, and told them that there might be too many people here, so they must take good care of their injuries.

And there's-

Don't let Zhou Qian be bullied.

Song Qingjue was stunned in place, and thanked him with lowered eyes.

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Going upstairs to open an inn, Song Qingjue put him on the bed and rubbed the medicine for him.

There were dense whip marks on his back, his junior brother rubbed his fingers with medicine, and Zhou Qian couldn't help crying out in pain.

Xiao Er knocked on the door and brought some food.Song Qingjue poured hot tea and handed it to him, Zhou Qian was stunned: "Little brother, didn't there be wine here?"

"Drinking medicine, not drinking alcohol."

Song Qingjue served the porridge as if he wanted to feed him, Zhou Qian quickly waved his hands, poured some clear soup himself, and drank it with a spoon.

"Brother, slow down."

They were all light snacks, but after a whole day of hunger, they tasted so delicious.I haven't felt this way for many years.

His face softened a lot, Zhou Qian slapped his head, he almost forgot the business.

I have to find a way to pull him into the magic way.

"Song Qingjue."

"exist."

"Come here."

As a senior, Zhou Qian kindly stretched out his hand to push the loose black hair behind his ears, but Song Qingjue bounced away like an electric shock, and instantly distanced himself from him.

I don't know if it was because of nervousness, but his earlobe was actually thin red.

Zhou Qian swallowed the rice porridge and said helplessly, "Brother cares about you, what are you afraid of me doing?"

Song Qing never answered his question.Zhou Qian couldn't understand why he was silent again, and she was most afraid of being left alone, so she said something with the corners of her mouth.

Ask him how much he has cultivated, and if he has made any progress in the past few months.It's been a while since I established the foundation... I asked him how to take care of his skin so white, anyway, what to talk about.

Ehe.

Sure enough, there was no one whom Zhou Qian couldn't win over.

After finishing the porridge, Zhou Qian was half-sitting, with thick black hair hanging down on the mat, and a little smile in his eyes.

People seem to have the illusion of being a son of a famous fairy family. As long as you don't speak, you are a gentle and gentle gentleman.

And the younger junior brother is very handsome, with a dignified uprightness all over his body. At first glance, he looks like a well-behaved person, and he is also a young man who is just showing his edge in Xianmen.

Zhou Qian praised in her heart that although the old bones of the master are pedantic, they are not without merits.

For example, seeing people... is still very good at it.

Song Qingjue was uncomfortable with his staring eyes, turned his head to look out of the window, and could see a faint light in the darkness.

Suddenly he heard Zhou Qian say: "It seems that you have grown a lot taller, and you look thinner. It seems that you have to ask your seniors to make up for you on weekdays, do you hear me?"

"it is good."

Song Qingjue turned his head, and his eyes happened to fall on his slightly opened and closed thin lips.

"Speaking of junior brother, the food in Xianjia is not very good, and there are too many rules, why don't you just come to my side—"

"Forget it if you become a demon... Wait?! Brother, just talk casually!!"

Ye Shang called out the rain several times, and Song Qingjue picked up his saber and weighed it a few times.Zhou Qian's face was pale, thinking that he was going to finish him here, but he never thought that he would put down his sword and suddenly press him up.

——This time it was Zhou Qian's turn to be dumb.

"You, you..." He was incoherent.

The sound of autumn was rustling, Song Qingjue smiled coldly, and his black eyes flickered under the lamp.In an instant, everything seemed to be dark, and there was nothing to hide.

"Brother, don't make fun of me."

Their faces were so close that Zhou Qian could even feel his breathing.But Song Qingjue just stretched out his hand to probe his forehead, then heaved a sigh of relief, and softly uttered a sentence:

"Sure enough, the fever subsides."