Pride falls

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Even though he has experienced many battles, Zhou Qian, a little scholar in disguise, is still frightened by him.He scratched his head and laughed dryly: "Did I say something wrong?"

Song Qingjue frowned: "Sir, do you really want to stay overnight?"

Zhou Qian laughed heartily.

He nodded meekly.

Seeing that Song Qingjue didn't say any more, Zhou Qian was a little bit overwhelmed.He wasn't completely sure, and he didn't expect this little junior brother to really like this.

"Um... Immortal Elder, I'm a little thirsty." Zhou Qian looked up at him with a smile.

Song Qingjue took down his saber and put it on the table, poured him a cup of tea, watched him drink it, and led him out of the room.

Walking behind, Zhou Qian quietly pasted a talisman on his back, and the talisman disappeared in an instant.

The smoke disappeared, leaving only a red thread.

Of course, only Zhou Qian could see Fang.

Zhou Qian grew up in Xianmen since she was a child, and remembers the way of hospitality in Xianmen. Although it is not warm, it is also full of courtesy.

But what he didn't expect was that Song Qingjue would put him in a first-class guest room.The layout is well thought out and the orientation is excellent. When you look up, you can see the mountains and rivers under the afterglow of the setting sun, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

Zhou Qian herself was a little confused.

I think back then when he took advantage of the vacancy, he came here quietly at night to drink with his friends, how many times he drank to a mess and had a great time.

This has always been where the distinguished guests live.

He wondered: "Immortal Elder?"

Song Qingjue looked at him coldly.

As soon as he was about to say something, Zhou Qian swallowed it back.He was stabbed by this gaze, forced a thankful smile, and stared down at the sandalwood coffee table.

When did this little junior become so angry? !

weird...

"Your Immortal Gate is Qiqi, and it really lives up to its reputation, hahahaha."

Song Qingjue opened the door and left.

After Song Qingjue was sent away, no one cared about him, and Zhou Qian simply recovered his appearance.After walking happily in this spacious room for a few times, I found several altars of good osmanthus wine in the corner.

Is there such a good thing?

Zhou Qian gulped down the wine.So happy, too happy... He hasn't tasted the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in Xianmen for ten years, and the taste is still so mellow.His body was so light, and there seemed to be clouds and mist around him.

He seems drunk.

He didn't seem to be drunk.

midnight.

Following the red silk thread, Zhou Qian jumped unsteadily from the window into a secluded room. Under the moonlight, it seemed that the person on the bed was fast asleep.

Zhou Qian smelled like sweet-scented osmanthus wine all over her body.

Just as he bent down to seal his tendons, the light suddenly turned on, and then someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms fiercely.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qian was terribly confused at this critical moment.When the strength of the wine came up, he put his arms around the man's neck in a daze.

The hand on his back loosened for a moment, and let him go.Zhou Qian sat up on her knees, patted the man's handsome face, and then simply held the man's face with both hands.

The man was silent for a while, smelling the alcohol on his body.

Intoxicatingly thick.

"Zhou Qian." The man said softly.

"I haven't seen you for ten years. What are you doing to me like this?"

Zhou Qian felt a little dazed for a moment.

This question is not easy to answer.I don't remember what I did after that.

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I don't know how long it took, but when Zhou Qian woke up, it was already daylight, and her body was circled from behind.

"do not move."

Zhou Qian was in severe pain all over her body, and her throat was so hoarse that she couldn't speak for a while.Suddenly, the voice sounded again, with a little tiredness.

"do not move……"

It was Song Qingjue.

Song Qingjue carried the same faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, and hugged him tighter.He even buried his head on the back of his neck, breathing gently.

This possessive posture... what's going on.

He was hugged by Song Qingjue, his mind was blank.I wanted to break free, but I didn't have enough strength, and nothing helped.

"You, me... what..." Zhou Qian's brain froze, and he couldn't speak clearly.

"Zhou Qian," Song Qingjue actually kissed his hair, "I'm very tired, please calm down."

Zhou Qian was completely stunned.

This doting tone...it's not right.His little junior was possessed?According to the development, if something goes wrong, shouldn't he be imprisoned in the broken immortal prison full of loopholes?

Suddenly, he raised his eyes and saw the messy clothes all over the place, and his head was about to explode.

He seemed to remember.

Last night, he, he, he, he seemed to have climbed onto Song Qingjue's bed.

(Song Qingjue’s perspective is as follows)

last night.

"Zhou Qian." Song Qingjue said softly.

"I haven't seen you for ten years, why are you looking for me like this?"

Song Qingjue laughed lightly at himself: "If you come to kill me, I will give you my life."

"Junior brother..." Zhou Qian also laughed, her peach blossom eyes were seductive, and the strong scent of osmanthus blossoms on her body was blown up by the wind, "Senior brother just misses you, come and see you."

He said he missed himself.

Maybe it's just a lie.

Song Qingjue was startled, and frowned: "How much did you drink?"

Zhou Qian couldn't sit still, and replied in a daze, "I only drank one pot, and I will give... save some for you..."

Song Qingjue laughed.It seems that they are just ordinary people in the world, and the affairs of immortals and demons have nothing to do with them.He got up and was about to make hangover soup for Zhou Qian, but the man on the bed suddenly grabbed him.

After a long silence, Song Qing never broke away from him.

Zhou Qian had an indelible color on her face: "Little Junior Brother..."

"I seem to be dreaming," Zhou Qian said with a smile, "Is this really you, can you stay away..."

Song Qingjue looked at him, very quiet, a little scary.

shameless.

Suddenly Song Qingjue stepped forward and grabbed his collar, and pressed him hard against the wall.

Zhou Qian unexpectedly closed her eyes obediently.The entire face is flawless under the lamp, so beautiful and seductive.

The lamp was blown out by the cold wind.Song Qingjue pressed him against the wall and kissed him, supported his whole body, and kissed from the tip of his nose to his lips, then his jaw and collarbone.

"fraud."

Song Qingjue's voice was a little hoarse, as if the wind and snow that had engulfed him for many years were coming.

"Zhou Qian, you liar."

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"Zhou Qian," Song Qingjue actually kissed his hair, "I'm very tired, please calm down."

The memory was too turbulent, Zhou Qian responded in a self-defeating manner, and simply let Song Qingjue lie down with his arms around him.

His junior brother's saber was placed by the bedside.Besides, now that Zhou Qian has been weakened by him, once the other party has murderous intentions, it is not difficult to solve himself here.

Even if the cultivation base is a few percent higher, it will be finished.

He knew that Song Qing must be a person who cared about reputation, and what the two of them did last night would probably not let a third person know.

What's more, the other party is still a child of the Xian family with awe-inspiring righteousness and roots, and it is the time when the future is boundless.

Everything is negotiable.

Just as Zhou Qian was about to relax, there was a knock on the door.

"Qingjueqingjue, are you in? Are you in?" The person who knocked on the door sounded anxious.

It was a woman's voice, delicate.Zhou Qian got a headache from hearing this, and poked the fingers wrapped around his waist: "Who is it early in the morning?"

Song Qingjue chuckled: "Go to open the door? Now?"

How could Zhou Qian have the guts to cover her head with a quilt and stop talking.But Song Qingjue let go of him, and even though his clothes were disheveled, he found a coat and put it on in a refined manner.

The door was knocked louder, Zhou Qian really wanted to kick him out of bed.But he didn't dare, just snorted a few times and told him to go quickly.

Song Qingjue lifted the quilt and kissed his forehead, raised his sword and raised his sleeves and opened the door.

The kiss on his forehead was soft and slow, Zhou Qian was stunned, and it took him a long time to react.

His little junior...couldn't be serious.

It's over. It's over.

The delicate voice of the person outside the door came in through the curtain, Zhou Qian laughed, and guessed that it was the jewel in the palm of the master, the elder sister.Obviously, Song Qingjue came to practice kung fu early in the morning.

"Junior Brother Qingjue, you came out late today, is there something else?"

"Ah."

"Then I won't practice today, junior brother, you are busy with your work, I just go in and sit down, is that okay?"

Song Qingjue chuckled: "I'm afraid not."

Absolutely not!Otherwise, treat him as air!If you let that woman in and see him like this... Zhou Qian didn't dare to think about it anymore, she was as big as two heads, she hurriedly got up to change her clothes, and was discouraged again when she saw the folded clothes by the bedside.

Can not fit.

All torn.

His demon king can change his appearance, but when it comes to dressing...he also wants to save face.

That elder sister had been pestering Song Qingjue for a long time, Song Qingjue just stood there and listened to her say some trivial things about the sect.

Neither let her in, nor sent her out, let the girl blow the cold wind at the door alone early in the morning.Zhou Qian didn't care about it, but he didn't expect his junior brother to be so indifferent.

When did this little junior change so much?

Is it still the little junior who in my impression is well-behaved, sensible and caring?

It has changed, everything has changed.

Afterwards, Zhou Qian heard the senior sister say something that the master ordered, and she was so irritated that she plugged her ears.He, the junior brother of the fairy family, always respects and loves his master, but he is different.

He hated it to the bone.

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Song Qingjue went back to the room, found a set of clean clothes for Zhou Qian, and asked him to change into them.As soon as Zhou Qian tidied up her clothes, he hugged her from behind.

Zhou Qian only realized later that he didn't explain anything.

As if by default.

"Song Qingjue," Zhou Qian pretended to cough lightly, "Let's just say it first, you know, it's all accidents...you won't take it seriously, and you won't care too much about it, right?"

The people behind him ignored him, as if they were smelling the faint scent of osmanthus from his neck.

"I just wanted to come and see you all of a sudden. I didn't expect you to be so generous in hospitality and even serve this sweet-scented osmanthus wine. Don't worry about seducing you to do some stupid things when you're drunk."

He heard Song Qingjue say "um", but unfortunately he couldn't hear any emotion.

As if he already knew what he was going to say, strange.

Later, to replenish his strength, Song Qingjue fed him some syrup, then summoned a spirit beast and taught it to recognize its master.

Facing the bewildered Zhou Qian, the little spirit beast howled excitedly at him a few times.

Zhou Qian felt that his head must have been kicked by a donkey.

"This little thing has been with you for more than ten years, you have the heart to throw it to me? I can't raise it well."

"You don't need to raise it, it feeds on itself."

Zhou Qian is naturally clear about the rules of Xianmen.

Once the spirit beast follows others and walks on this path, there is no turning back.What's more, this spirit beast that absorbed the essence of the aura from the mountain followed a person who practiced magic... There has never been a precedent.

Song Qingjue was helping him comb his hair and tie his hair, and his fingers unconsciously inserted into his hair, and a few strands of black hair fell out.

The rising and falling sunlight in the morning came in through the window, bringing warmth, reminding Zhou Qian that something was drying up in her heart.

"It protects you." Song Qingjue said.