C36

Thirty-six chapters

After sleeping outside for the entire night, the consequence of waking up was that Feng Lingjue caught a cold.

After sneezing a few times, he rubbed his red nose and stood up. The outer garment he was wearing slipped off, and he let out a cry of surprise. Looking at the clothes in his hands, Feng Lingju blinked in confusion, "Who's?"

It was so clean that it definitely wasn't his.

Thinking like this, Feng Lingju opened up his clothes and took a look. He asked in surprise, "Isn't this Shen Qingchen's?"

"Never mind, I'll return it to him later."

Feng Lingju put away his clothes and walked towards his room.

He must have caught a cold. Feng Lingjue kept on sneezing along the way, and he was exhausted.

When did his body become so weak?

Not to mention that he was injured during Devil Domain, he hadn't even gotten sick before, so why was it that the moment he arrived at Mount Kunlun, he would suffer so much?

It seemed that he really was at odds with this place.

"Isn't this the thorn in the mountain? "Why are you so dispirited?"

Suddenly, a man's voice sounded in front of him.

Feng Ling Jue raised his head to look, and saw a blue clothed Mei Qiyao standing in front, smiling happily.

This Mei Qiyao was the Deputy Sect Leader of Mount Kunlun, and was famous for his medical skills. Although he had never seen this man before, his great name was still known to everyone like thunder.

"Deputy Sect Leader."

Feng Ling Jue cupped his fists and bowed slightly.

"Hmm? We haven't seen each other for a long time, why have they become so aggressive and reserved? "

Mei Qiyao laughed, "I did not expect Qing Chen to have some tricks up his sleeves, he actually managed to grind most of your evil Qi."

Feng Lingju laughed, "Deputy Sect Leader, please don't make fun of this disciple. These days, this disciple has been living a miserable life!"

It's not like he was in deep water?

"Oh?"

Mei Qiyao did not seem to be surprised, "Although Qing Chen is a bit old-fashioned, he does things fast and swift. So, you don't have to be too concerned about him."

Feng Ling Jue nodded in agreement.

After separating with Mei Qiyao, Feng Ling Jue went into his room to look for Shen Qingchen, but Shen Qingchen didn't seem to be in his room. Feng Ling Jue asked all around, and finally knew that Shen Qingchen was cultivating his posterior mountain.

Looking at the clothes in his hands, Feng Lingju smiled, and hummed a small tune before he headed towards the posterior mountain.

Normally, Shen Qingchen would stay under the waterfall of posterior mountain to cultivate. This had already become a habit of his that was unshakable as thunder, so Feng Ling Jue headed straight for the waterfall.

Passing through a small forest, Feng Lingjue could hear the sound of a waterfall flowing by his ears as he walked forward.

As soon as he walked in, Feng Ling Jue saw a wisp of white clothes fluttering wildly in the air, he was holding a long sword, the Sword Arts was extremely complicated, causing people's eyes to be dazzled. With a light wave of the sword, waves flew out from the water surface, covering his clothes with water, and he did not seem to mind, as he continued to wield the sword with his feet.

"The Sword Arts is not bad."

Feng Ling Jue rubbed his chin, full of praise.

He did not expect that the moment he opened his mouth, that strange movement would land next to Shen Qingchen's ears. His expression became cold as he fiercely looked in the direction of Feng Lingjue with eyes as sharp as an eagle's gaze. Immediately after, his body quickly flashed forward as he brandished his longsword, heading straight for Feng Lingjue.

He kicked up a tree branch below his feet, and just as it was in his hands, the cold air had already assaulted him. He smiled, and with a flip of his body, his longsword once again struck out, and he waved the tree branch in his hand to disperse the attacks.

He saw Feng Lingju holding a tree branch in one hand and a piece of clothing in the other. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and he looked very calm.

Shen Qingchen squinted his eyes and fiercely waved his sword. Immediately, the branch in Feng Lingjue's hand snapped into two.

When he saw that it was Feng Ling Jue, Shen Qingchen stopped his movements, kept his sword, and frowned slightly, "Why is it you?"

Feng Ling Jue looked at the remaining half of the branch in his hand, sighed, and shook the clothes in his hand. "Come here to return the clothes."

Shen Qingchen glanced at the clothes in Feng Lingjue's hands. Remembering that he had indeed left his outer clothes for Feng Lingjue yesterday, he stretched out his hand to take the clothes.

"I brought the clothes back to you on purpose. Don't you have any thanks?"

Feng Ling Jue intentionally withdrew his hand and said with a smile.

"Shouldn't you say thank you?"

Shen Qingchen's expression was calm, "Have you learned the scriptures from the past few days?"

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with some danger. "Or, you want to return to the Empty Chamber to sit for a while?"

"No need."

Hearing that, Feng Ling Jue immediately laughed dryly and returned the clothes to Shen Qingchen.

If he stayed for a few more days, he might really go crazy.

"Since I've already returned the clothes, then I'll be taking my leave."

As Feng Lingjue turned around to leave, he suddenly felt as if he had kicked something, and staggered forward until he fell. Shen Qingchen's reaction was very fast, and grabbed onto Feng Lingjue.

"What is it?"

Feng Ling Jue lowered his head to look at the ground, and when he saw the half revealed black object, he became even more energetic. He bent down and used his hands to dig at the soil.

"What are you playing?"

Shen Qingchen was a little helpless.

Feng Ling Jue held his breath as he dug, and after digging for a while, he finally dug out that object. It was a pitch black wooden box.

"Shen Qingchen, didn't the script often say that there was some treasure inside a box dug out by the posterior mountain? Do you think it might be some kind of holy treasure?"

Feng Ling Jue looked at the wooden box, knocked on it a few times, and then smiled towards Shen Qingchen.

"Don't read so much as a play paper. Read more."

Shen Qingchen glanced at Feng Ling Jue and said indifferently.

"Tsk."

Feng Lingjue smacked his lips. Holding the wooden box, he turned around and said, "I'll go back and take a look myself."

Shen Qingchen sighed.

Feng Ling Jue returned to his room and sat down properly before opening the wooden box. Just as he was about to ask what was inside, the box slowly opened. There were no treasures like he had imagined, and only a small jar of wine was quietly lying inside the wooden box.

Feng Lingju was stunned, completely petrified. What was a pot of broken wine for?

He didn't really want to buy any treasures, but he didn't know how mysterious the play's description was. He just wanted to personally see it.

"Forget it, the wine is pretty good too."

Feng Lingjue picked up the wine and opened the wine seal. The wine aroma immediately assaulted his nostrils and he was stunned. He could not help but be pleasantly surprised, "It's even a jar of good wine!"

Smiling, Feng Lingjue tilted his head up as he gulped down a mouthful of wine. Wiping the corner of his mouth, he said in satisfaction, "Not bad, good wine."

He never thought that there would also be wine on the Mount Kunlun. Who knew that this pot of wine was planted by that disciple on the mountain, who would have known that he would actually take advantage of it?

Thinking up to here, Feng Ling Jue drank a few mouthfuls more.

At night, when Shen Qingchen returned from his sword practice, he smelled the smell of alcohol the moment he opened the door. He frowned and looked around.

It was dark and unlit, and the smell of wine hung in the air.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]