allonlinenovel Chapter 957: The Wife Who Has No Spiritual Roots in the Cultivation Novels
Chapter 957: The Wife Who Has No Spiritual Roots in the Cultivation Novels
As expected, he is a sword cultivator. His thinking is so simple and crude, without considering what his master thinks at all.
Qinghe and others followed Miaomiao, and when they saw their young lady having a good chat with Shen Yanzhao, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Before, the young lady was in a bad mood. I guess she still had feelings for the young master of the Lin family. I just don’t know what happened today. She suddenly acted so decisively and even asked for so much compensation.
Perhaps this Master Shen will bring good luck to their young lady.
On the other side, in the elders' courtyard of the inner sect of Qingyun Sect, Zhao Qiutan couldn't help herself and came to the courtyard to look for her father.
By the way, she proudly told her father, Elder Zhao, about Lin Yan's cancellation of the engagement.
"Dad, do you think I'm awesome? Yan Ci only has me in his heart right now. When that ordinary woman came, I helped Yan Ci cancel the engagement.
Don't forget what you promised me before, after you return from the secret realm, you will transfer him to your name!"
Elder Zhao sat on the armchair, stroking a black jade pendant in his hand. There was no smile in his eyes, but rather a bit of coldness.
He looked at his daughter, who was already old but still infatuated with worldly love, and felt that she was stupid.
A secular marriage engagement is a trivial matter, but one can see the bigger picture. Lin Yanci is not a good person as he can seduce his daughter even though he already has a fiancée.
If he wasn't in the outer gate and rarely went out, Elder Zhao would have found a reason to get rid of him long ago.
But now that the engagement has been called off, I can observe for a while longer.
As for the fiancée, that woman was able to find the Qingyun Sect and even make her silly daughter obediently take out eight talismans. She is definitely not an ordinary woman.
Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.
Since you have decided to keep this son-in-law for the time being, then don't keep this mortal girl.
If you want to blame someone, you can only blame her for being born at the wrong time.
"well done."
Elder Zhao suppressed his murderous intent towards Miaomiao and forced a perfunctory smile towards his silly girl.
"That's right. Since the marriage is called off, I will prepare a Taoist couple ceremony for you when you return from the secret realm. Don't worry about other things."
Zhao Qiutan thought her father was praising her and left happily. After she left, Elder Zhao suddenly clenched the black jade pendant in his hand, and a faint black aura instantly appeared on the jade pendant.
He whispered into the air.
"Go investigate that mortal woman named Su Miaomiao and find a way to eliminate them before they leave the Qingyun Sect's territory and return to the mortal world."
A hoarse reply was heard in the air, and then calm returned.
Elder Zhao looked at the night outside the window, his eyes full of ruthlessness.
He had been lurking in the Qingyun Sect for a hundred years, and had done many hypocritical things, but in private he was still a decisive and murderous person.
Since he was going to marry his daughter, it didn't matter what happened to Lin Yanci, but this mortal woman must die!
He couldn't let people think that his daughter was still competing with an ordinary woman. It would be better for her to die cleanly without leaving any trouble.
But at this time, Miaomiao had no idea that the original owner's death was not a natural disaster but a man-made disaster.
And now, she has been targeted by the demon spies.
When Miaomiao brought Shen Yanzhao back to Qingyun City, it was already dark. Even though she had taken a magic medicine, she had to travel for nearly two months and climb the mountain road for half a night, and finally postponed the marriage. Even with the life-saving pill, such a torment was several times more than the original Miss Jiaojiao could endure.
When she finally relaxed, Miaomiao was left with only sleepiness.
She pointed to the busiest place on the corner, "Yue Lai Inn", and her voice was unknowingly soft.
“Brother Shen, we live here, it’s lively and safe.
I'll have Qinghe open another upstairs room for you later, and you can have a good rest. After tomorrow, I'll leave everything to Brother Shen."
Shen Qingci naturally had no objection. He followed her into the inn and watched her being supported by three other maids to go up to the second floor. He only lowered his head when she was out of sight.
After Qinghe skillfully helped Master Shen to book the upper room, she took her leave to take care of the young lady.
Miaomiao returned to her room, asked everyone to go to bed early, and then went to sleep.
Perhaps it was because the long-cherished wish had finally been fulfilled, which made Miaomiao, a newly-transmigrated Saint Mother, almost unable to control her body. She didn't even have time to take off her outer clothes and fell headfirst onto the soft bed.
The faint fragrance of the bedding dispelled the fatigue all over her body. She yawned and soon fell into a deep sleep. Even in her dreams, she was thinking about trying the osmanthus cake in the original owner's memory after returning.
Although Shen Qingci's room was also on the upper floor, it was some distance away from them.
A person who practices Taoism does not need much sleep, and he rarely comes to such a worldly place.
I used to think it seemed boring, but now I find it very interesting because I think that my future Taoist partner is not far away from me.
The wall can only block the sight of mortals, but it cannot block the spiritual consciousness of those who practice Taoism, especially for those with rich spiritual consciousness like him, who are not blocked at all.
He could even enter the other person's bedroom in one step without disturbing anyone.
But he knew that this did not seem like a gentleman's behavior, and he should be a gentleman in front of her.
Shen Qingci sat in his room, his fingertips unconsciously brushing across his sword, over and over again.
However, in his consciousness, he clearly saw Miaomiao sleeping soundly.
She curled up like a docile kitten, and even her breath was slightly sweet.
He told himself again and again to "be a gentleman", but his eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet and he couldn't move them away.
"Just a look, no touching."
As soon as this thought came to mind, it completely overwhelmed his remaining restraint.
He is a sword cultivator and always does what he wants to do. How could he understand what "gradual progress" means?
He pinched his fingertips and the light golden spiritual power that isolated the breath lit up again. The next second, he had passed through the wall and was standing in Miaomiao's bedroom.
This time, he didn't say that he wouldn't touch her. Without even hesitating, he walked straight to the bed and sat down gently on it.
The bed where the little girl lived was very soft, and the arc of the bed made his heart tremble.
He looked at Miaomiao's hair scattered on the pillow, which was black and soft, like the finest silk. He couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently brush it with his fingertips.
The rough fingertips rubbed against the delicate hair, and the touch made his breath stop. It was softer than any immortal sword he had ever held, and it made his heart beat faster.
“So soft.”