Master, he never speaks

Shen Qianche is serious.

He never lied, just like his way of swordsmanship, he had a clear conscience, he went forward without hesitation, and he would kill anyone who came, and no one could stop him.

Zhu Jixiu stared at him for three seconds, finally lowered his eyes, didn't say anything, just hummed softly, to let the other party understand that he knew.

But the expression on his face softened, like a little fox being warmed up, showing a little belly for Shen Qianche to see.

Of course the despicable and shameless second senior brother couldn't let go of this opportunity, and immediately held Zhu Jixiu's head and rubbed it vigorously.

The hair of the little fox boy was messed up, and the expression on his face was also very impatient, but he still obediently endured it, and let Shen Qianche rub it vigorously.

In the end, when Shen Qianche finally had a good time and let go of Zhu Jixiu, this despicable and shameless second senior brother was in such a good mood that he jumped up from the ground and started playing around with his sword:

Shen Qianche: "Come on, come on, little brother! Brother will teach you how to use a sword!"

Zhu Jixiu tidied his messed up hair slowly, glanced at the wooden sword pinned to Shen Qianche's waist, raised his eyebrows and said:

Zhu Jixiu: "Brother, why don't you use the peach blossom sword on your waist?"

Anyone who is in the Destiny Sect knows that Shen Qianche, the chief disciple of Jiange, has a sword made of ordinary peach wood.

Shen Qianche treasured that sword so much that she wished she could bathe with it every time she took a bath.

That's why some people say that Shen Qianche is good everywhere, but treating Jian as his wife has made countless female cultivators hesitate again and again when expressing their hearts.

After all, no one wants to have an old peach blossom sword stuck between the husband and wife when they consummate the house.

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As soon as Shen Qianche heard Zhu Jixiu mention his sword, he immediately lowered his head and touched the sword pinned to his waist worriedly, for fear that his big treasure would be missed by Zhu Jixiu.

Zhu Jixiu: "..."

Zhu Jixiu: Just now I actually felt that Shen Qianche had a little bit of greatness, which seems to be an illusion.

Zhu Jixiu: That's not greatness, that's indirect convulsions and stupidity.

Shen Qianche glanced at the expression on Zhu Jixiu's face, and thought that Zhu Jixiu was complaining that he didn't give him the sword, and was afraid of hurting the relationship between the two of them who had finally built up as a brother and sister, so he explained:

Shen Qianche: "This is a sword given to me by someone I like, so I can't give it to you."

Zhu Jixiu: "..."

Zhu Jixiu really didn't want that sword, not everyone loved a broken sword like Shen Qianche.

But at the same time, this also made Zhu Jixiu a rare curiosity.

Zhu Jixiu: Who is the person Shen Qianche likes?

Don't look at his family's despicable and shameless second senior brother who has indirect convulsions every day, but he is handsome, has a good personality, and is capable as the chief disciple of the Destiny Sect, and his master is the number one swordsman in Kyushu.

This kind of aura is too shining, and the person Shen Qianche can fall in love with must not be a simple person.

Zhu Jixiu: "Brother, who is the person you like?"

Hearing this, Shen Qianche, who was desperately getting close to Jian, was taken aback for a moment, he looked at Zhu Jixiu strangely, just about to speak, Zhu Jixiu suddenly caught up with his brain circuit, and immediately said:

Zhu Jixiu: "I don't have any interest in the person you like, don't worry."

Only then did Shen Qianche let out a long breath, and looked at Zhu Jixiu with an expression of "a child can be taught".

Shen Qianche: "I won't tell you, how can you ask such a straightforward question about junior brother!"

Shen Qianche: "But...but that person really likes the way I smile..."

After finishing speaking, Shen Qianche smiled intoxicated.

Zhu Jixiu couldn't bear it anymore, he stood up from the stool, turned around and left without saying a word.

Shen Qianche stared at Zhu Jixiu's back, and said loudly:

Shen Qianche: "Junior brother, I will go to you to practice swords tomorrow morning!"

Responding to him was Zhu Jixiu's back gradually accelerating his pace.

Shen Qianche just smiled and watched Zhu Jixiu's back disappear in front of her.

A gust of wind blew, and the big peach blossom tree in the yard was swayed by the wind, and some snow-white petals fell along the trajectory of the wind, and landed in Shen Qianche's hair.

It was quiet all around, only the rustling of the peach trees being blown by the wind.

After a long while, Shen Qianche raised his hand, pinched the peach petal with his fingertips and rubbed it, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually dissipated.

He stared blankly at the peach petal for three seconds, then slowly closed his eyes, the sun fell, spreading the purest golden color to Shen Qianche's body, he bowed his head on the peach petal devoutly Kissed lightly, and said softly:

Shen Qianche: "Brother, don't hate me anymore, okay?"

You like me laughing the most, so I never cry again.

……

On the other side, after Zhu Jixiu went down the mountain, he returned to the small courtyard of Jiange, and stood in front of the door. Suddenly he was afraid to knock on the door. He lowered his head and stood stiffly in front of the door.

After a while, he didn't knock on the door, but pushed the door open and walked in.

The board made a "squeak" sound.

The already dazzling sunlight sneaked out from the crack of the door, and the morning sun was a little fragmented, scattered on the ground, and imprinted mischievously on Zhu Jixiu's eyebrows.

Hearing the movement, Zhu Hanshuang looked back, and happened to meet Zhu Jixiu's eyes.

It was rare for the cold master to have some emotional fluctuations, a flash of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, he turned his head away, but he didn't find a little bit of flour sticking to the end of his eyes.

Zhu Jixiu's eyes became darker and darker, and his throat rolled unbearably.

His celestial master is currently wearing a loose white brocade robe, the fair skin around his neck glistens delicately in the sunlight, his extremely beautiful eyebrows are somewhat stained by a little flour at the end of his eyes The smell of fireworks.

After the atmosphere was quiet for three seconds, Zhu Hanshuang lowered her slender eyelids, stretched out her hands awkwardly, and spread her palms.

The white jade-like earlobes were dyed a faint red because of shyness.

Zhu Hanshuang: "...Eat."

Zhu Hanshuang whispered to Zhu Jixiu.

In the open palm is a small glutinous rice cake, in the shape of a little fox.