C21 Immortal Sage Don't Move

Qu Lingjing flew on Qin Yubing's sword, looking down at the entire Twin Jade City. He had a panoramic view of every corner of the city. Rows of houses, streets, and people dressed in all kinds of clothes were laid out in front of him like an ancient scroll. It was much more vivid than the river map on the Qingming Festival. Qu Lingjing couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.

"Qing, hold me tight. You don't have any demonic Qi protecting your body right now, so it's not a joke to fall down." Qin Yubing turned around to remind Qu Lingjing.

"Oh." Qu Lingjing obediently wrapped her arms around Qin Yubing's waist, enjoying the experience. She had forgotten that she was more powerful than Qin Yubing in this world.

Because of this hug, Qin Yubing's waist felt numb and itchy. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up in amusement.

Qin Yubing couldn't help but tease himself in his heart. Oh, Qin Yubing, you'll have your day. Alas, why was it him, the person he had once hated to the core, a lecherous Devil Lord, a Devil Lord who went around capturing beautiful men as his harem, why... It just so happened that he was moved by such a person.

"Little Immortal Sage..."

"Call me by my name."

"Oh, Yubing, are there many people on Inaction Peak?"

"No one but me Martial Uncle."

Qu Lingjing was shocked: "Isn't it said that there are many disciples of Profound Sect, and the mountain is filled with spirit energy, how can it extend one's life? Every year, how many people would fight to the death to go to Profound Sect to learn magic? Most ordinary people would be willing to go up the mountain and be a servant. Why isn't there anyone taking care of him on Inaction Peak? "

Speaking of the Martial Uncle, Qin Yubing wanted to sigh. "He doesn't like to be taken care of, and he doesn't like to cause a ruckus. The fewer people around him, the better, and he doesn't take in any disciples. That's why he's been the only one on the mountain for the past few decades. Our Cloud Peak is the closest to him, and I'm the one who has stepped onto Inaction Peak the most."

For dozens of years, he had stood alone on a mountain peak. No one had spoken to him, no one had spoken to him.

Xin Lianyue, when will you be able to move the male lead who has cultivated to such a realm?

"Qing, don't worry. Although I, Martial Uncle, don't talk much, I am a very good person. He won't stop me from coming to see you. I'll come to the Inaction Peak to find you when I'm free. It's not in vain for you to seal your own demonic Qi and follow me up the mountain."

How is this for you? It's to make up for the trouble I caused.

"In fact... your poison is fine now. I just need to brew a decoction for you regularly."

If the truth was to be told, Qin Yubing had already recovered, and there was no need for him to take any more medicine. However, in order to cover up his lie, Qu Lingjing was prepared to boil him some blood-replenishing medicine every day for him to drink.

"Qing..."

"Huh?"

"You have to be careful and hide from my eldest and second martial uncles. Their cultivation is profound. If they find out who you are... I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you."

"Don't worry, I sealed the demonic aura. No matter how high their cultivation is, they won't be able to tell. Don't worry too much. Half a month at most. When you recover, I will go back to my home and live my own life. "

Qin Yubing pursed his lips. I'd rather worry about that.

Flying over the main gate of the sect on his sword, the four big words Profound Sect were carved on the majestic stone gate in golden light, naturally appearing dignified and dignified. When Qu Lingjing compared it to his own home's Devil Palace, he immediately felt that the grandeur of his own place was inferior. With one look, he could tell that this was a regular department and that he was illegal.

Beyond the main gate was a large martial arts field, divided into different phalanxes, practicing different martial arts and weapons. Behind the martial field, there were rows of rooms. Disciples were coming and going. It was busy. Most of the disciples who didn't make it to the seventh peak stayed here.

Soon, Qu Lingjing saw the seven mountains standing in the clouds from afar. Spiritual Qi surrounded them, and the air was fresh and comfortable. Looking carefully, he could see that there were disciples working on each mountain, except for the last hidden mountain that was almost hidden behind the mountains. Qu Lingjing did not doubt that that was his destination - Inaction Peak.

When the two of them landed, they found Qin Yubing's second senior brother waiting for them.

"Where's Martial Uncle?" Qin Yubing asked.

"Eldest Martial Uncle sent someone over to invite Martial Uncle to Splashing Ink Peak. Martial Uncle told me to wait here for you to pass on a message. He told me to tell Young Master Lin that as an esteemed guest, he could choose any room on Inaction Peak to stay in, or he could go anywhere to have fun. Young Master Lin, please do as you please. "

When Qu Lingjing heard that Sheng Xueyin was tired again, she couldn't help but curse Mo Chengqian. This old man really didn't know how to care for his junior brother. He had been injured so badly that he couldn't even stand up the day before. Today, he called people to his hall to show concern for him.

Qu Lingjing thanked the second senior brother who had brought the message, and he urged Qin Yubing to return to Cloud Peak.

Once the two of them left, the entire Inaction Peak became as quiet as a secret realm. With the spirit of curiosity and exploration, Qu Lingjing began his daily tour of Inaction Peak.

The house on Inaction Peak was called Dustwallow Hall. Although it was not richly ornamented, with gold walls and jade tiles, it was simple and antique, with a trace of ancient heaviness. There weren't many rooms, all of them clean, a few of them empty because of their size. One of the bedrooms was the most furnished and most well-equipped for daily use. The mottled wooden tables, chairs, and beds were spotless. Qu Lingjing guessed that this must be Sheng Xueyin's own bedroom.

Qu Lingjing chose a small room that was separated by a room so that he could hear what was going on in his room without disturbing him.

Behind the room there was a large, natural courtyard, lush with vegetation, and a little way up the back side of the mountain there was a calm lake, clear and bright, golden in the sun. Qu Lingjing was moved when he saw this. He took off his clothes and jumped into the lake to take a bath.

The water was slightly cold and bottomless. After diving down for a while, Qu Lingjing finally reached the bottom of the lake. Those who were not good at swimming would easily drown. Qu Lingjing had learned to swim since he was young, and when he went into the water, he was as happy as a small fish. He even forgot to put on makeup.

Taking advantage of the fact that the sky was still bright, Qu Lingjing climbed to the top of Inaction Peak and enjoyed the scenery while eating the buns from the inn. His field of vision was vast, and the entire Twin Jade City and the entire Profound Sect were all within his sight. The mountains of the sect were verdant and lush, layered over each other, extending the beauty of nature for thousands of miles.

But no matter how beautiful it was, it was lonely. After watching for a while, Qu Lingjing left sulkily. He returned to Sheng Xueyin's quaint and elegant hall and meditated on the floor of the small room he had chosen. As he fought, he began to feel sleepy and unknowingly fell asleep on the floor.

When Sheng Xueyin returned, he found his guest next door to his room. Qu Lingjing's long hair, which had just finished bathing, was hanging down her cheeks, sticking to the halfopen cloudwood embroidered silk clothes. Finally, like a piece of good black silk, it covered a small wooden floor. He rested one hand on his cheek, his legs slightly bent, and slept peacefully and unguardedly. After removing his makeup, Qu Lingjing's face revealed an exquisite and flirtatious dangerous aura. Perhaps it was because Dustwallow Hall had been a guest for a long time, but Sheng Xueyin felt a sense of novelty. He sat quietly on the side and watched for a while.

Suddenly, the demonic energy in his body began to stir again, burrowing arrogantly into the depths of his limbs. His bones began to ache more and more, and his consciousness began to blur. Sheng Xueyin forced himself to stand up and wanted to leave the room as soon as possible so that the guests would not see him. Just then, a wave of pain hit him like a huge wave. Sheng Xueyin could not support his body and fell to the floor. The noise woke Qu Lingjing up from his sleep.

Qu Lingjing saw the beads of sweat on Sheng Xueyin's forehead, his pale face, and his posture. He immediately realized what had happened. He rushed over to help Sheng Xueyin up and asked gently, "Is the demonic Qi in your body acting up again?"

Sheng Xueyin gritted his teeth and pushed Qu Lingjing away with all his strength without saying a word. He dragged his trembling body and staggered towards the door.

"Where are you going? Are you not going to be cured?"

Sheng Xueyin acted as if he did not hear anything and continued to walk out of the door. Another wave of pain struck him, and he could not lift his feet at all. He tripped over the door sill and laid down on top of it. Qu Lingjing could not stand it any longer and rushed over to hug the other party's upper body. No matter how he struggled, he refused to let go.

The man wasn't as strong as he usually was, and no amount of resistance would help.