My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 531 - 350 except for sleeping together

Chapter 531: 350 except for sleeping together

Zhao Rong didn’t know what was happening behind them.

Right now, he, Zhao Qian’er, and Li Bai were walking on the Star River.

The stars in the lake below them shimmered and swayed, actually pushed by the black waves beneath.

So it felt as if the stars in the sky were all "restless," especially as the three of them stepped through the watery curtain of the Star River.

It gave the impression of treading the Milky Way and the bright moon.

The experience was extraordinary and couldn’t help but fill one’s chest with surging passion.

However, Zhao Rong didn’t seem to feel the tranquil freedom that was exclusive to those on the path of cultivation.

At the moment, he was slightly frowning, occasionally looking left and right, examining the water beneath his feet, his thoughts unknown.

By Zhao Rong’s side, Zhao Qian’er was leading the way, a step quicker than him.

Zhao Rong saw that despite it being her first time here, she seemed quite adept, and nodded in admiration, saying,

"Qian’er is really impressive. I didn’t expect you to be so well-versed in this."

Uh, what’s this? Qian’er is versed in many things. Whatever the young miss knows, I know too. You... you won’t even let me try. You’re just... just fixated on that stinky miss.

Zhao Qian’er muttered softly to herself with a slight grunt.

Uh huh, strange. What did that big oaf mean by not touching the young miss’s head last time? What’s the point of touching her head? Playing whack-a-mole... Which path is this?

Damn it, what are they playing at? It’s annoying, humph, but if the young miss can do it, I’m sure I can do it better, just need that stinky Rong’er brother to teach me for a bit, uh, Qian’er might also become adept at this, but this stinking oaf won’t say... Stinking oaf!

Just then, the young girl suddenly turned her head around, smiling gently.

"I once flipped through a Star Scripture. That was one of the rewards the Master bestowed after the young miss won another Qingyun competition."

Zhao Qian’er paused, recalling the memory.

"Uh, after the young miss brought it back to Qinglian Pavilion, she browsed through it and then never looked at it again, leaving it on the windowsill. One night, when I was bored, I sat on the rocking chair in front of the window, swaying while looking at the stars in the sky and flipping through the Star Scripture, and then..."

Zhao Rong suddenly had a very bad feeling, the conversation was getting stranger, why did it feel like chatting with Gui?

The overwhelming feeling of an impending face-smashing blow was all too familiar.

He thought he should not have complimented Qian’er just now. Well, now look.

He was careless indeed, and now he had been cornered again.

No, he needed to save himself!

Zhao Rong displayed an indifferent expression and nodded casually, then continued her sentence:

"Oh, and as you were flipping through that Star Scripture, inspiration struck like sparks, quite an interesting match, and you comprehended it deeply after reading it once. After studying it seriously for some time, you grasped the concept, gradually mastered this path, right? Hmm, not bad."

A slight smile curled at the corner of his mouth, ha, luckily this young master is quick-witted and battle-hardened.

As for the survival rules of a talentless individual accidentally born among geniuses, he could grasp them completely and apply them with ease.

Zhao Rong nodded secretly to himself.

That’s when Zhao Qian’er, after pondering carefully for a while, shook her head, "That’s not it."

Zhao Rong choked on his words, speechless.

Could it be that you’ve mastered the entire Star Scripture just by reading it once or twice?

That’s too much, Qian’er!

He remained expressionless, about to speak again, but the young girl had already crisply begun talking.

"I like to sway in that mahogany rocking chair by the window and count the stars before sleeping. That time, I couldn’t fall asleep, so I flipped through it out of boredom. Each time I looked down at a word, I’d look up to count a star, and then!"

"Rong’er brother, guess what, before I could even finish counting to that nine thousand and eighth star that would normally be where I lost count and blurred into sleep, I fell asleep!"

Zhao Qian’er, standing in the midst of the Star River, smiled happily, tilting her little head and showing off her tiny canines, proudly said,

"Rong’er brother, I found the wonder of this Star Scripture all at once. It can actually help with sleep~ Ever since then, whenever I want to sleep, I flip through the Star Scripture and count the stars, and after counting up to five thousand and eight, I can fall asleep, all hazy. Hehe, what a great thing, such a great thing."

Although it had been a while, she still couldn’t help feeling overjoyed at the thought of it.

The little girl shook her head and swayed, clutching Zhao Rong’s arm and happily moving it from side to side, naïve and adorable.

At this moment, Zhao Rong’s expression was... peculiar.

He looked at the goofy girl in front of him who counted stars to fall asleep, wanting to say something but hesitating.

However, Zhao Qian’er didn’t seem to notice this and continued to speak happily...

By now, the sword-bearing man had long been dissatisfied with his attire.

But out of respect for little Qian’er’s tyranny, he feared she would shout ’Uncle Li Bai, don’t you trust my taste in clothes? No explanations, you just don’t!’ and then slap him on the back of his head, and after that, goodness knows how biased she might become... Wait, is there a difference?

Li Bai suddenly came to a realization.

This darling little girl, hasn’t her heart already completely shifted to her brother Rong’er, eager to cling to that stinky boy all the time?

He suddenly felt like drinking, so with a flick of his hand, he pulled out a flask of liquor and took a big gulp.

Alas, Qian’er’s heart probably couldn’t shift any further anyway.

Li Bai wiped his mouth and cast a melancholic glance at Qian’er, who was at the moment stretching out both hands to pull at Zhao Rong’s arm and acting coquettishly.

Strange, why does this liquor taste a bit sour? Could it be that he’d bought inferior liquor again? Those unscrupulous taverns, just wait!

The sword-bearing man threw the flask down in frustration, and before it hit the invisible ancient road, there was a loud ’plunk’ as it caused quite a splash in the water.

But the noise didn’t attract the attention of the two little ones glued together ahead.

Li Bai glared fiercely at the backs of the two people close together.

Especially Zhao Rong, who was wearing the new clothes they had just bought while shopping, selected meticulously by Qian’er.

It’s just that, as for new clothes...

Li Bai looked down at his own new clothes, recalling the stinky boy’s teasing words: what’s this, a high-level player’s new skin?

Yet the more Li Bai looked, the more something seemed off. Are high-level players really supposed to wear this? This color...

The sword-bearing man gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, looking serious as he felt the need to fight for his own rights.

He couldn’t let some new freeloader wear better clothes than him, an old patron!

Favoritism toward little Qian’er was unacceptable.

Freeloading should still follow the basic principles, right?

So, Li Bai took a step forward, clenched his fist, and raised it to his abdomen... sticking up his thumb.

Hmm, he began his routine of praising Qian’er again.

"Uncle was saying how Qian’er’s skin is getting better and better, turns out it’s because she sleeps well."

Just as Zhao Rong, who intended to say something to interrupt Qian’er’s words, turned his head speechlessly, glaring at Li Bai. Uncle Li Bai, why are you also stirring things up?

But the latter glared back at him.

Zhao Rong shook his head, choosing not to pay any more attention.

He glanced at the little girl still looking triumphant, and with a big hand, he pushed her head away slightly, trying to keep this little fool at a distance to avoid catching stupidity, lest they both turn into fools.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Zhao Qian’er pouted and mumbled.

"Stinky Rong’er brother, what are you grabbing me for? Are you trying to steal my Star Scripture? It’s Qian’er’s treasure for sleeping, hmph, I won’t give it to you. Even if you go to Qinglian Pavilion, you won’t find it; I’ve hidden it. The master doesn’t even know where it is. Unless..."

Zhao Rong was a bit curious, "Unless what?"

Zhao Qian’er pushed away his hand from her head, and suddenly stood on tiptoe, pinching Zhao Rong’s nose with two fingers, her tone haughty, "Unless we sleep together and count stars together, otherwise I won’t let you see the Star Scripture."

"......" Zhao Rong.

"???" Li Bai.