Chapter 122: I Like Shiny Things

Xiu Qingcheng cheerfully teased Meng Yingxing all the way.

Seeing that Meng Yingxing couldn’t properly browse the Spring Market anymore, Xiu Qingcheng finally stopped teasing him, though she still felt unsatisfied.

“Alright, alright, I won’t ask anymore.”

Hearing this, Meng Yingxing let out a long breath as if granted amnesty.

The series of questions Master just asked… he was truly too ashamed to answer.

Moreover, Xiu Qingcheng asking him one after another made Meng Yingxing feel that although he was in the free world, it was no different from being imprisoned without freedom.

Being questioned by Master felt like serving a prison sentence.

Seeing the expression on Meng Yingxing’s face relax, Xiu Qingcheng felt truly happy in her heart.

Anyway, she had already asked everything she wanted to ask.

She had asked clearly about everything Meng Yingxing dreamed of in his dream.

So in her disciple’s dream… she was actually like that.

Xiu Qingcheng snorted lightly in her heart.

‘Meng Yingxing, oh Meng Yingxing, you’re so young, what kind of things are stuffed in your head? How does he know how to play like that?’

‘But isn’t this me, the PhD in erotic literature from my past life!’

However, even though she had kept telling Meng Yingxing before that it didn’t matter and she understood everything, after fully learning the entire appearance of the dream, Xiu Qingcheng suddenly felt her face heat up.

She subconsciously tried to rub her face with her wrist, but then realized she was still in the state of a sword.

Xiu Qingcheng suddenly felt a trace of embarrassment.

Her face heated up? Impossible!

She must have been influenced by this current body! Even in sword form, she felt her face heat up!

As a “knowledgeable and experienced” person, how could she be embarrassed by such a small matter!

“Master, this Spring Market… are we still going to browse?”

Meng Yingxing’s voice, like that of someone lacking in romantic sentiment, abruptly intruded into Xiu Qingcheng’s world of self-consolation.

“Ah?”

Xiu Qingcheng snapped back to reality, momentarily not registering what Meng Yingxing was saying.

She cleared her throat and asked calmly,

“Disciple, what did you say?”

“Master? I said, do we still want to continue browsing this Spring Market?”

Meng Yingxing repeated his words.

He had now returned to the entrance of the Spring Market, looking at the multitude of merchants gathered on both sides of the road and the heavy traffic of carts and horses in the middle.

Although the Spring Market had been open for some time, the liveliness hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

Meng Yingxing even saw He Xueluo, and a scholar whose arm she was holding.

He Xueluo smiled perfectly, unlike the desolate smile Meng Yingxing had seen before.

Perhaps, this was the happiness He Xueluo had always hoped for.

The spring scenery on a spring day was infinitely beautiful; Meng Yingxing found it hard to imagine that just a few days ago, he had stayed with He Xueluo there for several full two-hour periods.

It was just that He Xueluo’s figure seemed somewhat transparent under the sunlight.

Xiu Qingcheng also noticed He Xueluo in the Spring Market, but like Meng Yingxing, she just watched them silently.

“No need to browse anymore. What’s left to browse? All the good stuff was scraped clean by us just now!”

She spoke proudly, answering Meng Yingxing’s question, seemingly taking pride in her ability to find treasures.

“Then let’s go back, Master.”

Meng Yingxing withdrew his gaze from He Xueluo, turned around, and left the Spring Market.

Evening at the inn.

Meng Yingxing returned to the room carrying the dinner delivered by the waiter, and at a glance, he saw Xiu Qingcheng unconsciously kneeling on the chaise longue in a ‘duck sitting’ posture.

In front of her lay all the spoils of war “asked” from Nan Feixue.

Holding a few in her hands, she was examining the dazzling defensive magical treasures with shining eyes.

Perhaps due to Nan Feixue’s mischief making last night’s dream too powerful, Meng Yingxing’s gaze would still unconsciously fall onto Xiu Qingcheng’s bent legs under her skirt.

Slender, snow-white, tender; both legs and feet looked enticing to play with.

Meng Yingxing closed his eyes and coughed lightly, hurriedly banishing the terrible thoughts from his brain.

If Master found out, who knew how she would tease him again.

If he had known earlier, he should have asked Elder Mu Xin to teach him the Calming Heart Mantra a few months ago.

If he had learned it properly, there wouldn’t be so much trouble now.

Xiu Qingcheng’s previous words echoed in Meng Yingxing’s mind again:

“It’s normal to have desires in your heart~ Moreover, this time it was all Nan Feixue’s doing. I know, Disciple, that your heart isn’t that dirty!”

Towards Master… was his heart really not that dirty?

Perhaps… not really?

Meng Yingxing stood in place for quite a while before walking to Xiu Qingcheng’s side with the wooden tray full of dishes, placing it gently on the table.

But this time, Xiu Qingcheng wasn’t excited as usual upon seeing delicious food.

Now, Xiu Qingcheng seemed more interested in the shiny jewelry in her hands, not even noticing that Meng Yingxing had already brought up dinner.

Seeing Xiu Qingcheng so engrossed, Meng Yingxing leaned close to her face and asked curiously,

“Master, do you really like jewelry?”

Meng Yingxing’s action was unintentional, but he leaned too close, and his breath while speaking all landed on Xiu Qingcheng’s ear.

Xiu Qingcheng’s ear first turned red physiologically.

Immediately following that, Xiu Qingcheng shuddered violently.

Finally, she widened her eyes and pushed her disciple away with one hand.

“You are not allowed to speak to me this close!”

Meng Yingxing hopped back on one foot, seeing his Master’s fair face turning slightly red.

Seeing the confusion in Meng Yingxing’s eyes, Xiu Qingcheng feared he would overthink, so she immediately explained:

“Cough, Disciple, I simply don’t like people talking so close to me; it’s a bit ticklish.”

“Oh, oh.”

Meng Yingxing nodded, seeming to understand but not quite.

Then, without putting down the jewelry in her hand, Xiu Qingcheng crossed her arms and made an ‘X’ gesture.

“So in the future, when speaking to me in human form, don’t stick this close.”

Meng Yingxing nodded twice again, maintaining a distance from Xiu Qingcheng as he asked,

“Then does Master really like jewelry?”

“It’s not that I like jewelry!”

Xiu Qingcheng put one hand on her hip and pointed a finger at the void towards Meng Yingxing.

“I’m just interested in shiny things, that’s all!”

After saying this, Xiu Qingcheng finally noticed the dinner Meng Yingxing had brought up, and her eyes emitted a dazzling light again.

“So dinner is here! Thanks for your hard work, Disciple; hurry up and sit down to eat!”

Upon seeing delicious food, Xiu Qingcheng immediately abandoned the shiny jewelry she had just claimed to like, passed by Meng Yingxing to sit at the table, and picked up her chopsticks.

“So Master likes shiny things…”

Meng Yingxing turned his body towards Xiu Qingcheng, lowering his eyes thoughtfully.

‘Besides things related to swords, Master also likes shiny things…’

Now Meng Yingxing wouldn’t worry about what to pick when giving Xiu Qingcheng gifts in the future.

“Hey, hurry up and sit over here to eat. I’ve said before that eating alone is very boring!”

Hearing Xiu Qingcheng calling him, Meng Yingxing immediately raised his head.

Before the table filled with dishes, Xiu Qingcheng was waving at him, beckoning him over.

Master’s dissatisfied expression was very cute.

Thinking this, Meng Yingxing looked at Xiu Qingcheng who was completely defenseless against him, and his heartbeat accelerated slightly.

Probably… this was the so-called feeling of happiness?

One person, a table of hot dishes, was enough to satisfy a person.

At the dinner table, Meng Yingxing was busy picking up food for Xiu Qingcheng, clearly coaxing her like a child.

Xiu Qingcheng suddenly said mysteriously that she would give Meng Yingxing a gift after the meal.

This piqued Meng Yingxing’s curiosity.

Master had never given him any gift before, which he understood; after all, as a sword, Master basically had nothing around her.

Many things needed to be prepared by him.

Meng Yingxing was very curious about what Xiu Qingcheng would give.

Xiu Qingcheng only had those things she asked for from Nan Feixue in her hand.

Master couldn’t be so unscrupulous as to offer borrowed flowers to Buddha, right?

Meng Yingxing still held some expectations for Xiu Qingcheng.