novelapdf Chapter 299 The Tea Party at Qingquan Peak Meets a Disaster
Chapter 299 The Tea Party at Qingquan Peak Meets a Disaster
Jin Qiaoqiao looked up.
"Do I look like someone who wastes things?"
Lin Miaoyin casually added a sentence.
"picture."
Jin Qiaoqiao put the osmanthus pastry back on the plate.
"Lin Miaoyin, did you come here specifically tonight to argue with me?"
Lin Miaoyin smiled and said, "No."
"I'm here tonight to lay low."
"The threshold of Zizhu Peak is almost worn out by people walking around."
"Some people came to probe my thoughts, some came to check on my injuries, and some pretended to care about me, but actually wanted to see if I was crippled."
Mo Chengyue swallowed the roasted meat in his mouth and nodded seriously.
"So you came to Qingquan Peak and brought trouble to my doorstep?"
Lin Miaoyin said softly, "Mo Lang, those words are hurtful."
"I've even given up my position as a saintess. Can't a helpless, lonely woman like me even come to you for a cup of tea?"
Looking at her frail and delicate appearance, Qin Wanzhuang gave a very straightforward assessment.
"You've overdone it."
Jin Qiaoqiao nodded as well.
"You were really angry when you insulted Elder Yulin Peak just now."
Lin Miaoyin's eyes flickered, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.
"Swearing and acting cute are not mutually exclusive."
Mo Chengyue held the teacup, with only one thought in his mind.
The people sitting in this room are not a few beauties.
These are clearly ancestors who could overturn the table at any moment.
The difficulty of his survival in this life has probably been brought to its peak by this bamboo forest on the back of Qingquan Peak.
Qin Wanzhuang pushed a cup of tea in front of him.
"Have some tea."
Mo Chengyue was flattered.
"Did Senior Sister pour it herself?"
Qin Wanzhuang said, "Don't overthink it."
"The teapot is too far from you; I'm worried you'll knock the pastry off when you reach for it."
Mo Chengyue looked down at the table.
really.
His second senior sister's concern for him was always mixed with her obsession with cleanliness.
Lin Miaoyin found it interesting.
"Senior Sister Qin really knows how to take care of people."
Qin Wanzhuang looked up at her.
"If you take your feet off the tiger-skin rug, I can also caress you."
Lin Miaoyin looked down at her bare toes and smiled even more brightly.
"My feet are very clean."
Qin Wanzhuang said, "The tiger-skin blanket is not clean."
Jin Qiaoqiao immediately expressed her dissatisfaction.
"That's my blanket."
Qin Wanzhuang said, "That's why we should wash even more."
Jin Qiaoqiao squinted her eyes.
"You think my stuff is dirty?"
Qin Wanzhuang nodded.
"Disgusting."
Mo Chengyue almost spat out the tea he had just drunk.
He quickly put down his teacup, reached out to press down the corner of the table, and spoke rapidly.
"Senior sister, senior, let's keep things peaceful tonight."
"The tiger-skin blanket is washable."
"I'll wash it."
"The teaware can be wiped."
"Holy crap."
"If there is dust in the attic."
"I'll bring a rag tomorrow."
A playful glint appeared on Jin Qiaoqiao's lips.
"You're quite skilled."
Mo Chengyue smiled sadly.
"When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head."
"Besides, there are three knives next to my head."
Lin Miaoyin corrected him.
"I am not a knife."
"I am a pipa."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at her.
"The Murderous Pipa"
Jin Qiaoqiao slowly delivered the finishing blow.
"The pipa still chooses the right time to kill."
Lin Miaoyin was not ashamed; instead, she gently touched the rim of her glass.
"Thank you for the compliment."
Wenren Ji was still standing outside the door. After a long silence, he said, "I'm leaving."
Mo Chengyue quickly greeted them.
"Don't go, junior brother, come in and have something to eat."
Wenren Ji turned his face away.
"There are many people."
"Quarrel."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at the ancient sword in his arms.
"Did you practice your sword today?"
Wenrenji nodded.
"I practiced."
Qin Wanzhuang asked, "How many times?"
Wenren Ji remained silent for a moment.
That's enough.
Qin Wanzhuang said, "Not enough."
Wenren Ji hugged his sword tightly, the tips of his ears turning slightly red.
I'll finish it tomorrow.
Mo Chengyue immediately chimed in.
"Senior sister, junior brother just returned from running errands for our master. Let him rest for a while."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at him.
"Are you speaking up for him?"
Mo Chengyue immediately changed his tune.
"I think my senior is right."
Wenren Ji looked up at him.
"traitor."
Mo Chengyue looked completely innocent.
"That's called assessing the situation and making judgments."
Jin Qiaoqiao laughed out loud.
"Is this how it is daily at Qingquan Peak?"
Lin Miaoyin couldn't help but laugh.
"No wonder Mo Lang was able to survive in the ruins."
"His skin is so thick that even ordinary magic weapons might not be able to cut through it."
Mo Chengyue pushed the osmanthus pastry towards Wenren Ji.
"Junior brother, take two pieces before you leave."
"Don't just practice swordsmanship, eat something sweet, it'll lift your spirits."
Wenren Ji stared at the plate of osmanthus pastries for a moment, then reached out and took one.
Qin Wanzhuang said, "Take another one."
Wenren Ji took another piece.
Qin Wanzhuang said, "Go back and change your outer robe."
Wenren Ji looked down at his faded white sleeves.
"It's not broken."
Qin Wanzhuang said, "It's old."
Wenren said in a muffled voice, "It can be worn."
Mo Chengyue interjected with a smile.
"Junior brother, this is called being thrifty and managing your household well."
"If you think his clothes are old, why don't you buy him new ones?"
Qin Wanzhuang glanced at him.
"the same as you."
Mo Chengyue immediately looked down at his cuffs.
"I can still wear this."
Lin Miaoyin reached out and lifted the hole burned by the talisman fire on his sleeve.
"You call this still wearable?"
Jin Qiaoqiao glanced at his belt.
"The belt is old too."
Qin Wanzhuang added a sentence.
"The boots don't fit."
Mo Chengyue suddenly realized that the tea party had turned from a political maneuvering session into a poverty relief effort.
He quickly pulled his sleeve back.
"Please rest assured, fellow senior sisters and elders."
"I receive a salary from the library, so I won't starve for now."
Lin Miaoyin chuckled softly.
"I have several sets of male monk robes in my Zizhu Peak storeroom. They are plain in color. Come and pick them up tomorrow."
Qin Wanzhuang immediately replied, "No need."
"Disciples of Qingquan Peak, wearing Qingquan Peak uniforms."
Jin Qiaoqiao said slowly and deliberately, "This princess has demon brocade that is fireproof, waterproof, and can also block ordinary hidden weapons."
Lin Miaoyin looked at her.
"You let him walk around the Hehuan Sect wearing demon brocade, are you afraid others won't notice your illicit relationship?"
Jin Qiaoqiao asked in return.
"You think you're innocent just because you gave away Buddhist robes?"
Lin Miaoyin smiled and said, "I can say I'm thanking you for saving my life."
Qin Wanzhuang said, "None of them are allowed to be sent."
Mo Chengyue quickly raised his hand.
"I agree with Second Senior Sister."
"There's no rush when it comes to clothes."
"Clothes make the man, but for a low-key disciple like me, dressing too well makes me an easy target for attention."
Jin Qiaoqiao said, "You're already attracting enough attention."
Lin Miaoyin rested her chin on her hand and said, "Indeed."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at him, her tone brief.
"Stay home as much as possible."
Mo Chengyue nodded obediently.
"clear."
"Starting tomorrow, when traveling between Qingquan Peak and the Sutra Repository, do not look at flowers, people, listen to noise, or engage in idle chatter."
Lin Miaoyin clicked her tongue.
"What if I wait for you on the road?"
Mo Chengyue was very serious.
"I'll take a detour."
Lin Miaoyin raised an eyebrow slightly.
"You dare?"
Mo Chengyue immediately changed his tune.
"Let me ask my second senior sister first."
Qin Wanzhuang nodded in satisfaction.
"It's acceptable."
Jin Qiaoqiao scoffed.
"You're really something."
Mo Chengyue lowered his head and looked meek.
"Your advice is correct."
"My greatest strength is that I'm a complete failure."
Lin Miaoyin laughed so hard she swayed from side to side.
"Mo Lang, if the female disciples in the Scripture Pavilion who admire you hear what you say, they will be heartbroken."
Mo Chengyue was very serious.
"Senior Sister Lin, don't spread rumors."
"The library is filled with the dust from repairing books, but no female disciples who admire me."
Wenren Ji, who was outside the door, took a bite of the osmanthus pastry and suddenly said, "Yes."
Mo Chengyue turned his head.
"What do you mean?"
Wenren Ji said, "Female disciple."
Mo Chengyue's eyelids twitched.
"You saw it?"
Wenrenji nodded.
"Morning."
Someone asked you what kind of tea you like.
Lin Miaoyin became interested.
Which peak?
Wenren Ji thought for a moment.
"Outer uniform".
Jin Qiaoqiao's smile deepened.
"Mo Chengyue, you don't even spare the outer sect girls?"
Mo Chengyue felt wronged.
"I'm innocent."