Chapter 119
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The inside of the Sword Casting Hall was extremely hot. The sweat fell down his cheeks and dripped onto the high-temperature forging table, with the ‘zi’ sound, it instantly evaporated.
Qin Lang ignored it, and didn’t have time to wipe his sweat. He continues to cast it wholeheartedly.
Of course, that’s just what a certain someone saw, as for him, of course he naturally let it hang up1The meaning here is like just letting a computer run without doing anything– the importance of having an AI/plug-in.
Although Yun Jue is beautiful in 360 degrees without any blind spots, but shirtless with black iron pliers and a hammer that is more compatible with tough guys, Qin Lang show himself like this, if he still doesn’t love and get up and he is not interested in this kind of hard work him, then how about he be the one on top instead?
Alas, he also has to rack his brain to make his junior brother not be ‘discovered’ by him.
For example, right now, Lang Qianxing was holding an ancient book on the second floor of the library, but his eyes were squinting at the small window on the opposite side of the Casting Sword Hall.
Blacksmiths, those with talent or good abilities will choose to put the raw materials that need to be forged into the furnace, then use their own cultivation to skillfully polish a fine piece.
However, real masters are like beginners who just learn to forge. They use their own hands and a heavy hammer to temper the melted raw materials into the most suitable shape, and then reheat it again, take it out again and repeat it again and again, removing all impurities from the raw materials, making the weapon become purer step by step.
Although this method is a bit slower than using one’s cultivation base directly, it allows the refiner to temper themselves while tempering the weapon, which is also a process of cultivation. Those cultivators who are complacent about their ability to use their cultivation base to refine tools often take a long time to realize what they are missing.
With such a boring process, the cultivator who was patient enough to keep repeating the same action, focusing on forging, perseverance and forbearing, is worthy of admiration no matter how one looks at it.
Qin Lang listened to the sound of the increase in favorability, and threw the sword that had been cast into the fire again, a faint smile appeared on his face illuminated by the fire.
Then he seemed to notice something, and moved his eyes from the fire to the small window, through which he could see the library on the opposite side.
The man upstairs lay quietly on the table, with the book open and propped in front of his head, looking lazy.
Qin Lang quickly withdrew his gaze and patiently waited for the material in the fire to melt into a golden red from the high temperature.
After another day of sweating, Qin Lang would go to the back of the peak to take a bath, even though he could remove the filth with a casual spell.
It’s just that because Lang Qianxing peeked at him last time. In order not to ruin his character set up, he still set a restriction here, not giving Lang Qianxing another chance to intrude.
Fortunately, a certain someone was not thin-skinned at all. When he returned to the room with a refreshed body after taking a bath, Lang Qianxing came to him.
“Master, it’s me.” The figure outside the door knocked on the door.
Qin Lang raised his eyebrows. His husband’s tone has a touch of obsession in it. Is this the feeling of carrying out a clandestine love affair?
“Come in.”
Lang Qianxing opened the door and came in, then closed the door and looked at Qin Lang, who was standing by the case and selected various stones to put on the case, with long hair.
“What’s the matter?” Qin Lang picked up one of the pieces and looked at it carefully before putting it down.
“Master, I can’t calm down to cultivation.” When Lang Qianxing said this, he, the disciple, didn’t feel any shame at all. Instead, there was a wicked smile on his lips as his eyes looked straight at Qin Lang’s profile.
Qin Lang’s stone selection was interrupted. He looked up at him, after seeing the expression on his face, he didn’t speak.
Seeing Qin Lang ignoring him, Lang Qianxing was neither surprised nor disappointed. He quietly stood aside watching Qin Lang’s every move, and asked after a while, “Is master refining weapons? I saw master in the Sword Casting Hall in the library.”
Qin Lang wanted to laugh when he heard it. His husband said it too openly, as if the peeping during the day was just a casual glance, not something he did on purpose.
“Knowing that I am in the Sword Casting Hall, you are still lazy in the library pavilion?” Qin Lang asked back.
Lang Qianxing smiled indifferently: “Anyway, master is not really trying to teach this disciple. As long as I stay in Qingyun Peak, it doesn’t seem to matter to master whether I’m serious or not.”
Hearing this, Qin Lang frowned and looked at the self-deprecating smile on his face, “Do you think you are a prisoner?”
Lang Qianxing hummed, “Isn’t it?”
Qin Lang seemed a little angry, and threw the rough stone he had just chosen back on the case. This was the first time Lang Qianxing saw him angry, but it didn’t make him feel scared.
Qin Lang was silent for a while, and said, “If that’s the case, why did you come to me and say you can’t calm down to cultivate?”
“Because even if I think so, I still want to ask master for the answer. Am I your disciple or a prisoner under your watch.” Lang Qianxing continued, “Master said that he wants to save me, so you came to the ming zhong meeting and accepted me as a disciple, but when I came to Qingyun Peak, master actually ignored me.”
Oh, Qin Lang understood. His husband was blaming him for not teaching him like other people’s masters, and not being as close as other people’s masters and disciples. His indifference is like he doesn’t care about him, the words he said to save him are just like empty words. In fact, he has long thought that he will become a sinner like the painting he gave him, and harm Tianyun Sect. That’s why he placed him on Qingyun Peak, under his own eyes.
Although this is a little better than killing him directly, it is only a little bit.
It was Qin Lang’s first time becoming a master, so of course he could not be as close as other masters because of his indifferent temperament, but Lang Qianxing’s situation was special. Qin Lang had to consider his thoughts and make a new plan.
Thinking like this, Qin Lang put away all the rough stones on the case, walked to the small desk with a qin on the side, sat down, and stroked the strings with both hands, “Listen to this song clearly, then go back and practice hard. In seven days, play it for me.”
With a smile of success hidden in Lang Qianxing’s eyes, he replied, “Yes.”
Since Lang Qianxing said that he couldn’t calm down during cultivating, Qin Lang played him a song that could calm his mind.
The long hair that had been draped over his shoulders because he had just bathed now gently pressed against Qin Lang’s ear.
Lang Qianxing stared at him quietly. He could feel the gentleness of this piece, even though the person playing it seemed so indifferent.
He thought that Yun Jue was probably different from Yun Hua.
Yun Hua is always smiling, everyone thinks he is the most easy-going and gentle, but they can’t see the malice behind his smile. Yun Jue never smiled in front of everyone in Tianyun Sect. Everyone thought that he was not easy to get along with, but after hearing his dissatisfaction, he considered his feelings and gave him the answer he wanted with his actions.
Tolerance, Lang Qianxing vaguely realized Qin Lang’s attitude towards him.
[Ding, Lang Qianxing – favorability +10, current favorability -10.]
Or maybe this is just the effect of Qin Lang’s qin music, but Lang Qianxing put away his previous disdain and ridicule and listened carefully, taking note of each melody.
Qin Lang put his hands flat on the strings, the song was over. He stood up, looked at Lang Qianxing and said, “Did you hear it clearly?”
Lang Qianxing thought for a while and then nodded.
“Then go back.” Qin Lang turned around and walked towards the case again, apparently to continue picking stones.
Lang Qianxing stood still, seemingly a little hesitant to speak.
Qin Lang glanced at him, took out the materials from his storage ring and put them on the case, “Speak up if you have something to say.”
Lang Qianxing licked his lips, “Master, can I come to see you every night from now on? Master, teaching and answering solve a lot of doubts. Master needs to refine tools during the day, so I will come to master at this hour to cultivate.”
Afraid that Qin Lang would not agree, he even boldly reminded Qin Lang that he is his master.
Qin Lang was slightly annoyed, and threw him out of the yard with a wave of his sleeves, and sent him a cold voice from a distance: “win an inch, want a foot.”
Lang Qianxing got up from the ground, patted the grass on his clothes, cupped his hands and bow in Yun Jue’s direction, and then returned to his room.
There was a smile on his face along the way. After all, his master only said that he ‘win an inch, want a foot’ but he didn’t say no.
Qin Lang wanted to say that his husband’s comprehension ability was really 100%.
So, on the second night, Lang Qianxing really came to Qin Lang’s door again at Chen Shi.
Qin Lang added another kind of stone today, and came back from the spiritual spring bath a little later. Seeing Lang Qianxing standing in the yard waiting for him, he just glanced at him but didn’t tell him to leave.
Seeing that Qin Lang didn’t mean to drive him away, Lang Qianxing followed Qin Lang into the room.
“Master…” Lang Qianxing called out softly after entering the room.
This reminded Qin Lang of the little fox in the previous world. If Lang Qianxing also had ears now, the ears that stood up would droop down, looking very aggrieved.
He’s like a student who was like ‘I want to go to class, but the teacher doesn’t teach me’.
Qin Lang stared at him for a while, “Come and grind ink for me.”
Still soft-hearted.
Qin Lang looked at Lang Qianxing approaching happily, as if he saw a wolf with a big tail. Well, in this world, his husband is not a cute little fox, but a wolf full of bad water.
“What is master writing about?” Lang Qianxing grinded the ink and watched Qin Lang write.
“About smelting.” Qin Lang explained briefly, never saying anything about the sword he usually forged in the Sword Casting Hall was for Lang Qianxing.
Then the master and disciple were silent. Although Lang Qianxing was thinking of staying with Qin Lang every night, he would not really disturb Qin Lang’s work, so as to really annoy him.
When Qin Lang finished writing, he realized that Lang Qianxing had been staring at him intently.
His gaze moved around, probably because he was not used to Lang Qianxing looking at him so intently, “What are you looking at me for?”
Lang Qianxing’s eyes were still locked on Qin Lang’s face, his tone was a little soft: “Look at the beautiful master. Master is the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”
Yo, young lad, your earthy love words for the situation is quite good.
Although Yun Jue was watched by many disciples every time he appeared in Tianyun Sect, those disciples mostly looked at him secretly and dared not look directly at him.
Even Yun Hua, who adores him, when sees him, is very tactful and reserved. He was caught off guard by Lang Qianxing’s straight eyes, and he even slapped his face in a slightly teasing way regardless of respect, which made him, who had never been in contact with love, feel a little embarrassed for a while.
As a result, Qin Lang waved his sleeves again and drove Lang Qianxing out of the yard again, this time without saying a word to Lang Qianxing.
Lang Qianxing got up from the ground and made a ‘hiss’. The fall hurt a little more than yesterday, but he was not injured. It can be seen that his master was indeed tolerant towards him.
Thinking of Qin Lang’s ear lobes that had been hidden under his hair just now, which were slightly red, Lang Qianxing felt unbearable. The person who seems ruthless and disinterested is actually shy. Once such abstinent people become shy, they can really kill people.
Early in the morning, as soon as Qin Lang stepped out of the yard, Lang Qianxing followed.
He seemed to know that he was wrong, and kept his head down behind Qin Lang, as if admitting his mistake.
Outside the Sword Casting Hall, Qin Lang paused as he was about to open the hall door, “Go and practice talisman making with Zhong Yi and Bo Yi.”
Lang Qianxing protest: “Master, I want to see your weapon refining.”
Qin Lang wanted to refuse, but when he remembered what happened last night, he said, “Then come in.”
“Thank you, master.” Lang Qianxing looked up at Qin Lang’s back. He knew that he annoyed Qin Lang last night, so how could his anger be eliminated if he didn’t punish him?
He didn’t want to be unable to go to master’s room at night in the future.
T/N: From what I know, Chen shi seem to be like 7-9 am, idk why it’s nighttime here but oh well ┐(´∇｀)┌
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The inside of the Sword Casting Hall was extremely hot. The sweat fell down his cheeks and dripped onto the high-temperature forging table, with the ‘zi’ sound, it instantly evaporated.
Qin Lang ignored it, and didn’t have time to wipe his sweat. He continues to cast it wholeheartedly.
Of course, that’s just what a certain someone saw, as for him, of course he naturally let it hang up1The meaning here is like just letting a computer run without doing anything– the importance of having an AI/plug-in.
Although Yun Jue is beautiful in 360 degrees without any blind spots, but shirtless with black iron pliers and a hammer that is more compatible with tough guys, Qin Lang show himself like this, if he still doesn’t love and get up and he is not interested in this kind of hard work him, then how about he be the one on top instead?
Alas, he also has to rack his brain to make his junior brother not be ‘discovered’ by him.
For example, right now, Lang Qianxing was holding an ancient book on the second floor of the library, but his eyes were squinting at the small window on the opposite side of the Casting Sword Hall.
Blacksmiths, those with talent or good abilities will choose to put the raw materials that need to be forged into the furnace, then use their own cultivation to skillfully polish a fine piece.
However, real masters are like beginners who just learn to forge. They use their own hands and a heavy hammer to temper the melted raw materials into the most suitable shape, and then reheat it again, take it out again and repeat it again and again, removing all impurities from the raw materials, making the weapon become purer step by step.
Although this method is a bit slower than using one’s cultivation base directly, it allows the refiner to temper themselves while tempering the weapon, which is also a process of cultivation. Those cultivators who are complacent about their ability to use their cultivation base to refine tools often take a long time to realize what they are missing.
With such a boring process, the cultivator who was patient enough to keep repeating the same action, focusing on forging, perseverance and forbearing, is worthy of admiration no matter how one looks at it.
Qin Lang listened to the sound of the increase in favorability, and threw the sword that had been cast into the fire again, a faint smile appeared on his face illuminated by the fire.
Then he seemed to notice something, and moved his eyes from the fire to the small window, through which he could see the library on the opposite side.
The man upstairs lay quietly on the table, with the book open and propped in front of his head, looking lazy.
Qin Lang quickly withdrew his gaze and patiently waited for the material in the fire to melt into a golden red from the high temperature.
After another day of sweating, Qin Lang would go to the back of the peak to take a bath, even though he could remove the filth with a casual spell.
It’s just that because Lang Qianxing peeked at him last time. In order not to ruin his character set up, he still set a restriction here, not giving Lang Qianxing another chance to intrude.
Fortunately, a certain someone was not thin-skinned at all. When he returned to the room with a refreshed body after taking a bath, Lang Qianxing came to him.
“Master, it’s me.” The figure outside the door knocked on the door.
Qin Lang raised his eyebrows. His husband’s tone has a touch of obsession in it. Is this the feeling of carrying out a clandestine love affair?
“Come in.”
Lang Qianxing opened the door and came in, then closed the door and looked at Qin Lang, who was standing by the case and selected various stones to put on the case, with long hair.
“What’s the matter?” Qin Lang picked up one of the pieces and looked at it carefully before putting it down.
“Master, I can’t calm down to cultivation.” When Lang Qianxing said this, he, the disciple, didn’t feel any shame at all. Instead, there was a wicked smile on his lips as his eyes looked straight at Qin Lang’s profile.
Qin Lang’s stone selection was interrupted. He looked up at him, after seeing the expression on his face, he didn’t speak.
Seeing Qin Lang ignoring him, Lang Qianxing was neither surprised nor disappointed. He quietly stood aside watching Qin Lang’s every move, and asked after a while, “Is master refining weapons? I saw master in the Sword Casting Hall in the library.”
Qin Lang wanted to laugh when he heard it. His husband said it too openly, as if the peeping during the day was just a casual glance, not something he did on purpose.
“Knowing that I am in the Sword Casting Hall, you are still lazy in the library pavilion?” Qin Lang asked back.
Lang Qianxing smiled indifferently: “Anyway, master is not really trying to teach this disciple. As long as I stay in Qingyun Peak, it doesn’t seem to matter to master whether I’m serious or not.”
Hearing this, Qin Lang frowned and looked at the self-deprecating smile on his face, “Do you think you are a prisoner?”
Lang Qianxing hummed, “Isn’t it?”
Qin Lang seemed a little angry, and threw the rough stone he had just chosen back on the case. This was the first time Lang Qianxing saw him angry, but it didn’t make him feel scared.
Qin Lang was silent for a while, and said, “If that’s the case, why did you come to me and say you can’t calm down to cultivate?”
“Because even if I think so, I still want to ask master for the answer. Am I your disciple or a prisoner under your watch.” Lang Qianxing continued, “Master said that he wants to save me, so you came to the ming zhong meeting and accepted me as a disciple, but when I came to Qingyun Peak, master actually ignored me.”
Oh, Qin Lang understood. His husband was blaming him for not teaching him like other people’s masters, and not being as close as other people’s masters and disciples. His indifference is like he doesn’t care about him, the words he said to save him are just like empty words. In fact, he has long thought that he will become a sinner like the painting he gave him, and harm Tianyun Sect. That’s why he placed him on Qingyun Peak, under his own eyes.
Although this is a little better than killing him directly, it is only a little bit.
It was Qin Lang’s first time becoming a master, so of course he could not be as close as other masters because of his indifferent temperament, but Lang Qianxing’s situation was special. Qin Lang had to consider his thoughts and make a new plan.
Thinking like this, Qin Lang put away all the rough stones on the case, walked to the small desk with a qin on the side, sat down, and stroked the strings with both hands, “Listen to this song clearly, then go back and practice hard. In seven days, play it for me.”
With a smile of success hidden in Lang Qianxing’s eyes, he replied, “Yes.”
Since Lang Qianxing said that he couldn’t calm down during cultivating, Qin Lang played him a song that could calm his mind.
The long hair that had been draped over his shoulders because he had just bathed now gently pressed against Qin Lang’s ear.
Lang Qianxing stared at him quietly. He could feel the gentleness of this piece, even though the person playing it seemed so indifferent.
He thought that Yun Jue was probably different from Yun Hua.
Yun Hua is always smiling, everyone thinks he is the most easy-going and gentle, but they can’t see the malice behind his smile. Yun Jue never smiled in front of everyone in Tianyun Sect. Everyone thought that he was not easy to get along with, but after hearing his dissatisfaction, he considered his feelings and gave him the answer he wanted with his actions.
Tolerance, Lang Qianxing vaguely realized Qin Lang’s attitude towards him.
[Ding, Lang Qianxing – favorability +10, current favorability -10.]
Or maybe this is just the effect of Qin Lang’s qin music, but Lang Qianxing put away his previous disdain and ridicule and listened carefully, taking note of each melody.
Qin Lang put his hands flat on the strings, the song was over. He stood up, looked at Lang Qianxing and said, “Did you hear it clearly?”
Lang Qianxing thought for a while and then nodded.
“Then go back.” Qin Lang turned around and walked towards the case again, apparently to continue picking stones.
Lang Qianxing stood still, seemingly a little hesitant to speak.
Qin Lang glanced at him, took out the materials from his storage ring and put them on the case, “Speak up if you have something to say.”
Lang Qianxing licked his lips, “Master, can I come to see you every night from now on? Master, teaching and answering solve a lot of doubts. Master needs to refine tools during the day, so I will come to master at this hour to cultivate.”
Afraid that Qin Lang would not agree, he even boldly reminded Qin Lang that he is his master.
Qin Lang was slightly annoyed, and threw him out of the yard with a wave of his sleeves, and sent him a cold voice from a distance: “win an inch, want a foot.”
Lang Qianxing got up from the ground, patted the grass on his clothes, cupped his hands and bow in Yun Jue’s direction, and then returned to his room.
There was a smile on his face along the way. After all, his master only said that he ‘win an inch, want a foot’ but he didn’t say no.
Qin Lang wanted to say that his husband’s comprehension ability was really 100%.
So, on the second night, Lang Qianxing really came to Qin Lang’s door again at Chen Shi.
Qin Lang added another kind of stone today, and came back from the spiritual spring bath a little later. Seeing Lang Qianxing standing in the yard waiting for him, he just glanced at him but didn’t tell him to leave.
Seeing that Qin Lang didn’t mean to drive him away, Lang Qianxing followed Qin Lang into the room.
“Master…” Lang Qianxing called out softly after entering the room.
This reminded Qin Lang of the little fox in the previous world. If Lang Qianxing also had ears now, the ears that stood up would droop down, looking very aggrieved.
He’s like a student who was like ‘I want to go to class, but the teacher doesn’t teach me’.
Qin Lang stared at him for a while, “Come and grind ink for me.”
Still soft-hearted.
Qin Lang looked at Lang Qianxing approaching happily, as if he saw a wolf with a big tail. Well, in this world, his husband is not a cute little fox, but a wolf full of bad water.
“What is master writing about?” Lang Qianxing grinded the ink and watched Qin Lang write.
“About smelting.” Qin Lang explained briefly, never saying anything about the sword he usually forged in the Sword Casting Hall was for Lang Qianxing.
Then the master and disciple were silent. Although Lang Qianxing was thinking of staying with Qin Lang every night, he would not really disturb Qin Lang’s work, so as to really annoy him.
When Qin Lang finished writing, he realized that Lang Qianxing had been staring at him intently.
His gaze moved around, probably because he was not used to Lang Qianxing looking at him so intently, “What are you looking at me for?”
Lang Qianxing’s eyes were still locked on Qin Lang’s face, his tone was a little soft: “Look at the beautiful master. Master is the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”
Yo, young lad, your earthy love words for the situation is quite good.
Although Yun Jue was watched by many disciples every time he appeared in Tianyun Sect, those disciples mostly looked at him secretly and dared not look directly at him.
Even Yun Hua, who adores him, when sees him, is very tactful and reserved. He was caught off guard by Lang Qianxing’s straight eyes, and he even slapped his face in a slightly teasing way regardless of respect, which made him, who had never been in contact with love, feel a little embarrassed for a while.
As a result, Qin Lang waved his sleeves again and drove Lang Qianxing out of the yard again, this time without saying a word to Lang Qianxing.
Lang Qianxing got up from the ground and made a ‘hiss’. The fall hurt a little more than yesterday, but he was not injured. It can be seen that his master was indeed tolerant towards him.
Thinking of Qin Lang’s ear lobes that had been hidden under his hair just now, which were slightly red, Lang Qianxing felt unbearable. The person who seems ruthless and disinterested is actually shy. Once such abstinent people become shy, they can really kill people.
Early in the morning, as soon as Qin Lang stepped out of the yard, Lang Qianxing followed.
He seemed to know that he was wrong, and kept his head down behind Qin Lang, as if admitting his mistake.
Outside the Sword Casting Hall, Qin Lang paused as he was about to open the hall door, “Go and practice talisman making with Zhong Yi and Bo Yi.”
Lang Qianxing protest: “Master, I want to see your weapon refining.”
Qin Lang wanted to refuse, but when he remembered what happened last night, he said, “Then come in.”
“Thank you, master.” Lang Qianxing looked up at Qin Lang’s back. He knew that he annoyed Qin Lang last night, so how could his anger be eliminated if he didn’t punish him?
He didn’t want to be unable to go to master’s room at night in the future.
T/N: From what I know, Chen shi seem to be like 7-9 am, idk why it’s nighttime here but oh well ┐(´∇｀)┌
The inside of the Sword Casting Hall was extremely hot. The sweat fell down his cheeks and dripped onto the high-temperature forging table, with the zi' sound, it instantly evaporated.Qin Lang ignored it, and didn't have time to wipe his sweat. He continues to cast it wholeheartedly.Of course, that's just what a certain someone saw, as for him, of course he naturally let it hang up1The meaning here is like just letting a computer run without doing anything the importance of having an AI/plug-in.Although Yun Jue is beautiful in 360 degrees without any blind spots, but shirtless with black iron pliers and a hammer that is more compatible with tough guys, Qin Lang show himself like this, if he still doesn't love and get up and he is not interested in this kind of hard work him, then how about he be the one on top instead?Alas, he also has to rack his brain to make his junior brother not be discovered' by him.For example, right now, Lang Qianxing was holding an ancient book on the second floor of the library, but his eyes were squinting at the small window on the opposite side of the Casting Sword Hall.Blacksmiths, those with talent or good abilities will choose to put the raw materials that need to be forged into the furnace, then use their own cultivation to skillfully polish a fine piece.However, real masters are like beginners who just learn to forge. They use their own hands and a heavy hammer to temper the melted raw materials into the most suitable shape, and then reheat it again, take it out again and repeat it again and again, removing all impurities from the raw materials, making the weapon become purer step by step.Although this method is a bit slower than using one's cultivation base directly, it allows the refiner to temper themselves while tempering the weapon, which is also a process of cultivation. Those cultivators who are complacent about their ability to use their cultivation base to refine tools often take a long time to realize what they are missing.With such a boring process, the cultivator who was patient enough to keep repeating the same action, focusing on forging, perseverance and forbearing, is worthy of admiration no matter how one looks at it.Qin Lang listened to the sound of the increase in favorability, and threw the sword that had been cast into the fire again, a faint smile appeared on his face illuminated by the fire.Then he seemed to notice something, and moved his eyes from the fire to the small window, through which he could see the library on the opposite side.The man upstairs lay quietly on the table, with the book open and propped in front of his head, looking lazy.Qin Lang quickly withdrew his gaze and patiently waited for the material in the fire to melt into a golden red from the high temperature.After another day of sweating, Qin Lang would go to the back of the peak to take a bath, even though he could remove the filth with a casual spell.It's just that because Lang Qianxing peeked at him last time. In order not to ruin his character set up, he still set a restriction here, not giving Lang Qianxing another chance to intrude.Fortunately, a certain someone was not thin-skinned at all. When he returned to the room with a refreshed body after taking a bath, Lang Qianxing came to him.Master, it's me. The figure outside the door knocked on the door.Qin Lang raised his eyebrows. His husband's tone has a touch of obsession in it. Is this the feeling of carrying out a clandestine love affair?Come in.Lang Qianxing opened the door and came in, then closed the door and looked at Qin Lang, who was standing by the case and selected various stones to put on the case, with long hair.What's the matter? Qin Lang picked up one of the pieces and looked at it carefully before putting it down.Master, I can't calm down to cultivation. When Lang Qianxing said this, he, the disciple, didn't feel any shame at all. Instead, there was a wicked smile on his lips as his eyes looked straight at Qin Lang's profile.Qin Lang's stone selection was interrupted. He looked up at him, after seeing the expression on his face, he didn't speak.Seeing Qin Lang ignoring him, Lang Qianxing was neither surprised nor disappointed. He quietly stood aside watching Qin Lang's every move, and asked after a while, Is master refining weapons? I saw master in the Sword Casting Hall in the library.Qin Lang wanted to laugh when he heard it. His husband said it too openly, as if the peeping during the day was just a casual glance, not something he did on purpose.Knowing that I am in the Sword Casting Hall, you are still lazy in the library pavilion? Qin Lang asked back.Lang Qianxing smiled indifferently: Anyway, master is not really trying to teach this disciple. As long as I stay in Qingyun Peak, it doesn't seem to matter to master whether I'm serious or not.Hearing this, Qin Lang frowned and looked at the self-deprecating smile on his face, Do you think you are a prisoner?Lang Qianxing hummed, Isn't it?Qin Lang seemed a little angry, and threw the rough stone he had just chosen back on the case. This was the first time Lang Qianxing saw him angry, but it didn't make him feel scared.Qin Lang was silent for a while, and said, If that's the case, why did you come to me and say you can't calm down to cultivate?Because even if I think so, I still want to ask master for the answer. Am I your disciple or a prisoner under your watch. Lang Qianxing continued, Master said that he wants to save me, so you came to the ming zhong meeting and accepted me as a disciple, but when I came to Qingyun Peak, master actually ignored me.Oh, Qin Lang understood. His husband was blaming him for not teaching him like other people's masters, and not being as close as other people's masters and disciples. His indifference is like he doesn't care about him, the words he said to save him are just like empty words. In fact, he has long thought that he will become a sinner like the painting he gave him, and harm Tianyun Sect. That's why he placed him on Qingyun Peak, under his own eyes.Although this is a little better than killing him directly, it is only a little bit.It was Qin Lang's first time becoming a master, so of course he could not be as close as other masters because of his indifferent temperament, but Lang Qianxing's situation was special. Qin Lang had to consider his thoughts and make a new plan.Thinking like this, Qin Lang put away all the rough stones on the case, walked to the small desk with a qin on the side, sat down, and stroked the strings with both hands, Listen to this song clearly, then go back and practice hard. In seven days, play it for me.With a smile of success hidden in Lang Qianxing's eyes, he replied, Yes.Since Lang Qianxing said that he couldn't calm down during cultivating, Qin Lang played him a song that could calm his mind.The long hair that had been draped over his shoulders because he had just bathed now gently pressed against Qin Lang's ear.Lang Qianxing stared at him quietly. He could feel the gentleness of this piece, even though the person playing it seemed so indifferent.He thought that Yun Jue was probably different from Yun Hua.Yun Hua is always smiling, everyone thinks he is the most easy-going and gentle, but they can't see the malice behind his smile. Yun Jue never smiled in front of everyone in Tianyun Sect. Everyone thought that he was not easy to get along with, but after hearing his dissatisfaction, he considered his feelings and gave him the answer he wanted with his actions.Tolerance, Lang Qianxing vaguely realized Qin Lang's attitude towards him.Ding, Lang Qianxing favorability +10, current favorability -10.Or maybe this is just the effect of Qin Lang's qin music, but Lang Qianxing put away his previous disdain and ridicule and listened carefully, taking note of each melody.Qin Lang put his hands flat on the strings, the song was over. He stood up, looked at Lang Qianxing and said, Did you hear it clearly?Lang Qianxing thought for a while and then nodded.Then go back. Qin Lang turned around and walked towards the case again, apparently to continue picking stones.Lang Qianxing stood still, seemingly a little hesitant to speak.Qin Lang glanced at him, took out the materials from his storage ring and put them on the case, Speak up if you have something to say.Lang Qianxing licked his lips, Master, can I come to see you every night from now on? Master, teaching and answering solve a lot of doubts. Master needs to refine tools during the day, so I will come to master at this hour to cultivate.Afraid that Qin Lang would not agree, he even boldly reminded Qin Lang that he is his master.Qin Lang was slightly annoyed, and threw him out of the yard with a wave of his sleeves, and sent him a cold voice from a distance: win an inch, want a foot.Lang Qianxing got up from the ground, patted the grass on his clothes, cupped his hands and bow in Yun Jue's direction, and then returned to his room.There was a smile on his face along the way. After all, his master only said that he win an inch, want a foot' but he didn't say no.Qin Lang wanted to say that his husband's comprehension ability was really 100%.So, on the second night, Lang Qianxing really came to Qin Lang's door again at Chen Shi.Qin Lang added another kind of stone today, and came back from the spiritual spring bath a little later. Seeing Lang Qianxing standing in the yard waiting for him, he just glanced at him but didn't tell him to leave.Seeing that Qin Lang didn't mean to drive him away, Lang Qianxing followed Qin Lang into the room.Master Lang Qianxing called out softly after entering the room.This reminded Qin Lang of the little fox in the previous world. If Lang Qianxing also had ears now, the ears that stood up would droop down, looking very aggrieved.He's like a student who was like I want to go to class, but the teacher doesn't teach me'.Qin Lang stared at him for a while, Come and grind ink for me.Still soft-hearted.Qin Lang looked at Lang Qianxing approaching happily, as if he saw a wolf with a big tail. Well, in this world, his husband is not a cute little fox, but a wolf full of bad water.What is master writing about? Lang Qianxing grinded the ink and watched Qin Lang write.About smelting. Qin Lang explained briefly, never saying anything about the sword he usually forged in the Sword Casting Hall was for Lang Qianxing.Then the master and disciple were silent. Although Lang Qianxing was thinking of staying with Qin Lang every night, he would not really disturb Qin Lang's work, so as to really annoy him.When Qin Lang finished writing, he realized that Lang Qianxing had been staring at him intently.His gaze moved around, probably because he was not used to Lang Qianxing looking at him so intently, What are you looking at me for?Lang Qianxing's eyes were still locked on Qin Lang's face, his tone was a little soft: Look at the beautiful master. Master is the most beautiful person I have ever seen.Yo, young lad, your earthy love words for the situation is quite good.Although Yun Jue was watched by many disciples every time he appeared in Tianyun Sect, those disciples mostly looked at him secretly and dared not look directly at him.Even Yun Hua, who adores him, when sees him, is very tactful and reserved. He was caught off guard by Lang Qianxing's straight eyes, and he even slapped his face in a slightly teasing way regardless of respect, which made him, who had never been in contact with love, feel a little embarrassed for a while.As a result, Qin Lang waved his sleeves again and drove Lang Qianxing out of the yard again, this time without saying a word to Lang Qianxing.Lang Qianxing got up from the ground and made a hiss'. The fall hurt a little more than yesterday, but he was not injured. It can be seen that his master was indeed tolerant towards him.Thinking of Qin Lang's ear lobes that had been hidden under his hair just now, which were slightly red, Lang Qianxing felt unbearable. The person who seems ruthless and disinterested is actually shy. Once such abstinent people become shy, they can really kill people.Early in the morning, as soon as Qin Lang stepped out of the yard, Lang Qianxing followed.He seemed to know that he was wrong, and kept his head down behind Qin Lang, as if admitting his mistake.Outside the Sword Casting Hall, Qin Lang paused as he was about to open the hall door, Go and practice talisman making with Zhong Yi and Bo Yi.Lang Qianxing protest: Master, I want to see your weapon refining.Qin Lang wanted to refuse, but when he remembered what happened last night, he said, Then come in.Thank you, master. Lang Qianxing looked up at Qin Lang's back. He knew that he annoyed Qin Lang last night, so how could his anger be eliminated if he didn't punish him?He didn't want to be unable to go to master's room at night in the future.T/N: From what I know, Chen shi seem to be like 7-9 am, idk why it's nighttime here but oh well
