C13 Qin Chen

"Why are we here?"

Standing on the roof of the Morning Snow Tower, Xue Qilin asked with a strange expression.

At first, she was looking forward to where Lo Qing would take her, but now, she only had doubts. She wondered if she was looking forward to the wrong person.

Lo Qing tucked his hair that was blown by the wind behind his ear and revealed a confident smile.

"You take a look at the scenery first."

"Scene?"

The puzzled Xue Qilin turned its head and looked in front of it.

A gentle breeze blew from afar and caressed her hair. The Snow Qilin couldn't help but widen its eyes.

The cloudless blue sky was crystal clear, and buildings of various sizes were scattered around the mountain peaks.

The sky and the mountains and buildings in the distance seemed to be within his reach. It felt like the distance between them had been shortened a lot.

The Snow Qilin narrowed its eyes slightly and looked at the martial arts field at the mountainside. Countless figures were waving their fists and kicking their legs, and their shouts and shouts could be heard faintly.

It felt good to be able to have a panoramic view of everything from above.

"Little Martial Ancestor, the scenery here is not bad, is it?"

Lo Qing's smile was still calm, but the Xue Qilin could still see a bit of pride in it.

It was as if he was sharing something that he loved with someone else and getting their approval.

"If there is anything that will never disappear, I'm afraid it will only be the people who live in my heart and those beautiful sceneries that I have seen before."

Lo Qing looked at the slightly moved Xue Qilin in shock.

"That's not what I said." The Snow Qilin wrinkled its nose. "I don't like this kind of wrinkly thing. It's just good to put on an act occasionally."

Lo Qing was stunned for a long time and then he chuckled.

"Little Martial Ancestor, where do you want to go first?"

Xue Qilin was stunned for a moment.'You brought me here first because you wanted me to look at the "picture map"?'

After she smiled in relief, she turned around and looked around.

Finally, her sight fell upon a courtyard building on the east side. The courtyard was very strange. There were several chimney-like objects standing tall, and black and white smoke was coming out from them.

"What is that place?"

Lo Qing stuck his head out and looked around before he answered with a smile:

"That is the Sword Smithing Room, the place where Heavenly Jade Palace forges swords."

Sword forging? Xue Qilin thought about how a friend of his had often said that the sword forging techniques in ancient China were extremely advanced and unimaginable, and suddenly became a little interested.

"Let's go there!"

Xue Qilin snapped its fingers and decided their next itinerary.

Lo Qing, who was playing with the whiteboard, stopped and looked at the Snow Qilin.

"Sword Smithing Room?"

She blinked. It was hard for her to believe that the Snow Qilin would want to go to a place that was filled with coal and fire.

"Let's go!"

After saying that, the Xue Qilin jumped down from the Morning Snow Tower.

The two of them went down from the Morning Snow Tower and headed east. After crossing a suspension bridge between two peaks, they finally stepped onto the East Peak.

Although the Middle Peak gave off a sense of immateriality, it nevertheless carried with it a dignified aura. On the other hand, the Eastern Peak gave off a sinister and dangerous feeling. It was probably due to the fact that the Eastern Peak was filled with all kinds of strange stones of various sizes.

The Snow Qilin looked around curiously as it followed Lo Qing's footsteps.

Unwittingly, the Xue Qilin passed through the courtyard door under Lo Qing's lead and entered the Sword Smithing Room.

With just this single step, the world had changed.

It smelled of charcoals, and was assailed by a dry wave of heat; the rhythmic sound of knees beating came from every direction, deafening;

The people here were either concentrating on the work of forging, or carrying a pile of metal or equipment to and fro. They were all extremely busy.

It was not easy for Lo Qing to stop a male disciple who was running errands everywhere.

"Ah, disciple greets Elder Luo!"

His voice was a little loud, but it did not cause anyone's reaction. The others paid attention to their work and were not disturbed at all.

"Yes." Lo Qing replied gently. He then pointed at Xue Qilin and said, "This is your young ancestor."

The male disciple seemed to be very surprised. He looked at the Xue Qilin, and then the shock on his face turned into disbelief.

Lo Qing coughed lightly and the disciple came back to his senses. He hurriedly made an obeisance to the Xue Qilin.

"This disciple greets the young master."

The Snow Qilin subconsciously wanted to spit out a "Yo, hello!" but when the words reached its throat, it realized that it wasn't appropriate, so it coughed lightly and nodded.

"I'm sorry, I stopped you. May I ask if Elder Li is here?"

Lo Qing asked gently. The male disciple hesitated for a moment and then said hesitantly,

"Elder Luo, Master is here. But she is forging a sword. Maybe..."

"This..."

"It doesn't matter. Take us there. We know what to do."

The male disciple nodded awkwardly and then made an inviting gesture.

"Little Martial Ancestor, Elder Luo, this way."

Following behind the male disciple, the Xue Qilin approached Lo Qing and asked him in a low voice.

"Could it be that this Elder Li is very arrogant?"

"Of course not. On the contrary, she is very approachable. However, she casts a sword and doesn't care about anyone. If anyone disturbs her..."

She was probably choosing her words carefully. She put her index finger on her lower lip, tilted her head, and continued:

"She knows how to slash people ..."

"This... Should we come back another day?"

"It's fine. Unless you run over to touch her, she won't care what you say in her ear, because she won't be able to hear you at all."

"Can't hear you?"

Lo Qing blinked his eyes for the first time and replied naughtily, "I'm too focused."

The male disciple brought the Xue Qilin and Lo Qing to an independent room in the depths of the Sword Smithing Room.

However, before the Xue Qilin could enter, a magnetic voice suddenly entered her ears.

"Junior Sister Li, I have asked to see you a few times. Your disciples all said that you are busy. You are really a busy person! Or are you putting on airs and disdaining to see me?"

These words were spoken in a strange tone, with a hint of sarcasm in them.

The Ice Qilin stopped by the door and stuck its head out. It looked past the door frame to see the source of the sound. There was a fire in the room, and in front of the fire sat a red-haired woman in her twenties. She was pounding something with her mallet, and behind her stood a middle-aged man with an arrogant expression on his face.

The man's face was delicate and somewhat handsome, but the expression on his face was that of a hooligan's. He must have been the one who had spoken.

"Huh?"

At that moment, the Snow Qilin suddenly realized that the man's left sleeve was empty. He only had one hand.

The atmosphere in the room was cold.

The elder in the Sword Smithing Room, who had tied his red hair up in a pony tail, merely glanced at the man before continuing to move his hands as if he did not notice him.

"It's Elder Qin Chen."

Lo Qing lightly reminded the Snow Qilin by its ear. The Snow Qilin turned around and looked at Lo Qing in surprise.

Lo Qing's tone was still calm, but Xue Qilin could still hear the anger in her words.

Could this Qin Chen be the legendary "violent monk"? Not only did Lee Wanting ignore him, but even the gentle and gentle Lo Qing hated him?

However, the truth was that the Xue Qilin didn't like this man either. There was no reason for it. It was just "judging a book by its cover." Morality was something that could be determined by a person's words and actions.