C17 This Grudge Is Irreconcilable

Clonk, clonk -

As she listened to the hypnotic monotonous sound of the wheels, the Snow Qilin, who was holding her cheek, could not help but yawn. She was wearing her long ponytail and looking out of the window with a bored expression.

A sparrow flew past her eyes as if it was already used to the smell of humans.

It was already the 788th. Ever since they left the Heavenly Jade Palace and set foot on the road to Jinling, Xue Qilin had nothing else to do, so it counted the birds that flew past the carriage.

She hated long-distance bus rides. She'd been able to endure them before because of all the high-techs, but now -

"Ah, I'm going crazy!"

Xue Qilin fell backwards and buried its face in the cushion.

The sound of the pages being turned gently entered its ears. The Xue Qilin raised its head slightly. Lo Qing was sitting by the side and reading a book quietly.

The Snow Qilin tilted its head slightly, and Gong Tianqing, who had a cute and round face, was quietly embroidering in the corner. She was Qi Qiqi's disciple, and she seemed to be only eleven years old. She was an authentic loli.

"Qingqing... Are you not here yet?" The Xue Qilin asked in a muffled voice.

Lo Qing retracted his gaze from the book and shook his head with a bitter smile. "Not yet."

"I've already heard this answer six hundred and thirty-three times!"

"Little Martial Ancestor, it should be six hundred and forty-one times..."

Gong Tianqing's timid correction came from the corner, causing the Snow Qilin to feel awkward.

"It's fine no matter what! In short, I'm bored!" The Snow Qilin suddenly thought of something and its eyes lit up as it stared at Gong Tianqing. "Qing, why don't we play a game?"

"W-What game?" Gong Tianqing asked timidly.

Xue Qilin sat up and rubbed its hands as it said,

"Let's play rock-paper-scissors. The loser has to pinch the winner's face. How about this?"

"This ..." Gong Tianqing looked very troubled.

Perhaps it was because she could not bear to watch any longer, Lo Qing opened her mouth and said,

"Young Martial Ancestor, we should be here soon. Just bear with it."

"I don't want to, I don't want to!" Xue Qilin was lazy and rolled around on the ground. "I want to play, I want to play!"

This fellow had been the young master for a few days, yet it didn't even care about its face anymore... The problem was, why would there be a problem with it getting worse and worse? She had thought about it before. It should be a problem with the martial art, right? It should have changed her mental age as well.

What a trap, Qi Guiyuan!

"Alright, alright then!" Gong Tianqing reluctantly agreed.

The delicate touch of Gong Tianqing's cute round face was already within reach! The Snow Qilin sat up with a whoosh and picked up its sleeves, as if it was ready for the worst.

"Come, come, come!"

Lo Qing sighed helplessly. The Snow Qilin did not notice that the other party was looking at him with a hint of pity.

"One, two, three!"

As soon as the three words left his mouth, the two of them attacked at the same time.

Gong Tianqing clenched her small hands into a fist. Xue Qilin's expression froze. She was using scissors.

"That, that... Young Martial Ancestor, I apologize for offending you."

The Snow Qilin stared blankly as the small jade palm gradually approached it. Then, it pinched its own cheek.

It didn't hurt and it didn't itch, but the delicate touch on the other party's fingertip was enough for the Snow Qilin to reminisce.

She had played the game correctly. No matter who won and who lost, she felt that she was the one who won.

Until...

Gong Tianqing took out a piece of cloth, and the Snow Qilin stared at its stone in a daze. She wanted to cry, but no tears would come out. She watched as Gong Tianqing happily reached out her hand and pinched herself again.

Up until now, they had a total of two hundred and eighty-eight matchs. Gong Tianqing had a total of two hundred and eighty-eight wins and zero losses. Xue Qilin had suffered a crushing defeat.

"Young ancestor, do... do you still want to fight?"

Gong Tianqing seemed to have gotten addicted to it. She pinched the corner of her clothes and looked at Xue Qilin with anticipation.

"Fun! Why aren't you playing!"

Xue Qilin's eyes were completely red. It was no different from a gambler who had lost all hope.

Just as the two of them were ready and the Snow Qilin was about to shout the command, the carriage stopped.

The disciple in charge of driving the carriage opened the carriage curtain and stuck his head inside to say,

"Little Martial Ancestor, Elder Luo, Senior Sister Gong, we are here."

They were here!? The Xue Qilin quickly put on its shoes and walked out of the carriage. Her butt was rubbing against the skin. She really didn't want to stay in the carriage for another second.

"We've finally arrived!"

The Xue Qilin jumped off the carriage and stretched itself without saying a word.

"Speaking of which, why is Qing so powerful?"

She started to do gymnastics so that her body that had been sitting for a long time could move its muscles and bones. At the same time, she complained in a low voice.

"Little Martial Granduncle, don't look at Qing like that. She has never lost a game of mahjong, and she is also a first-class expert in playing mahjong." Lo Qing said in amusement.

Was she deliberately not telling him? The Snow Qilin was stunned for a moment and then wanted to complain, but the scene that finally entered her eyes made her speechless.

It was magnificent.

There were only two words to describe the scene in front of it.

Above the city gate, there were two big words written on it - Jinling. It gave off a sense of overwhelming existence and a sense of antiquity.

Was this Jinling?

Xue Qilin had often heard people say that ancient cities were beyond imagination. It was only today that she finally understood it.

Originally, they thought that entering the city would be quite troublesome, but in reality, it was much easier than the Xue Qilin's resemblance. Lo Qing only said that they were people of the pugilistic world, and then he handed over a few taels of silver, and the soldiers waved their hands to indicate that they could pass.

"Elder Luo, where should we go next?"

"The Qinhuai River, Qinhuai Inn."

"How far is it?" Xue Qilin suddenly interrupted.

Lo Qing thought about it for a while before answering softly:

"There's a distance."

"Then let's go over. I really don't want to sit here anymore."

After saying that, the Snow Qilin trembled. She had had enough of it.

As a result, the carriage left first, while Xue Qilin and the other two women walked through Jinling City.

Although everything on the road seemed very novel, the Xue Qilin, who was tired of it very quickly, stopped looking at it and started to chat.

"When is the Heavenly Sword Sect's damn banquet?"

"Tomorrow night."

"Then what are we going to do later? We won't just rest, right?"

"What else can we do if we don't rest?"

The Snow Qilin thought about it and realized that what the other party said made sense. The people of the ancient times rested very early. By the time she settled down, the shops would probably be closed.

"Speaking of which, ever since we entered the city, someone has been following us."

Xue Qilin narrowed its eyes slightly, but its tone was extremely relaxed. She had long since noticed the gaze that had been piercing her body.

"S-Someone is following me. Are we following you?"

Gong Tianqing was shocked, and she quickly looked around. The moment she moved, the line of sight that was glued to the body of the Xue Qilin suddenly disappeared. However, the Snow Qilin guessed that the other party was only looking away for a moment and didn't give up on following it.

"Qing, don't be nervous." Lo Qing comforted Gong Tianqing and then continued indifferently, "That must be someone from Heavenly Sword Sect."

"If that's the case, then should we let him follow us?"

"He probably just wants to know where we'll be staying."

"So what if he knows?" Xue Qilin was a little confused.

Lo Qing sighed and said helplessly,

"It's just to test our strength at night."

"Hey! This is going to be fun!"

Xue Qilin's originally lifeless eyes immediately lit up with a shocking light.

The Qin Huai Inn was one of the most expensive inns in Nanjing. In addition to the main building, there were also a few courtyards that were provided to extremely rich families or merchant groups. Lo Qing waved his hand and booked one of them.

Although the room at the Qinhuai Inn was luxurious, far beyond the Morning Snow Tower where the Xue Qilin lived, she didn't show much interest. After she put down her luggage, she left in a hurry. She walked out of the house and lightly jumped onto the roof.

"Young Martial Ancestor, you were here before... I was just about to find someone to prepare hot water. Do you need it?"

Lo Qing's voice came from below.

"No need, wait until I finish stretching my muscles and bones!"

"You want me to stretch my muscles?"

"Didn't you say that people from the Heavenly Sword Sect would come and test us? I'll just wait here!"

Lo Qing was startled for a moment, then he shook his head, turned around and left.

- This wait lasted for an entire night.

The moment the sun rose, the Xue Qilin with a pair of panda eyes suddenly stood up and roared:

"Heavenly Sword Sect! This hatred is irreconcilable!"