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"Hmph, so what if the Grand Diviner is really here? Can she drag me back?"
Aren't you afraid of her?
Haitu's expression was subtle as he watched the pink figure gradually approaching behind Qingque.
"Not afraid!"
Well, if you can't say it to my face, can't you at least be a little arrogant behind my back?
"Even if she's standing right behind you, with her eyes glowing red, you're not afraid?"
Qiong crossed her arms, rested her chin on them, and solemnly stood up several jade tablets, as if she were offering incense in mourning.
"Just kidding~ I'm super brave, okay~"
"The pink dwarf, not very tall but with a big temper, always snarling and demanding overtime without pay, no wonder he's never become a general."
This is the outburst of resentment from the dream of going to the Primordial Paradise to enjoy the jade craftsmanship of Wuxi's Emperor Yuan, which was cut off by the diviner.
As for the nickname "Pink Dwarf," Qingque learned it from Qiong.
However, the moment the words left her lips, Qingque saw the three people in front of her freeze for a moment, and then their expressions turned strange.
"What are you doing...!?"
Before she could finish speaking, Qingque suddenly sensed a chilling killing intent and oppressive aura descending upon her. Her smug demeanor froze instantly, and she became like a sparrow frozen in time, even dropping the jade pendant from her fingertips.
Under the suffocating pressure, Qingque, like a rusty robot, creaked and twisted its neck extremely slowly.
What came into her horrified view was Fu Xuan, with his hands on his hips, his pink hair moving without wind, his eyes flashing red, and his whole body exuding the aura of a hunting moment.
"Uh...uh~~"
Qingque took a deep breath and gasped for air, leaning back tactically. She felt her blood pressure, accompanied by panic, surge to the top of her head.
"Shh, can we make peace?"
Cold sweat poured down her face. Qingque, who had been as tough as the Maginot Line just moments before, suddenly became as soft as the Maginot Line itself. She turned her face back and tentatively asked hesitantly.
Fu Xuan revealed an extremely kind smile, but said nothing.
"This situation?"
Qiong provided the voice acting for her.
Xing exclaimed sincerely, "You must be joking."
"My Lord, I was wrong, I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"
Qingque was truly desperate. She slid to her knees and pounced on Fu Xuan's white-stockinged legs, begging for mercy with tears streaming down her face.
Then, Fu Xuan, filled with murderous intent, dragged him back and subjected him to a barrage of harsh reprimands.
It's safe to say that Qingque won't be able to slack off for a long time to come.
"Sigh, I didn't listen to my baby, and now I'm suffering the consequences."
Watching Qingque being escorted away, Xing Lao sighed and shook his head in a huff.
Hazardous Rabbit glanced at the gray-haired girl who seemed to be mourning the death of a rabbit.
I have a feeling you did it on purpose?
Where to go next?
"Of course, it's to give Ah Qi acupuncture and fluid."
Since the president of their own company, Diyuan Qiongyu, was Xiao Qingque, the card room didn't need to be paid. Qiong instructed the staff to tidy up the VIP room and then left.
The three arrived at the place chosen by Yun Li and San Yueqi for teaching martial arts: the back garden of Si Chen Palace.
The environment is serene and the flowers and trees are lush, making it a good place to practice martial arts.
"Hey, you're late on the first day of class, don't you Star Train people have any sense of time?"
Yun Li stood with her arms crossed, her petite body ramrod straight, her small face full of displeasure. As soon as she saw Qiong, who was late, she couldn't help but complain.
"Individual behavior should not be generalized to the whole."
Qiong, with skin as thick as a star raft armor, readily admitted it with a grin.
Yun Li felt as if she had punched a soft, fluffy marshmallow, and her face turned slightly red.
Let's get straight to the point.
Qiong coughed twice to clear his throat, put his hands behind his back, and spoke with a serious expression.
“Ah Qi, as nameless pioneers, we should follow local customs when in Rome. This is the basic respect for the thousand-year-old sword culture of Luofu. Xingbao, Brownie, you agree, right?”
"Yes, yes, brother is right."
Xing nodded vigorously.
"I can't say."
Haitu glanced at Qiong and gave her a look that said, "Go ahead and perform, I'll just watch quietly."
"Mmm, mmm, I know."
The pink-haired girl nodded cutely.
There's nothing wrong with that.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do; this is a basic respect for civilization.
"So, Ah Qi, as you know, Luofu values respect for teachers and disciples, and disciples must perform the three kneelings and nine kowtows to their masters."
Qiong had a serious expression on her face.
"Three, three kneelings and nine kowtows?"
Little Sanyue's face immediately scrunched up like a bun.
"That's all ancient history from the Immortal Boat Kingdom. What era are we living in now? Those kinds of formalities are no longer popular."
Yun Li didn't hold back in dismantling her plan.
But they put a few more boards back on.
"Of course, respecting teachers is indeed a very important tradition, and there is no reason to accept disciples casually... Some martial arts schools that are only in it for the sake of making money are an exception."
Qiong glanced at her indifferently, then crossed her arms and smiled at March 7th:
"So there's no need for kneeling and kowtowing between us anymore, but a teacher for a day is a father for life, so why don't you call me 'Dad' first?"
"Mmm, call me 'Mommy' so I can hear it~"
Xing then put her hands on her hips.
"Gurgle—!"
March 7th was speechless, her face flushed red. She suspected that this was Qiong's purpose in wanting her to become his disciple.
Make her call him "Dad" or something.
That scoundrel!
"What do you call Mom?"
For some reason, Xing's words made Yun Li furious, and the cat puffed up its cheeks.
Following Xing's logic, shouldn't March 7th also call her "Mom"?
"I'll show you how the swordsmen of the Immortal Ship pamper their disciples."
Yun Li snorted disdainfully at Qiong, then waved her little hand at San Yueqi and said:
"March 7th, come quickly! This is a reverse apprenticeship gift from your master to you. I hope you will make good use of it and study hard."
As she spoke, Yun Li took out a carefully prepared set of peach-colored clothing and solemnly handed it to March 7.
It was a neatly tailored, easy-to-move-in pink sword-fighting uniform, with delicate peach blossom patterns embroidered on the lapels and cuffs, making it both beautiful and practical.
"This is... a sword-fighting uniform?"
On March 7th, she unfolded her clothes, the peach-pink color making her skin appear even whiter than snow, and her eyes instantly lit up like little stars.
"so beautiful!"
"Master Yunli is so good to me!"
On March 7th, she smiled sweetly and hugged her new clothes with great affection.
Then, her eyes darted around, and she walked briskly to Qiong, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she deliberately asked in the sweet and obedient tone of a disciple addressing their master:
"Master Qiong~ Where's my reverse apprenticeship gift? It can't be any less than Master Yun Li's~"
She seemed to suddenly grasp the subtle charm of this master-disciple relationship.
"Of course I also came with a bear."
"A mere training uniform, and you think you can fool my Ah Qi away? Is this all the sincerity you've got?"
Qiong scoffed at Yun Li, then revealed a confident smile:
"I prepared three whole outfits."
Qiong waved her hand gently and took out the clothes that had been prepared in advance from her spatial ring.
Three, three?
No, no martial ethics!
Yun Li's expression changed.
Wow, so many! Let me see...
March 7th's eyes lit up, and she immediately picked up the clothes in Qiong's hands and unfolded them, but in the next instant, her pretty face was instantly filled with a bright red blush.
"What...what is this?"
Her voice changed tone, like a frightened little bird.
The clothes in her hands were more like wisps of thin gauze soaked in moonlight than actual clothes.
The material is so light and thin that it is almost transparent, allowing you to clearly count the warp and weft threads, yet it has a silky smooth feel.
Simply holding it in her hand, the girl's slender white fingers seemed to be spreading delicate peach blossoms on the gauze.
Its design is so bold and its effect so alluring that one can only imagine how breathtaking it would be to wear it...
"Sword practice requires coordinated body movements and footwork, and clothes need to be tailored to fit well. What kind of clothes are you wearing?!"
Little Yun Li had never experienced such a shock before, and her face immediately turned red.
"You call this a training uniform?"
You can't wear these clothes out of the bedroom!
"What do you know, you little kid?"
Those are definitely the training clothes used for extra practice at night.
Qiong Laoshen waved his hand dismissively, and before March 7, who had transformed into the Steam Princess, could react, he unfolded two more pieces of clothing.
One of them was a modernized Hanfu with a light blue background embroidered with pink cherry blossoms, featuring a stand-up collar, a fitted silhouette, and a wide black and red belt.
The short skirt features lifelike cherry blossom embroidery on the hem, with red tassels hanging down, exuding a classic charm with a touch of playfulness, just like petals falling on the shoulders.
Wow! It looks so good!
Little March's attention was instantly drawn, and the shyness in her eyes was replaced by amazement.
Putting everything else aside, she has complete confidence in the aesthetic sense and fashion sense of one of her beloved daughters.
Even Yunli's eyes flashed with amazement.
Her mouth was slightly open, and although she didn't want to admit it, this outfit was indeed... a little bit prettier than her sword-training uniform.
The last piece of clothing stunned both March 7th and Yun Li.
It's neither astringent nor bizarre, nor stunningly amazing; it's very ordinary, even a bit too ordinary and plain.
A pure white hooded sweatshirt with the words "372" printed in simple black lettering on the chest, paired with pure black shorts and basic black canvas shoes.
The style is extremely minimalist and unisex, suitable for both men and women, the kind that you'd instantly disappear into a crowd.
Xing blinked: "Wu Liuqi?"