Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 120 Maid

"It's just an ordinary iron sword."

Lin Qingyue took the sword from behind and showed it to Feng Yiqiu.

The sword is thin and narrow, with a sharp edge.

It's just a pity that it doesn't have the qualifications to become a spiritual sword.

Feng Yiqiu withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly.

"Qingyue's sword is small and elegant, and quite impressive."

"I won't bother you guys with your cases anymore. If you need any help, please feel free to ask Yiqiu."

It seemed that this young lady thought she was no longer a threat. Lin Qingyue yawned and put away her sword.

Lin Qingyue's eyes met Li Huai's, and the two walked towards the corner. Feng Yiqiu, who was behind them, looked at their backs quietly with a smile on his lips.

Qing'er turned around and looked at her.

"Miss, it seems that nothing has happened..."

"Then you underestimate Young Master Wang." Feng Yiqiu chuckled, "He will come looking for us sooner or later, so you better clean up your mess for now."

"Yes! Miss!"

A whisper echoed through the air, "What is destined to happen will happen..."

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"Is Feng Yiqiu not a suspect?"

Lin Qingyue asked Li Huai, and Li Huai wiped the non-existent sweat off his face, looking tired.

"Where is there none? But she's been right under our noses the whole time. How would she have the time to murder her own sister?"

"She might know something about the inside story. Have you asked her clearly?"

Li Huai cried out in injustice, "Then I must ask about this matter clearly. I've asked several times and it's just the same old story."

"Feng Yichun was unhappy with her marriage and fell in love with a wandering cultivator, wanting to cancel the engagement. As a result, the Feng family found out and killed the wandering cultivator. Afraid of any further mishaps in the engagement, they sent someone on a spirit ship to the Xiao family to pick up the bride! Before Feng Yichun died, she was drinking with Feng Yiqiu, and in her drunken state, she wanted to die with her deceased lover. Feng Yiqiu rescued her, but who would have thought that something bad would happen to her the next day."

"Feng Yiqiu has been gifted since childhood and has been meticulously nurtured by the Feng family. In the future, she will become a direct disciple of the Ziyang Sword Sect. No matter what, she wouldn't kill her own sister and marry into the Xiao family, right?"

"Everyone knows how to choose, right?"

Lin Qingyue nodded. "What you said makes sense, but sometimes killing someone doesn't require a reason."

Li Huai: "The murderer is becoming more and more rampant, but I think on the other hand he is also becoming more restrained."

Lin Qingyue: "Because the person killed this time was an insignificant cultivator?"

Li Huai nodded.

"If you kill another person like Feng Yichun, I'm afraid that even if it disrupts Miss Li Xi's meditation, I will force her to kill them all."

"This murderer also knows how to choose his victims. If Feng Yichun was not a mortal but an immortal cultivator, he would be in the belly of a fish now."

"But there aren't so many what-ifs in this world. We can only blame Feng Yichun for not being valued by the Feng and Xiao families. Maybe the Xiao family would be happy now that they know Feng Yichun is dead, and it's just the right time to replace him with the immortal cultivator Feng Yiqiu as their young lady."

Lin Qingyue thought about Feng Yiqiu's aura, which was definitely not something that could be cultivated overnight, and the other party didn't seem to be willing to be inferior to others.

Lin Qingyue raised an eyebrow, "But isn't Feng Yiqiu going to join the Ziyang Sword Sect?"

Li Huai: "I don't know. Maybe the Feng family will send another young lady to marry into the Xiao family later."

Lin Qingyue concluded: "Marriage is a low-cost way to maintain business."

Li Huai gave a thumbs up. "It's a pity. Ordinary cultivators like us may not even be able to find a Taoist partner, let alone worry about marriage, which is exclusive to aristocratic families."

"Forget it, it's better not to have this trouble."

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Green smoke slowly rose, staining the woman's rosy face. Strands of smoke, like drifting caterpillar tracks, sank into her body. With each breath, the spiritual energy exhaled from the purple pot transformed into spiritual power, flowing through her meridians.

The maidservant beside her touched the hot five-colored mirror in her arms, stood up, and turned off the purple pot quietly and lightly.

The spiritual energy was absorbed bit by bit by Yu Qingping, and she opened her clear eyes.

"what's up?"

The maid leaned forward and said, "Young Master Wang invites Madam to his study for a chat."

The woman stood up, and the fragrance swept across the maid's nose. Seeing Yu Qingping sitting on the stool, the maid stood up and dressed Yu Qingping.

Yu Qingping looked at her fair and delicate face and thought that she had a son.

"What has Bo'er been doing these days?"

The maid inserted a purple and sparse pearl flower into Yuqingping, her hands moving gently and comfortably.

"After the young master finishes his sword practice every day, he goes to the highest wooden pole on the ship to play with the other young men and women."

Yu Qingping raised an eyebrow. "He can always find fun for himself wherever he goes. So there's no need to worry about him getting bored in the Ziyang Sword Sect. He just can't stand loneliness."

The maid chuckled: "Young Master is cheerful and generous, he can make good friends wherever he goes."

Yu Qingping liked to hear this, and her brows relaxed. She was not worried at all that Wang Wen'an would cause trouble for her.

"By the way, don't let Bo'er know that Lu Ming is dead. It's an insignificant person, and telling him about it will only affect Bo'er's mood."

"Don't worry, Madam. We will pay more attention to the people around the young master."

Yu Qingping nodded in satisfaction, "There's no need to get too close. We're all family members we know well, so it's inevitable that we might get upset."

"Mainly keep an eye on the girl from the Lu family and the kid next to Bo'er. This will prevent them from running into each other during the entrance competition, which would be quite troublesome."

"Madam, why don't you just give that grassroots kid..."

As soon as the maid had this idea, she was scolded by Yu Qingping.

"Shut up!"

"You should know that he has a sister with a broken left arm, who was able to defeat the team of guards sent by Wang Wen'an. But do you also know that they came from Qingjing Town?"

The maid's face turned pale, and she had a bad feeling.

Yu Qingping: "Before, the Martial Sword Saint chopped a Buddhist traitor to pieces with one sword, and turned the overturned Qingjing Town upside down with one hand. What makes you think they are just ordinary grassroots siblings, and not the Martial Sword Saint's designated disciples?"

"Some people can be tripped up, whether openly or covertly. That's because they don't have anyone backing them up. To harm someone, you have to know everything about them better than they do."

The maid quickly knelt down and begged for mercy, "I know I was wrong. I was cruel and stupid."

Yu Qingping glanced at her, her eyes full of disappointment.

"You don't have to follow the young master into the Ziyang Sword Sect. Do you have any objection to letting Xu'er follow the young master?"

The maid bowed her head and said, "I have no objection. Xu'er is kind-hearted and will not do anything bad."

"I only beg Madam to let me stay by your side. I will become a sharper and more unexpected sword in your hands!"

Yu Qingping glanced at the maid in surprise, but an unconscious smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"He has quite a bit of ambition, but it seems he's not suitable to be with Bo'er."

Yu Qingping stood up and looked down at the girl.

"Let's go and meet that Young Master Wang."