Chapter 504: Silence Is Better than Words

Thinking of this, Qingyang felt relieved, and then he told Yu Mengmiao about Cao Du in detail. However, Yu Mengmiao didn't seem to be very interested in these things. Although Cao Du and Feng Yan might be her ancestors, they were several generations apart and had never dealt with each other. Besides, now that they were dead, it was normal for them to have little affection.

The dispute between the seven major immortal gates and Jingfeng Pavilion was still going on, and it seemed that there was no possibility of resolution in a short time. However, these were all matters between the high-level officials, and they, the Qi-refining cultivators, didn't have to worry about it for the time being. Time passed unknowingly.

The two seemed to have returned to many years ago, when Qingyang was just a teenager who was not afraid of tigers, and Yu Mengmiao was just a carefree six or seven-year-old girl who didn't have to worry about anything. The two of them depended on each other and took care of each other. Although the days at that time were hard, they were full of sweetness and warmth. There was no intrigue, no deception, no fighting, no pressure of cultivation, and no need to consider the future.

On the hill, Qingyang and Yu Mengmiao sat side by side on a stone. No one came to disturb them, and the surroundings gradually became quiet. At this time, silence was better than sound.

Suddenly, Yu Mengmiao leaned on Qingyang's shoulder, as if everything was so natural, just like when Yu Mengmiao was tired and leaned on Qingyang's shoulder to rest when he was a child. Qingyang's body stiffened a little, and then gradually relaxed.

There is a saying in the secular world that men and women should not be intimate. Although immortal cultivators don't care so much, they are adults after all, so it is somewhat inappropriate to do so. However, looking at Yu Mengmiao's clear eyes, everything is so natural. Qingyang felt that he thought too much. Miaomiao obviously still regarded himself as his brother Qingyang, just like when he was in Yuling City.

In this case, why should he do such a thing that ruins the scenery? When Yu Mengmiao was young, he was often carried or held on his back by himself. It seems that this kind of thing has been done a lot. As long as he doesn't think too much in his heart, why should he care about other people's eyes?

But it's easy to say, but it's not so easy to do. With such close contact, smelling the faint fragrance of the girl, and feeling the girl's questions, Qingyang couldn't calm down. After all, he was a man of blood and hadn't been in contact with a woman for more than 30 years. He used to be devoted to cultivation and rarely came into contact with female cultivators of similar age. He could be pure and abstinent. Now that a young woman was leaning on him, how could he not think too much?

Qingyang was thinking wildly, but he didn't know that the girl in his arms was also beating hard, her heart was full of shyness, and she was trying to suppress the tension all over her body. Yu Mengmiao is also an adult, in her prime twenties, and she grew up in an environment that particularly advocated dual cultivation in the Yin-Yang Sect. How could she not understand these things? All this was just her deliberate act.

In the first few years of Yu Mengmiao's life, although she lived in poverty, she was happy because her parents were around. But one day, a disaster suddenly struck, and she encountered the darkest day of her life. Both her parents were killed by bad people, and she was left alone.

Watching her parents, who depended on each other for life, die, this kind of blow is unbearable for adults, let alone a little girl of six or seven years old? That kind of despair, that kind of pain, that kind of heartbreak, can't be described in words.

But at this moment, Brother Qingyang descended from the sky, rescued her from the fire pit, and helped her parents to avenge. He also patiently enlightened her and helped her practice, so that she could get out of the gray as soon as possible, filling the most missing thing in her life.

Later, she joined the Yin-Yang Sect and became a disciple of the Jindan cultivator. Although her master, the Fairy Duanqing, also took good care of her, she could never replace Brother Qingyang's position in her heart. In Yu Mengmiao's heart, her Brother Qingyang was humble, kind, gentle, considerate, handsome and omnipotent. He seemed to have gathered the advantages of all men in the world. Although the Liang family said that Brother Qingyang was dead, she never believed it.

Sure enough, at the Chaos Demon Valley Trial Conference a few years ago, she met Brother Qingyang again. At that moment, she even had the idea of ​​giving up her status as a disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect and serving Brother Qingyang again. Unfortunately, the master was too strict, and no matter how she resisted, it didn't work. She couldn't twist her arms, and finally she could only follow the master back to the Yin-Yang Sect.

However, her heart was still sweet, because she knew that her brother Qingyang was still alive. As long as Brother Qingyang was still alive, there would be opportunities, and they would meet sooner or later.

Facts have proved that her thoughts were all right. A few years later, the master's supervision was not so strict, so she found an opportunity to go out for training, and met Brother Qingyang again in front of the mountain gate of Jingfeng Pavilion. Without the disturbance of outsiders, she could finally tell her heart, and she could finally lean on Brother Qingyang's shoulder quietly again like before.

Yu Mengmiao now couldn't tell what kind of feelings she had for Brother Qingyang. She had admiration, attachment, worship, longing, desire, and even admiration. It had surpassed her relatives and friends, and Qingyang had become the most indispensable part of her life.

As the largest sect of immortal cultivation in Jiuzhou Continent, Yinyang Sect had countless young talents, but none of them caught Yu Mengmiao's eye, because she saw only greed, tyranny, lust, and arrogance in their eyes.

Only in Brother Qingyang can she feel the humility, kindness and concern, which makes her a little intoxicated. Even though they haven't seen each other for nearly 20 years, her attachment to Qingyang has not weakened at all, but has become stronger.

Time seemed to stand still. After an unknown period of time, Yu Mengmiao leaned on Qingyang's shoulder, feeling the warmth from his shoulder, and then Yu Mengmiao said, "Brother Qingyang, I remember you are over 30 years old, right? Have you ever found a Taoist partner for dual cultivation in these years?"

Qingyang was enjoying this brief peace and warmth, and suddenly heard Yu Mengmiao's question, and was stunned. Why did he ask this question? However, he still replied, "I have been practicing all these years, and I haven't thought about this question yet."

The girl in his arms seemed relieved when she heard it. It took her a long time to muster up the courage and whispered, "So does Brother Qingyang still remember Miaomiao's promise?"

Promise? What promise? What does this have to do with the question just now? Qingyang was at a loss.