Sovereign Lord wants me to confess

Chapter 8 Have you considered the possibility of maternal love going bad?
Jiang Qinglian was holding the book "Water Margin" in the hut right now and studying... Her sword spirit Mingqiu used the invisibility method and was floating beside her.

"The junior has written so many stories about immortals, ghosts, ghosts and strange tales, master, why do you just stare at these books that mostly tell about ordinary people's trifles?"

Mingqiu looked at the "Liao Zhai" and "Jianlin Miscellaneous Notes" with some puzzlement, which recorded many classic folk tales of ghosts and ghosts.

Jiang Qinglian took a cursory glance at these books and found them meaningless.

In particular, "Journey to the West" seemed particularly interesting to Ming Qiu. Jiang Qinglian put it down after just a few glances... She showed a very strong interest in "Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin".

"Jiu'er, did you experience less of those stories about ghosts and ghosts when we were still traveling in Jiuzhou to kill demons?"

Jiang Qinglian said as she turned over a page of the "Water Margin" in her hand, only to find that this was already the last page of the book, and it happened to be stuck at the most exciting point of the story.

This made Jiang Qinglian glance at the books piled up on the table, and realized that this was the last volume of "Water Margin".

At this moment, the suzerain can be regarded as experiencing the kind of eagerness to know the following content, but found that the author has not written at all, and has to wait ten days and a half months to write the general feeling of pain.

"But master, it's quite strange that you are interested in the stories of these mortals."

In Ming Qiu's impression, Jiang Qinglian had stopped asking about worldly matters many years ago, and was only focused on cultivation.

"Maybe it's because I've been practicing in seclusion for too long that I'm interested in stories about the love and hatred between these mortals, loyalty and righteousness."

Jiang Qinglian put down the book in her hand and said to her sword spirit.

"The Zhanchen sword I cultivated cuts the seven emotions and six desires of the past. If I experience and feel again, the emotions will still emerge. If there are too many, it will dull my Zhanchen sword intent, but it is far from the current level. Not to the extent that it affects my original heart and sword intent."

"So all these years, when I have been in retreat, I have had little contact with outsiders and have not had much emotional turmoil, but now that junior really annoys me."

"Annoyed? But Master, didn't you think that little junior was obedient and obedient a few days ago? He even said that he would make a promise with his body."

Ming Qiu didn't quite understand why her master's attitude towards Ning Qing changed so quickly, since she decided to teach Ning Qing to practice sword that night, less than three or four days had passed.

In the past three or four days, Mingqiu couldn't remember anything that Ning Qing did to offend Jiang Qinglian.

Even the 'underwear' that Mingqiu forced on Ning Qing... Ning Qing just honestly washed it and dried it, and didn't use it for anything dirty at all.

"because…"

When Jiang Qinglian said this, she suddenly realized that she was a little petty, but she still told the real reason for her anger in front of the sword spirit.

"Because in the past four days, he said that he wanted to practice the Zhenying Sword that I taught him, but in fact he devoted himself to the Swimming Fangcun Sword Art. Every time I saw him in the middle of the night, he was practicing in private. This sword technique!"

"Just... because of this?"

Mingqiu was stunned by the whole bird, for her master's reason for being angry, Mingqiu's face was full of 'Is that all? '

"Questions?"

Jiang Qinglian slightly frowned her pretty eyebrows and asked.

"Zhenying Sword is my true sword art. Although it is an introductory sword art, it can be practiced to the extreme and can split mountains with a wave. It is one of the sword arts that sword cultivators in the world dream of. This master taught him this sword art so hard! He actually... he dared to secretly practice outsider's flamboyance? He still regards that flamboyant swordsmanship as more important than my true teaching?"

If he found out that his apprentice secretly practiced the opponent's swordsmanship, and still looked down on his master's swordsmanship, if it was any master in the world, he would be furious.

But the point is...

"Master, you are here to fall in love with him, not to be his master!"

Mingqiu reminded Jiang Qinglian helplessly.

"What kind of swordsmanship does he like to learn, does it have anything to do with making him like you?"

"It doesn't matter, but I just can't bear it." Jiang Qinglian said proudly.

Why didn't you also cut off your ability to be jealous when you cut off your emotions and desires, master?

Annoyed because of such a trivial matter... Is this the mentality that a great cultivator should have?

Ming Qiu felt a headache, she rubbed her little head with both hands, adjusted her mood... Ming Qiu warned her master in a very solemn tone.

"Master, in this trial of the Dao of Heaven, not only does the junior need to fall in love with you and confess to you, but you also have to fall in love with the junior, and then accept his confession, and this is considered a romantic relationship."

Having said this, Ming Qiu noticed the change in Jiang Qinglian's expression and hurriedly continued to add.

"Of course, master, you only need to like that junior a little bit, just a little bit!"

Jiang Qinglian looked at Mingqiu's hurried appearance, and she also sighed helplessly.

"I'm afraid it's really difficult. I can follow your arrangement, Jiu'er, to deceive that junior and make him fall in love with me, but I really can't deceive my own heart."

"Master, is it so difficult for you to like that junior? Just not at all?" Ming Qiu asked.

"It's very difficult, because I really can't see anything in that junior that attracts me... I like it. I mean the relationship between men and women."

Jiang Qinglian shook his head slightly when he said this.

"I have observed these days. His spiritual veins are based on psychic roots. This spiritual vein's aptitude is exhausted for a lifetime. In the end, it is only a golden core state."

"The talent in swordsmanship is also mediocre, and a bit clumsy. Maybe even if you practice swords all your life, you will not achieve anything."

"Furthermore, the bloodline...although the blood of the king who is in charge of the Dali dynasty is so pale that it doesn't exist, it can basically be said that there is no..."

"Such a mortal person should never have the slightest contact with me in his life, but now because of the trial of heaven, I want to force him to like him... This really makes me feel a great grudge."

Jiang Qinglian didn't hide anything from her sword spirit, and directly expressed her opinion after contacting Ning Qing these days.

"Although this junior is extremely obedient some of the time, I see him as more like watching...a cat or a dog. It may be a bit too much to say this. Perhaps it is more appropriate to use an underage child. Although cute, teasing the other party can make the other person feel happy." This seat feels the long-lost pleasure, but Chiu, would you be really emotional with a cat or a dog or... an underage child?"

Do you have real affection for cats and dogs?
This question sounded extremely heart-wrenching to Ming Qiu.

In Jiang Qinglian's eyes, what she loves Ning Qing most now is the love and care that the elders have for the younger generations.

It is difficult for her to regard Ning Qing as an 'equal peer', and it is really difficult for her to have true affection for Ning Qing because of this level of resentment.

"The master, Jiu'er, heard that there are many examples of filial piety in the land of China, so you can't take it easy...Maternal love has gone bad?" Ming Qiu thought for a while and said.

This sentence made Jiang Qinglian stunned for a moment. After trying to understand the meaning of Ming Qiu's words, her cheeks, which had never been red for a hundred years, finally showed a little blush at this moment.

"Beat!"

Jiang Qinglian didn't talk nonsense and directly picked up the long sword lying on the side of the table, ready to use the scabbard to slap the little butt of this open-mouthed sword spirit.

"Master Jiu'er's words are true! If you really like that junior, isn't maternal love spoiled? Woo! Wait... Master is here!"

When Mingqiu was chirping and begging for mercy, she suddenly sensed someone approaching the dormitory.

Jiang Qinglian also stopped twitching Mingqiu's little butt, and Mingqiu took this opportunity to escape into Zhanchen Sword with a 'whoosh' sound.

But not long after Mingqiu escaped into the Zhanchen Sword, she was attracted by a burst of fragrance and poked her little head out of the scabbard.

At this moment, Ning Qing walked in with a whole plate of crispy and tender fried chicken, lemon juice and sparkling water.

(End of this chapter)