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Pantothenic At noon, a girl came outside the bamboo house. Wearing a light green sarong, she was carrying a bamboo basket filled with freshly picked mushrooms. Her eyebrows were curved and she looked particularly refreshing.She stood at the gate of the courtyard and smiled at Qing Feng who was tending peonies: "Mr. Qing, my mother said that she was grateful for your help in mending the fence at my house last time, so she asked me to send some fungi to try." Hearing this, Qing Feng'an straightened up and…-
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The fragrance of peony blends into one’s arms The glow of the candlelight gently enveloped the two people embracing each other. Qing Fengan leaned on Jin Xianling's shoulder, and her fingertips gently traced the veins on the young man's neck. The sweet fragrance of his breath mixed with the ink breath rippled in the small bamboo house. Jin Xianling lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose against his red ear, causing the person in his arms to tremble slightly.He tightened his arms and hugged the…
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The fragrance of peony sticks to the bones Jin Xianling's heart beat fast and heavy, hitting Qing Fengan's heart time and time again. He tightened his arms and hugged the person in his arms tighter. The tip of his nose rubbed the delicate skin on the side of Qing Feng'an's neck, and the heat in his breath almost burned her.The heat that he had just suppressed had not completely faded away, but because of Qing Feng'an's gentle hug, he started to move again. Qing Fengan was buried in the hollow of his…
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The fragrance of peony arouses the heart The night was getting darker, and the candlelight in the bamboo house flickered, making the shadows of the two people long. After Qing Fengan finished writing the last stroke, his wrist was slightly sore. He put down the pen, turned around and ran into Jin Xianling's arms.At some point, the young man had circled behind him, his arms wrapped around his waist, his chin resting on the crook of his neck, his breath tickling with warmth. "Master's handwriting is…
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The fragrance surrounds the chai door After the Xuanqingzong matter was settled, Qing Feng'an took Jin Xianling to find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, built a small bamboo house, and retired. The yard in front of the bamboo house is full of peonies.In late spring and early summer, they bloom vigorously, red like fire, pink like clouds, and white like snow. When the wind blows, the sweet fragrance fills the courtyard. Qing Feng'an woke up early, just after dawn, so she put on a plain…
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Beyond the world The storm on the top of the mountain settled down, Elder Zhang and his group were imprisoned in the Xuanqing Sect dungeon, and Xuanqing ordered the objects to be returned to their original owners.But the matter between Qing Feng'an and Jin Xianling was like a wildfire, burning up the entire world. "Two men worshiping each other are nothing short of a laughing stock in the martial arts world!" "The Xuanqing Sect's century-old reputation was ruined by the sect leader's personal…
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Against the secular world The crisp sound of the swords clashing shook the mountain top, and the blood splashed on Qing Feng'an's red robe, like peony blooming in the snow. Jin Xianling held Xuan Qing Ling, his black robes fluttering like butterflies, he protected Qing Feng by his side, the wind of his palms was sharp, and his moves were cruel.The disciples of the Xuanqing Sect shared the same hatred. Their swords pointed at Elder Zhang and other treacherous disciples, and their shouts of killing made…
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Red peony to worship heaven Three days later, on the top of Xuanqingzong Mountain, the wind and snow suddenly stopped. People from various sects gathered at the viewing platform, with flags flying, swords unsheathed, and a murderous atmosphere spreading over the mountains.Everyone was waiting for Qing Feng'an, the leader of the Xuanqing Sect, to personally expose Jin Xianling's crimes, and for a justifiable pursuit. As the hour approached, the side door of the viewing platform slowly opened. Qing…
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Frosty peony broken heart The snow was falling tightly, and the goose-feather-like snowflakes were carried by the cold wind and fluttered on the Xuanqing Sect's palace, making a rustling sound. In the sect master's hall, the candles were flickering out, reflecting Qing Feng'an's pale face.He sat in front of the case, holding the jade-carved peony in his fingertips. The jade was warm, but it was so hot that it hurt his fingertips. This was Jin Xianling's most precious thing, and now it lay alone in his…
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Mad Strings Lock the Heart, Cold Blade Reflects Night had deepened by the time Qing Feng'an led Jin Xianling away from Murong Manor. The lights of Gusu City reflected on the river's surface, shattering into a flowing golden glow that failed to dispel the dark glint in Jin Xianling's eyes. He followed closely behind his master, his fingertips stroking a sharp jade hairpin hidden in his sleeve—something he had just picked up from behind the rockery in the Murong Manor gardens. It felt cold against his…
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