Suo Qingjun Chapter 33

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 relationship!”

“Then what kind of magic did Jin Xian Ling use to confuse Qing Feng’an into being so dizzy!”

Rumors were like poisoned needles, densely piercing into the gate of Xuanqing Sect.

Every day, self-proclaimed righteous people blocked the gate of the mountain, yelling and swearing, or throwing filthy objects. What’s worse, they directly carried the coffin to force the palace, threatening to cleanse the Xuanqing Sect if Qing Feng’an did not “repent and mend his ways.”

The disciples’ eyes widened with anger, and they drew their swords several times and tried to rush down the mountain gate, but they were all stopped by Qing Feng’an.

He still wears the red robe every day, with the dried pink peony in his hair, and sits in front of the case in the sect master’s hall to handle affairs.Jin Xianling stayed by his side, her black robes and red wedding clothes overlapping, becoming the most eye-catching scenery of Xuanqing Sect.

“Master, if you endure it like this, they will only make more progress.” Jin Xianling’s fingertips were clenched until they turned white, and anger surged in her eyes. “Why don’t you let me go down the mountain and deal with these noisy things one by one!”

Qing Feng’an’s hand holding the pen paused and she raised her eyes to look at him.The wind outside the window carried the fragments of rumors and hit the window lattice, making a small sound.He put down his pen and put his hand on the back of Jin Xianling’s hand. His voice was gentle but unquestionable and firm: “Xianling, we are right.”

That’s right.

They were just two men who fell in love, worshiped each other, and wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.What’s wrong?

Jin Xianling looked at the clarity in his eyes, and the anger in her heart gradually dissipated.He held Qing Feng’an’s hand tightly with his backhand, and rubbed the thin calluses on his palm with his fingertips. His voice was hoarse: “I know. But I can’t see them insulting you and our friendship.”

Qing Feng’an laughed and raised his hand to rub his hair with indulgence: “It doesn’t matter. What is pure will become clear by itself, and what is turbid will become turbid.”

These words were like a pebble thrown into the hearts of the Xuanqing Sect disciples.

Some people began to imitate the sect leader and turned a deaf ear to the clamor outside the mountain gate; some people argued with the gossiping quacks in the teahouse at the foot of the mountain; some young disciples erected a plaque directly outside the mountain gate and wrote eight big words: Where love comes, it has nothing to do with gender.

As the days passed, the clamor outside the mountain gate gradually became weaker.

Some Jianghu people secretly sneaked into Xuanqing Sect, wanting to see what these “immoral” master and disciples looked like.But they saw Qing Feng’an teaching his disciples how to practice swordsmanship in the courtyard, while Jin Xianling was grinding ink and laying paper aside. The sun was shining on the two of them, and they were so gentle.

They saw that Jin Xianling would bring a cup of hot tea to Qing Feng’an and brush the fallen leaves from his hair; they saw that Qing Feng’an would explain the subtleties of swordsmanship to Jin Xianling, and would personally apply medicine and bandage when he was injured while practicing swordsmanship.

That tenderness and tacit understanding have nothing to do with gender, but only two hearts that are closely dependent on each other.

The rumors unexpectedly changed their flavor without even realizing it.

“I heard that the head of the Xuanqing Sect and his disciple truly love each other.”

“They have never done anything harmful to nature. On the contrary, they are the ones who make noise and cause trouble all day long.”

“Who says men can’t be together? As long as they are sincere, they deserve blessings.”

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