Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

The teacups on the table were still steaming and warm.

A sudden chirping sound rang out, and several bold sparrows flew in and landed on the windowsill.

They stared at the Sword Saint, their blank stares and expressions remarkably similar to his current state.

Fu Xuan picked up the cup and glanced at him. He didn't feel the uncomfortable feeling he had before, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She brought her lips to her mouth and took a small sip. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed immediately. It was still a bit hot. Most tea drinkers might like this temperature, but her little mouth wouldn't tolerate something so hot.

"Whoo~"

A gentle breath swept across the surface of the tea, creating ripples.

Yu Chen's dazed gaze gradually cleared, and he turned his head blankly to look at Xiao Fu Xuan, who was blowing on his tea.

Her tender, pink lips pouted, looking incredibly tempting, like a moist jelly, making one want to swallow her whole and taste her flavor.

The unwavering gaze fixed on her face made Fu Xuan blush slightly. She looked up and saw his intelligent eyes. She gave him a gentle glare, but it lacked force and was softened.

She looked at Yu Chen, somewhat speechless, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm thinking..."

Yu Chen suddenly shut up, not continuing to speak, and immediately took action.

He suddenly stood up and leaned towards Fu Xuan, his body, which was much larger than hers, bracing himself on the armrests of the chair and leaning against her.

A surge of masculine heat rose within him as he lifted one leg and pressed it between her legs, his entire upper body leaning forward.

Fu Xuan's heart began to beat faster involuntarily, the temperature of her warm cheeks gradually rose, and her bright pink eyes flickered with anxiety.

She silently raised her cup to cover her face, and asked somewhat flusteredly, "What...what do you want to do? This is working time!"

The voice lacked power, and the tone was soft and weak, lacking any sense of intimidation.

Yu Chen didn't speak, but slowly moved closer to her. Fu Xuan's eyes trembled as she looked at the face that was gradually approaching. She silently closed her eyes and moved the water glass down.

After a moment's hesitation, she bit her lip and whispered, "At least... at least let me put the cup down, okay? It'll be very hot if I spill it..."

It's like a declaration of preparation before doing something...

"Whoo~"

Along with her voice came a sound of blowing air. Yu Chen looked down seriously and blew on the cup that she had moved to her chest.

Hearing Fu Xuan's words, he was stunned for a moment, then looked up at her blankly, "Huh?"

Fu Xuan's expression shifted several times. She opened her eyes and stared intently at the face so close to hers. She could clearly feel his breath. His presence felt like the amniotic fluid in her mother's womb, enveloping her warmly and reassuringly.

"It's nothing... Didn't you want to brag? Brag for me! Brag hard!"

His voice turned sharp and cold.

"Oh…"

Although he didn't know why she suddenly seemed a little angry, the Sword Saint still obediently pouted and blew on the tea.

In short, it's palatable and drinkable...

The tea was still brewed using the same haphazard method. Fu Xuan tasted the faint bitterness in his mouth as he looked at the smiling fellow watching him.

His face, brimming with anticipation and brimming with praise, truly made one wonder whether he was a thousand years old or just ten.

Although it was somewhat against my will, but...

"Not bad... you've made some progress."

"Hehe...you bet! I'm awesome!"

Yu Chen chuckled foolishly, looking smug.

Looking at his slump, Fu Xuan couldn't help but smile slightly. She pushed his face away with some disgust, "Get away, I need to get back to work."

...

By the time everything was settled, it was almost noon.

Xiao Fuxuan straightened her body and stretched languidly, her slender and petite figure stretched taut, revealing a beautiful view through her clothes.

She has a slender waist, a flat stomach, and perky breasts, but the little bunny on her chest is a bit of a disappointment.

Her long legs, encased in white silk, were stretched out and raised, their full, plump flesh bulging just right, making one want to kiss them.

Hearing her commotion, Yu Chen, who was starving, immediately jumped up and turned around to look.

"Can we go eat now?"

Fu Xuan looked at his impatient appearance and nodded speechlessly, "So if you're hungry, go eat first... Everyone goes to the cafeteria, and Xing Xuan said the food is pretty good."

"If you want to go to Liuyun Pavilion, I'll just give you my token. They'll treat you like I am there. Why wait until now?"

"Because I don't eat with you, the food doesn't taste very good, it's so bland... so boring!"

Yu Chen turned his face away and said in a low voice.

Fu Xuan was slightly taken aback, and gave him a charmingly speechless look.

It would be truly unbelievable if she believed such nonsense.

how?

So, does that mean the food she ate before didn't taste good?

If you don't eat with her regularly, you're eating dirt-like stuff, right?

Be careful, or the fish that painstakingly cooked for you might cry its eyes out!

Hmph, in short, the Grand Diviner won't believe it!

Yu Chen blinked, glancing at the slightly upturned corners of her lips, secretly delighted.

If I drink more later, she probably won't say anything, right?

Hehe, the Sword Saint is very clever, his plan is perfect!

...

"Master...Master, no! Don't leave me!"

Jing Yuan suddenly sat up in bed, his pale yellow eyes now shining with an astonishing brilliance. The constantly flashing eyes and the inexplicably stirred air around him created an uneasy atmosphere in the room.

He sat on the bed, panting heavily, his heart pounding violently. Images of the past flashed through his mind, making him feel as if someone was squeezing his heart, causing him immense suffocation and pain.

"Master..."

Jing Yuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, barely suppressing the panic and the gradually spreading sorrow that was driving him crazy.

He frowned, scratched his messy hair, and felt a slight headache.

"It was just a dream again..."

He muttered to himself, then grabbed the teapot by the bed and shoved it into his mouth, taking several gulps.

He leaned against the headboard, feeling somewhat helpless, and stared blankly at the large framed photograph in front of him.

The photo prominently features three people: one with cascading black hair, feigning seriousness, though his eyes reveal he is not truly solemn—this is Yu Chen; another with long, wavy silver hair, arm in arm with Yu Chen, laughing heartily—this is himself; and the last person stands aloofly beside them, her beautiful figure and icy face exuding a unique charm, yet… the cold aura emanating from her makes it difficult to feel any closeness.

But Jingyuan stared at the woman in a daze, his hand unconsciously reaching up to stroke her face, "Master..."

His dry, slightly hoarse voice contained an intense, breathtaking longing that astonished the world. The sorrow emanated from the depths of his heart, ultimately dissipating into a long sigh and vanishing into the world.

Chapter 51 Get ready, charge forward bravely!

Jingyuan yawned, picked up a teapot, and walked to the corridor to watch his apprentice practice swordsmanship in the courtyard.

His leisurely demeanor bore a striking resemblance to that of a certain unreliable swordsman.

In short, he doesn't resemble a general at all...

Yanqing caught a glimpse of his cheap master out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't pay it any mind and continued to focus intently on practicing his sword.

The silver-white longsword danced in the air as he practiced swordsmanship again and again, tempering himself with his own body.

Jing Yuan looked at him and suddenly became interested. He casually threw the teapot in his hand, and it landed steadily on the ground and wobbled. Then he jumped into the courtyard and walked towards Yan Qing with a smile.

"Come on, let's try a few rounds today, shall we?"

"Master, take this sword!"

The moment he spoke, Yanqing's sword trajectory suddenly changed, and he suddenly attacked Jingyuan.

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow and a smile appeared on his lips. He remained calm in the face of the oncoming attack, slightly dodging the sword. Then, in the next instant, a long sword appeared in his hand.

"Today it's a pure skill contest, so don't you dare cheat!"

"I won't!"

Yan Qing pursed her lips, put away her stance, and stared at Jing Yuan with a serious expression, as if searching for the next point of attack.

Jing Yuan looked at his serious expression, and the smile on his lips deepened, but his gaze gradually became unfocused, drifting off somewhere.

He... looks just like me back then...

Then who am I? My master?

Yan Qing's eyes narrowed slightly. Looking at his absent-minded appearance, a slight ripple stirred in his heart. He realized that these guys with top-notch strength liked to get distracted during battle. They didn't take him seriously at all, did they?