Both the monk and Jin Pingyue sighed gloomily after Qin Dong's reply. They destined to miss him?
Qin Dong looked at Jin Pingyue, "Ma'am, please take the sword back."
She paused with a serious look, "No. I never withdraw anything that I give out. Although you don't want to be my disciple, the sword is yours. You can use it to do whatever you want, no matter to peel apples or grill chicken wings."
Touched, Qin Dong admired her more and made up his mind to send her a more generous gift in return. In Qin Kun Sheng lay some weapons superior to her sword. He could select one from them.
His neglect embarrassed everyone. He flicked an apologetic look at Fang Xian'er, "Miss Fang, I should leave now."
Fang Xian'er could not figure out why Qin Dong turned down the chance and was eager to reproach him. But the lifestyles of everyone varied, and it would be her fault to force him to accept. She swallowed her words and responded with a gruff look.
Qin Dong twisted around, bowed to Jin Pingyue and the monk, and nodded at Lin Qingfeng before leaving.
"What a pity! What a pity!" The monk plunged himself into the sofa and soliloquized incessantly.
Jin Pingyue in trance stared at the direction where Qin Dong left.
Lin Qingfeng waved head, "It's fine! Otherwise, you two will have a fight! Now, no one succeed. You two can get along with each other well."
"With him (her)? Hum!" Both the monk and Jin Pingyue glared at each other and snorted.
"Martial uncles, the boy doesn't know how valuable the chance is. No need for you to ruin your friendship for his sake. There're more wise talents all over the world. You'll find the beloved disciple."
Fang Xian'er's placation disappointed them more. Jin Pingyue sighed, "Is there one more talented than him? If there is, I'm afraid I won't meet him in the rest ofmy life."
The monk also nodded.
"Gosh!" Jin Pingyue raised her head and looked at Fang Xian'er with sparkling eyes, "Where does the boy come from?"
Fang Xian'er answered calmly, "He's the second young master of the renowned Clan Qin in Country Longyuan."
"Clan Qin? Qin Zongheng's grandson?" Jin Pingyue cheered.
Fang Xian'er nodded, "Yeah, what's wrong?"
Jin Pingyue rose at once and shouted in ecstasy, "Great! Qin Zongheng was once persecuted by his feud, and I saved him. I'm his savior!"
Fang Xian was astounded, "You mean, ask Qin Zongheng to persuade Qin Dong?"
Jin Pingyue giggled, "Exactly! The boy didn't give me the face. I don't believe he won't give his grandpa's face. Monk, how can you fight with me this time?"
The monk looked sulky. If what Jin Pingyue said was true, he had no chance to win. Would he admit defeat? Of course, he would not. After deliberation, he came up with an idea and smiled coldly, "Don't think you can win even you get an advantage. I may not lose!"
Albeit confident, Jin Pingyue must be cautious as well, since the monk was sly. She pulled herself up and began to take action.
So did the monk.
Lin Qingfeng screamed in a hurry, "Stop, both of you!"
The monk and Jin Pingyue turned around to him. Jin Pingyue answered, "Brother Lin, I'll take the boy as my disciple. Don't try to prevent me."
Lin Qingfeng smiled bitterly, "I have no intention to prevent you. You two forget the terrible pressure just now?"