Genius, possessing certain abilities does not bring much joy.
Yue Qianxun was a genius, and he suddenly felt that this young man might not be so stupid after all. If he could find a way to overcome his physical weakness, the waste might still be saved.
Thinking of this, Yue Qianxun happily left the room and went out to find Xue Qing. The little civet also followed Yue Qianxun out.
Yue Qianxun stared at the little civet in confusion: "Why do you always follow me?"
The little civet turned its head to the side. Please, it's not trying to follow him, it's just that the places they want to go coincide with each other.
Yue Qianxun bumped into Luo Xishui on the road. Yue Qianxun expressed his intention to go to Xue Qing to get the Shuiyun Sword.
"Master Yue, you'd better not go see the owner of the hall at this time." Luo Xishui looked a little strange.
"What happened?" Yue Qianxun asked confused.
"The museum owner is in a very bad mood right now. If you don't have anything particularly important, please go slowly." Luo Xishui advised again.
"She lost her money?" Yue Qianxun's eyes twitched slightly. In the eyes of that woman who regards wealth as her life, nothing is more important than money.
"What's more serious is that it is the most cherished thing of the museum owner. The museum owner has been looking for it for two days, but still can't find it." Luo Xishui said.
"What is it?" One of Yue Qianxun's biggest characteristics is that she likes to break the casserole and ask questions.
The little civet also pricked up its ears and was very interested. Whenever Xueqing was unlucky, it would wag its tail and be particularly happy.
"Well, I'd better not be a big mouth. The owner knows that I will be miserable." Luo Xishui smiled, respected and feared Xue Qing, and left with a smile.
"It's not a big deal if you lose something, right?" Yue Qianxun looked at the little civet.
"Meow~" The little civet was eager for Yue Qianxun to watch the joke and started to quarrel with Xue Qing.
At this moment, Xue Qing is reading medical books from the past and present in her study. Her study is very large, with several rooms, and the bookshelves in each room are filled with books. Yue Qianxun hates reading and hates the atmosphere in the study.
"Xue Qing, don't you get tired of reading every day?" Yue Qianxun glanced around, her eyes falling on Xue Qing's beautiful face, "How can a woman hide in her room and read books all day long? It's so boring."
"Mr. Yue, are you very free?" Xue Qing frowned slightly, "If that's the case, I don't care if you do voluntary labor for the medical center for free."
"Um...Xue Qing, I heard that you lost something more important than money. What was it?"
"none of your business!"
"Okay, so who cares about me, you stole the Shuiyun Sword again while I was sleeping?"
"That's called taking, not stealing. Your sword is currently being mortgaged, and it originally belonged to me."
"When will my sword be returned to me?"
"I have already sent someone to exchange the banknotes, and I will let you know when the time comes."
"Oh, that's good." Yue Qianxun has been thinking about his precious sword all day long. Even though the weapons forged later are more powerful, the so-called companions are not as good as before. Shuiyun Sword has followed Yue Qianxun through life and death for many years.
Man and sword are inseparable and have a special tacit understanding.
"What else do you want?" Xue Qing made a gesture. If nothing happened, he could leave freely.
Yue Qianxun came here for the unconscious young man: "Hey, who is that young man you saved last night?"