Chapter 7: There are only two poor people who hit the wall

In the spiritual medicine garden, a man in black tights was talking to a disciple who was serving medicine when he suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if something was targeting him.

He turned back alertly, and the disciple serving medicine asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

The senior brother frowned and asked, "Do you feel like someone is watching you?"

The disciple who served medicine was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the bushes in front and said, "There?"

The senior brother looked in the direction he pointed, and saw two figures, one big and one small, squatting in the grass, stealthily covering their heads with leaves. The big one couldn't cover himself with just one leaf, so he pulled off a few more.

“…”

The senior brother held his forehead, feeling inexplicably embarrassed. He strode over and grabbed the man's ears, pulling him up: "What are you doing?"

"Stop talking, stop talking!" Qi Qing tilted his head and dodged, saying embarrassedly: "I saw that my senior brother was busy, so I didn't want to disturb your conversation..."

The green-shirted disciple covered his lips and smiled, "I see. I thought Junior Brother Qi had learned some new skills recently and was pretending to be a toad in the bushes. Unfortunately, there are no mosquitoes in the spiritual medicine garden. I'm afraid Junior Brother Qi's efforts will be in vain."

"Don't change the subject." The senior brother frowned and looked at the green shadow squatting beside him. "Tell me, what do you want from me? Where did this kid come from?"

Speaking of this, Qi Qing smiled earnestly, bent down to take away the green leaf that the child was holding, and pushed the child in front of his senior brother.

"Come, call Uncle Master!"

The senior brother was startled by his address, and saw the child raise his head slightly, revealing a somewhat familiar little face.

Yue Ji said in a sweet voice, blinking his eyes: "Disciple Yue Ji, greetings to Uncle Master."

"You...you are not the one in the Qianyuan Sword Master Trial..." The senior brother opened his eyes wide and moved them to Qi Qing's face.

He took a deep breath and grabbed Qi Qing's arm: "You are so bold, you even dare to rob Qianyuan Sword Master's people? Return them quickly. If Sword Master blames you, I can't protect you!"

"No!" Qi Qing hurriedly explained: "Brother, listen to me, this child was given to me by the head master, and I don't..."

Halfway through his words, he swallowed the second half of his sentence "I don't want to raise him" when he thought of Yue Ji who was still there, and lowered his voice and said, "Anyway, since the head master has entrusted me with this, I can't just ignore it, right?"

“Is this true or false?”

The senior brother was skeptical and looked at the child again: "So what are you going to do?"

Qi Qing's face was slightly bitter: "What else can I do? I'll just keep raising him."

Damn it, he had never even raised a cat before he traveled through time, but now he has to learn how to raise a child in just two days. Who can take care of him? He asked?

The disciple who served medicine took Yue Ji's hand, felt his pulse, and said in a gentle voice: "Little nephew, have you learned to draw Qi into your body? Your spiritual power is still immature, so why don't I prescribe some warming and nourishing medicine for you? Go back and take good care of yourself. Opening up the meridians is the most important thing for building a foundation."

He was gentle and took the initiative to bring the child aside to talk. The senior brother touched his chin and asked Qi Qing quietly: "How old is he? Did the master tell you how to raise him?"

"No." Qi Qing said: "I am here to find you."

He originally wanted to rush directly to his senior brother's residence to get some food and drinks, but unexpectedly the system guided him all the way to the herb garden.

The senior brother said in embarrassment: "This... I have never had a disciple."

Qi Qing was a little surprised: "Then why do you have to ask me to accept you as a disciple? Shouldn't my senior brother go first?"

"You know how special your spiritual roots are." The senior brother sighed and said, "Since the head master hasn't given any instructions, just teach you some skills, provide you with food and drink, and you'll be able to become a master in a few years."

Special spiritual roots?

A hint of doubt flashed through Qi Qing's mind, but he quickly suppressed his curiosity.

The world is big, but eating is the most important thing.

He cleared his throat and changed his tone, saying in a flattering tone, "Brother, actually, the reason I came to you this time is precisely because of this matter."

He chuckled, rubbed his hands, and looked a little cunning: "Um... Senior Brother, can you lend me some money?"

Hearing this, the senior brother glared with his eagle eyes and said unhappily: "I knew that you would come to me for no good reason!"

Qi Qing smiled with a hint of embarrassment, but his words were righteous and confident: "Also, I'd like to trouble you to take care of the meal, Senior Brother."

"Are you hungry already?" The senior brother snorted and turned around and said, "Let's go and eat first."

Qi Qing took Yue Ji back from the disciple who served medicine and winked at the child: "Done."

He originally thought that the three of them would return to his senior brother's residence, surrounded by maids and children, with all kinds of fine wine and delicious food. It would be best if there was a performance after dinner.

——Then I was taken to a place similar to a cafeteria.

The chef behind the window was young and had steady hands, but even so, he couldn't scoop even a single grain of rice from the watery porridge.

"?"

Qi Qing was sweating profusely as he held the bowl that reflected his entire face clearly.

Isn't this right?

The senior brother walked past him with a bowl of clear water in his hand, his eyes pitying: "Junior brother, have you forgotten? I spent my money on my natal sword a long time ago."

The main character is extremely poor.

Qi Qing said in a daze: "So, there are only two such poor guys in our sect?"

The senior brother finished the porridge in one gulp, wiped his mouth and said, "Yes, just the two of us."

"..." Qi Qing drank the porridge in a daze, put down the bowl in a daze, and looked at Yue Ji in a daze.

After a while, he burst into tears.

“Master!”

"Junior brother? What's wrong?!"

The two of them stood up at the same time to help him up. Qi Qing pressed his forehead and waved his hand: "Let me be quiet."

He was so stupid, really. He only knew to pin his hopes on his senior brother, but he didn't expect that his senior brother was as poor as himself.

The kind that will be kicked out on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

I feel sad. I should have brought back some vases and jade ornaments to resell last night. I don’t know if I can go in again later.

He cried in his heart and took a mouthful of porridge, but unfortunately the porridge was so clear that there was nothing in it.

After taking the last sip, Qi Qing put the bowl heavily on the table and sighed.

Give up illusions and prepare for struggle.

He seemed to have made up his mind, turned around and pulled Yue Ji: "Let's go."

The senior brother looked at him in confusion: "Where are you going? Hey, wait..."

Qi Qing did not respond. Perhaps because he was impulsive, he pulled Yue Ji along the way and didn't know where to go. After walking for a while, he realized that they had no destination at all.

He stopped, thought for a moment, and opened the live broadcast interface.

There is no other way now. If you want to make money, live streaming is faster.

[Should the title of the live broadcast room be changed to "Substitute Teaching: 100 Days of Ascension Sprint?"]

Qi Qing pressed the OK button, not caring how confusing Yue Ji thought he was pointing randomly at the air, and just said, "I'm sorry to have to let you live a hard life with me for a while."

The child raised his eyes and looked at him with his dark eyes. Qi Qing put down his hand and touched his head like he did last night.

"Don't worry, it won't be long."

In the past few seconds, he had made up his mind and forced a smile at the child: "When Qianyuan Sword Master comes out of seclusion, I will send you back."

When everything is back on track, he won't run into obstacles again and again, and Yue Ji won't have to squeeze on that small, shabby bed with him.

Although the people in Qianyuan Palace were cold and indifferent, life there was much better than in his shabby little courtyard.

They shouldn't have been trapped in such a predicament.

He was about to withdraw his hand, but his fingers were grasped by another hand.

Yue Ji raised his eyes, pursed his lips and stared at him, as if confirming something.

After a moment, the child lowered his head silently and spoke softly: "Master, you... don't want me anymore?"