Chapter 187: The Gu Master Who Cultivated the Young Hero
Because Qi He couldn't see, Lin Zhi took the large box and opened it to take a look.
It's not that he was worried about Taoist Yunxu, he just wanted to give a glimpse to someone who wanted to see it secretly.
There was an almost transparent crystal bottle in the box, with the ice jade lotus immersed in it, looking particularly beautiful under the light.
The method of handing over this treasure was also something they had discussed with Taoist Yunxu. Now they just had to wait for someone who wanted such a thing to come.
When Lin Zhi returned to the mansion, the doorman had already received quite a few visiting cards.
Even though he had moved here from the inn for peace and quiet, there were many people paying attention to them, and Qu Ziheng and the others would also be here, so it was inevitable that the news would leak out.
Now that Qi He has become number one, more people come here to see him.
Lin Zhi asked someone to screen the visiting cards and letters, and together with Qi He, placed Bing Yulian in a place they had prepared long ago.
The next step is to wait, and they won’t be the ones who are anxious.
There should have been a lively celebration banquet in the courtyard for Qi He's victory, but due to various reasons, this gathering could not be realized.
The matter of the Seven Stars Gate has not yet ended. Even though the treasure has not been stolen, the traitor has not yet been found. Qu Ziheng is following Taoist Yunxu to deal with things, so he cannot come.
Yan Yixiuan's senior brother probably knew that things were not going well, so he kept Yan Yixiuan by his side to prevent her from getting into trouble.
Since the two most noisy people couldn't come, the atmosphere was inevitably a little bad and regrettable, so Lin Zhi simply postponed the banquet.
Of course, even if the banquet was postponed, Qi He would still be rewarded well.
Lin Zhi did not hesitate to praise him, he was indeed very satisfied.
"Master, thank you for your praise. I still have many shortcomings."
Qi He had changed his clothes long ago. His right hand was placed in front of him, but he held the glass with his left hand.
"Is your right hand seriously injured?"
Lin Zhi frowned slightly unconsciously, his eyes falling on Qi He's right shoulder.
He remembered that Qi He was injured just below his right shoulder. When he came back, he didn't notice anything unusual and thought it was nothing serious.
Although he knew that Qi He would sometimes pretend to be in unbearable in order to soften his heart, many times the situation was indeed very serious and Qi He just pretended not to be able to endure it, rather than the injury being very minor.
Learning martial arts is not an easy road. Even for Qi He, who is extremely talented and has taken drugs, it is not easy to achieve success overnight. When he was learning Qinggong from Bai Wuqiu, he was seriously injured once, but he just talked to him normally. It was not until Bai Wuqiu asked him to persuade Qi He to rest that he knew about it.
At that time, Qi He told him that she knew he had a lot of things to do, so she didn't want to disturb him and make him worry because of this matter.
Qi He's little tricks have always been mixed with his true heart. Lin Zhi is soft-hearted towards him, so she doesn't care whether she is fooled or not.
"It has been bandaged. It's nothing serious. Don't worry, Master."
As if to prove his words, Qi He even used his right hand to pick up the food, but his movements were a little more unnatural than usual.
"Master, this fish has the right amount of sweet and sour. Try it. It might whet your appetite and help you eat more."
The mandarin fish was cut into pieces, coated with batter and fried, then drizzled with a layer of sweet and sour juice. It was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Just as Qi He was about to pick up some and give it to Lin Zhi, his hand was held down.
"Today I am celebrating your victory. Why should I ask you to take care of me? If you like, eat more."
Lin Zhi picked up a piece and put it in Qi He's bowl, asking him to enjoy it.
Qi He responded, picked up the fish in the bowl and tasted it carefully. It was obviously the same dish, but it tasted better.
He has loved eating fish since he was a child, but he has never shown this preference in front of his master.
After he lost his sight, many things became troublesome for him, and there were some things he would not be able to deal with even if he grew up and became more skilled in martial arts, such as picking out fish bones.
There was too little meat on the fish belly and he was too embarrassed to always use his chopsticks to take more than a piece at a time. It was difficult to remove the bones without seeing them, and it would be indecent to use his mouth. Therefore, sometimes he would not even notice the fish on the table.
But Qi He didn't know when his master discovered that he liked to eat fish. He only knew that from one day on, the fish on the table were either fried until crispy with even the bones in this way, or had fewer or larger bones. His master would specifically let him eat more, and occasionally there would be fish fillet porridge, fish balls, and fish soup made in different ways.
He could not express his gratitude enough for the kindness his master had shown him overtly, and the thoughtful care he had given him in the subtle details made it impossible for him to thank him enough no matter how many times he said it.
In the past, these emotions were just love and gratitude, but now they have turned into greed, which is eroding my rationality time and time again.
The tip of his tongue touched the tender fish meat. Without much chewing, the plump and full fish meat was opened. Qi He's Adam's apple slid up and down due to swallowing. He felt satisfied but unsatisfied. Compared with his favorite food, he wanted to eat something else more urgently.
What is the appropriate way to "offend" the master? Qi He had a smile on his face while eating with his master, while thinking about his plan of constantly overturning it in his mind.
It has to be thorough and well-timed.
"Hey, it looks like I came at the right time, just in time for you to have dinner."
A familiar voice sounded from the roof, causing Lin Zhi to look up.
An old man with a white beard and shabby clothes and a little sloppy dress sat on it with a glass of wine in his arms and landed in the yard nimbly.
"I heard that you won the championship of this martial arts competition, so I came here specially to congratulate you. In addition, since the matter of Qinhe Valley, I have to come and thank you. I brought a bottle of the best fruit wine to give to you."
Bai Wuqiu sat down naturally, but since he was giving it to someone else, he poured himself a glass first.
"It's really delicious, but it's still a little bland," Bai Wuqiu smacked his lips, put the gift he brought in front of Lin Zhi, rubbed his hands and said, "Can I get an extra set of bowls and chopsticks?"
He has always been such a cunning person. Lin Zhi asked the servants to bring bowls and chopsticks.
Bai Wuqiu also brought a stack of peanuts to go with the wine, and ate them with gusto.
Qi He poured a cup of fruit wine, which had a long and sweet aftertaste. This was the taste that Lin Zhi would like. Qi He immediately poured a cup for his master to try.
Not long after eating, Bai Wuqiu revealed his true intention. He chuckled and said, "I have finished the strong liquor you gave me before. Can you give me another one?"
Lin Zhi raised an eyebrow: "Okay, what do you want in exchange?"
He knew that Bai Wuqiu would not come to him for no reason. The wine left for him had probably been drunk by him long ago, and now he found a good opportunity to ask for it.
"That's too polite. You are your apprentice's master and I am his teacher. Can you give me another pot for the sake of our relationship? Or a small bottle will do. I don't know where you found that kind of wine. Can you give me some more?"
Bai Wuqiu stretched out two fingers and gestured hard, his eyes full of desire.
Lin Zhi: "If you promise to help me do something, I will give you a jar."
"Okay! Then bring it up to me first so I can satisfy my craving. I'll be itching if I can't drink it."
Bai Wuqiu agreed without hesitation, without even asking what it was about.
Lin Zhi asked someone to go to the warehouse to get some wine, and while Bai Wuqiu was drinking, he asked about the battle between good and evil fifty years ago.
Bai Wuqiu spoke incoherently and by the time it got dark, the jar of wine that Bai Wuqiu had brought had been finished by Qi He and Lin Zhi without them noticing.
The aftereffects of the alcohol were rising up and he seemed a little drunk. Qi He rubbed his forehead and used his internal force to speed up the dissolution of the alcohol in his body. Listening to the sound of Bai Wuqiu snoring in his drunken sleep, he helped Lin Zhi beside him up.
"Master, please go inside first."
Lin Zhi pinched her brows in response, but did not move forward. Instead, she leaned in Qi He's arms.
Qi He held Lin Zhi's waist, and said with a hint of disbelief and uncertainty: "Master, you're not leaving?"
"Let's go, it's hot."
Lin Zhi's face was flushed. She grasped Qi He's collar with her hands, and her sleeves slipped down, revealing a white and slender wrist.
Qi He was sure that his master was drunk. Normally, his master would never talk to him like this.
This sentence describing the weather or his state is not urgent, but soft like a complaint between lovers, as if it is completely immersed in honey and even constantly dripping with sweetness.
And the movements of his master in his arms made him even more certain that his master was drunk.
The young man was restless, and seemed to be annoyed by the drunkenness and heat, and was pulling at his clothes impatiently.
Qi He's head was a little dizzy due to the alcohol, and he felt even more confused as to what day it was. He quickly carried his master back to the room.
There was no ice basin in the room, and the temperature was almost the same as outside.
Qi He couldn't see anything, he could only hear the sound of clothes falling to the ground. He clenched his fingers anxiously but didn't know what to do.
"Master, I'll go get you some water, don't catch a cold..."
Qi He wanted to stop Lin Zhi's actions, but felt a warm hand.
He was pressing on Lin Zhi's shoulder, and there was no obstruction.
If he could see, he would have noticed that Lin Zhi's clothes had become loose due to the pulling.
The beauty has loose black hair and looks lazy.
Lin Zhi felt the coolness and sighed comfortably. He did not reach out to find the source of the coolness, but rubbed his hot cheek against the hand at the side of his body in this position.
Qi He stood there stiffly, unable to move. He felt as if he was starting to have a fever. Worried that his body temperature was rising, he asked his master not to touch him anymore.
After a few moments, Qi He's eyelashes trembled and he raised his hand slightly.
The young man's cool fingers moved around, winning the beauty's heart, and he also received a few soft, intoxicating sounds from her nose.
This seemed to be some kind of indulgence and promise. Qi He heard his own heartbeat becoming increasingly noisy, but his mind seemed to be becoming clearer and clearer, and his fingers no longer trembled but became more steady.
The force of his fingertips was neither light nor heavy. The master was drunk. He thought that the master had never lost his composure like this before. He looked even softer than his usual defenseless self.
The irrepressible desires clamored to overturn the careful plans that had been thought out for a long time in the mind, and the hesitations and considerations were almost unable to withstand the greed that was as hot as the tide.
If he were to be discovered, how would the master treat him? Would he angrily sever ties with him, or would he think of his pitiful nature and endure it helplessly? What would be his attitude when he endured it?
Shouldn't... can't... at this time... Qi He's thoughts were repeatedly wrestling and weighing, and he was like a confused disciple, obediently seeking answers from his master.
"Master, what do you think I should do?"
His breath was very close to the young man, and his gray eyes were filled with deep desire.
At this moment Qi He suddenly remembered the sound of clothes falling to the ground that he heard before he tried to stop him, and his master's shirt was clearly still on him.
My thoughts seemed to be burned away by the fire, and the rising flames burned every inch of my heart.
The boy's voice was hoarse: "Thank you, Master, for teaching me."
Although Qi He was blind, he knew clearly where his master's lips were.
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