Chapter 188: The Gu Master Who Cultivated the Young Hero
The immaturity and clumsiness of young people lies in the fact that they have no rules, only sincerity.
The summer night wind blew in through the half-open window, but could not dispel the thick heat in the house.
Qi He has always been a stubborn and patient person. He will do everything until his goal is achieved. When his family had not encountered any misfortunes in his childhood, he could stand in horse stance and swing his sword without complaining of being tired. After the accidents, he would get up before dawn to practice martial arts, and he did so every day.
Therefore, it was not difficult for him to persuade his master to open his lips, as he was always patient.
The beauty's lips were red and soft, as if filled with honey.
Amid the rich aroma of fruit wine, Qi He smelled the familiar sweet fragrance coming from his master.
Even though the veins on the back of his hands holding the bed were bulging from trying so hard to restrain himself, Qi He still moved slowly and steadily.
He was not afraid of waking up his drunken master, but he did not want to leave a bad impression on his master. Besides, he did not like to take risks.
He waited so long and endured for so long, not to vent, but to savor it.
The master, who was already suffering from the summer heat, was probably fed up with his pestering and therefore refused.
However, this rejection was no less than an acceptance. Qi He greedily held his master's hand and shook it with him.
The white silk that was torn during today's competition had long been discarded, and he did not cover his eyes again.
Qi He swallowed the wetness, and the satisfaction between his handsome eyebrows was not concealed.
"Master..." he whispered, and then he said the name he had wanted to call out for a long time, "Lin Zhi."
He couldn't help but curl his lips and his voice was tender.
Qi He held Lin Zhi's hand, pinched her fingertips and kissed them, then stood up.
He did not leave, but went to the corner. In the bucket was the well water that the servants changed every day for washing hands. Qi He soaked his slightly hot hands in it and listened to the movement on the bed not far away.
After soaking for a while, Qi He did not wipe his hands with a cloth, letting the water droplets drip from his fingertips to the ground leaving traces, and walked to the bed.
The slightly cool water droplets dripped onto his chest, causing Lin Zhi to subconsciously move his fingers slightly, coveting the coolness, and his brows relaxed as the water covered him.
Although he knew that his master was a martial artist and would not get sick easily, Qi He still subconsciously avoided Lin Zhi's belly button and kissed away the water droplets.
As he thought, the heat-fearing young man was only interested in staying cool while drunk and did not have many scruples.
Qi He thought that next time he must not let his master get drunk without him, especially in the summer.
The fruit wine was not hot or astringent when it entered his mouth, and he did not expect it to have such a strong aftertaste.
Fortunately, he used his inner strength to dissolve some of the alcohol, and with his blood circulation too fast, he was able to protect his spiritual center. Otherwise, if he let it go, he was afraid he would not be able to resolve the situation.
The young man's calloused hands held his master's beautiful jade flute, and his rough palms narrowed.
Qi He lowered his eyes, really wanting to see it.
Unfortunately, although his eyes were open, there was a darkness that was almost gray in front of him. He could not see anything, not even a vague outline.
He searched all the places he had never visited before and sketched them out in his mind.
His hands replaced his eyes, helping him to see the world.
The silver bell on the young man's wrist would not make any sound without internal force, so it just swung lightly in vain. The tiny sound could only be heard by people around him, and could not wake him up in the long night.
According to Qi He's instructions, he should wipe everything clean, but Qi He did not do so.
He didn't know how much his master would remember, but he didn't want him to forget.
When the person behind the scenes might be about to surface, the master will not abandon him.
What's more, Qi He selfishly wanted to drag Lin Zhi into the flames of immorality, so that his dear master could also taste what it felt like to dream about the person closest to him, even if he had to endure alienation and even disgust for it.
But ignorance is the best cover-up. Facing him as he was, how could the master have the nerve to tell him what he dreamed about him and what he dreamed about.
"Master, please love me, just as I love you."
Qi He murmured, full of desire.
He never tired of soaking his hands in the water, only to dry them afterwards to dispel some of the summer boredom.
Qi He didn't want to stay here too long, but was reluctant to leave, so he told himself to just kiss one last time before leaving.
Thinking that there might not be another chance in the short term, Qi He's breath became deeper and deeper, and his entanglement became more and more persistent.
Lin Zhi was feeling a little annoyed, his consciousness was in a state of chaos and not very clear. Being entangled while drunk and sleeping were sometimes too similar, and the entanglement of the person beside him made him feel deeply disturbed.
The chaotic memories are intertwined, like broken lenses, scattered, disordered and reversed.
When he was able to catch his breath, he frowned and shouted, "Xie Qing, stop making trouble."
The tight feeling that almost swallowed him up finally disappeared, and he fell asleep comfortably again.
"Xie Qing?"
The young man murmured this strange name, and the voice that came out from between his teeth was cold and sinister.
The smile on his face had long since disappeared, and the hot, sweet fire in his heart suddenly cooled when he heard the other person's name, and his fingers stiffened unconsciously.
The burning coldness in my chest seemed as if someone had pierced my heart with a sword. The wind passed through the pores in my flesh and blood, freezing the remaining warmth.
"Master, who is Xie Qing?"
Qi He's voice was very soft, trying to hear the answer again.
Why would you say his name, at this moment, in this tone and with this gesture.
The jealousy almost drove Qi He crazy. The intimacy between him and the man named Xie Qing in Lin Zhi's words seemed to have already been in the realm of love.
He had never heard of this person's name. When did he appear and how long had he been there?
Qi He thought he was the closest person to his master in the world, but he found that he did not appear in his master's life that early. He was seventeen years old when he first met his master.
It is easiest to be moved when one is young. Before that, he might have had a past with the person named Xie Qing. Maybe it has been so long but he just doesn't know it.
Qi He tried his best to regulate his breathing and control his murderous intent.
His mind was completely clear, and the remaining drunkenness disappeared without a trace.
"Master, you are so drunk that you even called the wrong name," Qi He stroked Lin Zhi's face and said with a smile, "It's not Xie Qing, it's Qi He."
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