Chapter 240 The King Doesn’t Dislike
"Xiao Ye, stop thinking about it. It's getting late. Go to bed!" Qing Yi stopped Ye Qingyu from asking further questions with a guilty conscience.
Seeing Qing Yi looking slightly tired, Ye Qingyu stopped asking. The two of them slept until dawn, and when they woke up, Qing Feng was already up. From Qing Qing, he learned that he had accidentally been poisoned at Chun Sui Fang last night, and that Qing Yi had carried him back and even used his blood to detoxify him.
Ye Qingyu took Qingyi and Qingfeng to Shaolin Temple. Qingqing was not convenient to go to Shaolin Temple, so she had to stay in the inn and wait for them.
"Thank you, Mr. Qingyi." Qingfeng thanked him.
"Hehe, Qingfeng, do you really want to thank me?" Qingyi saw that Qingfeng looked serious and wanted to tease him, so he asked Qingfeng with a smile on his face.
"..." Qingfeng remained silent. Shouldn't one person say thanks and the other say, "You're welcome, don't worry about it"? Why did Qingyi ask him if he really wanted to thank him?
"It seems that you don't really want to thank me? I lost a lot of blood yesterday." Qing Yi shook his wrist which was still wrapped in bandages.
"Yes." Seeing this, the upright Qingfeng had no choice but to respond. It was not his style to be ungrateful.
"Okay, then say a few words of blessing to me and your master." I didn't expect Qing Yi to make such a nonsensical request.
Qingfeng didn't say anything, but Ye Qingyu glanced at Qingyi. Could it be that he was still brooding over what Qingfeng had said before: you two are not suitable for each other?
"What? You don't want to repay me?" Qing Yi shook his wrist again.
Qingfeng had no choice but to ask his master for help. It was really embarrassing for him to say these words. Besides, how could this be considered a repayment?
But Ye Qingyu felt funny in his heart, so he pretended not to understand Qingfeng's eyes and walked forward on his own. He wanted to hear what his cold and taciturn guard had to say.
"Qingfeng, if you really don't want to repay the favor, then forget it. It's just a cup of blood anyway." Qingyi said deliberately.
"I..." Qingfeng's dark face flushed a little, and he said helplessly: "You...be good..."
"What, Qingfeng? Just these few words? Otherwise, Qingqing always says that you are not good at talking." Qingyi looked at Qingfeng with amusement.
"Qingyi, stop it." After hearing the few words Qingfeng uttered after a long time, Ye Qingyu didn't intend to embarrass his guards anymore, so he spoke up to smooth things over.
Qingfeng heard his master talking and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, Xiaoye, do you think Qingfeng, with his clumsy tongue, can he find a wife?"
"Find him someone who can talk." Ye Qingyu said softly. Qingfeng was helpless. Why did his master join in the fun?
"Good idea, if you only had half my eloquence it would be fine."
"You? Don't you think you are too noisy?" Ye Qingyu complained.
"I'm noisy? That can't be right." Qing Yi fell into self-doubt. Is he noisy?
"..." Ye Qingyu glanced at Qing Yi with amusement and said, "This king doesn't mind."
"..." Qing Yi was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha..."
Qingfeng took a step back and walked behind. These two people really regarded themselves less and less as outsiders. Even their master was showing their affection in front of them so openly.
"Okay, we are going up the mountain. Be careful with your words and actions." Ye Qingyu reminded.
The three of them said nothing more until they reached the Shaolin Temple halfway up the mountain.
Wu Chen opened the door and saw Ye Qingyu and the others. He hurriedly asked, "Amitabha, young prince, you are here!"
"Is Master Yunxu feeling better?" Ye Qingyu asked while bowing.
"After drinking the medicine prescribed by the Demon Lord, I am getting better. Please come in, everyone." Wu Chen took a few people to Master Yunxu's courtyard.
"Abbot, why are you in the yard?" Wu Chen saw Master Yunxu sitting on the stone bench in the yard and hurried over.
"It's okay, come out and get some fresh air." Master Yunxu's face was no longer as dead as when they first met, which showed that the Demon Lord's detoxification method was effective.
"The old demon is gone?" asked Master Yunxu.
"The Demon Lord left Yuzhong Prefecture yesterday." Ye Qingyu replied.
"Well, it was beyond my expectation that he could come to Shaolin Temple. I didn't expect that he actually saved my life!" Master Yunxu said with emotion.
"Hey? Master, why doesn't my master want to come to Shaolin Temple?" Qing Yi asked curiously.
"This... all happened decades ago. There's no need to talk about it again." Master Yunxu hesitated, not explaining the reason. However, Qingyi remembered it and became increasingly curious about his master's past.
"Master, we are here this time to discuss the matter of poisonous incense." Ye Qingyu said.
"Oh? Any clues?" Master Yunxu became much more alert.
"Is there anyone coming to deliver incense today?" Ye Qingyu said before he finished speaking.
At this time, footsteps were heard, and a monk in a gray robe came in. He had a white beard and a vow on his head. He was of a burly figure. He said with concern, "Master, why are you in the courtyard? Be careful of the wind."
"It's Wuxin!" Master Yunxu smiled. He is the only one of his ten disciples who is still alive. He is over seventy years old this year.
"Master, you look good. Are you feeling better?"
"Much better. I feel much better after coming out for some fresh air."
"Master, who are these three?" Wu Xin looked at Ye Qingyu and the other two.
"They are the descendants of my old friends. They came here to visit central Henan and stopped by," said Master Yunxu.
Ye Qingyu is a disciple of Master Kongkong, but he has never told anyone about it, and he never shows up among the Shaolin monks, so other than Master Yunxu and Monk Kongkong, the Shaolin monks do not know Ye Qingyu's identity.
The three of them were just wondering, Master Yunxu seemed to be on guard against the great monk named Wuxin. Although he didn't lie, he didn't tell the truth either.
"Oh? Which old friend is it? Does my disciple know him?" Wu Xin looked at the three young men with extraordinary bearing. Seeing that they all had swords hanging on their heads, he thought they must be people from the martial arts world.
"An old friend from outside the domain, how do you know him?" Yunxu shook his head.
"Master, please sit for a while or go into the house to rest." Wu Xin said, carefully helping Master Yunxu walk into the room.
"Come in and sit down too." Master Yunxu said to Ye Qingyu and the other two.
"Thank you, Master." Ye Qingyu followed him into the room without any hesitation.
Great Monk Wuxin helped Master Yunxu onto the bed, poured water for him personally, and served his master. To anyone who saw it, it was a picture of a loving father and a filial son.
"Hey, Master, why is the incense in the incense burner out?" After serving his master, Wuxin looked around the room, walked to the incense burner in the corner, and asked with a frown.
"It's destroyed? I'm old and confused, and didn't notice it." Master Yunxu's voice seemed to become weak again.
"Wu Chen!" Wu Xin said sternly, "How can you be so lazy that you can't even take care of the incense? If you do it again, you will be punished according to the temple rules!"
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