Chapter 257: The Frightened Qing Yi
"Xiao Ye, why don't you let me drink?" Qing Yi hasn't drunk for three days in order to recuperate from his injuries. Now, the medicine is in front of him again.
"Let's talk about it after your injury heals." Ye Qingyu handed over the medicine.
"Hey, I'll drink it. I'm not like you who finds it so difficult to drink a medicine!" Qing Yi took the medicine and drank it all in one gulp while bickering with Ye Qingyu.
The maid next to him immediately brought him some clean water for him to rinse his mouth.
"What is my master busy with? He doesn't even come to care about his apprentice?" Qing Yi wondered why his master didn't come to visit him?
"Qing Yi, I want to tell you something." Ye Qingyu saw that Qing Yi had gotten much better after three days of recuperation, and he could no longer hide the matter of the Demon Lord from him. The King of Buddhism planned to bury the senior early tomorrow morning. As a disciple, how could Qing Yi not go and say goodbye to his master?
"What's the matter? Tell me!" Qing Yi asked.
"The Demon Lord...Master..." Ye Qingyu paused and continued, "He has passed away."
"What!" Qing Yi jumped up from the bed and exclaimed loudly: "Xiao Ye, what did you say?"
"Master has passed away." Ye Qingyu repeated.
"Ah..." Qing Yi didn't say anything for a long time, just sat there in a daze.
"Qing Yi? Master is over a hundred years old, although suddenly..." Ye Qingyu tried to comfort Qing Yi.
"When did it happen?" Qing Yi's voice trembled slightly.
"When you were trapped by the Blood Harp, Sect Leader Mo originally wanted Prince Shi to wake him up..."
"Three days? Why did you just tell me?" Qing Yi looked at Ye Qingyu.
"You are injured..."
"Xiao Ye, he is my master..."
"You should go see him now. He will be buried tomorrow morning. Sect Leader Mo has been guarding him for three days without eating or drinking." Ye Qingyu knew that Qing Yi was blaming him for not telling him earlier.
Qing Yi stood up and walked out of the room without saying a word. Ye Qingyu and Qingfeng followed him silently. When they arrived at the Demon Lord's residence, they saw Ling Feng standing at the door.
"Qing Yi..." Ling Feng didn't dare to visit Qing Yi for the past three days. He was worried that he would let the secret slip.
"Even you hid it from me!" Qing Yi vented his anger on his old friend and pushed the door open and walked in.
In the room, there was a man sitting next to the bed. He was wearing black clothes and had black hair. Qing Yi knew from his back that it was his master Mo Qitian.
"Master..." Qing Yi took a step forward and saw his master lying on the bed, seemingly asleep. He didn't look dead at all. Instead, his master's pale face revealed fatigue.
"You're here." Mo Qitian didn't look at Qing Yi. He kept his eyes on his master. Look at him for a while longer, because he won't be able to see him tomorrow.
Chu Shi told him that the old man couldn't be left lying there forever and should be buried. Mo Qitian didn't express his opinion at the time, but he knew that Chu Shi was right. Even if he was reluctant, he couldn't keep his master.
"Master, is he really dead?" Qing Yi looked at Master's face. How could he look like someone who had passed away? He even sniffed his breath in disbelief before finally accepting the fact.
"Master, please go and have a rest. I'll stay with you." Qing Yi heard Xiao Ye say that the master had been guarding for three days and three nights.
"Okay, you stay with him for a while, I'll go wash up." Mo Qitian said. He had to see his master off in a decent manner, otherwise the old man would laugh at him even in the underworld.
"Yes, Master." Qing Yi agreed obediently.
After Mo Qitian got up and left, Qing Yi sat in his master's seat and looked at the person on the bed.
"Master, you are really something. You died and came back to life, and lived and died again without even saying hello. Didn't you say you would live to be a thousand years old? You are such a boast!" Qing Yi's tone was full of provocation, but when he looked at his face again, tears were already flowing.
"Master, you might not know this yet, but I, your disciple, am still thinking about your treasures. Couldn't you just tell me secretly where you've hidden them?"
"Hey, Master, you're not going to die of anger because of me, are you? I was just joking with you. I know there's nothing between you and that girl. At most, you both like the guqin."
"Oh, by the way, Master, I almost died on the same day as you. That Blood Harp originally wanted to execute me with the Seven-String Clone, but luckily my master saved my life. Master, if I had died then, would we be brothers in the next life?" Qing Yi muttered to himself. If the person on the bed heard it, he would definitely get up and scold him, saying that this unfilial disciple was actually calling him a brother.
Qing Yi saw a string of things on his master's wrist that looked like Buddhist beads, but were slightly different. It seemed to be moving. He stopped talking and stared at the thing.
"What is this?" Qing Yi felt strange. He reached out to take it and take a look.
He accidentally touched the Demon Lord's wrist. Hey, the wrist was hot. Qing Yi didn't hesitate and reached out to feel the master's pulse. It was actually beating!
Qing Yi stood up in shock! His first reaction was: Is the master going to turn into a ghost?
Thinking of this, he turned around and ran out, startling Ye Qingyu who was outside.
"Ah, ghost!" Qing Yi saw that it was Xiao Ye and hugged him.
"..." There were quite a few people outside, including Mo Qitian who had just finished washing up, and the King of Shi who came with him.
"Qing Yi, Qing Yi!" Ye Qingyu had to pull the person hanging on him. Qing Yi almost knocked him to the ground with his pounce. He took two steps back before he could steady himself.
"Xiao Ye, there's a ghost." Qing Yi shouted, as if he was frightened.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Seeing this, Ye Qingyu didn't care about so many people watching. He patted Qingyi on the back and comforted him kindly.
"Qing Yi!" Mo Qitian's voice was gloomy. His master was still lying in there. What was this kid doing?
"Ah, Master!" Qing Yi glanced at the people around him, calmed down, and crawled out of Xiao Ye's arms, but still holding his hand.
"What's going on?" Mo Qitian's voice was filled with anger.
"Master, my master-master...he is going to become a fierce ghost!" Qing Yi was still in shock and very scared.
"Huh?" Everyone looked at Qing Yi together. What a shocking statement.
Mo Qitian was furious when he heard this. What the hell was this bastard saying? He took a step forward to clean up the mess, but was held tightly back by King Shi.
"Qing Yi, please explain clearly! What's going on?" The King of Buddhism had a bad tone. How could Qing Yi be joking in this situation? He really didn't know his place!
Ye Qingyu could sense Qing Yi's genuine fear and nervousness from the way he was tightly gripping his hand. He wrapped his other hand around Qing Yi's and soothed him, "Just be clear, I'm here, don't be afraid."
"My master is about to come back to life. Just now, I checked his pulse inside and it was beating..." Before Qing Yi finished speaking, a black shadow, Mo Qitian, flew into the room.
Everyone was completely unconvinced by Qing Yi's words. How could this be possible? Especially the Prince of Buddhism, who had not only checked the Demon Lord's breathing but also his pulse. He knew there was no breath at all. There was no way he could be wrong.
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