Chapter 3: Anxious
Qing Yi's mind worked very quickly, much faster than that of his eccentric master, and he understood Ye Qingyu's meaning in an instant.
"Okay, stop talking and go in!" Ye Qingyu urged in a low voice.
Since meeting Qing Yi again today, Qing Yi has been talking about his longing for her all the time, and he talks about it without any scruples, completely ignoring the other people around him.
Although Ye Qingyu was not used to expressing his emotions in public, his longing for Qingyi had not diminished at all, but his way of expressing it was more restrained and implicit.
Looking back on those three years, for many people it seemed like a fleeting moment, but for Qing Yi, it was incredibly difficult. With his outgoing and lively nature, how did he manage to survive three long years living alone in a cave?
Missing someone is never a one-sided thing, and Ye Qingyu is also worried about Qingyi day and night.
"You're back!" The King of Buddhism was chatting with the Martial Saint. Mo Qitian's eldest disciple Beichen was accompanying them. When he saw Mo Qitian, the Demon Lord and others come in, he hurriedly stood up.
"Well, why are you getting up? Just sit down!" Mo Qitian said, his tone less cold and more gentle than usual.
"Um... King Shi, I have something..." The Demon Lord still remembered what happened a thousand years later. He knew that his apprentice was unreliable, but seeing that King Shi had a kind face and spoke gently, he thought he should be someone easy to talk to, so he planned to ask for help.
"Beichen, is the food ready? Let's welcome the Martial Saint!" Mo Qitian suddenly spoke, interrupting the Demon Lord, who glared at his disciple with dissatisfaction.
"...What's going on?" The King of Buddha's eyes flickered between Mo Qitian and the Demon Lord, filled with confusion. What on earth were these master and disciple up to? What had the Demon Lord just wanted to say to him?
"Oh, by the way, senior brother, Xiaoye can't stand spicy food, so you have to ask the kitchen to prepare some light dishes..." Qing Yi interrupted, but before he could finish his words, he felt Ye Qingyu gently pulling his sleeve.
Ye Qingyu felt helpless. How could this person not restrain himself at all? With so many elders here, it was really embarrassing for him to show his concern so openly.
"Okay! Got it!" Beichen agreed with a smile. In fact, he had already instructed the kitchen to prepare a completely vegetarian banquet. After all, the Martial Saint was of noble status, so naturally, the taste preferences of the distinguished guest were the main considerations.
When the food was served, the Demon Lord was the first to frown and complain loudly, "Why are they all vegetarian?" Qing Yi also muttered softly to express his dissatisfaction.
"This is a banquet to welcome the Martial Saint, so naturally all the dishes are vegetarian. If you want to eat, sit down. If you don't want to eat, go away." Mo Qitian retorted without any hesitation.
"Traitor!" The Demon Lord snorted angrily and sat down reluctantly in the main seat next to the Martial Saint.
"Old devil, look at how petty you are. Didn't you pat your chest and say last time that the vegetarian dishes from your Western Regions are much better than those from South Vietnam, and even clamored to invite me to have a taste? How come now that I'm really here, you're reluctant to leave?" The Martial Saint spoke with a smile, his tone of voice teasing.
"Who said I couldn't bear to part with it? Old Taoist, feel free to eat as much as you want! I'm not bragging. Try this dish. It's made with the pulp of Western grapes, dried in the sun for seven days..."
The people present found it interesting and secretly admired the Martial Saint's skill. He completely diverted the Demon Lord's attention as soon as he opened his mouth.
Look, the Demon Lord, who was looking down on the vegetarian banquet just now, is now enthusiastically introducing each dish to the Martial Saint, explaining everything from the selection of ingredients to the preparation methods.
"Hey, Xiaoye, look at my master. I didn't expect him to know so much about cooking. Could he have been a chef before?" Qing Yi admired his master a little. He originally thought that his master's behavior was ridiculous, but he didn't expect him to have such insights into food. It seems that his master is not only a martial arts expert! He has many other abilities!
"Come on, Xiaoye, try this..." Qing Yi diligently picked up some food for Ye Qingyu. Anyway, Master Mo Qitian was taking care of the Prince of Buddhism, and the Martial Saint was studying the dishes with his master, so no one had time to pay attention to them.
After everyone finished eating, Wu Sheng said goodbye, saying that he had not been to the Western Regions for a long time and wanted to take this opportunity to experience the scenery of the Western Regions.
As the host, the Demon Lord knew the Western Regions very well, so of course he would accompany him. The most important thing was that he didn't want to stay in the Demon Sect, as he felt uncomfortable all over. He wanted to take this opportunity to go out for a walk, which was exactly what he wanted.
The Prince had originally planned to depart for Jiangnan early. He had intended to keep a low profile on this trip, and it was unwise for him to remain in a foreign land for long. However, Mo Qitian insisted that the Prince stay for three more days, saying that he would return to Jiangnan with him after he had sorted out his affairs within the sect.
Qing Yi approached his master and told him he was going to the Central Plains, following Ye Qingyu. He was initially worried his master wouldn't agree, but then he realized his master was leaving with the Buddhist King, and compared to that, his own situation was nothing. This left his poor senior brother, Beichen, to deal with the affairs of the sect alone.
"Xiao Ye, let's set off with Master and the others in three days. What do you think?" Qing Yi asked Ye Qingyu for his opinion.
"Well, but we are not going to Jiangnan, we are going to the capital." Ye Qingyu said after thinking for a moment.
"Ah, going to the capital? That's great!" Qing Yi was overjoyed when he heard it.
The capital of Da Chu is a prosperous and bustling place. He has wanted to go there for a long time. Now that Xiao Ye said he wanted to go to the capital, it was exactly what he wanted!
After dinner, everyone went about their own business. Qing Yi couldn't hide the joy and urgency on his face, and pulled Ye Qingyu straight to his room.
Although it is still early, since Xiaoye said he is tired, he should have a good sleep first to get enough rest so that he can be full of energy in the evening.
"Xiao Ye, this is my room!" Qing Yi pushed open the door and said excitedly.
Before Ye Qingyu could even take in the room properly, Qing Yi pulled him tightly into his arms. Qing Yi nestled his head on his shoulder, pressing down hard, and then a long, deep breath could be heard.
"Is he crying?" This thought flashed through Ye Qingyu's mind. Before he could open his mouth to comfort him, an enlarged face quickly approached, and warm lips covered him in an instant, from a light touch to a strong one, the sweetness was lingering and endless.
"Xiao Ye... Xiao Ye..." Qing Yi whispered softly, and his voice was filled with thousands of attachments and longings accumulated over the past three years.
Finally, the two of them could no longer restrain their passion, and before they knew it, they had moved to the bedside. Qing Yi's passion was like fire, igniting Ye Qingyu, burning him so that his whole body was hot and he almost lost control.
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