Chapter 52 Master's One Sentence
Qingjue's consciousness floated in a pitch-black, weightless zone, feeling himself rising and falling, unable to grasp anything around him.
I felt that inexplicable feeling of irritation rising up in my heart again.
Scars began to appear on his body, scars that seemed to be self-inflicted in the real world. Two bodies were fighting, and his soul was being torn apart.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he felt a cool touch on his forehead, like someone's palm.
In a daze, Qingjue seemed to see his teacher again.
[Little one, let's take your temperature now, and remember to take your medicine properly.]
Qingjue couldn't quite make out whose name the teacher was calling.
He felt sad again, and tears streamed down his face.
Why can't he remember what his teacher looks like, even though he still lives in this world and occasionally visits her from afar?
What should I do, teacher? Please teach him again. Why can't he do anything? He's so sad.
"Master...Master..."
Qingjue opened his eyes. There was something soft behind his head, and a hand reached out to block some of the light in front of him so that his eyes could adjust.
"You cried, did you have a nightmare?" Jie Zhoujian's voice came from above: "...It's Zhoujian's fault, I didn't notice that you weren't feeling well, I should have come back earlier."
The moment Qingjue woke up, his heart raced and his breathing became rapid. It took him a while to calm down. Only then did he realize that his mind had been somewhat dizzy, but he hadn't paid any attention to it.
This feeling...
“Your injury hasn’t healed yet, and you’ve caught a cold and contracted a febrile disease. You must be feeling very uncomfortable,” Xie Zhoujian said with some self-reproach. “I really should have let you rest properly.”
He removed his hand after Qingjue adjusted to the light, but did not withdraw it; his cool palm rested on Qingjue's feverish forehead.
Qingjue then realized that he was resting his head on Jie Zhoujian's lap. It was already night, and there was a warm firelight on his side. Several braziers had been specially placed in his room.
how……
Qingjue instinctively tried to sit up, but felt unwell, weak in his limbs, and ached all over.
“You had a nightmare just now and didn’t sleep well. Perhaps you’re not used to the Yun family’s pillows,” Xie Zhoujian explained. “I overstepped my bounds.”
Ah... I see.
Qingjue coughed twice and turned his head: "It's nothing, I'm not blaming you."
It was quite comfortable to sleep, but... it felt like I was going against the natural order.
He was more concerned about the dream he had just had than about that.
Those must have been his subconscious dreams during his illness, when his consciousness was clouded.
There seemed to be many more things in the dream, but he couldn't remember them all. The only thing that left a deep impression was the two intertwined emotions.
That restlessness and that sadness always alternated as he left this world.
Qingjue closed his eyes, but still felt his head burning. He couldn't help but lie on Jie Zhoujian's lap for a while, his nose tingled with the calming scent of his clothes.
It has a non-pungent woody scent, mixed with some temple incense aroma.
It's quite good for helping you sleep.
Unbeknownst to him, Qingjue closed his eyes and slept for a while longer. When he woke up again, he was back on his pillow because Jie Zhoujian had gotten up to warm up his medicine.
It was already midnight, and everyone else had basically gone to sleep according to their biological clocks. Qingfeng gave some instructions, and Jie stayed behind to take care of him.
After Qingjue finished his medicine, he leaned against the headboard and couldn't fall asleep. He glanced at Jiezhoujian, who had put away the medicine bowl and was sitting by the bed with him.
Everyone trusted Jie Zhoujian, and Ruan Linglai and the others regarded him as their second patriarch. When he carried Qingjue out of the mountain prison, it startled everyone. Later, they found out that it was just a cold, and everyone was relieved.
With the help of the daytime care instructions, everyone can rest assured.
But Qingjue noticed another emotion in him.
"What's wrong?" Qingjue's voice was slightly hoarse as he took a glass of water that Jie Zhoujian quickly handed him and said, "Can't I even talk to my own master about it?"
“No,” Jie Zhoujian sat up straight instantly and retorted, “Zhoujian and Master naturally have no secrets, but… in the end, it’s because Zhoujian’s mind is not firm enough that it’s hard to say.”
“This is none of your business,” Qingjue said, taking a sip of hot water. “Anyone who hears such offensive words will take it to heart.”
"...Yes, during the day I just didn't want Master to be unwell and share my burdens."
"I'm fine, aren't I? Besides, I haven't been resting enough these past few days. It's my own fault for being restless and always wanting to find something to do. I don't blame you," Qingjue put down his cup and said, "Most of what Jie Nanfeng said was just pure venting."
“He has been in the Xie family for too long, and his sense of right and wrong, and even good and evil, has long been distorted. Therefore, he cannot understand you who have been reborn... I don’t want to force you to figure it out quickly, but if you want to talk to your teacher about your parents, I will listen attentively.”
“…Yes, Master is right,” Xie Zhoujian smiled calmly and said, “Actually, it’s not that I don’t want to talk about it, but since I have memories, I have only heard about my parents from other people.”
"Although the Xie family only verbally abused the mother, they could still overhear the rumors circulating in the town when they went out occasionally."
"My father loved my mother very much and used forceful means to keep her. My mother and he were originally in love with each other, but my mother was a fierce and chivalrous woman who hated evil. When she learned that my father was a member of the Xie family, she would never be with him no matter what."
"In the end, after my mother died, my father followed her... It was not a good end... When I was a child, I did have some distrust of love in the world."
After listening, Qingjue remained silent for a while.
No wonder Xie Zhoujian felt so out of place in the Xie family; his personality must have come from his strong and righteous mother.
Thinking of what this woman had gone through, Qingjue couldn't help but feel his eyes redden. However, he had now avenged his disciple's mother.
The same was true of Jie Zhoujian. His expression softened considerably when he mentioned his mother, but his tone became much more subdued when he mentioned others, including his father.
Qingjue gave another example: "But there is also true affection in the world. For example, Muyuan and Senior Qing's relationship was short-lived, but they were able to shoulder their responsibilities, which I admire. Senior Qing's tragic death is truly regrettable, but I am also happy to see Miss Muyuan wandering the world."
“Well, my thoughts are different now, and I’m quite envious of Young Master Yun,” Jie Zhoujian said. “Young Master Yun has wonderful parents, and the head of the Yun family is upright and honest. It’s just a pity that such a beautiful woman has such a short life. I hope that they can be buried together in the same grave after they pass away, and stay together forever.”
"You little rascal, you do have your own insights into love," Qingjue said with a smile after hearing his assessment. "Now that you have these control groups, are you still afraid that you will become a bad person? When you meet your lover, will you be like your father?"
“There is absolutely no such possibility,” Jie Zhoujian said firmly as he looked at Qingjue. “Zhoujian’s love in this life is something I will protect for the rest of my life. He must be free. Whether he is with me or not, whether he loves someone else or not, as long as he is happy, that’s all that matters.”
"I can only blame myself for not being able to make him fall in love with me. He is strong enough on his own and is not dependent on me. His greatest wish in this life is to accompany him to see all the mortal world. When that happens, Zhoujian will be satisfied enough—Zhoujian will never become a person like his father."
Qingjue, in a daze, avoided Jie Zhoujian's eyes and turned his head to say, "You're such a romantic at such a young age. If you really meet a girl you like, wouldn't the entire Qing family be unable to keep you here?"
“No, it won’t happen,” Jie Zhoujian smiled gently. “Master can easily keep me here with just one word.”
brat...
Why is it this kind of pure love story?
Qingjue had prepared a whole bunch of things to say, but suddenly he didn't know what to say. Someone as cunning as him was the worst at being straightforward.
Qingjue adjusted his state, cleared his mind, and said, "Ahem, since that's the case, I won't say any more. You already have your own answer to right and wrong... Even if you're unhappy, you can talk to me or your junior brothers and sisters."
Jie Zhoujian: "Yes, it does feel much better to say it out loud. Thank you, Master—and thank you for protecting me in the mountain prison..."
"Alright, alright, no need to keep saying thank you," Qingjue waved his hand and said, "It feels... too formal."
“Okay, be careful from now on.” Jie Zhoujian said, “In return, Master, you should also speak up if anything happens, so we can share the burden with you.”
"...Are you just waiting for me here, kid?"
"How could that be? I was really sad during the day, but I felt much better after talking with Master."
"Alright, alright," Qingjue agreed. Anyway, he was sick and couldn't sleep, so he might as well talk while he was sick: "Then you can help me think about how to deal with the Zhao and Li families, how to deal with Jie Nanfeng, and what's the clue about the demon fire."
Qingjue admitted that he was sometimes a little scared.
I'm a little worried that I might not handle things properly and cause the original plot to resurface.
Therefore, we must take each step carefully.
"During the day, it was believed that those involved in this matter deserved to die. As for the remaining members of the Li and Zhao families, they should be eradicated, and all items that did not belong to them should be recovered. Items with owners should be returned to their original owners, and unclaimed items should be kept by the Qingyun and Qingyun families respectively."
This is similar to Qingjue's idea.
Jie Zhoujian added, "Secondly, and perhaps a little selfishly, I still hope to help Sister Muyuan and Senior Qing Jiujie reconstruct the full picture of what happened back then."
"No demonic fire appeared in this incident, which I think is because Jie Nanfeng and the others don't know how to use it. Connecting with the clues from many years ago, the demonic fire and the remnant soul appeared at the same time. I dare to guess that the demonic fire is now directly related to the remnant soul of Senior Qing Jiujie?"
Reasonable.
When he encountered the Xie family again, they couldn't use the demonic fire. If the demonic fire and Qing Jiu's scattered soul were directly related, he could now change course.
"I haven't decided on how Jie Nanfeng should die yet," Qingjue said, then suddenly remembered something else and said to Jie Zhoujian, "Why don't you let him die however you want?"
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