Chapter 15 Spring Dream
Linyimen has lived in Guangyan for generations, and his coffin still bears the ancient symbol of Linyimen. Therefore, this man is very likely from Linyimen. In addition, the funeral procession was quite large, so he was probably not an insignificant person.
Linyi Sect has been the number one sect in the world for five hundred years. As a prominent figure in such a sect, Chu Jianshan was very curious as to who could be locked in a coffin and suffocated to death.
After turning countless corners, they finally arrived at their lodgings, which consisted of three adjacent rooms. Chu Jianshan glanced down from the railing; it was the fifth floor, but the height was already considerable, and the people on the first floor looked as small as ants.
After the man left, the three of them gathered in a room to discuss their next move.
Chu Jianshan took the best spot first—the bed. He would never stand if he could lie down, so Cheng Yuan and Ji Shi were forced to move to the table to sit down.
Chu Jianshan rested his arm behind his head, put one leg off the bed and propped the other leg up on the edge of the bed, and lazily said to Cheng Yuan, "You're starting to have doubts too, aren't you? Those people in Zuichunlou are probably not simple."
Cheng Yuan nodded, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "It's Linyi Gate, isn't it?"
Cheng Yuan had been suspicious of the group of people in Zuichunlou from the beginning. Their clothes were mixed up and had patterns and symbols that he couldn't understand. But he saw the same pattern on the coffin in Guishan Village. With the addition of that Guangyan man, he had a pretty good idea of what was going on.
Cheng Yuan raised his hand to the teacup, took a sip, and before he could swallow, he stopped, frowning slightly and remaining silent.
Chu Jianshan lowered his head, suppressing a laugh, and after a long while, he said, "I advise you not to drink this stuff from the spirit world. They are all dead and can't taste anything. They are just imitating the habits of the mortal world, so no one knows what this tea is actually made of."
Hearing this piqued Ji Shi's curiosity, so he poured himself a cup and tried it. The bitter taste made him grimace, and he exclaimed, "What the hell is this stuff?"
“It really is a ‘ghost’ thing.” Chu Jianshan sat up from the bed, walked to their side, picked up Cheng Yuan’s cup of tea, took a sip, and then had the exact same reaction as Ji Shi. Sure enough, one should not be too curious.
Cheng Yuan looked up as he drank the tea in his cup, then slowly lowered his eyes, a strange feeling welling up inside him.
"So, the people who surrounded and killed me and A Yuan were from the Linyi Sect?" Ji Shi spoke again. "But why would they do that? We clearly have no connection with the Linyi Sect."
Chu Jianshan sat next to Cheng Yuan, resting his chin on his hand. To be honest, he couldn't figure it out either. It would be reasonable to say that he was being besieged, since he had caused a great disturbance at Linyi Gate and injured so many of their disciples. It wouldn't be surprising if they chased after him. But what kind of logic was it to besiege and kill his disciple?
Moreover, judging from their previous tactics, they were clearly aiming to kill Cheng Yuan. If they wanted to lure him out, why did they have to kill him so quickly?
Chu Jianshan grabbed his hair and kept tapping the top of his head with his index finger, but Cheng Yuan pulled it off. "If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it. Get some sleep."
Chu Jianshan was moved to tears. His apprentice, whom he had raised, had finally learned to be filial to him. He suddenly felt like a daughter of his own had come of age.
Before long, all three returned to their rooms. Chu Jianshan also listened to Cheng Yuan's advice and prepared to get a good night's sleep. He lost consciousness shortly after lying down, as he was extremely tired today. However... he had a rather unpleasant dream.
...
"Master..." Cheng Yuan called out again.
The air inside was damp and cramped. The bed curtains were half-drawn, and although the evening sunlight outside was still bright, it seemed unable to penetrate the room, making it difficult for Chu Qingyuan to see anything clearly. He could only touch his face by feel.
"Don't call me Master..."
Chu Qingyuan spoke hoarsely. Cheng Yuan's call reminded him that he was doing this kind of thing with his disciple, which was really... outrageous.
But Cheng Yuan seemed to have taken a liking to it, calling him "Master" over and over again. He just wanted to keep calling him that; he hadn't done it for seven years, and he wanted to make up for what he had missed during those seven years.
Chu Qingyuan was slightly annoyed by his disturbance, so she gently pushed his chest away and turned her face away from him. She knew that she must be disheveled and her hair was messy, which was really not a good look.
Cheng Yuan was naturally unhappy and turned his face back to make him look at him.
He wanted his master to only be able to look at him in this life, the next life, and all the lifetimes to come.
"Master, please look at me more closely and see if I have changed a lot."
Before she could finish speaking, she lowered her head to kiss him again. Chu Qingyuan tried to dodge but was restrained by Cheng Yuan and forced to endure his kiss.
Chu Qingyuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, still glistening with tears. Unlike their previous intense actions, Cheng Yuan's kiss this time was very gentle, so gentle that Chu Qingyuan could hardly believe it. She slowly slowed her breathing and savored the kiss.
After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Yuan finally released him, their lips parting and leaving a ripple. Chu Qingyuan was still somewhat unsettled, breathing softly, before finally looking up at his face.
Things have changed, a lot has indeed changed.
The year he left, Cheng Yuan was only sixteen years old. He was unruly, stubborn, and wouldn't listen to anyone except him. He also had a childlike nature and always liked to stick to him and follow him around. He would say he was practicing moves, but he would end up jumping on him and complaining that he was tired.
So even now, Chu Qingyuan still can't understand how he could bear to abandon him seven years ago, how he could bear to hurt him and then leave without looking back.
He raised his hand and gently stroked Cheng Yuan's deep-set eyes, as if touching a precious treasure, and softly said, "Your teacher was wrong..."
Cheng Yuan paused for a moment, then buried his head in Chu Qingyuan's neck, his voice muffled.
"Where did Master go wrong? Was it because he ignored my objections, injured me, or didn't value his own life and insisted on seeking revenge?"
Chu Qingyuan sighed. These three things are essentially the same thing. He knew he was still throwing a tantrum. This child has always had a bad temper, and even though he had let him act up earlier, it was no use.
But it's no wonder he's like this; what happened back then... anyone would have a shadow over it.
Cheng Yuan hugged him and gently rocked him twice, as if urging him to answer the question from earlier.
Chu Qingyuan also came to her senses, hugged him tightly, gently kissed his cheek, and explained, "I was wrong, I was wrong. I promise I will never leave Ayuan again."
"Really?" Cheng Yuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes slightly red, tears welling up in his eyes, and then a single drop fell onto Chu Qingyuan's face.
Chu Qingyuan gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then tilted his head up to kiss his eyes.
Fine, let him be silly. He owes this disciple something he can never repay.
But Cheng Yuan seemed to be encouraged by something. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he looked at him with wide eyes. Then he stammered, "Is...is it okay?"
Chu Qingyuan: ? ? ? What? Does he mean that?
"Wait...wait!" Chu Qingyuan tried to push him away, but Cheng Yuan didn't listen to him at all. He slowly pressed down and started pecking at the corners of his mouth. His hands also started to wander, sliding on his waist and abdomen.
He wanted to kick him away, but he couldn't bear to, and Cheng Yuan grabbed him and held him around his waist instead.
After struggling for a long time to no avail, Chu Qingyuan finally resigned himself to his fate, stopped moving, and handed everything over to Cheng Yuan. Only in moments of passion, with tears streaming down his face, did he call out, "Traitorous disciple..."
...
Chu Jianshan suddenly sat up in bed, panting heavily. His hair, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to his forehead. His eyes were still unfocused, and it took him a while to see what was in front of him clearly.
Chu Jianshan's consciousness slowly returned, and as he recalled the events of his dream, his face flushed crimson, turning almost blood-red.
After a long pause, Chu Jianshan finally mustered the courage to slowly lift the blanket and look down.
"..."
Sure enough... Chu Jianshan covered his eyes, on the verge of tears, and felt like he wanted to smash his head against a wall and die.
How could I... have such a dream?! How could this be?! Especially with... with my own apprentice.
Even if he hadn't seen Cheng Yuan for seven years and did miss him, it shouldn't be... this desperate, right?
Chu Jianshan gave himself several excuses, but in the end he still felt that it was just a misperception caused by his long abstinence from sex. Yes, it was just a misperception! How could he possibly have malicious intentions towards his disciple!
Chu Jianshan took two deep breaths to calm down. He wanted to get out of bed to pour himself a glass of water, but when the teacup reached his lips, he remembered what the tea tasted like. So he put it down again with a sigh. It seemed he definitely wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Well, he had other important things to do anyway.
After putting on his coat, Chu Jianshan secretly left the room without carrying a lantern. He furtively peered down the corridor, as if looking for a room.
But soon he heard another person's footsteps, steady and powerful, neither hurried nor slow. Chu Jianshan turned around and leaned against a corner. In such darkness, it was difficult for others to spot him.
After walking about ten steps, the footsteps stopped, but Chu Jianshan did not immediately stick his head out. He waited a while before slowly turning around, wanting to go out and see what was going on.
Suddenly he felt a force grab his wrist from behind. Chu Jianshan instinctively tried to raise his hand to elbow him, but the force grabbed him and wrapped its arms around him, dragging him into a solid chest.
Chu Jianshan was not about to give in so easily. He was about to sweep the man down with a leg sweep when he heard a voice from above: "Don't move, someone's coming."
Chu Jianshan froze for a moment, then obediently let the person hold him, because he recognized the voice as Cheng Yuan's.
For some reason, Chu Jianshan felt his face slowly getting hot. It wasn't because he was shy from being hugged, but because he had just had that kind of dream, and now he was being hugged in such an intimate way by the protagonist of his dream, which made him think of some scenes in his dream.
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