Chapter 96 Pingxin (Traditional Chinese Characters) Fanmeng Chenji
After lying down to rest, Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes to find himself in a different place. This wasn't the first time this had happened, so he wasn't flustered, knowing he had entered Luo Binghe's dream again. After floating for a while, he gently landed on the ground.
A touch and you're gone, as if riding the wind and treading on willows. All around is resplendent gold and jade, the decoration style is gorgeous and extravagant, and there is a long corridor that looks very familiar. It is definitely the Illusionary Flower Palace.
Passing through this long corridor, at the end lies the main hall and council chamber of the Illusion Flower Palace. In the past, Luo Binghe himself would already be waiting for him in the dream, but this time he didn't see him, which was quite strange.
There was someone in the hall. Shen Qingqiu recognized the figure from behind. He leaned closer and was even more surprised. He exclaimed in astonishment, "Junior Brother Mu?"
The solemnly standing 'Mu Qingfang' was merely a phantom from Luo Binghe's memories, and naturally, she couldn't hear the greeting. His junior brother, who usually had a good temper, now stood in the center of the hall with a rather unfriendly expression.
Shen Qingqiu recalled that, according to rumors in the martial arts world, not long after he faked his death, Luo Binghe brought Mu Qingfang back to Huanhua Palace and forced him to 'cure' his illness. He knew that this must be that part of the story.
A dark shadow silently swept past him, and Luo Binghe's voice rang out: "Mr. Mu."
This 'Luo Binghe' did not see Shen Qingqiu's image in his eyes, was completely unaware of his existence, and was not the real person, but merely a memory.
Shen Qingqiu was slightly puzzled. Could it be that he had drifted into the dream realm, which even his true self couldn't control?
Luo Binghe's address and attitude were undeniably respectful. Mu Qingfang said, "You address me as Mr. Mu. Does this mean you acknowledge that you belong to the Cangqiong Mountain sect, or not?"
Luo Binghe said, "Does it matter whether we admit it or not?"
Mu Qingfang said, "If you don't admit it, why do you still call Senior Brother Shen 'Master' in your words? If you do admit it, you should call me 'Uncle-Master,' so why did you injure the disciples of Cangqiong Mountain and kidnap me here?"
Luo Binghe said, "I invited Mr. Mu here so that he could see my master."
Mu Qingfang sneered, "Senior Brother Shen has already self-destructed and died in front of everyone in Huayue City. His spiritual power has dissipated, and now I'm afraid even his body has already rotted and decayed. I, Mu, have no way to bring him back to life."
After a series of questions and answers, Shen Qingqiu broke out in a cold sweat.
Mu Qingfang wasn't the kind of person like Qi Qingqi or Liu Qingge, who couldn't tolerate the slightest imperfection and was quick to anger, but his response at this moment wasn't exactly pleasant either. Although he knew he would be fine, he still couldn't help but worry for Mu Qingfang, fearing that he might anger Luo Binghe and suffer unnecessary hardship.
Fortunately, Luo Binghe remained unmoved and coldly said, "Please let Mr. Mu take a look."
Forced by others, Mu Qingfang had no choice but to be escorted to the Illusion Flower Pavilion by a group of yellow-robed disciples.
The air inside the Illusion Flower Pavilion was chilly. The two stepped onto the threshold one after the other, and the door immediately slammed shut. Shen Qingqiu rushed in after them.
Luo Binghe tied up the gauze curtain hanging from the meditation platform. Mu Qingfang bent down to look, and Shen Qingqiu also wanted to go and take a look, but Mu Qingfang almost immediately straightened up, put the gauze curtain down, blocking Shen Qingqiu's view, and her face twisted slightly.
Mu Qingfang asked, "What method did you use to preserve his body?"
Luo Binghe said casually, "Mr. Mu is the peak master of Qiancao Peak. You know better than I how to preserve a physical body without damaging it."
After a long pause, Mu Qingfang's previously uncooperative attitude finally crumbled, and she said, "Forcibly infusing spiritual energy into Senior Brother Shen's corpse every day serves no purpose other than barely preventing his body from decaying and consuming a huge amount of spiritual energy. Moreover, if you stop even for one day, all your efforts will be in vain. Forgive my bluntness, but Senior Brother Shen is already..."
Luo Binghe interrupted him, saying, "Qiancao Peak's medical skills are unparalleled in the world, and Mr. Mu is the master of a peak. I believe you must have a solution."
Mu Qingfang said, "There's no way."
Such stubbornness finally exhausted Luo Binghe's already dwindling patience. He sneered, "If you can't find a way, then find one. Until you do, Mr. Mu, you won't be returning to Cang Qiong Mountain!"
With a sudden flick of his sleeve, the doors of the Illusion Flower Pavilion were flung open to both sides. Mu Qingfang was startled and was thrown out. Immediately, a group of yellow-robed disciples who had been waiting for a long time rushed up and restrained him, and the doors closed shut.
A gust of cold wind swept through, causing the candlelight inside the pavilion to flicker and dim.
Suddenly, Luo Binghe called out to him, "Master."
Shen Qingqiu was startled at first.
He thought that the Luo Binghe from his memory had seen him. However, he soon realized that Luo Binghe was just calling out. He hadn't expected anyone to answer him at all.
Luo Binghe stood at the door for a while before slowly walking to Shen Qingqiu's side, sitting down by the altar, tying the gauze curtain back up, and then staring blankly at the corpse's face.
He stood there in a daze for a long time. Shen Qingqiu, bored out of his mind, shifted his weight from one leg to the other, and eventually leaned over the bed. Luo Binghe stared at the corpse's face, and the corpse stared back at Luo Binghe's face. As he stared, Luo Binghe reached out a hand and gently loosened the corpse's clothing.
Shen Qingqiu twisted her leg while squatting.
Phrases like "the scene is too beautiful to look at" are not really appropriate for this moment, because Shen Qingqiu's corpse on the meditation platform... is really not a pretty sight.
From the neck down, the landscape was a tapestry of vibrant colors and lush greenery, covered in livid mortis.
Luo Binghe took off his outer robe and hugged the corpse tightly to his chest like a large doll. If others saw this, they would inevitably be terrified, or conjure up some unpleasant words and feel disgusted. But in reality, he was just holding it and did nothing out of line.
Luo Binghe rested his chin on Shen Qingqiu's dark hair, one hand gently stroking the curve of his back while simultaneously channeling a large amount of spiritual energy. The bluish-purple lividity gradually faded, and his skin returned to its pale and smooth state.
This posture and movement gently touched a chord in Shen Qingqiu's heart.
He remembered that he seemed to have made the same gesture to Luo Binghe.
That was one night not long after Luo Binghe moved into the bamboo house.
It was winter night. A cold wind howled around the forests of Qingjing Peak, causing thousands of bamboo leaves to rustle and ripple.
Shen Qingqiu lay on his side on the long couch, not asleep, but resting with his eyes closed. As he rested, a slight, restrained creaking sound came from another small space behind the screen. It seemed that the person inside was also tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Before long, the tossing and turning stopped abruptly. Someone quietly got out of bed, lifted the curtain, and left the bamboo hut.
What is Luo Binghe doing sneaking out in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?
Shen Qingqiu had no recollection of Luo Binghe having any extraordinary encounters during this period of the story that required him to sneak out in the middle of the night. Out of curiosity, he also got up.
His cultivation level was not at the same level as Luo Binghe's, and his movement was both light and fast. Therefore, when he circled around behind Luo Binghe, the other party was completely unaware.
Luo Binghe didn't wander far, nor did he go to any shady or mysterious places to seek adventure. He simply sat on a small stool at the back of the courtyard. He had already taken off his shirt, neatly folded it, and placed it on his left lap. He poured something into his left palm with his right hand and then rubbed it on his body. As he finished rubbing and massaging, he made a soft inhalation sound.
Under the moonlight, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was neither thin nor strong, his body covered with bruises, and the night breeze carried a faint scent of medicine and wine.
Shen Qingqiu spoke up: "Luo Binghe."
The person called was startled and jumped up from the stool, causing the neatly folded clothes to fall to the ground. Luo Binghe exclaimed in astonishment, "Master! Why are you awake?"
Shen Qingqiu stepped forward: "Your teacher is not asleep."
Luo Binghe said, "Did I wake Master? I'm sorry! I didn't want to disturb Master's rest, so I came out, but I didn't expect that..."
The child was afraid that her tossing and turning would wake him, so she came out in the middle of the night to apply the medicated wine. She must have been in so much pain that she couldn't bear it anymore.
Shen Qingqiu asked, "How did you get these injuries?"
Luo Binghe said, "It's nothing! I just suffered some injuries because I haven't been cultivating properly lately."
Shen Qingqiu examined his injuries closely: "The people from Hundred Battles Peak are challenging you again, aren't they?"
Luo Binghe didn't want to lie, but he also didn't want to lie to him. Shen Qingqiu, seeing his silent demeanor, grew increasingly angry and asked, "What have I ever taught you?"
Luo Binghe said, "If you can't beat them, run away."
Shen Qingqiu: "Did you do it?"
“But…?” Luo Binghe said, “But if we do that, wouldn’t I be bringing great shame to Qingjing Peak?”
Shen Qingqiu said, "If you don't like someone, you just beat them up. What's the difference between Hundred Battles Peak and the hooligans and bullies down the mountain? If we were to get serious about it, would it be Qingjing Peak or Hundred Battles Peak that loses face? I'll go find Liu Qingge right now. Out of 365 days a year, if he could just spare one day to discipline those juniors, they wouldn't be so lawless."
Luo Binghe hurriedly grabbed him: "Master, you mustn't! If you and Uncle Liu quarrel again because of me, then I... then I..." He couldn't stop him and his leg limped. Seeing Shen Qingqiu stop, he quickly said, "Besides, it wasn't entirely the junior brothers from Hundred Battles Peak who did it. I fell and fought more when I was cultivating, which is why I ended up in such a mess."
Seeing his anxiety, Shen Qingqiu softened his tone and said, "Cultivation must be done step by step, following the natural flow. How can you force it? If you try to force it and damage your foundation, wouldn't you regret it for the rest of your life?"
One day he'll have to figure out a way to deal with those violent elements at Hundred Battles Peak, and use Liu Qingge to teach them a lesson, making them dare not speak out against their anger.
How dare someone ranked seventh in seniority provoke someone ranked second? Don't they respect seniority? Can we tolerate this?
Luo Binghe nodded in agreement. Shen Qingqiu said, "Let's go in."
Luo Binghe waved his hands repeatedly: "No. I'll stay outside. Going in will disturb Master's rest."
Shen Qingqiu beckoned with his finger, and the clothes on the ground flew into his hands. He unfolded them and casually draped them over Luo Binghe's shoulders: "What's there to rest for? Now that your master has seen you, how can I let you stand outside alone in the cold wind late at night?"
The two returned to the bamboo hut. Luo Binghe wanted to go back to his own bed, but Shen Qingqiu took the medicinal wine from his hand and gestured for him to come to the couch in the inner room.
Luo Binghe was stunned as he was pulled over. It wasn't until Shen Qingqiu began to untie the belt he had just tied that he suddenly blushed, tightened his collar, and backed away repeatedly, saying, "Shizun, what are you doing?!"
Shen Qingqiu shook the small bottle in his hand: "I'll apply the medicine and massage away the bruising."
Luo Binghe shivered: "Just apply it all over!"
He was determined to get it back. Luo Binghe usually had a submissive, gentle, and calm demeanor. This was the first time Shen Qingqiu had seen him blush so deeply that his ears were practically bleeding. She found it amusing, thinking that he was probably just getting older and felt ashamed of being beaten, and even more ashamed of having to have the teacher help him apply medicine after being beaten. She chuckled inwardly, but kept a straight face and scolded him, "Nonsense. Qiancao Peak always sends a fixed amount of medicinal wine each time. How can you waste it like this?"
"I...I..."
Luo Binghe stopped talking about being a 'disciple' and his eyes were watery. He clutched his clothes to protect his chest, looking completely lost. Shen Qingqiu held his shoulders and made him turn around. She quickly pulled off his shirt and applied the liquid from the small bottle to the wounds on his back.
Caught off guard, Luo Binghe let out a small "ow".
Shen Qingqiu immediately softened his grip and said, "Was I too rough?"
He shook his head frantically. Shen Qingqiu said, "Then what's your name? A real man shouldn't be able to endure such a small pain."
Luo Binghe's voice was barely audible: "No, it's not pain..."
Relieved, Shen Qingqiu massaged the area for a while, then tried to slowly release spiritual energy from his palm. Luo Binghe cried out "Ah!" again.
Shen Qingqiu asked in bewilderment, "Why are you making such a fuss? How can you be considered a disciple of Qingjing Peak with such a lack of manners?"
Luo Binghe said in a trembling voice, "I...I...Disciple, disciple will be fine after applying the medicine, please don't waste your spiritual power, Master."
Shen Qingqiu pressed her right palm against his bare back skin and slowly moved it, asking, "Does this feel comfortable?"
"..." Luo Binghe didn't speak, seemingly biting his lip.
As Shen Qingqiu gently and slowly caressed his waist, she wondered to herself: Uncomfortable? Impossible. She remembered these acupoints correctly, right? The spiritual energy should be just right, so why does he seem so uncomfortable? Could it be… that she's just incredibly clumsy?!
He withdrew his hand, and Luo Binghe, his eyes bloodshot, breathed a sigh of relief. But the next moment, he was pulled into a tight embrace.
Shen Qingqiu held him and fell onto the couch.
Luo Binghe's voice sounded like he was about to breathe his last: "...Master, Master!"
Shen Qingqiu didn't take off his inner garment, but they were only separated by a thin layer, their heartbeats colliding. The large contact area in their embrace allowed for a greater exchange of spiritual energy. He said, "Using palm force alone might not be fast enough. Stay like this for a while, and my spiritual meridians will circulate several times, and your injuries will be almost healed. It's more effective than any medicinal wine you apply."
Like a little hedgehog, Luo Binghe struggled in his arms, crying, "Master! Master! I smell like medicinal wine all over me!"
You're not behaving yourself when I treat your injuries!
He gave Luo Binghe a light tap, and Luo Binghe froze into a stiff stick. A stick being roasted over a fire, suffering terribly.
Stick said, "Master... this won't do... you, you put me down..."
Shen Qingqiu said, "Luo Binghe, if you were Yingying, you wouldn't be so coy, and I naturally wouldn't act like this. But you're not a girl, are you afraid I'll eat you up?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Binghe indeed stopped being awkward, but his focus shifted. He asked, "Does Master mean that you... you wouldn't treat Senior Sister Ning like that?"
If it were Ning Yingying who was injured today, Shen Qingqiu wouldn't dare use such a convenient method to heal her, even if he had a hundred lives. He only wished he could point to the heavens and the earth to declare his clear innocence and unwavering loyalty, and resolutely say, "Of course not."
Luo Binghe continued, "Then...if it weren't Senior Sister Ning, but another disciple who was injured, Master, you would...you would be like this too..."
“…” Shen Qingqiu said, “What are you thinking about? Calm down and regulate your breathing.”
The hedgehog in her arms finally calmed down, and Shen Qingqiu contentedly chose the most comfortable position, resting her chin on his head, and freeing one hand to gently stroke along the curve of his back.
After a short while, Shen Qingqiu could barely hold him anymore.
Luo Binghe was so hot it looked like he had just come out of a steamer, and the sweat on his body soaked through Shen Qingqiu's thin undergarment.
Shen Qingqiu was shocked. Could it be that he could cause someone to develop a high fever simply by transferring his spiritual energy?!
He was about to lift Luo Binghe's face to check his complexion when he touched a hand covered in fine, slippery sweat. The body he was holding suddenly struggled violently, like a large, dehydrated white fish, and with a 'thud,' it slipped out of his arms and fell off his bamboo bed.
That wasn't the end of it; next came a series of horrifying crashes and thuds.
He kicked over a stool, knocked over a screen, and, as if possessed, scrambled out of the bamboo hut.
Shen Qingqiu was stunned by his grand display and remained frozen on the couch for a while, then suddenly thawed and jumped off the bed to chase after him: "Luo Binghe?!"
Luo Binghe had already run several feet away, saying as he ran, "Master, I'm sorry!"
Shen Qingqiu was speechless: "What have you apologized for? Come back now!"
The night wind carried his tearful voice from afar: "No! Master, I can't see you now! Don't come over, please don't come over!"
What kind of evil spirit has possessed me?!
Logically speaking, Shen Qingqiu's cultivation level was more than one level higher than his, and his speed should definitely be faster. However, Luo Binghe, whether due to an adrenaline rush or something else, managed to keep up with him.
The two ran along the road, shouting at each other, and in no time, the entire Qingjing Peak was alerted. Lights lit up in twos and threes everywhere, and a group of disciples rushed over with lanterns in hand: "Who is shouting and disturbing the tranquility of Qingjing Peak in the middle of the night?"
"The voice sounds like my master!"
"Nonsense! How could Master do something so improper..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Qingqiu swept past the group of disciples like a gust of wind, his face expressionless. Instantly, silence fell over the room.
Shen Qingqiu was worried that Luo Binghe might run off recklessly and lose his way, so he shouted, "Mingfan! Stop him! Stop Luo Binghe!"
He exclaimed with elation, “Master! Your disciple is here to help you! Capture this brat and teach him a lesson! Come on, junior brothers, charge!”
With a splash, water sprayed everywhere. Luo Binghe had actually thrown himself into the tranquil pond on Qingjing Peak.
The fall seemed to wake him up. Luo Binghe, completely submerged in cold water, finally stopped moving.
Shen Qingqiu asked, "Has it quieted down?"
Luo Binghe lowered his head deeply, raising both hands to cover his face. Ming Fan, on the other hand, was moved to tears.
Luo Binghe, shivering from the cold water, looked like he'd been thoroughly beaten; his master stood opposite him, arms crossed, sneering coldly. Ah, what a familiar scene; ah, what a nostalgic sight!
A group of disciples whispered among themselves around Luo Binghe, who was silently sitting in the pond with his face hidden. Ning Yingying, being a young lady, always took her time getting dressed and combing her hair, and arrived late. Upon seeing this scene, she exclaimed, "A-Luo! You... why are you sitting in the pond? Who bullied you again? Master, what happened?"
"..." Shen Qingqiu said coldly, "I also want to know who it is and what happened."
Luo Binghe covered his face and shook his head, saying, "Nobody. Nothing happened."
Shen Qingqiu stood by the pool for a while, then suddenly sighed, "Come on up. What are you still doing sitting in there?"
Luo Binghe continued to shake his head: "No, Master, I'll stay here. Just let me stay for a while..."
It was the dead of winter, and although it hadn't snowed yet, would he die if he were to sit in a cold pool all night?
Shen Qingqiu lifted the hem of his robe, about to wade into the water to pull him out, but Luo Binghe hurriedly said, "Shizun, don't come down! The water is cold and dirty, don't get you wet..."
In a few quick steps, Shen Qingqiu waded through the water to his side, looking at him sternly.
Luo Binghe lowered his head even further, not daring to meet his gaze, and buried himself even deeper in the water.
Shen Qingqiu said, "Do you want me to help you up?"
“…” Luo Binghe said, “Master, I… please let me stay here alone!”
Shen Qingqiu had no choice but to stop him. After a moment, he solemnly addressed the Qingjing Peak disciples watching from the shore: "Get up at 3 AM tomorrow for morning lessons. Anyone who is late will have to copy the documents one hundred times."
It's already past 3 AM, not 3 AM! Copying the case files, and copying them a hundred times!
As soon as these words were spoken, the pond was emptied in no time.
Once Shen Qingqiu confirmed that no one was watching, he turned around, suddenly bent down, and reached out to pat Luo Binghe's back and knees.
Realizing what he was about to do, Luo Binghe hid even more in the water like a big, thrashing white fish: "Master, Master, don't do this, please don't do this!"
Shen Qingqiu got splashed in the face, his clothes were soaked, and he wiped his face with his sleeve, saying, "Haven't you caused enough trouble tonight?"
Seeing that Luo Binghe dared not move, he used a little force to pick Luo Binghe up.
It was a little heavy. He thought to himself, then picked up Luo Binghe and walked back to the bamboo hut.
Halfway there, Luo Binghe said painfully in his arms, "Master, I... I think I'll go back to the woodshed."
"Luo Binghe!"
Shen Qingqiu said sternly, "What's wrong with you tonight? Why are you making such excuses and running away? If others don't know what's going on, they might think that your teacher has done something heinous to you!"
That night, Luo Binghe was utterly humiliated, his image completely ruined.
This is definitely Luo Binghe's dark history!
Shen Qingqiu later recalled that when he teased Luo Binghe about this incident, Luo Binghe didn't even blush. Sure enough, as people grow older, their skin thickens. He retorted, "At that age, I was full of youthful vigor. How could I, Shizun, resist being held in the arms of someone I admired, being hugged and rubbed against? When I realized my feelings, I couldn't control my body's reaction, and I was afraid of being discovered by you. What other way was there but to make a fool of myself?"
Thinking of the genuine shyness that Luo Binghe showed when he said those words, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but laugh.
I laughed and laughed, but then I couldn't laugh anymore.
He dared not think about what Luo Binghe, who was holding him now, was feeling.
This inescapable dream is long and tedious, much like Luo Binghe's life in the Illusionary Flower Palace.
He spent most of his day holed up in the cold, impersonal Illusion Flower Pavilion, bringing in files to process.
Shen Qingqiu rarely saw Luo Binghe seriously working. Most of the time, Luo Binghe's demeanor in front of him was rather off, acting like a lovesick, delusional girl. When he was handling important matters concerning the Demon Clan, Shen Qingqiu would consciously avoid interfering. Occasionally, if he intruded, Luo Binghe would immediately lose interest in his work, abandoning the mountain of documents on his desk to try and win Shen Qingqiu's favor. It was only in this dream that Shen Qingqiu could finally see what Luo Binghe looked like when he was diligently handling official business alone.
Shen Qingqiu, who liked to sit at the table, stared curiously at Luo Binghe's quiet and serious profile. Luo Binghe frowned slightly, reading ten lines at a glance, writing quickly and accurately, his comments concise and economical. In short, he was incredibly serious.
He still maintained his old habit of cooking for him every day. In the morning, there were pretty and delicate snacks; at noon, there were four dishes and a soup; and in the evening, there was a bowl of porridge. The snow-white rice, green scallions, and pale yellow ginger shreds were exactly like the bowl Luo Binghe had made for him the first time. It was served in a snow-white porcelain bowl, and Luo Binghe would personally put it into a food box and take it out after the steam had dissipated.
Despite being ignored, he persisted in following the usual practices of Qingjing Peak. It was as if he was waiting for Shen Qingqiu to suddenly wake up, open his eyes, and be ready to be used immediately without any waiting.
Sometimes Luo Binghe would leave for most of the day, mostly because there was trouble on the demon side that others couldn't handle and he had to deal with it personally.
He almost never gets injured, but one day he was bruised.
Luo Binghe first walked in, then immediately remembered something, took several steps back, took off his blood-stained outer robe, and burned it clean with a little force. After confirming that there was no more blood on his body, he slowly approached the meditation platform.
His expression remained unchanged, and he spoke to the corpse as usual: "Master, something happened outside that delayed me. I came back late today, and there's no porridge left."
Naturally, no one answered him, making the situation seem somewhat... comical.
Shen Qingqiu was both amused and exasperated, and felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She replied, "If there isn't one, then there isn't one."
These days, he's made it a habit to talk to himself. Across time and space, you can't hear me, and I can't touch you, but still... I hope for some response.
Luo Binghe stood quietly for a while, then said, "Never mind."
He turned and went out, but after a while, he came back in carrying a bowl of steaming porridge. He placed it on the table and began to slowly untie his belt as he said, "Liu Qingge rescued Mu Qingfang."
Shen Qingqiu hummed in agreement.
Luo Binghe continued, "So what if they've been rescued? Anyway, all Mu Qingfang can say is 'there's nothing we can do,' which is of no use."
Shen Qingqiu said, "How can you speak so ill of your martial uncle?"
Luo Binghe took off his outer robe, revealing a wound on his chest that was slowly healing itself. Shen Qingqiu recognized it at a glance as a burn mark from Liu Qingge's sword energy. Beneath this new wound, an old wound stubbornly resisted, refusing to fade.
Luo Binghe lay down, rolled over, and snuggled the body into his arms, saying, "In the past, when disciples from Hundred Battles Peak came to me for fights, Master would always find a way to retaliate. When will Master take revenge on Liu Qingge herself?"
Shen Qingqiu sat on the edge of the stage and said, "There's nothing I can do, we can't beat them."
Luo Binghe said, "Master."
Shen Qingqiu replied, "Mm."
Luo Binghe: "Master, I can't hold on much longer."
"..."
Luo Binghe smiled and said, "...Really. Master. If you don't wake up soon, I... won't be able to hold on much longer."
But Shen Qingqiu knew that he would persevere.
He would hold this cold, lifeless corpse in his arms for nearly two thousand years, enduring such days and nights.
A dull, aching pain exploded in his chest. Shen Qingqiu saw a hand reach out, futilely trying to touch Luo Binghe's pale face. He saw the hand trembling slightly, yet unable to touch anything, and suddenly realized with a start that it was his own hand.
"Master, Master?"
In a daze, Shen Qingqiu felt someone help him sit up by the shoulder. He opened his eyes hazily and saw Luo Binghe's face close to his, staring at him with concern and anxiety: "Shizun, what's wrong?"
Shen Qingqiu, still deep in thought, stared blankly at him.
Seeing this, Luo Binghe became even more uneasy. He had reached a critical point in his cultivation today, and had sealed his divine sense in the evening, leaving him no time to control his dreams. He hadn't slept well and woke up in the middle of the night to find Shen Qingqiu beside him with furrowed brows and cold sweat on his forehead. He knew something was wrong; he must have failed to fully control his power, causing his master to fall into a nightmare.
Fearing that Shen Qingqiu might have had some terrible dream, he pressed, "Master, what did you dream about? Were you injured?"
"I……"
Having lingered too long in that dream, Shen Qingqiu was still not back to reality. Looking at Luo Binghe's face, which seemed both real and unreal, her vision blurred and cleared at times, and she didn't know what to say.
Luo Binghe became even more anxious and raised his voice: "Master! Say something!"
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her. Shen Qingqiu blinked, pulled his face down, and kissed him.
Luo Binghe: "..."
Although he didn't know what was going on, Luo Binghe was delighted by the sudden kiss, and his eyes widened. After a moment, he pressed down on Shen Qingqiu's neck and deepened the kiss.
Shen Qingqiu didn't stop there. With a few rustling sounds, she had already loosened Luo Binghe's belt, grabbed his hand, and reached into her open collar, following the taut lines of her abdomen, leading him all the way to his passionately pounding heart.
Luo Binghe was almost flattered and dared not be too impulsive or hasty, so he became cautious in his actions.
However, before he could react, Shen Qingqiu had already flipped him over and pinned him down, roughly tearing open his undergarment.
Luo Binghe's breathing was slightly unsteady. She held onto the medicine, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, and stammered, "Master... what's wrong with you tonight?"
Shen Qingqiu leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Tonight I feel... I especially like you."
Luo Binghe froze instantly from head to toe.
He suddenly stood up and trapped Shen Qingqiu between his arms.
Taking a deep breath, Luo Binghe said, "Master, I... may not be able to be gentle."
Hearing his forced composure, Shen Qingqiu laughed: "It's as if you think I won't feel pain if you're gentle."
Before Luo Binghe could reveal his next expression, Shen Qingqiu had already stretched out his hands.
"It tastes sweet as honey."
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