Chapter 42: I'm almost losing face after leaving the prison
The Tiandu Sect's retreat caves are carved on the edge of a series of cliffs. Several caves of different sizes face the valley to the north and are backed by high peaks. Wherever the wind blows, the sound of the wind is clear and quiet.
The moment Qi Qing stepped out of the cave, he was almost choked by the mountain wind blowing in his face and started coughing violently.
He looked up and saw a few sparse stars in the night sky, and suddenly he felt like he was in another world.
Two years.
For two whole years, God knows how he got through it!
Staying in the cave of more than ten square meters every day, apart from practicing and daydreaming, he almost forgot what the wind outside smelled like.
If it weren't for the barrage of comments, I would have probably given up and left long ago.
It turned out that it was not so easy to get the Dean's good skin, so he had better take advantage of this opportunity to think of another way.
Qi Qing stood at the entrance of the cave, stretched his body vigorously, and his joints made a few crisp crackling sounds.
No one knew who designed these shabby caves. They were so small that he couldn't even turn around. He could only meditate on the bed, and they almost drove him crazy.
After stretching his muscles, Qi Qing walked towards the path between the cliffs. He turned his head inadvertently and found a dark shadow standing outside his cave.
He moved closer to look suspiciously, and when he saw it clearly, his whole face turned green.
——Who put the ugly sign at his door?
Although it was dark at night and he couldn't see clearly, he was definitely not wrong.
This sign is unique and ugly - and there is even more than one!
He watched helplessly as seven or eight "brothers and sisters" who appeared out of nowhere stood next to this thing. They were of different heights, and were lined up in a friendly manner from short to tall, making the quiet entrance of the cave extremely lively.
Qi Qing looked all the way over, veins throbbing on his forehead.
What’s the difference between this and his enemies visiting his grave?
It's obvious who designed these signboards - only Yue Ji could make them so ugly yet so recognizable. His aesthetic level hasn't improved at all in the past two years.
Qi Qing choked in his throat and patrolled left and right with a dark face.
The entrances to other caves were all clean, only his cave had these signboards at the entrance.
It's so embarrassing. He doesn't want to admit that Yue Ji is his apprentice.
He bit his back teeth lightly, thought for a moment, then lifted up the largest signboard and carefully moved it to the bushes on the side of the cave. He then repeated the same process and stacked them one by one.
Although the half-man-high grass was not dense, it at least covered up the family's shame.
"You bastard."
Qi Qing rolled down his sleeves, muttered something, and prepared to come back to settle the score.
When he turned around, his mood became bright again and he hummed a little tune as he set out on the path out of the mountain.
…
Listen to Songya.
A cold moon hangs high in the sky, and its light pours down, thinly covering the pine waves that stretch for thousands of miles.
The young man in black sat cross-legged in front of the stone steps halfway up the mountain, practicing with his eyes closed. He didn't know how many cycles he had gone through when he suddenly noticed that the aura left somewhere was disturbed.
He opened his eyes instantly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he lightly hooked his fingers, and a wisp of black air wrapped around his knuckles.
As if he knew something, the golden light flowing around the young man gradually faded away. He was a little surprised at first, then raised his eyebrows and revealed a meaningful smile.
…
The barrier of the valley rippled and an ordinary-looking man emerged.
The man first looked around furtively, and after confirming that there was no one outside, his shoulders visibly relaxed and he walked out with a swagger.
After taking two steps, a sound of breaking air was heard.
“Swish!”
A long sword suddenly appeared in front of him.
Qi Qing was shocked. With his level of cultivation, he didn't even sense that there was anyone nearby!
He turned his head and saw that the owner of the sword was dressed in black, with his long hair tied in a low bun at the back of his head. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and was taller than him. He was leaning silently against the stone wall.
Seeing him stop, the other party slowly withdrew his hand.
The figure looked strangely familiar, but Qi Qing couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
Until that person turned around and showed a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
He has superior bone structure, high and deep brow bones, a nose like a hanging gall bladder, and sharp and straight lines. When he purses his lips and keeps silent, he gives people a sense of unintentional coldness.
But this person also has a good appearance, with flying sideburns and eyes as black as ink, just like a person in a painting painted in ink.
——If, Qi Qing meant if.
It would be better if it wasn’t Yue Ji.
The young man's heart tightened and he froze in place.
"Master has come out of retreat?" the visitor asked quietly, "Why didn't you inform your disciple in advance?"
What you fear will come true.
Qi Qing felt a chill on his back, and he suppressed his stiffness, and said with a wry smile: "Did this Taoist friend recognize the wrong person?"
Fortunately, I disguised myself before leaving the barrier, otherwise I would have been exposed on the spot... How embarrassing the scene would have been.
Yue Ji still had that fake smile on his face. He stood up, turned his wrist, and the unsheathed sword turned a beautiful arc in his palm, and he put it behind his back.
He tilted his head, his tone becoming lighter: "After two years of not seeing you, Master still likes to lie to me."
"When did I lie to you?" Qi Qing blurted out, then realized that he had said something wrong, and coughed to save himself, "I... I mean, when did your master lie to you?"
His tone was calm, but he was extremely shocked inside.
——In just two years, apart from other things, how come Yue Ji is taller than him? What did Senior Brother feed him? Magic pills? Or feed?
Yue Ji looked at him quietly, but smiled without saying anything. Qi Qing then realized that he had a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes.
Those wet black eyes that always contained coquettishness and grievance in his youth have now lost all their softness, and the corners of his eyes are as swift as the light of a sword drawn from its sheath, clear and sharp.
The two of them stared at each other in a stalemate for a while. Qi Qing finally couldn't stand the embarrassment and was the first to look away.
It's strange. He could speak in a nice and friendly manner before the retreat, but now he feels guilty?
After not seeing each other for two years, I don’t know how to get along with each other.
He wanted to say something to ease the embarrassment, but Yue Ji suddenly took a step closer, his tone so calm it was almost dangerous: "Master, I'm sorry."
Qi Qing's head buzzed and he suddenly felt something was wrong.
The last time he heard this sentence was when Yue Ji forced him to carry him up the mountain.
His premonition turned out to be correct. The next second after Yue Ji finished saying this, the world in front of his eyes suddenly spun dizzily.
——Yue Ji actually carried him directly on his shoulders.
Qi Qing was stunned for a moment, and his mind was just as broken as it was back then.
"Yue! Ji!" He didn't bother to pretend anymore, put his hands on Yue Ji's shoulders and shouted angrily: "What are you doing! Put me down!"
Yue Ji paused and asked, "Master, do you recognize me now?"
"…I recognize it! Is it okay if you recognize it?" Qi Qing's face turned red with embarrassment. He lowered his head and finally stopped. He admitted his bad luck and said, "Put me down first."
"What are you afraid of?"
Yue Ji sneered, but instead of letting go, he deliberately weighed it: "It's late at night, no one will see us. Or is Master feeling guilty?"
"Is this a question of whether there are people or not?" Qi Qing felt that his dignity was at risk, and his tone immediately became stern: "Traitor, let go!"
Yue Ji didn't care about his embarrassment at all, and seemed to want to carry him all the way back.
How could Qi Qing let him succeed?
Most of his face had been humiliated by the sign, and now he was being carried back, and the face that was not completely humiliated would be humiliated again.
He struggled to twist a few times, and suddenly jumped off Yue Ji's shoulder. After landing, he said angrily: "Is this how your uncle taught you to respect your teachers?"
Yue Ji calmly straightened the messy wrinkles on his shoulders and looked at him, with a subtle look in his eyes: "Of course, my uncle didn't teach me. After all... this should have been taught to me by my master himself."
Put the blame on someone else!
Qi Qing snorted coldly. Seeing him approaching, he immediately distanced himself from him: "What do you want to do now?"
Yue Ji suddenly raised his hand, clasped his shoulder with one hand, and gently touched the side of his face with his other hand -
"Okay." He took a half step back, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and said with a smile: "Master, I think it looks better this way."
Qi Qing touched his face and found that his disguise had indeed been removed. He glared at him but was secretly shocked.
He had made some progress in the past two years. His cultivation speed was even faster than when he first came to this world, and he was only one step away from the Spiritual Transformation Stage. But Yue Ji was able to remove his disguise in just one encounter, so his cultivation was probably faster than his.
It was a bad idea.
Long Aotian is Long Aotian after all, and Qi Qing regretted leaving the confinement so hastily.
If he had known this would happen, he should have endured it for ten years, even till the end of his sentence!
If he showed up today with Dean Zhang's face, Yue Ji would definitely not dare to be so presumptuous.
As if he could see what he was thinking, Yue Ji turned around and said, "Let's go, Master, let's go back to the courtyard first."
He seemed certain that Qi Qing would never return to the cave after coming out of retreat, and his steps were extremely calm.
Qi Qing followed for a few steps holding his breath, and the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became.
How can a master follow his disciple around?
He put his fingers together and a sword of ice suddenly appeared. The young man jumped into the air and stepped on the sword.
Qi Qing flew past Yue Ji on his sword and headed straight towards the courtyard.
There was a sudden sound of wind behind him, and Yue Ji followed closely behind him, his clothes fluttering, and he seemed to be on par with him.
The two swords fell outside the courtyard almost at the same time. Qi Qing put away the ice sword and swept his eyes across the courtyard in front of him. He found that everything here seemed to have changed, and yet nothing had changed.
The flowers that he had raised carelessly before his retreat were now well taken care of. The light pink and deep red flowers were in full bloom, with flower buds as big as bowls hanging heavily. The ivy and trumpet creepers that came from nowhere were intertwined together, making the courtyard full of vitality.
There are a few new lanterns under the eaves, with lively shapes and simple and elegant colors. Looking at the style, it seems that it was only used at the Thousand Lantern Festival two years ago.
A cold breeze blew across the courtyard in the middle of the night. Yue Ji stepped forward and opened the door for him.
Stepping into the inner room, Qi Qing saw that everything in the room was the same as before. It was still the same as when he left.
Yue Ji did not secretly move the bed back.
He was somewhat surprised, but still satisfied.
Good, finally something obedient.
"You've taken good care of the yard over the past two years. Thank you for your hard work." Qi Qing nodded, his tone filled with approval.
Yue Ji leaned against the door with his arms folded. Hearing this, the corners of his lips curled slightly: "How is Master going to reward me?"
Qi Qing choked. He was just talking, but this guy really took advantage of the situation to climb up.
He turned around and pretended to make the bed. While spreading the bedding, he ordered him to leave: "Master, please think about it. It's too late now. Go back and rest first. We'll talk tomorrow."
There was no movement behind him.
A gaze as if real was branded on his back, making the back of his neck feel hot.
He hastily shook off the new quilt and nonchalantly chased him away: "Are you still not leaving?"
He was responded by the sound of approaching footsteps.
Before Qi Qing could turn around, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind.
Yue Ji rested his chin on his shoulder, his previous nonchalant look completely gone, replaced by a deep sigh.
He spoke softly in a low voice:
"Master...it's been two years. I really miss you."
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