Chapter 51: Comforting Him Soon Dissatisfied
Qi Qing half supported and half hugged Yue Ji back to the shore.
The person in his arms felt very hot, as if he had a fever. His arms, which should have been weak, were throbbing with veins as they tightly gripped Qi Qing with such force that he felt as if his shoulder blades were going to be crushed.
"Focus your mind and guard your heart."
Qi Qing grabbed his wrist, transferred spiritual power into him, and looked for a suitable flat place on the mountain road.
Yue Ji lowered his head on Qi Qing's shoulder and made a few vague mumblings from his throat. Qi Qing couldn't hear clearly, but vaguely made out words like "mirage", "blood", and "cold water".
The city lord wanted to chase after her, but was stopped by Miao Zheng. He looked at her suspiciously, but Miao Zheng just shook her head without saying a word.
The mountain path was bumpy and full of gravel and weeds. Qi Qing spent a long time to lead Yue Ji to a hidden cave away from the wind. The drooping vines were like a natural curtain, blocking the view outside.
He quickly set up the formation, then put Yue Ji down, sat cross-legged, and practiced as usual, placing his palms on his back and slowly transferring spiritual power into him.
Yue Ji's tense back moved with his breathing, his muscle outlines were very clear, and he pressed firmly against Qi Qing's palm.
Qi Qing's palm seemed to be scalded, his fingertips curled up, and he almost retracted his hand subconsciously.
He quickly collected his thoughts and concentrated on combing Yue Ji's meridians.
However, once his spiritual power entered Yue Ji's meridians, it was like a stone sinking into the sea. It was swallowed up without even a ripple, and even pestered him for more.
After spending some time like this, Qi Qing's spiritual energy began to run out. He gently adjusted his breathing, withdrew his hand and planned to check on Yue Ji's condition, but he was suddenly met with a pair of red eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.
The person in front of him was still the same person. He opened his eyes at some point and turned back to stare at him quietly.
In the dark cave, it was really scary to suddenly see the beast-like eyes.
Qi Qing calmed himself down before asking, "How do you feel now? Are you feeling better?"
Yue Ji said hoarsely: "...Uncomfortable."
He closed his eyes, and with a heavy nasal voice, he stretched out his hand to Qi Qing: "I want Master... Master, hold me, and I won't feel uncomfortable."
His eyes were wet, having been red before, and now they looked a little tearful and extremely fragile.
Qi Qing didn't know how many years it had been since he had seen him cry like this. He wanted to harden his heart and let go, but he was afraid that he would be in great pain. He struggled fiercely in his mind for a long time, and finally sighed and took the initiative to open his arms: "Come here, Master will hold you."
The cave was low and he couldn't stand up straight. Yue Ji almost half crawled and half knelt to get over, groaning in pain, and his hot body squeezed into Qi Qing's arms without saying a word.
He hugged Qi Qing from under the arms, pressed his upper body on Qi Qing, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.
Qi Qing felt his neck and clothes were wet by those tearful eyes, and his disordered breathing burned his skin. He patted Yue Ji's back gently and asked softly, "Where do you feel uncomfortable? The spiritual power I gave you just now didn't relieve your pain at all?"
"It's me...myself, woo..."
Yue Ji said something vaguely and kept rubbing Qi Qing's neck, as if only the contact of skin could provide relief.
But he soon became dissatisfied, because he began to become restless again, his eyelashes were still wet, and the tip of his nose had rubbed against Qi Qing's collar.
The hot breath penetrated into his collar, causing Qi Qing to tremble all over. He wanted to dodge but was concerned about Yue Ji's condition, so he had to crash into the stone wall, causing a dull pain in the back of his shoulder.
Qi Qing groaned and tried to pull his arm: "What are you doing! Are you going to crush me to death?"
I don’t know what kind of food my senior brother has fed Yue Ji in the past two years. He doesn’t seem to notice it when he looks at you on a normal day, but he is so heavy when he is pressed down on me.
Yue Ji's whole body was hot, his cheeks were hot, his palms were hot, and his body under his clothes was even hotter. He could feel the heat even through his clothes, and he kept leaning deep into his arms.
【Turn up the brightness for a surprise. 】
[Wait, wait a minute, is it in the cave? Isn't that a bit too sloppy! ]
[…Can this be broadcast? ]
[No, it's not a conflict of spiritual roots on his body, he must have two sets of cultivation systems, otherwise even if the yin and yang were reversed, he would have recovered by now.]
[Host, host, I found out! The Mirage Clan Secret Realm is not targeting——]
【System: Warning. 】
[System: Sensitive content is detected in the current live broadcast, and the system has forced the broadcast to stop. ]
The next second, the live broadcast screen went black and all the comments disappeared.
Yue Ji pushed Qi Qing to the ground, bit open his shirt, and hooked his fingers. Without the restraint of the laces, the shirt opened with a tug.
"Yue Ji!"
Qi Qing shuddered, hurriedly pulled tight the torn clothes, and tried to stand up with his elbows on the ground: "Are you crazy? What do you think you are doing?!"
Before he could finish his words, Yue Ji suppressed them again.
Yue Ji's calf was originally stuck between his legs, but now it moved to his waist. He stared at him straight, with gold surging in his eyes and red lines appearing under his eyes that had never been there before. He looked incredibly evil.
He narrowed his eyes, muttered something incoherently, lowered his head again, and rubbed Qi Qing's face with his nose.
Yue Ji was like a puppy. Qi Qing turned his head away to avoid him, but he insisted on following the young man's warm cheek, sniffing it, and then licking it with his tongue.
The young man had a soft, warm fragrance from his body temperature, and he liked it very much. His tongue rubbed across his jawline wetly, and he licked and bit the neck of the man under him, which rose and fell with his breathing.
The rough gravel ground rubbed his back painfully. Qi Qing couldn't avoid it. Er Gen didn't know whether he was angry or embarrassed. He freed his hands and wanted to beat him up: "... Bastard! Get up!"
Before the spiritual power in his hand could condense into shape, he felt a sudden pain in his shoulder.
Qi Qing took a breath and looked over his shoulder: "Dog! East! West!"
Yue Ji actually bit down, his teeth marks sunk deeply into the flesh, and the red lines under his eyes became brighter.
He said vaguely: "Master, Master..."
"Hiss—let go!"
Qi Qing felt pain and tried to pry open his jaw. His fingers pressed against Yue Ji's sharp canine teeth, leaving a dent as well.
A faint smell of blood spread, mixed with hot breath. Yue Ji relaxed his strength, as if he suddenly realized that it was wrong to do so.
He opened his mouth, but licked the bite mark foolishly, and then was slapped in the face by Qi Qing.
"Get lost!"
Qi Qing pushed his head away fiercely and sat up in dishevel.
The young man was so angry that his eyes turned red, his sweaty hair stuck to his cheeks and neck, he leaned against the wall and gasped, his chin and collarbone were covered with red marks.
Yue Ji finally came to his senses.
He stared at the young man, his eyes fixed on the traces he had created.
Qi Qing's skin was extremely white and as warm as jade. One could tell at a glance that it felt warm and soft to the touch. When marks were left behind, they looked even more gorgeous, and the red was shocking.
Like a painting.
Seeing that he was still looking, Qi Qing's fingers trembled as he held the collar of his clothes tightly, and he said angrily: "What? You were dying just now? How can you be alive now? Can your brain think again?"
Yue Ji's eyes moved, and the red lines under his eyes slowly disappeared. He glanced at Qi Qing in panic, at a loss, like a child who had done something wrong.
"You're still pretending to be aggrieved? What do you have to be aggrieved about?"
Qi Qing was so angry that he wanted to grab his ears and scold him: "You said you were uncomfortable, and your master gave you spiritual power and combed your meridians. I was so nervous, and this is how you repay me?!"
"I treat you as my disciple, but what do you think I am? You shameless thing, you gnaw whatever you want, you bite whatever you want, is this your filial piety?"
"You are really rebellious!"
Yue Ji pursed his lips and lowered his head, listening in silence. His obedient appearance was completely different from before, which made Qi Qing even more angry.
The young man stood up and said coldly without thinking: "Since you think I can't control you, I will send you back to Qianyuan Palace after I leave the secret realm!"
"I'm not going back!" Yue Ji's face turned pale and he immediately grabbed his leg.
His face was still fragile and he was about to cry. Even though he was so unbridled just now that it made people's teeth itch, he now looked pitiful, "Master... please don't abandon me."
Qi Qing was furious. He broke free from his hand and turned around, saying, "I said send you away, so I'll send you away!"
He walked out of the barrier angrily, but after taking only two steps, his steps suddenly froze in place.
Not far outside the barrier, Mr. Wen and his group had returned at some point, but Miao Zheng and the city lord were not in the group.
He glanced meaningfully at Qi Qingqi's flushed face and messy hair, and said gloatingly, "Young man, what do you think? I told you to leave it to me."
Qi Qing was already irritable, and when he saw him come to laugh at her, he became even more impatient: "My disciples don't need anyone else to worry about them!"
The sky was gloomy just now, and it was even darker now. It seemed that the secret realm was about to fall into night. Qi Qing didn't expect that he and Yue Ji had been delayed in there for so long. He felt angry and embarrassed.
I don’t know what other people are imagining, but it’s hard to clear my mind no matter how I look at it.
Even though he was blocked by his words, Master Wen was not angry. He ordered the disciples of Dan Sect to make a fire and set up camp nearby, as if they were going to spend the night there.
Qi Qing really wanted to avoid this group of people so that out of sight, out of mind. But after taking just two steps, he subconsciously stopped.
——Yue Ji hasn’t come out yet.
He kicked away the gravel at his feet in annoyance. It was obvious that he was extremely angry just now, but at this moment he was still worried about that bastard apprentice.
Yue Ji hasn't fully recovered yet. If he falls into the hands of Wen Lao, who obviously has ill intentions towards him...
For a moment, Qi Qing didn't know whether to leave or stay, and was very upset.
"Zien people?"
The city lord's voice suddenly sounded.
Qi Qing looked up and met the two people in front of him.
Miao Zheng and the city lord seemed to have returned from a patrol, and when they looked at each other, all three of them were stunned.
The city lord immediately strode forward and asked: "You...why is your hair so messy?"
Miao Zheng frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.
Qi Qing tidied himself up quickly and unnaturally, and said, "I'm fine."
There was another sound of footsteps behind me, and this time, I knew who it was without turning around.
"Master."
Yue Ji was calling him softly.
Qi Qing tensed his body and did not turn around.
Miao Zheng moved. She walked past several people, walked to the side of Wen Lao and whispered, "The barrier has been set up. There is no danger around."
After Wen Lao nodded, he walked to Qi Qing again and said softly: "Daoyou Qi, if you don't mind, how about I give you a tent?"
Upon hearing this, the city lord complained, "Your tent is so small. Why not let Qi Enren stay here? My tent can sleep eight people and more! Qi Enren, what do you think?"
Qi Qing naturally had no objection. Frankly speaking, he would be willing to team up with anyone now, but he just didn't want to see Yue Ji.
The two of them were almost in chaos, and whether he wanted to or not, it was not right and appropriate for them to be alone again.
Yue Ji stood there and looked for a while, as if he wanted to reach out to Qi Qing: "Master, I..."
Qi Qing dodged his hand, and their eyes met for a moment before quickly looking away.
Finally, Yue Ji put his hand down, sat alone at the edge of the camp, and lit a lonely campfire.
The night in the mountains came quickly and urgently. The Dan Sect disciples sat around the campfire, eating dry food and talking in low voices, occasionally looking around vigilantly.
Qi Qing got up after not staying for long and went into the tent that Miao Zheng lent him alone.
When the bonfire gradually burned out, the disciples dispersed one after another. The city lord was the last one to stand up. Before leaving, he asked, "Brother Ji, my tent is spacious. Do you want to stay here?"
“No need.” Yue Ji stared at the tightly closed tent in the distance and whispered, “I’ll keep watch for Master.”
The city lord tried to persuade her with no avail, so he had to go into the tent himself.
The night is getting deeper.
Yue Ji fiddled with the embers of the campfire, sporadic flames flickering in his eyes, and a grey figure stood silently behind him.
Without even looking up, he asked calmly, "You insisted on going the same way just to lead me to this Yin-Yang Bridge?"
"Why can't you walk on the Mirage Tribe's bridge?" Old Wen sneered, "Because you are not a pure-blood of the Mirage Tribe, right? It was my negligence two years ago. Fortunately, it is not too late to make amends now."
Yue Ji's hand slowly moved towards the hilt of the sword, but his tone was terrifyingly calm: "Here? You need to think it through."
A large old palm pressed down on the top of his head. The movement was obviously slow, but it was impossible to dodge.
Wen Lao sighed and said, "Go on your way with peace of mind... I will make up a story for you about disappearing out of anger."
Yue Ji had already grasped the hilt of the sword, and his joints were almost turning white from the exertion.
"Yue Ji."
At the critical moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.
Yue Ji was stunned and turned his head suddenly. The curtain of the tent he was thinking about had been opened at some point, and Qi Qing was standing at the door.
"It's so late, don't disturb Mr. Wen."
The young man had his hair loose and his robe was casually draped over his shoulders, so his expression could not be seen clearly.
He whispered, "Come here and go to sleep."
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