Chapter 82: Building a Nest to Earn Money to Support the Master
Yue Ji's gaze was so scorching that Qi Qing gave in after only staring at him for a few seconds.
The young man looked away unconsciously, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "In three months, it will be your seventeenth birthday, right?"
When talking about birthday, Yue Ji was stunned: "Yes."
"Then I'll wait until your birthday and I'll give you an answer, how about that?" Qi Qing asked tentatively.
Yue Ji lowered his eyelashes and said, "It's been too long."
Qi Qing raised an eyebrow: "Then what will you do?"
"Master, take a nap." Yue Ji touched the back of his neck and lowered his voice: "Tell me when you wake up, okay?"
He is wishful thinking!
Qi Qing pushed his hand away: "No need to talk."
What's the difference between this and asking him to answer on the spot? It's better to have an interview, give him a few interview questions, and hire him on the spot if he answers correctly, and try again next time if he answers incorrectly.
Yue Ji pursed his lips, a look of grievance on his face, obviously not very satisfied.
He lowered his eyes slightly and then quickly raised them again, his black eyeballs lightly sweeping over Qi Qing, as if he was brewing something.
Qi Qing didn't dare to let him mess with her anymore. He leaned back reflexively and immediately changed his words: "Then... two months?"
"Half a month." Yue Ji bargained with him.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Yue Ji hugged him tightly and leaned against him: "Half a month, just half a month!"
Qi Qingleng was pushed into a corner by him unexpectedly. He raised his hand to block him and tried to stick to his bottom line: "No, two months."
"Half a month!"
The two rolled around on the bed, almost knocking the pillow off the bed. Finally, Qi Qing held the man down and compromised, saying, "It's ok to wait until the sect competition is over, right?"
“Just wait until it’s over?” Yue Ji stared at him eagerly: “Should we hold the Taoist Couple Ceremony when we return to the mountain, or…”
"Yue Ji!" Qi Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pushed his face away: "Who would rush to get married right after being together? Besides, do you think being a Taoist couple is just playing house? You should at least wait a little longer, right? Can't you wait for your master to save some money?"
He had been in seclusion for two years, and all the money he had saved was given to Yue Ji for daily expenses. Now he has almost no money left, not to mention the debt of ten spirit stones that Ji Chunfeng had paid off.
When Qi Qing thought about this, he suddenly felt overwhelmed.
Yue Ji said decisively: "I have money."
"How much money do you have?"
Qi Qing sighed and counted on his fingers: "Don't just look at other people's weddings, which are so elegant and splendid. Have you ever calculated how much it actually costs? The ceremony costs money, and even more money is needed after the marriage. A Taoist couple can't live on air and dew, right? The yard needs to be repaired, banquets need to be held in the sect, gifts need to be returned for favors, and furniture and clothes need to be purchased for the house..."
He rattled off a long list of expenses. Yue Ji was stunned at first, but then his eyes lit up: "Master, don't worry, I have money. If everything goes well, I will have a large piece of land. It's just..."
He paused, and asked with some expectation: "Master, when you said 'family' just now, did you agree to start a family with me? Just the kind of family for the two of us? Right?"
Qi Qing choked on his breath - he had been talking for so long, but this bastard only heard these two words? ?
He didn't say anything, so Yue Jiquan took it as his consent and hugged him happily, "Master, wait for me. I will go make money tomorrow!"
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The next morning, when Qi Qing pushed the door open, he happened to run into the Taoist couple next door.
He took a casual glance and saw that the two men had dark circles under their eyes and dull expressions, as if they had indulged in excessive sexual activity.
No wonder there was such a big commotion last night.
Qi Qing shook his head secretly, looked away and was about to leave, but was stopped by the male cultivator: "Fellow Daoist, please stay!"
Qi Qing stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"
The male cultivator hesitated for a long time, and when he saw that Qi Qing's patience was running out, he came over and asked in a low and embarrassed voice: "Daoyou, did you see any shadow last night?"
Qi Qing was stunned for a moment, and the male cultivator quickly gestured: "It's about this tall, has no face, and can't sense any breath. It's very scary! It's a bad guy who only does good things. It appeared twice..."
The female cultivator also nodded desperately: "We tried all kinds of exorcism spells but to no avail. After it came the second time, it never left and disappeared at dawn!"
A trace of fear appeared in her eyes, and she concluded: "—It must be a ghost!"
At this time, Yue Ji walked out slowly from behind Qi Qing, and raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words: "Is there a ghost?"
"Yes!" The male cultivator immediately caught up with him and complained, still in shock: "I think that ghost is probably a lonely ghost who couldn't find a Taoist partner and is jealous of the love between the Taoist partners! He sat at the head of our bed and stared at us for half the night, making us afraid to sleep. It's so hateful! Daoist friend, you and your Taoist partner must be careful at night!"
Qi Qing opened his mouth and was about to correct the master-disciple relationship, but Yue Ji had already raised the corners of his lips, and his tone was unprecedentedly lenient: "Thank you for the reminder."
The male cultivator was still worried, and he and the female cultivator chattered about how scary the ghost was. Suddenly, the door across the street opened, and Song Wen and Song Wu said to Qi Qing in full energy, "Morning, Uncle Master!"
Qi Qing tilted his head and nodded slightly to them: "Good morning, have you had breakfast?"
Seeing Yue Ji, who had obviously come out of Qi Qing's room, the two brothers looked at each other and realized with horror that they seemed to have missed out on extremely important learning content.
Song Wen asked tentatively: "Uncle Master, what would you like to eat? Why don't we bring it to you?"
"No need." Qi Qing waved to Yue Ji, said goodbye to the male cultivator and walked downstairs: "Let's go together."
The lobby of the inn was much livelier than last night, with people from all walks of life talking loudly in different accents, and from time to time one could hear some explosive gossip.
For example, disciples of two feuding sects were forced to marry each other, and they disliked each other but had two children in three years; another example is that the number of disciples who left the Yuqing Sect recently has decreased a lot, and the sect leader seems to have taken his anger out on everyone because of the failure of his elite disciples; and at the recent auction, it is said that an extremely rare magic weapon will be circulated...
Qi Qing eavesdropped for a while and became interested in the auction. He subconsciously asked, "There's an auction in the city? When?"
This kind of occasion is usually a good opportunity for Long Aotian to pick up bargains. If he can pick up some rare and unique item, he will make a fortune.
The monk next to him asked, "Do you want to go to the auction, too?"
He looked Qi Qing up and down at her outfit and shook his head, "Forget it, if you're like this."
"What's wrong with me?" Qi Qing immediately frowned and said in a deep voice, "I'm just a little poor. Is it illegal to even fantasize about it?"
The monk still shook his head: "It's not that you are poor. The auction is divided into heaven level and earth level. The earth level auction is held once a month. It has already been held this month. As for the heaven level..."
He pointed his lips in the direction of Yuqing Sect and said, "You need an inner disciple of Yuqing Sect to introduce you. Looking at you, I'm afraid you don't even know the outer disciples? Those disciples are all very arrogant and difficult to get along with!"
Inner sect disciple? Could it be that the boss behind this auction is Yuqing Sect?
"However," the monk suddenly changed the subject and continued, "If you are an alchemist, it's a different story. Although the Heaven-level auction is held every six months, they also accept high-quality elixirs on weekdays, and the prices are not cheap. If you are a purple-level alchemist, it's even better. You will become their guest of honor, and participating in the auction is just a matter of a word."
Hearing this, Qi Qing's heart moved and he glanced at Yue Ji.
He was about to ask again when a familiar voice came from the door.
"Fellow Daoist Qi."
Qi Qing turned around and saw the messenger smiling and slowly crossing the threshold: "It seems that Brother Qi had a good rest last night?"
Qi Qing greeted him, and then he turned his gaze to Yue Ji, smiling subtly: "My friend, my fellow apprentices heard that you entered the city, and they all want to come and see you. You are really a popular commodity."
Yue Ji met his gaze and said calmly, "We'll meet on the day of the competition. Why rush now?"
The messenger laughed with an ambiguous tone, and said, "Geniuses are indeed arrogant because of their talent. It is not easy for ordinary people like us to see it... Haha, don't misunderstand, Brother Yue, I am just expressing my feelings."
Qi Qing narrowed his eyes, and he said nonchalantly: "Fellow Daoist Qi, I'm afraid I will break my promise as I said yesterday. The sect's inn is still under repair. It would be impolite to invite you to stay in hastily. Why don't you wait a few more days?"
This was exactly what Qi Qing wanted.
He nodded happily and said, "Of course, the guest follows the host's wishes."
Although the inn was noisy, he still preferred such a mixed environment to being stuck in someone else's territory.
The messenger nodded with satisfaction, looked around and asked, "Why don't we see Venerable Qianyuan?"
Song Wen cupped his hands and said, "Master said that it is not appropriate to travel today."
The messenger raised his eyebrows: "If the elder of my sect wants to invite him to have a chat, it won't work?"
Song Wu also bowed and said, "Please bear with me, Master. Since Master has said that he will not go out, it will not be too late to go up the mountain with Master Uncle Qi to see the elders of your sect in a few days."
The envoy's smile faded. He didn't expect to be treated coldly the second day after arriving in his own territory.
"Really not seeing you?"
Song Wen and Song Wu stopped talking and just bowed.
The envoy's smile disappeared, and he maintained courtesy and exchanged a few more pleasantries. Seeing that Qianyuan Sword Master really had no intention of seeing him, he said goodbye and left with a stern face.
Song Wen stared at his back, and suddenly whispered to Qi Qing: "Uncle Master, you must be careful these days."
Qi Qing was surprised, and Yue Ji also looked over.
Song Wen said to him seriously, "This is Master's instruction."
A young fox swims in the river, wetting its tail, but it does no good.
This is not a good sign, especially before the sect competition.
The conversation that day was like a switch. In the following days, the messenger never came to the inn again, but several rumors arose in the city.
One is that a strange "evil ghost" appeared in the city. Although it did not harm anyone, it had a bad habit - it liked to stand by the beds of fellow Taoists, which scared many fellow Taoists so much that they dared not get close to it and were forced to sleep in separate beds.
If we trace the source, it seems to have come from the mouth of a young Taoist couple in an inn.
Another rumor is that a mysterious alchemist came to the Tianji Auction.
The elixirs that this person consigned were of extremely high quality, and even common elixirs were purchased in bulk because of their superior quality. The auction intended to make an exception and invite this person as a guest official, but was rejected.
After being targeted, the alchemist never showed up again. Instead, the red silk in the fabric shops in the city began to sell well.
The night before going to Yuqing Gate, Qi Qing woke up in a daze in the middle of the night.
Yue Ji was not by my pillow.
In the dim moonlight, he saw a dark figure sitting under the bed with its back to him, surrounded by a floor covered with red.
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