Chapter 88: Give the drug and go with the flow?
Becoming famous is indeed the best way to find people. Before the next competition, the person I was looking for came to me on his own initiative.
"Friend Qi!"
A familiar rough voice sounded, and Qi Qing turned around to see He Chong walking up with a big smile on his face, followed closely by a little girl: "If I had known you were here, my sister and I would have gone straight to Yuqing Gate to look for you!"
He probably asked around and knew that Qi Qing usually sat under the shade of the tree, eating melon seeds while watching the game. Now that he found him, he was even more unceremonious, came over and grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and gave half to Fuling.
Qi Qing was startled. The two brothers and sisters had already sat down and started to crack melon seeds.
He Chong said: "If your donation hadn't caused such a stir, I wouldn't have known you were here. Oh, it's all my fault that I was so busy thinking about how to win the game that I didn't pay attention to any news from outside. I thought you wouldn't come to join in the fun!"
"That's right! It's not fun here at all." The little girl pouted and complained, "I might as well sleep in my furry nest!"
"I haven't seen you for a few months. Why haven't you grown taller yet?"
Qi Qing asked casually, and before Fu Ling could react and glare at him, he immediately changed the subject: "Ahem, since they invited us, we have to come. Otherwise, wouldn't it seem like we are guilty?"
He Chong spat a mouthful of melon seed shells, shook his head and spat, "Why do you feel guilty? None of these sects are good... Humph, forget it! It's better not to mention it."
After all, they were on the territory of the Three Sects, so he managed to keep his mouth shut and said, "Let's go for a drink tonight?"
Judging from the situation, these two people probably encountered some troubles that were inconvenient to talk about directly.
Qi Qingshuang quickly agreed: "Okay, do you live in Xuantian Pavilion or Yunxiao Sect?"
It's a good opportunity to have a private chat while drinking.
Before He Chong could answer, Yue Ji called out in a low voice, "Master."
"Don't worry, I won't get drunk." Qi Qing patted his hand: "I know my limits."
After finally finding He Chong and the others, they naturally had to strike while the iron was hot to find out the truth and find out whether these three sects were of the same origin or whether the Yuqing Sect was just a one-man show.
He has been in the limelight these days and has probably become a thorn in the eyes of some people. If he doesn't make plans early, there will be endless troubles.
Yue Ji pursed his lips, his face gloomy, and he didn't say "OK" for a long time.
"I'll come to see you tonight!" He Chong said generously.
Qi Qing just thought they were just having a small gathering and was asking for information at the same time.
Unexpectedly, some monks who had received his donations were struggling to find a way to express their gratitude. Seeing that He Chong was familiar with him, they asked He Chong to convey their gratitude on their behalf.
He Chong is a man who can shirk his responsibilities no matter how big the issue is, except drinking.
So when Qi Qing saw him again that night, the burly man was followed by a large group of people, as if they had come to a banquet with their entire family.
Even though the Yuqing Sect was unwilling, it could not withstand the influx of so many cultivators, so it had to order its disciples to clear a piece of open space in front of the small building as a reception area.
Qi Qing rarely experienced the feeling of being a celebrity - not the kind of being besieged - being surrounded by a crowd of people, and having to put on a cool face. He almost thought he had squeezed into a book signing event and was asked for an autograph.
"Fellow Daoist Qi, thank you for the spiritual stones you donated. My junior brother was able to use medicine to treat his injury!"
"Fellow Daoist, please try our sect's fine wine!"
"How can we have wine without meat? Quickly set up some grills. I've hunted pheasants and deer!"
The scene was extremely lively for a moment. Someone handed over a glass of strong liquor. Qi Qing drank it reluctantly and his face turned red from the spiciness.
“Everyone, stop, stop!” He pushed Yue Ji out and waved his hands desperately: “Those spirit stones were raised by everyone together, not by me alone, so don’t thank me anymore!”
Unexpectedly, the person in front of him seemed to be taking revenge on him for not listening to his advice during the day. He intentionally or unintentionally turned sideways, exposing Qi Qing in front of others.
The monks crowded together, shouting something like "Fellow Daoist Qi's righteousness" and rushed up with wine in their hands, thinking there was a gap to slip through, but each one was blocked by Yue Ji.
Although the person was blocked, the wine was taken.
Yue Ji picked up a cup casually, the look in his eyes changing from bright to dark.
He handed the wine cup to Qi Qing, and said with a smile: "Master, drink?"
There was a hint of provocation hidden in the smile, as if refusing would mean losing.
Qi Qing looked at him for two seconds, gritted his teeth, and snatched the wine cup from his hand: "Drink it!"
It's just a little more intense, does that mean he's afraid of it?
Unexpectedly, the next moment Yue Ji brought another cup, put his arm lightly through his arm, and put their wrists together - he actually wanted to drink from the cup with him.
Qi Qing was so shocked by the posture that was almost like drinking the wedding wine that his fingertips trembled. Seeing that he was in public, he subconsciously wanted to pull his hand away, but the monks around him who were drunk began to make a noise: "Drink it! Are you afraid, Brother Qi?"
"I……"
Qi Qing opened his mouth and suddenly saw Yue Ji looking at him intently.
Besides expectation, there was more uneasiness and restraint in those eyes, which made him at a loss for words for a moment.
There was a lot of noise all around, but the moment they looked at each other, it was as if all other sounds disappeared.
Only the pair of eyes with clear black and white remained.
Qi Qing's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and suddenly he felt his cheeks burning.
"Drink together?" Yue Ji asked in a low voice.
Qi Qing couldn't resist after all. His ears felt hot. He slightly averted his eyes and drank the wine in the glass in a flash. Then he quickly pulled his hand back like a thief.
He poured out his glass, not daring to look into those eyes: "I'll drink it, you can do whatever you want!"
"Good! It feels great!"
"Daoyou Qi has a lot of capacity!"
"Come on, come on, let's go together!"
Before the monks rushed to carry him away, Qi Qing glanced at Yue Ji quickly.
The young man in black was still standing there, stroking the empty wine cup with his fingertips. Suddenly he lowered his head and gently pressed his lips on the rim of the cup that he had just drunk from.
There were too many monks gathered in front of the small building, and many monks who originally lived upstairs were itching to join in the fun.
It's like a banquet is being held here, with people everywhere, bonfires crackling, and the aroma of barbecue spreading in the air.
The young man in blue was surrounded by the crowd. The flickering firelight reflected on his face, warm and bright, both near and far, as if it was bright enough to burn people's eyes.
The person standing in the shadow watched quietly for a while, and was about to go back to him as usual, when he suddenly felt someone approaching from behind.
"who!"
Yue Ji turned around alertly, but the man grabbed his sleeve and said, "Fellow Daoist Yue."
The voice is as gentle as a mountain stream, but it makes people feel annoyed.
Yue Ji pulled back his sleeves with a cold face and sneered, "Did you get invited?"
He spoke very impolitely, but the blue-clothed disciple was not annoyed. Instead, he was a little calm: "So many people are here, why can't I come?"
"Then please."
Yue Ji turned around and was about to leave.
"Fellow Daoist Yue!"
The blue-robed disciple called him again and asked cautiously, "You, don't you want to know why I came?"
Seeing Yue Ji ignored him, he mustered up the courage to take a step forward, grabbed Yue Ji's sleeve again, and said softly: "I have watched the battles these days and I see that Daoist Yue is indeed a young talent, outstanding and better than any genius I have ever seen."
The blue-clothed disciple said, lowering his head shyly: "Yue Ji, do you... have a Taoist partner?"
Yue Ji pulled back his sleeves again, inexplicably showing a little more patience, and uttered three words coldly and proudly: "Of course."
He was so pleased with himself that the blue-clothed disciple let out a soft "hmm" and then couldn't help laughing.
It was an unconscious smile that contained a hint of surprise, as if one had heard some absurd farce.
Yue Ji frowned and listened to him ask word by word: "...Could it be your master?"
Realizing that he seemed to agree, the blue-clothed disciple's gentle expression changed, as if a crack appeared on his mask, and he revealed a knowing smile.
He took a half step forward and lowered his voice, "I know everything about you."
At this point, Yue Ji was in no hurry to leave. He glared at him with a knife-like gaze and asked coldly, "What do you want to do?"
The blue-clothed disciple raised his eyebrows, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and boldly took another step closer.
"I can see that you have some different feelings for him. But he is surrounded by so many people, and you are staying here alone. It must be very uncomfortable, right?"
He deliberately raised his face, which was very similar to Qi Qing's temperament, and said in a gentle and seductive voice: "Your master is an elder after all. His age and seniority are there. He can't belong to you alone, and he can't give you what you want."
"But I can give it to you...at no cost to you."
This is a rather tempting condition.
Even if one knows that there is something fishy going on, the first half of the sentence is enough to make one's heart flutter slightly and give rise to some different fantasies.
——Unfortunately, he chose the wrong person.
Yue Ji stood with his arms folded, his sharp eyes deeply sunken in the shadows, no emotion could be seen: "Do you think I can't touch you?"
"Did I say something wrong?" The blue-clothed disciple laughed even more flamboyantly.
The reason why Yue Ji didn't take action for a long time was his greatest confidence.
"Do you really want to violate human ethics and be with your master..." He deliberately dragged out his tone and said lightly: "Think about it, how will people in the world look at you?"
As if thinking of that scene, the blue-clothed disciple sighed: "If you really like someone, how can you bear to push him to the forefront? Can you really make him dirty with your own hands?"
The person on the other side was silent.
Seeing this, the blue-clothed disciple finally felt relieved.
He took advantage of the victory and pursued the man, leading him step by step into the darkness with a smile.
"Come on." He poured a glass of wine and handed it to the person in the darkness, his voice so gentle that water could drip out of it: "It will be over soon... Just tonight, fulfill my wish once, okay?"
Yue Ji took the wine without saying a word.
The blue-clothed disciple was delighted and reached out to touch his face.
——But at the moment when his fingertips were about to touch, he met a pair of eyes filled with murderous intent!
…
Qi Qing was drunk and had a hard time getting out of the crowd. He felt a little dizzy.
He subconsciously looked around, but didn't find the familiar figure.
"Yue Ji?" The young man stumbled through the drunken crowd, his voice drunken: "Yue Ji? Where are you?"
After searching for a while, I finally found the young man in black sitting alone in the shadow of the corner.
Qi Qing breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his face carelessly, and brushed his scattered hair back: "Why are you hiding here?"
Yue Ji said nothing, his face was terribly gloomy, as if he had been irritated by someone, and he sat in the corner without moving.
Qi Qing glanced around and noticed that there was an empty wine cup next to him.
It's strange. Yue Ji doesn't drink much, and he would never do something like drinking alone in a corner. Why is there a wine glass here?
He picked up the wine glass and sniffed it. The aroma of the remaining wine was clear and mellow, and it was not the strong liquor that the monks brought tonight.
"Who gave it to you?" he asked in surprise.
Yue Ji then slowly raised his eyes, his gaze lingering briefly on the wine glass.
"Someone drugged me." His tone was very calm, as if he was talking about something as trivial as the weather today.
Qi Qing was horrified and sobered up immediately.
——How come the original story happened to be released when he wasn't paying attention? !
I told you not to eat food from strangers!
He threw away the wine glass and hurriedly picked up Yue Ji: "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Are you dizzy? Are you nauseous? Are your meridians smooth? If there is anything wrong, you must tell Master!"
Yue Ji let him pull him around for a while before he slowly whispered, "Yes, there is, but..."
Qi Qing asked anxiously: "What's the problem?"
Yue Ji didn't finish his words, revealing a hint of innocence as he lowered his head and looked down.
Qi Qing followed his gaze and fell silent for a moment.
“…”
He had just been sobered up by the shock, but now he wished he was still drunk, veins popping on his forehead: "--Why not give you any other medicine? Do you have to give you this?!"
Yue Ji pursed his lips, rested his forehead on his shoulder, and said with grievance: "Then will Master still care?"
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