Chapter 89 Dark Fire Will you blame me for making you dirty?
"No matter what." Qi Qing said decisively.
Only after he suffered a terrible ordeal last time did he understand what Long Aotian was.
Not only is his talent amazing, his training speed is also very fast, even that matter...
Once it starts, it will never stop. Its endurance is almost terrifying. If it is also under the influence of the drug, it will torment the person to pieces. What's more, someone may come at any time.
"Solve it yourself." Qi Qing added, "Master believes in your determination."
He stood up and was about to leave when he suddenly heard staggering footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw Yue Ji holding his forehead, his face was pale, his body was shaky, and his breathing became noticeably heavier.
"Master is accompanying others. I guess he can't take care of me." The young man in black lowered his eyes and said weakly, "Disciple... go upstairs and rest."
He seemed to have been greatly ignored. He said he wanted to go upstairs, but he staggered under Qi Qing's gaze and did not get out of the shadow for a long time.
Qi Qing couldn't help but ask, "Are you still going home for dinner?"
Yue Ji immediately stopped and turned to look at him.
"What I mean," Qi Qing kindly explained, "is that at your current speed, the effect of the drug will wear off before you even get upstairs?"
Not hearing what he wanted to hear, Yue Ji pursed his lips and said, "Since Master has chosen someone else, why bother with me?"
Having said that, he did not move his feet.
Perhaps the drug was indeed very potent, the shadow that was propped up was so large that it was a little scary. Qi Qing couldn't help but glance at it, then quickly turned his face away, his ears slightly hot, and whispered uncomfortably: "Master will watch you go up."
Then the two of them stared at each other in the cold wind for a long time.
Seeing that the person opposite him refused to give in, a hint of disappointment flashed across Yue Ji's face, and he turned around and went upstairs alone.
Qi Qing kept his promise and waited until his figure completely disappeared in the doorway before returning to the crowd.
The atmosphere around the campfire was still lively, with the monks toasting each other and making a lot of noise. He Chong handed over a skewer of shiny roasted meat and asked loudly, "Where's your disciple? Why doesn't he come over?"
"He went back first because of something." Qi Qing answered casually and took the skewers absent-mindedly.
"Did he go to play with his friends?" Fu Ling suddenly asked.
Qi Qing was startled: "What friend?"
The little girl held the wine jug and sat on a stool that was not close to the ground, trying to point him in the direction: "I saw Yue Ji and a man in blue clothes walking away together before. Don't they like drinking? Why don't they come over and play with us?"
Blue clothes?
An idea suddenly flashed through Qi Qing's mind, and he asked anxiously, "Is that person about the same height as me and looks similar to me?"
Fu Ling blinked, stared at him, nodded, and shook her head: "He is surrounded by a dark aura, I can't see his face clearly."
Qi Qing's heart sank suddenly and he stood up suddenly.
——He was careless!
The three major sects had ill intentions towards them. Since they dared to use such a despicable drug, how could they let them solve it easily? Not to mention that they specially sent a blue-clothed disciple who looked a bit like him to deliver the medicine. Their intentions were self-evident.
Yue Ji drank the medicine, but where was the blue-clothed disciple? Why did he disappear?
An ominous premonition suddenly surged into his heart - if the blue-clothed disciple had other plans, then Yue Ji would be...
"You guys continue, I'll go upstairs!"
After saying that, he hurriedly dropped the skewers of meat, not caring about the smell of smoke on his body, and walked quickly towards the small building.
Yue Ji said he wanted to go back and rest, but he neither returned to his own room nor went to Qian Yuan Jian Zun's place. Instead, his aura was very obvious in his room.
When Qi Qing thought of the evil ambushes in his room, his voice became tense as he pushed the door open: "Yue Ji!"
The figure huddled in the corner moved.
He was holding something tightly in his arms. There was no light in the room, so he couldn't see his expression clearly. But when Qi Qing reached out to touch, the skin touched by her fingertips was so hot that it almost burned her palm.
"Are you feeling bad?" Qi Dan knelt in front of him, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and softened his voice: "I was inconsiderate just now, are you feeling better now?"
Yue Ji didn't say anything, but just reached out and hugged him tightly.
Qi Qing half-knelt and let him hold her for a while, then asked in a low voice: "Did that person come to see you?"
"Yeah." Yue Ji's lips brushed against his neck as he spoke, his voice low and hoarse: "...Luckily, Master is here."
He greedily absorbed the scent of Qi Qing, as if this could wash away the disgusting memory just now.
The distance between the two was too close, causing something to press against Qi Qing's lower abdomen, making it impossible to move forward or backward.
He had no choice but to hold Yue Ji's shoulders and gestured: "This room is not suitable, let's change places..."
"Right here."
Yue Ji tightened his arms and slowly raised his head, like an unwanted puppy, staring at him with wet eyes: "Help me with your hands... ok?"
…
It's late at night.
The bonfire downstairs gradually dimmed, the monks dispersed in groups of three or four, and the noise in the house finally stopped.
Qi Qing pulled his arm back limply, his palms burning with pain.
He looked at the marks on his body and the sweet smell on his face, took out his handkerchief and wiped it off fiercely with a sullen look: "Do you really have to get it all over me?"
Even practicing swordplay isn’t this hard!
Yue Ji, on the other hand, repaid kindness with enmity. Fortunately, everyone under him had dispersed, otherwise he would not know how to go out and face people.
The culprit leaned against the wall, looked at him lazily, and suddenly smiled.
"Will you blame me for making you dirty, Master?"
Qi Qing was thinking what a bunch of bullshit he was talking about and was about to curse him, but when he looked up he saw him letting go of the thing he had been holding in his arms like a treasure, and when he picked it up and took a look at it, he became even more furious.
"Is it not enough that you have harmed me?" The young man was so angry that he shook the thing. "You bastard, do you want to build a doghouse? You even want to take my clothes!"
Yue Ji pulled his clothes back and said confidently, "I found it."
"Even if you find it, it won't be yours." Qi Qing snatched it away: "Give it to me."
I don't know when this bastard took away his old clothes, but judging from the style, they were the same ones he wore in his early years. The color was washed white, and the stitches had been mended several times.
Yue Ji hid the clothes behind him and said, "No."
Qi Qing tried to grab it a few times, but he really didn't want to argue with him about this in some indescribable situation. He let go of his hand with a cold face and snorted, "You don't want to give it to me, right? Next time you encounter this kind of thing, go find clothes by yourself, don't look for me."
He packed up his things, opened the window to let the smell out, turned around and saw Yue Ji still leaning there. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Has the effect of the medicine worn off? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Yue Ji was folding old clothes carefully. Hearing this, he raised his eyelashes. His dark eyes turned slightly and fell on his face. The corners of his lips suddenly curled up.
The young man in black leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Master... I was lying to you."
"I didn't drink that drink at all."
“…”
"???"
Qi Qing's mind went blank for a moment, and then he flew into a rage: "Yue, Ji!"
…
Xuantian Pavilion, the inner hall of the main peak.
It should have been a time for rest in the middle of the night, but an uninvited guest broke the tranquility.
The blue-clothed disciple knelt on the ground, trembling all over: "Young Master, disciple...disciple really knows his mistake..."
Huo Shi pinched his chin and forced him to raise his head. His handsome face turned red and tears welled up in his eyes, which was quite pleasing to the eye.
"He said he wanted to kill you, and you were really scared and gave up halfway?" Huo Shi added force to his knuckles, as if to crush a speck of dust. "What's the point of me raising you, useless thing?"
The blue-clothed disciple gasped in pain and answered reluctantly, "Medicine, the medicine was indeed put in the wine, but he put the wine... the wine..."
"I gave it to you as a reward?"
Huo Shi narrowed his eyes and looked at him. Seeing that he wanted to cry but didn't dare to, he suddenly let go of his hand.
His originally gloomy expression changed, and he actually smiled: "You look 70% like his master."
The blue-clothed disciple was stunned for a moment, then he understood something from the other party's playful gaze, and his face suddenly turned pale.
Huo Shi slowly wiped the tears from her fingers with a handkerchief, and finally, she hooked her finger at him.
"Get up."
The blue-robed disciple lowered his head, his thin shoulders still trembling slightly.
"As long as you have touched him and left his scent, I can barely forgive you."
Huo Shi lowered his brows and said, "Now...what should I do? Do you still need me to teach you?"
The murderous intent was overwhelming, and the blue-clothed disciple trembled all over. With tears still on his face, he silently raised his hand and slowly unbuttoned his clothes.
…
Just two days after that day, a piece of news suddenly broke out.
——A disciple from Xuantian Pavilion was murdered during the competition!
Qi Qingcai had just heard about this, but the news had already spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and in a blink of an eye, everyone knew about it.
"Did you know?" Lian He Chong also said mysteriously: "The disciple who died came to watch your disciple's competition a few days ago!"
Fu Ling added: "Blue clothes!"
Qi Qing paused while munching on melon seeds: "Is it the blue-clothed disciple that I lied to... ahem, communicated with?!"
He Chong nodded, his expression becoming more serious. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then lowered his voice and said, "It is rumored that your apprentice had bad intentions towards him, and after being rejected, he got angry and killed him!"
???
For a moment, Qi Qing thought he was hallucinating.
He opened his eyes wide and grabbed He Chong's shoulders: "Who spread this news?"
Yue Ji had evil intentions towards the blue-clothed disciple, and when he failed to get what he wanted, he killed him to vent his anger?
——The original author doesn’t even dare to write this!
He Chong frowned and shook his head, saying, "I just heard some monks talking about it. Don't worry, I don't believe it! But this is obviously aimed at you, so be careful."
Before Qi Qing had the chance to find out the cause of death of the blue-clothed disciple, the rumors had already intensified.
Rumor has it that the blue-clothed disciple admired Yue Ji very much after the fight and wanted to communicate with him in private. However, Yue Ji saw that he was quite good-looking and wanted to force him to do something good. However, because the blue-clothed disciple refused to obey and he was afraid that he would report him to Xuantian Pavilion, he killed him in anger.
Now the coffin of the blue-clothed disciple is parked at the main peak of Xuantian Pavilion. There are indeed signs of being forced on his body, and the resentment has lingered for a long time.
The monks were skeptical, but they could not suppress their natural curiosity. They passed by frequently in what they thought was covert situations and sized up the master and disciple.
A few days ago, many people saw the blue-clothed disciple and Yue Ji together in front of the small building - and from that day on, no one saw the blue-clothed disciple again.
Could it be...that the rumors are true?
The disciples participating in the competition from Xuantian Pavilion were even more outraged. Their fellow disciples were killed inexplicably, while the suspected outsiders were protected by the rules of the sect competition. They had no place to ask for an explanation. How could they not be angry?
Qi Qing secretly thought that this was not good. If Xuantian Pavilion failed to plot against them secretly, they would frame them openly?
Just at this critical moment, the list of opponents for the ring was announced - Yue Ji's opponent in the next match was Huo Shi.
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