Chapter 97 Master, please take care of me while I'm walking
Qi Qing thought he had a good temper. If Yue Ji was willing to soften his attitude and coax him a little, he might be soft-hearted out of consideration for the relationship between master and disciple.
But now that he was angry and saw that the other party was so tough, he immediately turned around and walked away with a cold face: "It's none of your business to care where I go?"
After taking only two steps, Yue Ji appeared in front of him.
The shadowy young man came towards him, one in front and one behind, the two figures blocked him in the middle, their eyes were exactly the same darkness: "Master."
——Use the incarnation of his religion against him?
Qi Qing was so angry that he laughed.
You came just in time.
He couldn't suppress his anger and even forgot to summon his incarnation. With a flash of cold light on his palm, he condensed an ice sword and rushed forward, knocking Yue Ji's incarnation to the ground in a few hits.
The regeneration of the incarnation consumes the spiritual energy of the original body, but facing the identical face, Qi Qing did not feel sorry at all. The man who was so angry that he had no idea how to draw his sword and was as ruthless as he could.
The incarnation dared not resist, blood gushed out, and in less than a moment, he was killed to the point where he couldn't even stand up.
The bystanders were terrified and trembling, and they all turned their eyes to Yue Ji.
Yue Ji, on the other hand, was watching the battle calmly, as if nothing had happened. After a while, when Qi Qing had no more strength left to fight, and had put away his sword and taken a few breaths, he retracted his incarnation, walked over to him and said in a gentle voice, "Master, does your hand hurt? Let me rub it for you."
I have never seen such a shameless person!
Qi Qing shook his hand away and sneered, "Get lost."
After venting, his anger subsided a lot. Although he ignored Yue Ji, he didn't attack him again. He went back to sit by the campfire.
Yue Ji immediately followed, held his hand and rubbed it a few times, touched his wrist with his fingertips, and then rubbed his heart.
Qi Qing let him rub her expressionlessly until the hand showed signs of moving to other places. Then she gave him a warning look and said coldly, "Don't push your luck."
Yue Ji pretended not to hear anything, but sat closer, took the man into his arms, and rubbed him while whispering, "If Master is not satisfied, why not hit him a few more times and scold him a few more times?"
Qi Qing closed his eyes and did not answer, so Yue Ji pursed his lips and continued to massage him.
Because the strength was just right, after rubbing for a while, Qi Qing felt sleepy and fell asleep leaning against him unknowingly. When he opened his eyes again, it was almost dawn.
I don’t know if the blood clots on my chest were dispersed by being rubbed, or if Yue Ji’s blood was really effective, but the dull pain subsided for the most part, and now I felt more excited when beating people.
Qi Qing cast a dim gaze towards Yue Ji. The traitor felt his pulse for a moment and said, "Master, shall we continue on?"
This sounds like a notification rather than a discussion.
The young man did not bother to respond. Apparently he was still angry because he could not beat anyone at the moment. He was thinking about finding an opportunity to go his separate ways.
——If it happens again, this time he will definitely not be fooled by Yue Ji and become soft-hearted. Being taken away by Yue Ji is temporarily part of his plan, and he has his own rhythm.
Two or three days later, the group finally passed through the town.
When going to the teahouse to order tea, Qi Qingzheng glanced around, trying to create an opportunity to get Yue Ji away, when he suddenly heard the cultivator sitting next to him mention "Yunxiao Sect". He was slightly moved and eavesdropped without making a sound.
"Is the Yunxiao Sect really that terrifying?"
"That's right! My cousin just escaped back to the clan the day before yesterday. He was still frightened when he talked about the Yunxiao Sect's formation. He almost got refined into a residual soul!"
"Aren't these sects famous and upright? Why are they acting so cruelly? Could it be that the sect leader has been possessed by an evil cultivator?"
Some people were skeptical. An old man sitting by the window lowered his voice and said, "It is said that... it has something to do with the demon clan of Tiandu Sect!"
When Qi Qing heard the word "demon clan", he glanced at Yue Ji.
Yue Ji, however, looked normal. He sat beside him and sipped his tea calmly.
No one knew what orders this man gave to the group of monks who were accompanying him. In the past few days, they were reorganized into a group, leaving only Yue Ji to follow Qi Qing closely, keeping an eye on him, fearing that Qi Qing would really run away halfway.
The current cultivation world has not seen traces of demons for many years. Everyone immediately became excited and asked, "Hurry up and tell us, don't keep us in suspense!"
The old man drinking tea had whetted everyone's appetite, and then he said slowly: "As everyone knows, the demon clan killed people and robbed treasures in the Mirage Secret Realm, and specifically targeted the elite disciples of the Yunxiao Sect and Xuantian Pavilion. He was extremely cruel. Unfortunately, he acted ruthlessly and spared no one alive. No one should have known about it, but he was very arrogant and participated in the sect competition arrogantly. The head of the Yuqing Sect saw through it at a glance, and ordered the demon clan to be killed, which implicated other cultivators... Alas, the three sects had no choice but to do so!"
A monk with a face full of flesh suddenly realized what was going on and slammed the table and stood up: "The demons are indeed all beasts who have lost all conscience!"
Some people were worried: "The head of Yuqing Sect, a respected senior, has been killed. If the Soul Abyss cannot be contained, the demons will massacre the entire cultivation world."
"Is the head of Yuqing Sect highly respected?"
The gray-robed monk in the corner suddenly sneered: "My cousin said that the old man from Yuqing Sect first kidnapped the demon's master and made a fake puppet to fool people. When the demon led his men in to kill them, he found out that these major sects wanted to refine them into soul-calling banners! They are all hypocritical people!"
The old man who spoke first smiled sarcastically and said, "What does your cousin know? It's obvious that the devil has committed many evil deeds, and the three major sects had no choice but to activate the refining formation. If it weren't for this bastard's stubborn resistance, how could the others have suffered?"
As he spoke, he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground: "Which decent cultivator wouldn't hope that this devil would die soon? I heard his name is Yue Ji... Bah!"
Qi Qing frowned and clenched the teacup.
"that is!"
"The demons have been locked up in the Soul Abyss for so long, it would be better if they died!"
The teahouse was immediately filled with curses. The gray-robed monk stiffened his neck and retorted, "What did Qianyuan Sword Master say?"
"Qian Yuan?" The old man showed a look of contempt: "The Tiandu Sect raised such a demon. If they don't help to clean up the mess, are they waiting to be beaten? They pretended to save a few people, but they just wanted to calm the public anger!"
Someone spat, "That's exactly the truth! The most disgusting thing is the scandal of Yue Ji kidnapping his master! Poor Master Qi Xian had a clean life. He was such a dignified person. During the sect competition, he even donated money and supplies to injured fellow practitioners. But he ended up raising such an ungrateful person who betrayed his master and ancestors!"
Qi Qing, who was drinking tea, choked when the melon fell on himself, with a wonderful expression on his face.
In his entire life, he had never heard the words "a clean life" and "bright and clear sky" appear in the same sentence with his own.
Who spread the rumor?
The old man twisted his beard and said disapprovingly, "How do you know that his master didn't collude with the demons?"
The gray monk was confident this time, and rushed to speak: "My cousin saw it with his own eyes! Qi Qing was almost dead, and Qianyuan Sword Master personally wanted to take her away, but the devil snatched her away in public without even looking back! My cousin also said that Qi Qing was covered in blood, and the devil held him tightly, which was simply shameless!"
"Alas, Fellow Daoist Qi is probably in great danger this time. This Zhongshan wolf is really unfortunate for our sect!"
"The demons should have died out long ago. Something that crawled out of a filthy place like the Soul Abyss has a life worth less than a dog's."
The tea drinkers became more and more excited as they spoke, spitting everywhere. At first, they expressed some regret for Qi Qing's "untimely death", but as they spoke, they turned to attacking and insulting the demons, and the words they used became more and more unbearable to the ears.
Qi Qing couldn't bear to listen any longer. His desire to watch the fun had long since disappeared, and he couldn't help but look at Yue Ji again.
But this man acted as if he didn't hear anything, tapping the tea table with his slender fingers, as if everyone was just cursing at a stranger with the same name as him.
If the public opinion in such a remote teahouse is like this, what kind of rumors will be so scary in the territories close to the three major sects?
Overnight, Yue Ji went from being a young genius to a rat crossing the street that everyone wanted to beat... Did he really not care at all?
Qi Qing felt an inexplicable feeling of annoyance in his heart, and put down the teacup heavily: "Waiter, settle the bill."
Before he took out his purse, Yue Ji had already paid the money and asked softly, "Master, don't you want to listen?"
"They are just a bunch of rabble. What's good to hear about them?" Qi Qing stood up with a stern face.
Yue Ji raised the corners of his lips slightly and said, "Yes, Master, you don't have to care about gossip."
——Just care about him.
Thinking of this, he suddenly leaned over and quietly kissed Qi Qing on the lips.
Qi Qing raised his hand in anger and wanted to hit him, but when he met those hungry eyes, somehow, the vicious curses of those people just now suddenly emerged in his mind.
He suddenly remembered something he had deliberately ignored.
That day, Yue Ji rushed into the main hall of the Yunxiao Sect and withstood the joint killing moves of three powerful men. He couldn't even maintain a complete human form. They snatched him away in public, fed him blood to prolong his life, and his incarnation was beaten by him.
Even a man made of iron cannot withstand such torture.
Thinking of this, the young man hesitated for a moment, but finally put it down in annoyance.
Qi Qing snorted coldly: "...Shameless."
Yue Ji immediately became more aggressive and clung to him, tightly holding his hand and kissing him again, calling him: "Master, Master..."
Qi Qing tried his best to keep a serious face and said with disdain: "You are so grown up, but you are still so shameless."
Noticing that his tone had softened, Yue Ji's eyes, which had been dark for several days, finally showed a smile. He kissed his hand happily and said, "Then Master, please keep an eye on me!"
…
Soul Abyss.
This place is completely different from the world of cultivation. The demonic energy is incredibly dense, as if the world is turned upside down. The entire city is suspended upside down in the fog and miasma in mid-air, with the ground as the sky.
In the dark palace, the blue light of the mermaid wax flickered faintly, licking a pale palm without leaving even the slightest burn.
The man on the high seat withdrew his hand boredly, and looked out the window with red eyes: "Where is that brat?"
The demon shadow bowed slightly and said, "If I have calculated the date correctly, the young master will be able to return to your feet in at most one day."
His master was always like this - he could never remember his son's name, always using "that kid" or "that thing" instead, as if he was talking about an insignificant object.
The Demon Lord suddenly stood up and narrowed his eyes and said, "I heard that he gained a lot on this trip. In addition to the seeds I gave him... he also brought back a cultivator?"
He asked casually, but Mo Ying knew that if the answer was not good, new heads would fall to the ground.
He carefully considered his words: "That man is the young master's master in the cultivation world. He seems reluctant to accompany us. But the master wants..."
He made a killing gesture, but the Demon Lord laughed.
"You are only in the Nascent Soul stage, you can't make any waves." He waved his hand casually and said lightly: "Since the little guy likes it, just treat it as his toy."
The phantom stopped talking tactfully and listened quietly.
"Among my descendants, he is the one who has inherited my true teachings in this regard. If he sees something he likes, he will drag it back to his nest even if he has to break his limbs."
The Demon Lord tilted his head slightly and said with interest: "Let him go. The wolf cub will always gnaw his first prey until there is nothing left."
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