The girl was right in front of him, her tender face pressed against his waist, her arms wrapped around his waist, and one leg pressed against his leg. The sudden movement brushed open his clothes, revealing her smooth, fair forearm and calf...
He dared not look any longer, closed his eyes, and tried his best to keep his breathing steady.
This person acts on a whim, perhaps it's just a passing fancy.
Thinking this way was more effective than reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra countless times; the heat on my face subsided, but the fire in my heart ignited.
The public lewdness on Mount Pipi was seen as an embarrassment by others. If it were anyone else, even the Demon Lord, he would certainly not let it go. But it was this person, and he could not feel the slightest bit of anger.
In the end, it was he who had the idea first. He had never dared to dream of finding the Tianzhi Sect before, so why should he ask for more now?
Geng Qi was unaware of what he was thinking. After noticing the stiffness in his embrace, he gradually relaxed and didn't even try to push him away. He then lay down on him more brazenly, inhaling the cool fragrance, and fell asleep.
The two entwined in this strange sleeping position all night. When they opened their eyes the next day, the person next to them was nowhere to be found, but the bed was still warm and cozy. Geng Qi slept comfortably and was unwilling to get up for a while. He turned over and planned to sleep a little longer, but suddenly realized that he was no longer in the Demon Palace where he could do as he pleased.
He glanced at the intricately carved jade bed, the lightly draped curtains half-hidden, and realized that this was Rong Yu's Qingyou Pavilion. He sat up with a jolt, lifted the curtains, and got out of bed.
Oh no, I don't even know what time it is now. I forgot to pay my respects to my master. Will that person think I don't respect my teacher?
The moment his foot touched the ground, a splash of red caught his eye, and Geng Qi was startled.
Beside the jade bed, a sandalwood shelf had appeared out of nowhere, with a set of clothes neatly hanging on it. The clothes were fiery red, which seemed quite out of place in the elegant interior.
Judging from the size, it was obviously prepared for him. He probably saw the red clothes he wore when he climbed the jade ladder and assumed that he liked the color red.
Geng Qi stood in front of the clothes rack, looked at it, silently took the clothes down and stuffed them into his storage bracelet. He then took out the moon-white outer robe that he had put in earlier, put it on, and ran out after tidying himself up.
The groves of green bamboo in the courtyard are a completely different scene from those in Chaofeng Pavilion. They are on the same mountain peak, yet they are two different worlds.
There were no miscellaneous tasks on Shangxu Peak; everything was done by oneself. When Geng Qi ran out barefoot, the person was in front of the green bamboo forest, sitting at the same square table as last night, in the same spot.
Rong Yu turned his head at the sound and saw that he was wearing the clothes he had changed for him earlier. He was slightly taken aback: "Why aren't you wearing them..."
He paused, then fell silent.
Geng Qi pretended not to hear, walked over and respectfully performed the sect's salute: "Disciple greets Master."
Rong Yu: "..."
Seeing that he was pretending again, Rong Yu had no choice but to let him get up. Worried that he hadn't slept enough, he asked tactfully, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Geng Qi's heart skipped a beat, thinking that he was blaming him for being too sleepy and for not sleeping well last night. So he twisted and turned, clutching the hem of his clothes: "Disciple...disciple likes to sleepwalk at night. Did I disturb Master last night?"
Sleepwalking is unconscious and has nothing to do with him.
He deflected the blame so readily that a strange glint flashed in Rong Yu's eyes, and he said calmly, "It's alright."
He then gestured to the seat opposite him: "Sit."
Geng Qi was puzzled, but still went around to sit down opposite him. He then saw the person opposite him get up and go around to his back.
"..."
What are we doing? Are we stacking people?
While he was still in a daze, a pair of hands suddenly covered his head, and Geng Qi's scalp tingled. "...Master?"
"You still need to go down the mountain today. Since you are from Shangxu Peak, everyone in Tianzhi Sect except for the peak master's personal disciples will regard you as their elder. You can do whatever you want on the mountain, but you need to pay attention to your appearance when you go down the mountain."
Those who cultivate immortality pay the most attention to their appearance, because they always forget to tie their hair up. If they descend the mountain looking like this, those who do not know the truth may suspect that they have gone mad.
Ren Rongyu tied his hair up, but Geng Qi noticed another question in his words: "Is it an important matter for the sect? Must the disciple also go down the mountain?"
Just as Rong Yu was about to speak, the barrier outside the mountain seemed to fluctuate, and a communication talisman flew through the barrier to the chessboard, carrying a voice transmission: "Please, True Person Ling Yuan, come down the mountain to receive your disciple's kowtow."
The people behind him remained unmoved, and Geng Qi was bewildered.
Who is Master Lingyuan?
As far as he knew, Rong Yu had no honorific title, and the person on Shangxu Peak who never "showed his face" was already a saint.
No, just because it didn't exist before doesn't mean it doesn't exist now.
Although Rong Yu was formerly the young sect leader, he lived on the same peak as the sect leader and did not establish his own peak. Now that he has taken on disciples, he has acquired the title of True Person Lingyuan...
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the person behind him who was tying his hair up.
Rong Yu remained calm and composed as she placed the jade hairpin in his hair to secure it.
"Ling Yuan... is that Master's title?"
Cultivators who reach the Nascent Soul stage can be called True Persons, and those who reach the Divine Transformation stage can be given a title. As the young sect master of the Tianzhi Sect, Rong Yu's decision to give a title is a major event for the entire sect. No wonder they all have to come down the mountain today.
But those two characters, Ling Yuan...
"Who bestowed this title upon Master?"
Geng Qi lowered his eyes slightly. Lingyuan means turbulent waves, ever-changing, and overcoming all difficulties in order to succeed.
It seems inspiring, but overcoming all difficulties is not that easy.
Rong Yu avoided answering his question, smoothed the last strand of his hair, and took his hand, saying, "Let's go."
Geng Qi wouldn't let him go, regardless of whether it violated the proper etiquette between master and disciple or caused any taboos. He grabbed him tightly and said, "These two characters are very unlucky. Shall we change them?"
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