In the afternoon, a silver dragon broke out from the surface of the blue lake and entered the water in an arc in mid-air, creating ripples.
Ji Chaoyun sank into the water, letting himself be completely wrapped by the sea water, and closed his eyes comfortably.
He hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time.
Hundreds of years of ups and downs made him almost forget this feeling, as if the last time he swam freely in the water was a long, long time ago.
In the distance, Feng Qi walked to the pavilion in the middle of the lake with a food tray, and called to the calm lake: "Chaoyun, it's time to eat."
After he finished calling, he turned around and took out the dishes in the food tray likewise, filled another bowl of soup, and just put the soup cup down, there was a sound of water splashing behind him.
The dragon's head burst out of the water, and its two front claws held the guardrail of the pavilion, quickly turning into a youthful appearance.
Ji Chaoyun put his arms on the guardrail, stuck his head out and looked in: "Why isn't there any sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"
"Eat well, don't think about eating all day—" Feng Qi turned back, his eyes fell on Ji Chaoyun, and his voice suddenly stopped.
Ji Chaoyun only turned the half of the body that came out of the water back into a human shape, light. There were some silver dragon scales attached to his bare arms, shoulders and neck, and the water-soaked skin was almost transparent. The ends of his long silver hair hung down to the surface of the water, and the slender dragon tail flicked on the surface and quickly sank to the bottom.
His chin rested on his arm, a pair of dragon horns swayed, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he seemed unhappy: "I don't want to eat these."
Feng Qi only felt that his throat was dry, he swallowed unconsciously and looked away: "Don't make trouble, come up quickly. Sugar, sugar cake... I'll give it to you after eating."
Ji Chaoyun glanced at him suspiciously, leaned forward with both arms, passed over Feng Qi lightly, and took the bowl of soup that Feng Qi had just prepared from the stone table without error.
Feng Qi only felt a slender waist with white lotus roots flashing by in front of his eyes, Ji Chaoyun had returned to his original place, and he drank a big mouthful of crucian carp tofu soup.
The fragrant and warm fish soup is warm to the heart.
Ji Chaoyun used the tip of his tongue to roll in the milky white soup that was on his lips, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.
"..."
Feng Qi only felt that if it continued like this, the Xian Li, which was finally under control, would get out of control again.
He took a deep breath and sat down with his back to Ji Chaoyun: "If you like it here, we can stay for a few more days."
"How about that?" Ji Chaoyun raised his head, "Didn't you promise to go back to the academy tomorrow, your immortal power has not stabilized yet, so continue to drag it on, what if you get into trouble?"
Feng Qi stirred the spoon without words, thinking that if you continue to dangle in front of me like this, sooner or later I will get into trouble.
Remembering the matter of going back to the academy, Ji Chaoyun's mood also fell: "Besides, the big competition in the sky is imminent, I can't continue to slack off."
Feng Qi froze for a moment and asked, "You want to participate in the Heavenly Ranking Competition?"
"Of course I do, but..."
Feng Qi said calmly, "Tianbang is held once every ten years. You always have a chance to stay in the academy, so you don't have to be so anxious."
"But we have to wait ten years..." Ji Chaoyun put down the soup bowl, leaned on the guardrail and stared at Feng Qi's back, "The promotion of academy disciples is extremely strict, even if I can pass the test every time, I still need more than ten more. It takes years to be promoted to the Heavenly Rank. It's been too long... "
"You want to... ascend to the Heavenly Rank as soon as possible?" Feng Qi's throat was sour, eating the taste, "Yes, you want to go to the Divine Realm, but only the Heavenly Rank can enter the Heavenly Gate in the academy."
Ji Chaoyun blinked and instantly understood what was wrong with this person.
Is this man addicted to drinking his own vinegar
He narrowed his eyes, finished the soup slowly, and said, "I want another bowl."
Feng Qi got up and walked to the guardrail. Just as he was about to reach out to pick up the soup bowl in Ji Chaoyun's hand, the latter released his hand and suddenly clenched Feng Qi's wrist with a backhand.
The soup bowl rolled to the ground and fell to pieces.
The cracking sound of the porcelain and the sound of the water sounded almost at the same time. Before Feng Qi could react, he was forced into the water.
The cold sea water rushed up, and Feng Qi's body stiffened instinctively.
Phoenix is naturally afraid of water. Although he has a good water ability due to the dragon ball in his body, he can also breathe underwater, but his repulsion to water is not so easy to subside.
Feng Qi grasped Ji Chaoyun's arm subconsciously, opened his eyes, and saw the smug smile in Ji Chaoyun's eyes.
The latter's silver hair spread out in the water, and the dragon tail of the lower body entangled up, wrapping Feng Qi firmly and dragging him to the surface.
Feng Qi was pressed by Ji Chaoyun on a reef in the middle of the lake.
Feng Qi's body was completely wet, and water droplets continued to slide down his wet temples, looking a little embarrassed.
He raised his head and slammed into Ji Chaoyun's clear glass-like eyes: "I said that I wanted to participate in the Tianbang Grand Competition, were you a little unhappy just now?"
Feng Qi was startled and smiled awkwardly: "How could it be..."
"Feng Qi, tell me the truth."
Feng Qi was leaning against the icy reef, and the sound of water in his ears and the rapid breathing of the two made him vaguely dazed.
Has he not woken up from the loss of Xianli's control
Why does Ji Chaoyun ask him this, and why does he... look at him like this
Feng Qi stared at those sincere and warm eyes, took a deep breath, and said softly, "Yes."
"I am not happy."
"I don't want you to rise to the level of the word, and I don't want you to jump to the gate of heaven."
"I don't want you to go to God's Domain, and I don't want you to continue to wait for Feng Xiao."
Feng Qi sighed deeply and said, "I admit that I am selfish, but I am not a saint. I hope you have only me in your heart and only see me in your eyes. I don't want you to continue living in the past, I want to lead you to the future. Go ahead."
"…Pfft."
Ji Chaoyun couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.
His shoulders trembled with laughter, and the dragon tail swept back and forth under the water, almost unable to wrap around Feng Qi's body. He reluctantly supported Feng Qi's shoulders to stabilize his figure, his eyes were filled with the blue waves of the lake, and he said with a smile, "But why do I think that you have been living in the past?"
"Feng Qi, I want to participate in the Heavenly Ranking Competition. It is indeed to be promoted to the Heavenly Rank as soon as possible, but it is not to go to the Divine Realm."
Ji Chaoyun restrained his smile and said earnestly, word by word: "...It's because you are at the level of heaven."
Knowing that Feng Qi was still in the Immortal Realm, he no longer needed to go to the God Realm.
Up to now, he still wants to pass the academy assessment, just because he wants to be promoted to the Heavenly Rank as soon as possible.
From hundreds of years ago to the present, he has always been chasing the pace of this man. But this person is so out of reach for him, he can't keep up, that's why he has been left behind for so long.
Now, he just wants to catch up with Feng Qi's footsteps as soon as possible, as soon as possible... beside him.
Feng Qi was stunned for a long time, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about for a while.
"You..." Feng Qi grasped Ji Chaoyun's wrist tightly, feeling so insecure for the first time. He opened his mouth and asked softly after a long time, "You're not lying to me, are you?"
Ji Chaoyun said seriously: "I will never lie to you."
Feng Qi met his gaze, suddenly realized something, and asked again, "What did you tell me last night?"
Ji Chaoyun blinked and looked away: "This can't be said."
"You just said you wouldn't lie to me."
"This is not a lie to you." Ji Chaoyun said, "I don't want to say the same thing twice, you think."
"But I can't remember."
"Then you'll never want to know."
After Ji Chaoyun finished speaking, he wanted to slip away, but Feng Qi grabbed his waist and pulled him back.
The postures of the two changed instantly. Feng Qi put one hand on Ji Chaoyun's cheek, looked down at him, and said warmly, "Little Dragon, tell me, what exactly did you tell me yesterday?"
"..."
The sea water was cold, but the palm that was attached to Ji Chaoyun's waist was extremely hot, with an overwhelming sense of oppression that almost burned him.
Ji Chaoyun's courage to drag people into the water just now disappeared without a trace, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, and the dragon's tail curled up nervously: "You... you let me go first."
"Don't let it go." Feng Qi tightened his arms and hugged him even tighter, "I'll let you go if you say so."
"I..." Ji Chaoyun was cornered by him, so he could only whisper, "Then you... close your eyes first."
Feng Qi Yiyan closed her eyes.
Ji Chaoyun stared at each other's close eyebrows, raised his head, and kissed each other's lips.
The salty taste of sea water melted in the two mouths, Ji Chaoyun clung to Feng Qi's sleeves tightly with both hands, so nervous that the dragon's tail trembled. But he still didn't let go. He tentatively pressed against the pair of cool lips like a small animal, and quietly stuck out the tip of his tongue.
As if the boulder hanging at the top of the heart finally fell to the ground, the rushing tide returned to calm, and all the confusion, anxiety, and suspicion suddenly became clear at this moment.
Feng Qi didn't open his eyes, he raised his hand to support Ji Chaoyun's head and deepened the kiss.
The afternoon sun was bright but not strong, and it was quiet on the kissing lovers.
"Now, you should believe me, right?" Ji Chaoyun leaned in Feng Qi's arms in a bathrobe, fiddling with his bare feet in the sea.
"I always believed in you." Feng Qi kissed him on the forehead and whispered, "I just don't believe in myself."
The two of them sat on the reef, the golden Wuxi sinking in the distance, and the red clouds filled the sky.
Ji Chaoyun stared at the sunset and said softly, "I really like it here, but unfortunately I will be leaving tomorrow."
Feng Qi said, "I'll bring you back when the Heavenly Ranking Competition is over."
"good."
Feng Qi pushed Ji Chaoyun's slightly wet hair aside, and suddenly smiled lightly for some reason.
"Why are you laughing?"
Feng Qi said: "I'm thinking, since the Tianbang Big Competition is a lottery competition among the disciples of the whole academy, if I draw you, do you think I will let it or not?"
"..." Ji Chaoyun gritted his teeth, "Don't be a crow, I won't be so lucky."
"It's not like you have bad luck once or twice." Feng Qi smiled, "Don't be so unconfident in yourself, maybe you can beat me and take the number one position from me?"
Ji Chaoyun was silent for a moment, and said angrily: "This is not called lack of confidence, it is called accurate knowledge of yourself."
Feng Qi tilted his head, the other party's cheeks were still slightly red, and the lips that used to be bloodless seemed to be dyed a deep red.
The secret thoughts that had always been hidden in his heart became more and more uncontrollable. Feng Qi pressed the person on the rock sideways, with a very aggressive smile on his handsome eyebrows.
"It's just a big competition in the sky, you don't need to be so distressed." Feng Qi smiled maliciously, "I have a way to help you."
Ji Chaoyun instinctively felt that his posture would definitely not say anything good. He curled his fingers and tightened the hem of his clothes, and asked nervously, "What do you mean?"
Feng Qi said: "Remember what I told you, there is a way to promote cultivation in a short period of time?"
Ji Chaoyun blinked, but he didn't think of it for a while.
It's clearly not too long ago, but it seems to be a very long memory.
Feng Qi did not urge him, his fingers slowly slid down Ji Chaoyun's brow bone, lingered for a moment at the end of his eyes and the side of his face, and landed on those crystal and soft lips.
rubbing like a hint.
The air that had gradually cooled down suddenly became hot, and the two looked at each other silently, as if there was some kind of dark tide surging between them, and even their breathing became hot.
Feng Qi's eyes flickered slightly, leaned over and leaned closer, and whispered in Ji Chaoyun's ear, "Spiritual cultivation."