I Returned to the Immortal’s Youth

Chapter 41: Qingyun (VII)

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After Yan Qing finished carving the wooden sword from the plum tree, he realized something: his weapon in his previous life was soul thread, and he didn't know how to use a sword at all. In the sect, even the most junior disciples of the Wangqing Sect have already mastered the sword techniques by heart, and the Futai Academy does not offer similar courses. He can only learn by himself.

He went to Xie Shiyi to borrow the sword manual.

Xie Shiyi sat in the Yuqing Palace, his eyes coldly falling, and said: "I don't have a sword manual."

Yan Qing couldn't believe it, thinking that Xie Shiyi must have lied to him: "No sword manual? How can you, as the chief disciple of Wangqing Sect, not have a sword manual?"

Xie Shiyi did not explain that his skills were inherited from the ancient gods and he did not need these at all. He just asked, "What do you want the sword manual for?"

Yan Qing raised the sword in his hand and said as a matter of course: "Learn sword moves. Although I am just pretending to be a fighter with the sword, it doesn't mean I can't use any moves. When the Qingyun Conference comes, I will be standing on the stage and making a mess of the moves. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

Xie Shiyi smiled when he heard this, and asked softly: "Don't you think it's shameful for you to learn sword moves and practice them there?" He was originally against and disapproved of Yan Qing's participation in the Qingyun Conference.

Yan Qing: “…” Indeed. He would definitely not achieve any results by practicing hard before the battle.

Xie Shiyi is the best swordsman in the upper world. Using a sword in front of him would only bring humiliation to oneself.

However, Yan Qing was still serious and said with deep meaning: "Immortal Venerable, please don't use such an arrogant tone to humiliate a rising star in the way of swordsmanship. Do you know what it means to be in the east for thirty years and in the west for thirty years?"

"Okay." Xie Shiyi nodded and a sound transmission note appeared in his hand. He said calmly, "I'll wait."

He sent a message to Le Zhan, asking him to find a bunch of low-level sword manuals from the library and send them to Yuqing Peak.

Le Zhan didn't even need to think about it, he knew these were definitely prepared for his "disciple's wife".

Yan Qing began to study the sword manual every day in the school.

In his previous life, he had studied with Xie Shiyi in Dengxian Pavilion for ten years and had come into contact with swords, but he had long forgotten about it after getting used to the hundred-year soul thread.

Moreover, he was participating in the competition as a disciple of the Wangqing Sect, so he had to be familiar with the sect's swordsmanship, otherwise it would be easy to be exposed.

Frustrated, he slept in the mustard seed space, and only when he opened his eyes every day and saw the golden spirit stone could he comfort his inner sadness. After experiencing various psychological struggles, he finally accepted that his father was the leader of the Demon Realm in the past.

Bu Zhi mustered up the courage to stick his head out of the mustard seed space, but when his eyes fell on the book in Yan Qing's hand, his pitifully small head could only ask one question: "What is this? What are you reading?"

Yan Qing: "Look at the sword manual."

Buzhi felt as if his heart was being torn apart by a knife, and fluttered his wings wildly: "What about the book you bought with a spiritual stone?! You don't want to read it now?!"

"Hmm?" Yan Qing smiled after hearing what it said, and said lazily: "Thank you for reminding me, I just remembered that I haven't finished reading that storybook yet."

It just so happened that he was tired from studying.

Yan Qing rummaged through the drawer and took out the book "The Domineering Swordsman Falls in Love with Me" again.

Heng Bai was secretly monitoring him while teaching at the school podium.

Yan Qing simply hid the storybook under the cover of "Jiuxiao Sword Technique" and read it secretly.

Yan Qing actually had no interest in the plot of the book. He was simply interested in the character Jiao Gong, who was imagined by the world based on Xie Shiyi.

Reading every gentle and doting word that Murong Motian said in the book, Yan Qing found it ironic.

Xie Shiyi didn't even need to learn how to speak properly. If he were a mute, they wouldn't have quarreled so many times in the first place.

He is enjoying slacking off in class here.

Heng Bai was getting more and more unhappy on the podium, and he walked down from it directly, saying sarcastically: "We will set off for Fuhuamen tomorrow. I see Yan Qing is still studying the "Nine Heavens Sword Technique" so seriously, but what has he found out?"

Heng Bai snatched the book in front of Yan Qing.

Yan Qing was stunned.

He just read in the book that Murong Motian rescued his junior fellow apprentice from the hands of a rapist. The junior fellow apprentice was drugged and became limp and flushed. The plot was developing in a taboo way.

Yan Qing: “…”

What a coincidence.

This scene is very similar to being caught by the class teacher for reading pornographic books in modern times.

But between them, it was more like: a loyal maid discovered that her son-in-law dared to hide a pornographic picture under his pillow.

"Where have you read?" Seeing Yan Qing's strange expression, Heng Bai wanted to make things difficult for him, and sneered: "I have never seen a disciple who entered Futai Academy and still wants to read "Jiuxiao Sword Technique". You read for one class and just stopped at this page?" Heng Bai recited to the beginning: "Murong Motian slowly took off..." the clothes of his junior brother.

Heng Bai swallowed the last few words back. Instantly, his blood rushed to his heart, his round face flushed red, his ears also flushed red, and his eyes burst into flames!

He looked at Yan Qing with anger—disbelief, shock, and even more frustration.

—I feel it’s not worth it for Brother Xie!

What on earth was that thing that Senior Brother Xie brought back to Yuqing Peak? !

Brother Xie, do you know that this person's mind is full of these obscene and dirty things? !

Yan Qing: “…”

Yan Qing was speechless and held his forehead.

Help, he was really wronged this time.

In his previous life, he was notorious for being the Seventh Eunuch. He didn't expect that after his rebirth, his reputation would be ruined again because of a crappy book.

The vendor said slyly that it was a good movie and there was a surprise at the end. Is this the surprise? It was outrageous. There was only surprise but no joy.

Heng Bai was furious, but he also knew that it was indecent to say such things in public. He was so angry that he had a heart attack. He glared at Yan Qing, gnashing his teeth and speaking incoherently: "Yan Qing, you only read these things in class? What are you thinking about all day long! I want to tell you your true face, tell you..."

He wanted to tell Brother Xie.

But in the end, I couldn't say anything.

Because he had no qualifications to enter Yuqing Peak, and had no chance to talk to Senior Brother Xie at all.

Xie Shiyi's identity was too complicated. Even if they were from the same sect, it was impossible for him to have a simple fellow disciple relationship with others.

Heng Bai gritted his teeth and his face turned red, but he still couldn't come up with the rest of the story.

Yan Qing sighed softly and said, "Mr. Hengbai, don't be angry. I didn't buy this book." Now he was glad that Xie Shiyi was difficult for ordinary people to meet, otherwise he would have been really embarrassed.

Heng Bai: "You didn't buy it? Then who bought it?"

Yan Qing thought about it and made up a person to make Heng Bai shut up: "Miss."

Heng Bai: “…”

Heng Bai was so excited that he forgot his manners in front of his disciples: "You are talking nonsense! How could Senior Brother Xie buy such a vulgar thing!"

He raised the book high with great anger, and just as he finished speaking, he heard a cold voice coming from outside the window.

“What can’t I buy?”

Yan Qing: “…”

Heng Bai: “…”

Futai Academy was located deep in the bamboo forest. Everyone looked up and saw two people standing under the bamboos in the scattered light and shadows.

One of them was Tianshu, a kind-hearted man with white hair and eyebrows. His eyes fell on the arguing Yan Qing and Heng Bai. He frowned for a moment, looking embarrassed and puzzled: "Heng Bai, what are you doing?"

The other person's white clothes were whiter than snow, his black hair was like a waterfall, his cultivation was unfathomable, his expression was distant, and every strand of his hair seemed to carry a hint of coldness.

Heng Bai's tongue was tied: "Thank you, thank you, Senior Brother?"

Thank you, Senior Brother? For a moment, the whole room stared with wide eyes, dumbfounded, and silent.

Xie Shiyi reached out from the window, snatched the book from Heng Bai's hand, and his cold sleeves brushed across Yan Qing's desk.

Yan Qing looked at his snow-white sleeves and felt his eyes turn pale. In a hurry, he grabbed Xie Shiyi's sleeve and said, "Wait!"

Xie Shiyi stood by the window, did not struggle to break away from him, and looked over with lowered eyes.

One lowers his head, the other raises his head.

Although Yan Qing dared to read the storybook in front of Xie Shiyi, he would never dare to let Xie Shiyi see the pornographic book based on him.

She immediately gave him a brilliant and innocent smile: "Immortal Venerable, don't look. Such mortal creatures should not insult the eyes of the Immortal Venerable."

Xie Shiyi said coldly: "No insult."

Yan Qing hurriedly said, "What are you doing here, Immortal Venerable? Why are you wasting time here? Old Tianshu, Old Tianshu—" Yan Qing went straight to grab the old man and said, "Quick, why don't you take the Immortal Venerable to do your business?"

"This, this Young Master Yan, Du Wei and I are here for the Qingyun Conference..."

Tianshu was really in a dilemma.

Xie Shiyi looked at him with his glass-like eyes and said calmly, "You don't have to hide anything. I will know what I want to know."

"..." Yan Qing: "Actually, I didn't write anything. Didn't I tell you everything yesterday?"

Xie Shiyi asked: "Who is the eldest lady?"

Yan Qing: “…”

At this moment, Yan Qing hated Heng Bai so much! Why did you play a vicious maid so vividly! It made me have so many associations and immersed myself in the script of the son-in-law and couldn't get out!

While Yan Qing was distracted, Xie Shiyi took the book from his hand.

He read a few more pages and turned a few more. His eyes were cold and his expression did not change from beginning to end.

Yan Qing and Heng Bai suffocated together.

Hengbai felt more suffocated than him.

When Heng Bai thought of the contents of the book, he wanted to strangle Yan Qing! Although the protagonist in the book was called Murong Motian, anyone could tell that it was about Senior Brother Xie. Folk stories based on Senior Brother Xie had been popular in the cultivation world for a long time, and Heng Bai had always felt ashamed of them, but there were too many to burn, so he just ignored them and didn't feel annoyed.

I never thought that such low-class things would be brought into the Wangqing Sect.

Since the stunning glimpse of Xie Shiyi at the Qingyun Conference a hundred years ago, few people in the cultivation world have seen him again. But many things about Xie Shiyi have still been spread, such as his black hair and snow-white clothes, his sword of no regrets, and a mole on his right wrist bone.

Murong Motian also has this mole in the book.

The words are filled with the author's affectionate, sexy and ambiguous admiration.

In that plot, the junior brother forced himself on Murong Motian, and after taking the aphrodisiac, he lost all his mind and wanted to kiss Murong Motian.

Murong Motian frowned and stretched out his hand to stop him. The moment he stretched out his hand, his sleeve slipped down, revealing the mole on his wrist bone. The junior apprentice grabbed his hand directly, blushed, softened in his arms, and kissed the mole obsessively, sticking out his tongue softly...

Ah no! Heng Bai was about to be angry again. Thinking of his pure and innocent Senior Brother Xie, whose eyes were about to be polluted by such things, he wanted to strangle Yan Qing.

Yan Qing didn't know what was written in the book, and waited for a while in fear. Later, seeing Xie Shiyi's calm expression, he felt that the content of the book was not very explicit. He said with a guilty conscience: "Xianzun, have you finished reading it? Did you return the book to me?"

Xie Shiyi paused on a certain page and asked casually, "Give it back to you?"

Yan Qing: "Yeah, I haven't finished reading it yet."

Xie Shiyi smiled gently: "Do you want to continue watching?"

Yan Qing looked at Xie Shiyi's expression again.

In their previous life, they passed by brothels and every time Xie Shiyi dressed as fast as the wind, and treated rouge and powder as air.

Royal branches and jade leaves are royal branches and jade leaves, they are very noble in nature, they are too lazy to even look at Yun Huanyu because they think she is dirty.

If the subsequent plot in the book was really unbearable to watch, Xie Shiyi would have destroyed the book calmly and would not have communicated with him like this.

It seems that nothing was written.

Yan Qing felt that this made sense, so he calmed down and started to say, "Yes. Aren't storybooks used to kill time?" He didn't offend Xie Shiyi yesterday, so now he was confident and smiled slightly, "Also, Senior Brother Xie, do you feel that Senior Brother Murong in the book is somewhat familiar? When I read this, I always accidentally put myself in your shoes."

After all, it is really hard to imagine the words in the book coming out of Xie Shiyi's mouth.

"Little Junior Brother, don't be afraid, I will protect you." "Little Junior Brother, you are very beautiful." "Little Junior Brother, you are so handsome, how can I bear to refuse you."

Hahahahahahaha.

Heng Bai: “…”

Heng Bai was so angry that he was about to suffer internal injuries.

How dare Yan Qing insult Senior Brother Xie like this!

Xie Shiyi retracted his gaze and did not close the book, but directly passed it to Yan Qing's desk from the window. The distance was quite far, and his sleeves, which were piled up like snow, were also pulled down a few inches, revealing his delicate wrists. Xie Shiyi was very close, so Yan Qing could see clearly that there was a very faint mole on his wrist bone.

In fact, Yan Qing discovered this mole in his previous life and was quite shocked at the time.

Yan Qing took the book.

Just then, Xie Shiyi's voice came from above his head: "Substitute me? Does it also include this mole?" His tone was very calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. He said, "Junior apprentice brother."

Upon hearing this, Yan Qing looked up and met Xie Shiyi's eyes which were looking down. Their eyes were deep, cold and dark, like a lake covered with snow for years.

Yan Qing didn't understand and blinked in confusion.

Xie Shiyi smiled softly, withdrew his hand, said nothing more, turned to Tianshu and said, "Uncle Master, go get the list."

Tianshu didn't want to be caught between Yan Qing and Xie Shiyi at all, so he quickly responded, "Okay, okay."

After Xie Shiyi turned and left.

Heng Bai's face was twisted with anger, and he was furious: "Yan Qing! How dare you, how dare you-"

Before he could finish his words, Tianshu shouted, "Hengbai, hurry up, come out and help me."

Heng Bai swallowed back his anger, glared at Yan Qing, and left in a huff.

Yan Qing was confused.

There is nothing written in the script.

This little girl is really pure.

"Isn't it just a storybook? I read it to your eldest daughter myself yesterday. Why are you so angry?" Yan Qing secretly complained to Heng Bai.

As a result, when he took the book back, it happened to be the page that Xie Shiyi had last read.

In an instant, his expression changed drastically.

He had seen this mole many times. It always appeared when his senior brother held a sword, wrote a pen, or played chess. It was dotted on his cold wrist bone, like a suggestive invitation. Only this time, it was so close. He was drugged, his body softened into a pool of water, and he was burning with desire, craving for something. And his senior brother was his antidote. The junior brother had an obsessed look in his eyes, and he collapsed, holding the hand that his senior brother stretched out to hold his shoulder, and kissed the mole devoutly...

Yan Qing: “…”

Yan Qing: “…”