Tianji Pavilion had an abundance of stations, so Wang Wenyuan’s whereabouts was uncertain, however it was possible to contact him via a special set of communication methods within the Sect.
It was quiet all around, except for the sound of water splashing from the indoor fountain.
The metal frame of this iron cage was extremely special, as the metal had a special needle enclosed inside that was a spiritual device specifically used for sealing monks. Although the craftsmanship looked mediocre, the effectiveness was impressive.
Wang Wenyuan sat on the side, the clipped wing parrot perched on his folding fan tilted its head looking at him, shaking its head and flapping what was left of its wings. He picked up a gold and jade pipe teasing the bird with it, and said casually: “Since Zen Master refuses to speak, then listen to my divination.”
The parrot was surrounded by the smoke from his pipe, as if it had a button on it which flipped on, it suddenly stood up on one foot, and said: No time left on his life! No time left on his life! Ling Xiao Sect will fall! His life is also at its end!”
The Zen Master Ming Jing who was sitting in the cage slowly raised his eyes and looked at the Pavilion Lord of Tianji Pavilion, who was dressed in Daoist robes and looked particularly unscrupulous.
Seeing him looking up, Wang Wenyuan smiled and said, “Zen Master, is it correct what it said?”
Ming Jing’s hands and feet were all bound up by chains, so tightly that they were cutting into his skin, making blood slowly drip down the chains. The disciples of Lan Re Temple traveled all year round. After his departure from Dan Xin Monastery and from Jiang Xianzun, he had re-entered the mortal realm alone… but he never expected that someone had been tracking him.
The long fabric covering over his conical bamboo hat had been picked up by Wang Wenyuan, revealing the Buddhist mark between his eyebrows which glowed faintly. After staring into the empty for a moment, Ming Jing said: “Wang Shizhu1, why must you do this.”
Wang Wenyuan ignored him and teased the bird, and did not answer. Instead, he grabbed the pipe and knocked it on the parrot’s head. The flightless bird immediately jumped twice and tilted his head again and said: “Turbulent times ahead! After his death, the world will be in chaos!”
The parrot talked more frantically and chaotically, and finally flapped its crooked wings, but couldn’t fly, and fell into the palm of Wang Wenyuan’s hand.
Wang Wenyuan stared at the bird, curled his lips and smiled for a while, it was not known why he was smiling, but then he finally said: “I made a mistake previously on my divinations, so I have to confirm this with you, Zen Master. I don’t want to provoke the secluded Lan Re Temple. Please Zen Master, could you prioritise your own safety first, don’t pull any of this righteousness in the world cr*p, I don’t like listening to that.”
The mistake he was referring to was the time in Dan Xin Monastery. Because of a misreading of the divinations, Yu Jinnian had caused him some trouble. He had left something on Wang Moxuan’s body, whilst Yu Jinnian had also left something out of the antidote to the Cylindrical Heart Powder, so that the poison on his body had still not been completely remedied.
But he didn’t seem to be too bothered by this, as if he seemed to be enjoying this game played with Yu Jinnian.
Ming Jing watched him silently, then looked down at the blood staining his hands and feet, and said abruptly: “Old Pavilion Lord Wang died during the suppression of the demons.”
His tone of voice was calm and unwavering, which made Wang Wenyuan, who had always been slow reacting and unflustered, narrow his eyes slightly.
That was not only the battle where the Old Pavilion Lord died, but it was also the battle where Jiang Zheliu’s reputation had reached its peak. At that time, it was not long after Zhu Wenyuan’s death, Jiang Zheliu had a profound cultivation and a far-reaching reputation, but he was still young. Therefore, that battle was led by the previous Pavilion Lord of Tianji Pavilion, and the Head of the four Immortal Sect at that time, but the Old Pavilion Lord was severely injured due to a sneak attack from the demons, and following that Jiang Zheliu took over the affairs of the Cultivation World.
And from then on, he became the Head of the Immortal Sects that everyone admired and respected.
“When the Old Pavilion Lord was gravely injured, Jiang Xianzun guarded him for three days and three nights, almost exhausting his spiritual energy.” Zen Master Ming Jing looked at him and said, “Why do you not value friendship.”
Wang Wenyuan played with the folding fan in his hand, and said without a smile: “I advise Zen Master not to investigate too deeply into these grudges, otherwise it will ruin your respect for Jiang Xianzun.”
Ming Jing stayed silent for a while, then saw the person in front of him had pulled up a chair and sat in front of him, and said, “You only need to tell me the divination results of Lan Re Temple’s karmic deduction method. I do not wish to make things difficult for a secular disciple.”
Ming Jing had been stealthily attacked and then stuffed into the cage. To make sure that he would not escape, there were many wounds with swords and other spiritual devices fixed in place upon his body. The blood stains had already dried up, creating dark red patches.
He bowed his head and recited one of Buddha’s names: “Amitabha.”
It seemed that he had no intention of talking.
This was as Wang Wenyuan had expected, he stretched out his hand and slid his arm in between the iron bars, sliding his fingertips slowly over the other’s plain white monk robe.
“The Buddhist cultivators of Lan Re Temple all have pure yang bodies.” His fingers stopped on the buddha beads on the other’s chest, “The female cultivators of the demonic sects should really like this.”
Ming Jing suddenly looked up, facing Wang Wenyuan’s smiling ink black pupils.
“Zen Master,” he retracted his hand, “I really don’t want to hurt you, so don’t make me….. Do anything that will damage your spiritual development2.”
————
Zhongnan Mountain.
After the heavy snow, there was a night rain that continued for two days. Although it was light, it lingered on throughout the night, melting the heavy snow before, and condensing it into a thin frost.
His temperature had somewhat risen again and the new medicine made by Yu Jinnian had indeed achieved better results. It was now packed in icy jade bottles that were like snowflakes, a thin layer of red paper stuck around the bottles, and then left on the table.
The pill bottle was very beautiful, and the medicine did not even taste bitter, exuding a light fragrance from the inside out.
Yu Jinnian sat in front of his patient who refused to cooperate.
“What do you have to worry about. From just Devil Lord Wenren’s ‘pride’, could it really ruin you?” Yu Jinnian had worked hard to refine a new medicine, although this bottle of medicine had no effect on his long-term healing, it could temporarily increase his physical strength. The medicine was mild, and would not damage his body. “You have been burning like this for nine days. If something happens, don’t come and ask me for help, there’ll be no cure. This won’t be my problem.”
Jiang Zheliu had been getting more and more tired lately, and he was finding it quite difficult to keep focus. He quietly listened to Yu Jinnian, not knowing how to explain to him the issue, and only after a long time he said: “The way that devils copulate……”
“I know.” Yu Jinnian had an indecent look on his face, which immediately vanished in the next instant, seemingly worried he persuaded, “It’s okay, we have been studying this for a long time, Wenren Ye would never do anything that would harm you. Even if you really can’t get used to it, you can start with… uh, rubbing?”
Jiang Zheliu didn’t know how the other had so brazenly came out with all this. He stared at Yu Jinnian for a while, and said, “You seem to be looking forward to it.”
“*Cough*.” The Divine Sage of Medicine who was well read in erotic literature coughed once, and then explained: “I’m not that looking forward to it… I just feel this could even happen to Jiang Xianzun, it seems quite… funny.”
Such poor taste.
Jiang Zheliu slowly lowered his head and drank a sip of tea, his tone of voice was unwavered: “You’re happy now but if I really agree to it, then you can take care of my corpse tonight.”
“How could it be so serious…” Yu Jinnian called him out on making a fuss out of nothing. “Don’t the devils still have children? Look at Chang Qian, isn’t it also mixed race?”
Jiang Zheliu was somewhat conflicted, but the main problem was not sleeping with the little devil, but it was because his thing was really unacceptable: “Yes, it’s very serious.”
That thing could pierce through him.
No way, holding his life was more important.
The Heavenly Spirit Body had been burning for nine days straight, it was as dry as a piece of jade burning up in a fire. He still had a headache when he said this, his brain jumped suddenly, he couldn’t help but stretch out his hand and rubbed his temples for a while, closing his eyes, he continued: “You don’t understand… Although the devils are not particularly bright, they still have their own special points.”
Yu Jinnian was taken aback for a moment: “What speciality?”
The devils all looked tall and stupid, as well as reckless and rude, it didn’t seem as if they had any special talents.
Jiang Zheliu glanced over at him.
Yu Jinnian’s mind seemed to have been hit by some strange information, and he was silent for a short while, then he reached out and pushed the pill bottle forward again, hesitating and said: “No matter how hard it is, he also has needs, don’t you see that this great devil is staying by your side everyday and suffering with you, it can’t go on like this…. Of course it’s not only for this reason, your body really can’t continue to burn like this anymore. The rate of your blood flow is becoming slower and slower, I guess you can feel that yourself?”
Jiang Zheliu actually did feel it.
Looking at his reaction, Yu Jinnian knew that he was also aware of it, and he felt relieved, and then said: “Just have a go with Lord Wenren. If it works, that would be the best, if there is no way…”
His words suddenly paused, Jiang Zheliu wasn’t sure what he had thought of, but the other took out a brocade box from his storage device, his expression was very distressed: “Ask him to let you… adjust to it.”
In fact, his speech was quite implicit and not too direct.
Jiang Zheliu frowned slightly, not knowing what the other had brought out, and reached out his hand to undo the brass lock on the brocade box, and opened the lid to take a look.
His fingers froze suddenly, the knuckles that were pressing outside the brocade box began to use a little more force, the joints were slowly turning light pink, whilst his fingertips had turned red.
Yu Jinnian felt that it was for his sake, a handsome but nosy face leaned forward, and said sincerely: “It’s all good warm jade, and it gets hot when you touch it. It might even feel better than the Devil Lord’s. Your physique just wants you to act, and it doesn’t distinguish between real people and props…”
Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Zheliu retract his hand, and plonked the teacup down with his other hand making a crisp sound.
If it weren’t for Jiang Zheliu who still remembered that he was a senior, then perhaps this cup of tea would not be put on the table so securely.
The words of Yu Jinnian came to an abrupt end, he chuckled, and said: “About this, take care of it yourself then, I need to go back and help the little mute unblock his meridians.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately got up and left the little pinehouse, not giving Jiang Zheliu a chance to get mad.
But since Jiang Zheliu retired, his temper had always been good, and he didn’t get angry very often. He glanced at the brocade box again, and saw the warm jade had thin and coarse ridges upon it. The colour was soft and lustrous, and it seemed to be of good quality, but the purpose was too much for him to accept.
Jiang Zheliu ignored it. He had a terrible headache. He didn’t even take a few sips of the medicine that Ah-Chu had brought, he just went back behind the screen and to rest.
Until that night, when Wenren Ye came back.
Wenren Ye seemed to be busy lately. He was often absent during the day, and only returned to the little pinehouse when it was nightfall. And he’d only stay a short while the next day, and returned to the Devil Realm shortly after Jiang Zheliu woke up.
It rained that night in Zhongnan Mountain. It was a cold rain. There were bouts of snow with the rain, the weather was strange, so cold that it could seep into their bones.
The windows upstairs were closed, and the small furnace was lit all year round, making sporadic crackling noises. The candle flame shook, dragging out a soft and faint shadow.
Wenren Ye untied his outer cloak. The cloak was covered with rain, and still carried the chill from the outside. He left his cloak at the door, and then adjusted his body temperature before entering into the room.
There was a bottle of medicine on the table, which Yu Jinnian had told him before. It was well refined, with a clear sweet fragrance, and didn’t smell like medicine.
He picked up the cold jade medicine bottle, and then glanced at the slightly open brocade box next to him, his eyes suddenly locked onto the contents.
……This.
This was a bit of a test to the devil’s brain capacity and way of thinking.
He slowly rolled his Adam’s apple, then picked up the brocade box, lifted the lid, and glanced more closely at the contents inside.
……Oh so it’s like this.
…..He understood.
Wenren Ye immediately completed the conversation between the two in his mind, took a deep breath, and felt that he must not disappoint Jiang Zheliu. Then he was so nervous that he almost toppled over, he calmed his mind before holding the brocade box and heading behind the screen.
He could see a spread of snow white upon the bed, and even his hair and clothes were all white and tidy without any dust. His long hair was a cold, lustrous white, and fell softly, resting on his shoulders.
Wenren Ye’s throat tightened, and he didn’t know why he was nervous. But in short, he was super nervous. He sat on the edge of the bed, took off his boots, reached into the quilt, and slowly wrapped his body around the other’s shoulders.
The scent of pine and cypress slowly surrounded the other, familiar and reassuring.
Jiang Zheliu did not wake up, but lowered his head into the quilt, pressing into the other’s arm and continued to sleep.
Since Jiang Zheliu had been injured and was still recuperating, recently Wenren Ye had mainly seen him sleeping, but whenever and however he saw him, his heart would always be beating strongly and filled with love.
Even if Jiang Zheliu was just sleeping, he could still watch him eagerly all day long.
Wenren Ye lowered his head, rubbed his forehead with his devilish horns which had revealed themselves, making the other slowly open his eyes still in a sleepy daze, and then he put the pill in the cold jade medicine bottle in his mouth and kissed him.
There is no room for refusal. It was not known what this pill was made of, perhaps too much licorice root had been added, but it was super sweet, and it melted as soon as it entered his mouth, bringing with it a little coolness that flowed down the throat.
On the surface, it seemed as if Jiang Zheliu was fully awake, but he hadn’t actually recovered his senses yet. He subconsciously thought it was a special candied fruit or preserved fruit that Wenren Ye had brought back for him. He hadn’t thought that it was actually medicine. After swallowing it, he just felt that it was extremely sweet. With his eyes closed, he leaned in closer, chasing Wenren Ye’s lips to lick the edge.
So cute.
Wenren Ye was like a big cat that had smelled the catnip, and he was completely delirious. He lowered his head to bite Jiang Zheliu lightly, and then asked, “Do you want more?”
“……En.”
Jiang Zheliu had had a headache all day long, he was weak all over, without much energy, he leaned into Wenren Ye’s arms, closed his eyes, and responded.
Wenren Ye was overjoyed, making his brain disconnect, and then making him come to the wrong conclusion and completely misunderstood the other party’s meaning, he was actually thinking that the little willow tree was determined to fight him.
His thoughts were a bit childish, but the actions did not slow at all.
Jiang Zheliu tasted the sweetness again, and he only finally recovered his senses at this time, and asked: “…What is this?”
“It’s medicine.” The little devil held him, whilst looking at him with bright eyes, and very energetically replied. “Don’t worry. It won’t hurt.”
…What won’t hurt… the medicine…?
Jiang Zheliu’s thoughts circulated sluggishly for a while, and it took a long time for him to actually connect the dots, before he suddenly understood the other’s meaning. Before he could retreat, his body was embraced tightly.
The little devil was a little bit impatient but shy. Although he didn’t know why he was shy, this shyness was just right, not deliberate at all, it was filled with the vigour …… of youth.
He said. “I understand what you want! I will try starting with the smallest one. Yu Jinnian gave me several types of ointments. I don’t know which one you like?… Or let’s try them all…”
Jiang Zheliu’s mind was buzzing and he was suddenly completely awake.
Tianji Pavilion had an abundance of stations, so Wang Wenyuan’s whereabouts was uncertain, however it was possible to contact him via a special set of communication methods within the Sect.
It was quiet all around, except for the sound of water splashing from the indoor fountain.
The metal frame of this iron cage was extremely special, as the metal had a special needle enclosed inside that was a spiritual device specifically used for sealing monks. Although the craftsmanship looked mediocre, the effectiveness was impressive.
Wang Wenyuan sat on the side, the clipped wing parrot perched on his folding fan tilted its head looking at him, shaking its head and flapping what was left of its wings. He picked up a gold and jade pipe teasing the bird with it, and said casually: “Since Zen Master refuses to speak, then listen to my divination.”
The parrot was surrounded by the smoke from his pipe, as if it had a button on it which flipped on, it suddenly stood up on one foot, and said: No time left on his life! No time left on his life! Ling Xiao Sect will fall! His life is also at its end!”
The Zen Master Ming Jing who was sitting in the cage slowly raised his eyes and looked at the Pavilion Lord of Tianji Pavilion, who was dressed in Daoist robes and looked particularly unscrupulous.
Seeing him looking up, Wang Wenyuan smiled and said, “Zen Master, is it correct what it said?”
Ming Jing’s hands and feet were all bound up by chains, so tightly that they were cutting into his skin, making blood slowly drip down the chains. The disciples of Lan Re Temple traveled all year round. After his departure from Dan Xin Monastery and from Jiang Xianzun, he had re-entered the mortal realm alone… but he never expected that someone had been tracking him.
The long fabric covering over his conical bamboo hat had been picked up by Wang Wenyuan, revealing the Buddhist mark between his eyebrows which glowed faintly. After staring into the empty for a moment, Ming Jing said: “Wang Shizhu1, why must you do this.”
Wang Wenyuan ignored him and teased the bird, and did not answer. Instead, he grabbed the pipe and knocked it on the parrot’s head. The flightless bird immediately jumped twice and tilted his head again and said: “Turbulent times ahead! After his death, the world will be in chaos!”
The parrot talked more frantically and chaotically, and finally flapped its crooked wings, but couldn’t fly, and fell into the palm of Wang Wenyuan’s hand.
Wang Wenyuan stared at the bird, curled his lips and smiled for a while, it was not known why he was smiling, but then he finally said: “I made a mistake previously on my divinations, so I have to confirm this with you, Zen Master. I don’t want to provoke the secluded Lan Re Temple. Please Zen Master, could you prioritise your own safety first, don’t pull any of this righteousness in the world cr*p, I don’t like listening to that.”
The mistake he was referring to was the time in Dan Xin Monastery. Because of a misreading of the divinations, Yu Jinnian had caused him some trouble. He had left something on Wang Moxuan’s body, whilst Yu Jinnian had also left something out of the antidote to the Cylindrical Heart Powder, so that the poison on his body had still not been completely remedied.
But he didn’t seem to be too bothered by this, as if he seemed to be enjoying this game played with Yu Jinnian.
Ming Jing watched him silently, then looked down at the blood staining his hands and feet, and said abruptly: “Old Pavilion Lord Wang died during the suppression of the demons.”
His tone of voice was calm and unwavering, which made Wang Wenyuan, who had always been slow reacting and unflustered, narrow his eyes slightly.
That was not only the battle where the Old Pavilion Lord died, but it was also the battle where Jiang Zheliu’s reputation had reached its peak. At that time, it was not long after Zhu Wenyuan’s death, Jiang Zheliu had a profound cultivation and a far-reaching reputation, but he was still young. Therefore, that battle was led by the previous Pavilion Lord of Tianji Pavilion, and the Head of the four Immortal Sect at that time, but the Old Pavilion Lord was severely injured due to a sneak attack from the demons, and following that Jiang Zheliu took over the affairs of the Cultivation World.
And from then on, he became the Head of the Immortal Sects that everyone admired and respected.
“When the Old Pavilion Lord was gravely injured, Jiang Xianzun guarded him for three days and three nights, almost exhausting his spiritual energy.” Zen Master Ming Jing looked at him and said, “Why do you not value friendship.”
Wang Wenyuan played with the folding fan in his hand, and said without a smile: “I advise Zen Master not to investigate too deeply into these grudges, otherwise it will ruin your respect for Jiang Xianzun.”
Ming Jing stayed silent for a while, then saw the person in front of him had pulled up a chair and sat in front of him, and said, “You only need to tell me the divination results of Lan Re Temple’s karmic deduction method. I do not wish to make things difficult for a secular disciple.”
Ming Jing had been stealthily attacked and then stuffed into the cage. To make sure that he would not escape, there were many wounds with swords and other spiritual devices fixed in place upon his body. The blood stains had already dried up, creating dark red patches.
He bowed his head and recited one of Buddha’s names: “Amitabha.”
It seemed that he had no intention of talking.
This was as Wang Wenyuan had expected, he stretched out his hand and slid his arm in between the iron bars, sliding his fingertips slowly over the other’s plain white monk robe.
“The Buddhist cultivators of Lan Re Temple all have pure yang bodies.” His fingers stopped on the buddha beads on the other’s chest, “The female cultivators of the demonic sects should really like this.”
Ming Jing suddenly looked up, facing Wang Wenyuan’s smiling ink black pupils.
“Zen Master,” he retracted his hand, “I really don’t want to hurt you, so don’t make me….. Do anything that will damage your spiritual development2.”
————
Zhongnan Mountain.
After the heavy snow, there was a night rain that continued for two days. Although it was light, it lingered on throughout the night, melting the heavy snow before, and condensing it into a thin frost.
His temperature had somewhat risen again and the new medicine made by Yu Jinnian had indeed achieved better results. It was now packed in icy jade bottles that were like snowflakes, a thin layer of red paper stuck around the bottles, and then left on the table.
The pill bottle was very beautiful, and the medicine did not even taste bitter, exuding a light fragrance from the inside out.
Yu Jinnian sat in front of his patient who refused to cooperate.
“What do you have to worry about. From just Devil Lord Wenren’s ‘pride’, could it really ruin you?” Yu Jinnian had worked hard to refine a new medicine, although this bottle of medicine had no effect on his long-term healing, it could temporarily increase his physical strength. The medicine was mild, and would not damage his body. “You have been burning like this for nine days. If something happens, don’t come and ask me for help, there’ll be no cure. This won’t be my problem.”
Jiang Zheliu had been getting more and more tired lately, and he was finding it quite difficult to keep focus. He quietly listened to Yu Jinnian, not knowing how to explain to him the issue, and only after a long time he said: “The way that devils copulate……”
“I know.” Yu Jinnian had an indecent look on his face, which immediately vanished in the next instant, seemingly worried he persuaded, “It’s okay, we have been studying this for a long time, Wenren Ye would never do anything that would harm you. Even if you really can’t get used to it, you can start with… uh, rubbing?”
Jiang Zheliu didn’t know how the other had so brazenly came out with all this. He stared at Yu Jinnian for a while, and said, “You seem to be looking forward to it.”
“*Cough*.” The Divine Sage of Medicine who was well read in erotic literature coughed once, and then explained: “I’m not that looking forward to it… I just feel this could even happen to Jiang Xianzun, it seems quite… funny.”
Such poor taste.
Jiang Zheliu slowly lowered his head and drank a sip of tea, his tone of voice was unwavered: “You’re happy now but if I really agree to it, then you can take care of my corpse tonight.”
“How could it be so serious…” Yu Jinnian called him out on making a fuss out of nothing. “Don’t the devils still have children? Look at Chang Qian, isn’t it also mixed race?”
Jiang Zheliu was somewhat conflicted, but the main problem was not sleeping with the little devil, but it was because his thing was really unacceptable: “Yes, it’s very serious.”
That thing could pierce through him.
No way, holding his life was more important.
The Heavenly Spirit Body had been burning for nine days straight, it was as dry as a piece of jade burning up in a fire. He still had a headache when he said this, his brain jumped suddenly, he couldn’t help but stretch out his hand and rubbed his temples for a while, closing his eyes, he continued: “You don’t understand… Although the devils are not particularly bright, they still have their own special points.”
Yu Jinnian was taken aback for a moment: “What speciality?”
The devils all looked tall and stupid, as well as reckless and rude, it didn’t seem as if they had any special talents.
Jiang Zheliu glanced over at him.
Yu Jinnian’s mind seemed to have been hit by some strange information, and he was silent for a short while, then he reached out and pushed the pill bottle forward again, hesitating and said: “No matter how hard it is, he also has needs, don’t you see that this great devil is staying by your side everyday and suffering with you, it can’t go on like this…. Of course it’s not only for this reason, your body really can’t continue to burn like this anymore. The rate of your blood flow is becoming slower and slower, I guess you can feel that yourself?”
Jiang Zheliu actually did feel it.
Looking at his reaction, Yu Jinnian knew that he was also aware of it, and he felt relieved, and then said: “Just have a go with Lord Wenren. If it works, that would be the best, if there is no way…”
His words suddenly paused, Jiang Zheliu wasn’t sure what he had thought of, but the other took out a brocade box from his storage device, his expression was very distressed: “Ask him to let you… adjust to it.”
In fact, his speech was quite implicit and not too direct.
Jiang Zheliu frowned slightly, not knowing what the other had brought out, and reached out his hand to undo the brass lock on the brocade box, and opened the lid to take a look.
His fingers froze suddenly, the knuckles that were pressing outside the brocade box began to use a little more force, the joints were slowly turning light pink, whilst his fingertips had turned red.
Yu Jinnian felt that it was for his sake, a handsome but nosy face leaned forward, and said sincerely: “It’s all good warm jade, and it gets hot when you touch it. It might even feel better than the Devil Lord’s. Your physique just wants you to act, and it doesn’t distinguish between real people and props…”
Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Zheliu retract his hand, and plonked the teacup down with his other hand making a crisp sound.
If it weren’t for Jiang Zheliu who still remembered that he was a senior, then perhaps this cup of tea would not be put on the table so securely.
The words of Yu Jinnian came to an abrupt end, he chuckled, and said: “About this, take care of it yourself then, I need to go back and help the little mute unblock his meridians.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately got up and left the little pinehouse, not giving Jiang Zheliu a chance to get mad.
But since Jiang Zheliu retired, his temper had always been good, and he didn’t get angry very often. He glanced at the brocade box again, and saw the warm jade had thin and coarse ridges upon it. The colour was soft and lustrous, and it seemed to be of good quality, but the purpose was too much for him to accept.
Jiang Zheliu ignored it. He had a terrible headache. He didn’t even take a few sips of the medicine that Ah-Chu had brought, he just went back behind the screen and to rest.
Until that night, when Wenren Ye came back.
Wenren Ye seemed to be busy lately. He was often absent during the day, and only returned to the little pinehouse when it was nightfall. And he’d only stay a short while the next day, and returned to the Devil Realm shortly after Jiang Zheliu woke up.
It rained that night in Zhongnan Mountain. It was a cold rain. There were bouts of snow with the rain, the weather was strange, so cold that it could seep into their bones.
The windows upstairs were closed, and the small furnace was lit all year round, making sporadic crackling noises. The candle flame shook, dragging out a soft and faint shadow.
Wenren Ye untied his outer cloak. The cloak was covered with rain, and still carried the chill from the outside. He left his cloak at the door, and then adjusted his body temperature before entering into the room.
There was a bottle of medicine on the table, which Yu Jinnian had told him before. It was well refined, with a clear sweet fragrance, and didn’t smell like medicine.
He picked up the cold jade medicine bottle, and then glanced at the slightly open brocade box next to him, his eyes suddenly locked onto the contents.
……This.
This was a bit of a test to the devil’s brain capacity and way of thinking.
He slowly rolled his Adam’s apple, then picked up the brocade box, lifted the lid, and glanced more closely at the contents inside.
……Oh so it’s like this.
…..He understood.
Wenren Ye immediately completed the conversation between the two in his mind, took a deep breath, and felt that he must not disappoint Jiang Zheliu. Then he was so nervous that he almost toppled over, he calmed his mind before holding the brocade box and heading behind the screen.
He could see a spread of snow white upon the bed, and even his hair and clothes were all white and tidy without any dust. His long hair was a cold, lustrous white, and fell softly, resting on his shoulders.
Wenren Ye’s throat tightened, and he didn’t know why he was nervous. But in short, he was super nervous. He sat on the edge of the bed, took off his boots, reached into the quilt, and slowly wrapped his body around the other’s shoulders.
The scent of pine and cypress slowly surrounded the other, familiar and reassuring.
Jiang Zheliu did not wake up, but lowered his head into the quilt, pressing into the other’s arm and continued to sleep.
Since Jiang Zheliu had been injured and was still recuperating, recently Wenren Ye had mainly seen him sleeping, but whenever and however he saw him, his heart would always be beating strongly and filled with love.
Even if Jiang Zheliu was just sleeping, he could still watch him eagerly all day long.
Wenren Ye lowered his head, rubbed his forehead with his devilish horns which had revealed themselves, making the other slowly open his eyes still in a sleepy daze, and then he put the pill in the cold jade medicine bottle in his mouth and kissed him.
There is no room for refusal. It was not known what this pill was made of, perhaps too much licorice root had been added, but it was super sweet, and it melted as soon as it entered his mouth, bringing with it a little coolness that flowed down the throat.
On the surface, it seemed as if Jiang Zheliu was fully awake, but he hadn’t actually recovered his senses yet. He subconsciously thought it was a special candied fruit or preserved fruit that Wenren Ye had brought back for him. He hadn’t thought that it was actually medicine. After swallowing it, he just felt that it was extremely sweet. With his eyes closed, he leaned in closer, chasing Wenren Ye’s lips to lick the edge.
So cute.
Wenren Ye was like a big cat that had smelled the catnip, and he was completely delirious. He lowered his head to bite Jiang Zheliu lightly, and then asked, “Do you want more?”
“……En.”
Jiang Zheliu had had a headache all day long, he was weak all over, without much energy, he leaned into Wenren Ye’s arms, closed his eyes, and responded.
Wenren Ye was overjoyed, making his brain disconnect, and then making him come to the wrong conclusion and completely misunderstood the other party’s meaning, he was actually thinking that the little willow tree was determined to fight him.
His thoughts were a bit childish, but the actions did not slow at all.
Jiang Zheliu tasted the sweetness again, and he only finally recovered his senses at this time, and asked: “…What is this?”
“It’s medicine.” The little devil held him, whilst looking at him with bright eyes, and very energetically replied. “Don’t worry. It won’t hurt.”
…What won’t hurt… the medicine…?
Jiang Zheliu’s thoughts circulated sluggishly for a while, and it took a long time for him to actually connect the dots, before he suddenly understood the other’s meaning. Before he could retreat, his body was embraced tightly.
The little devil was a little bit impatient but shy. Although he didn’t know why he was shy, this shyness was just right, not deliberate at all, it was filled with the vigour …… of youth.
He said. “I understand what you want! I will try starting with the smallest one. Yu Jinnian gave me several types of ointments. I don’t know which one you like?… Or let’s try them all…”
Jiang Zheliu’s mind was buzzing and he was suddenly completely awake.
