bookcurios Chapter 203 Bonfire Party
Chapter 203 Bonfire Party
Shangguan Wei's face was grim. "Are you threatening me?"
The man in black robe raised his hand, stretched out a shriveled, pale finger and shook it.
“This is my sincere advice.”
"Everyone has already set off. I think they will all arrive soon. Since Patriarch Shangguan is not feeling well, he should not go out to entertain guests. We will arrange everything."
After hearing this, Shangguan Wei, who was originally a little surprised and doubtful, calmed down instantly.
It seems that the man in black robe only knows that he went out, but he still doesn't know what he did or who he met.
He said this now only because he was worried about him and came to give him a warning.
After figuring it out, Shangguan Wei's expression eased a little.
"My Shangguan family will not be involved in this matter. You can do as you please."
"If I'm not mistaken, Venerable Xing Heng should lead the team this time. I hope you don't get yourself into trouble."
The man in black robe stood up and said, "Master Shangguan, you don't need to worry about this."
After saying that, the figure disappeared directly in the room.
Shangguan Wei raised his hand and swept the teacup that had been moved by the man in black robe to the ground, then closed his eyes and calmed himself.
But within a few breaths, he returned to his previous indifferent appearance and called for someone to come in and pick up the broken pieces of the teacup.
……
On the flying boat, Chu Xinglan was lying in a small, secluded place and fell asleep without knowing when.
But his furrowed brows showed that he did not sleep well.
Sang Yunqi walked slowly to the front with his hands behind his back, squatted down and looked at him quietly for a while, raised his hand to smooth his brows, then sighed softly, picked him up gently, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.
The next second, he appeared in a large room holding someone.
He carefully placed the person in his arms on the soft big bed and covered him with a quilt, then sat down beside the bed and quietly watched over the sleeping person.
After Chu Xinglan ran away and didn't come back for a long time, Sang Yunqi knew that he was still a little anxious today.
Although he didn't show anything on his face these days, his emotions were very volatile.
When Chu Xinglan suddenly said something that could lead to misunderstanding and showed great interest, that sensitive nerve was stimulated and he subconsciously made the action he took at that time.
Sang Yunqi was actually a little ashamed that his emotions and actions were affected so much, especially the nervousness and panic he felt at that moment. Even thinking about it now, it was still difficult for him to accept it.
But when he heard his young disciple admit with his own mouth that he loved him the most, even if it was not the kind of love he thought, Sang Yunqi could not suppress his inner joy. He could not help but think more about whether his young disciple had the same feelings for him.
But soon, Chu Xinglan's avoidance poured a bucket of cold water on his head. He thought that if he hadn't brought the person back himself, he might not even see the other person again.
He raised his hand and gently touched the mark on his little disciple's face that had not yet completely disappeared. Sang Yunqi could imagine that he must have spared no effort when he did it.
But he couldn't understand why his little disciple wanted to hit him instead of him.
Is it because he knows that his beloved master has such dirty thoughts towards him, but he has no way to resist and can only pretend to be submissive and feel self-loathing and self-abandonment?
He had no doubt that his clever little apprentice would be able to see that he was unusual and even guess what he was thinking.
His actions and words today were all subconscious, and he had no time to hide them.
"Xinglan, what should I do? Don't hide from me, okay?"
Sang Yunqi took out a box of ointment from his space and gently applied it on Chu Xinglan's face with his fingers. In just a moment, the cheeks that were originally a little red and swollen were back to normal.
He tucked the quilt around Chu Xinglan again, gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead, then stood up and walked out.
After the sound of the door closing and the familiar footsteps faded away, Chu Xinglan, who was originally sleeping soundly on the bed, opened his eyes with a complicated expression.
He woke up when Sang Yunqi picked him up, but he didn't know how to face his master, so he didn't open his eyes. After that, he was even more greedy for his master's tenderness and didn't want to break the beauty of the room.
He raised his hand and gently touched his cheek. The gentle touch just now seemed to have not faded yet.
Sang Yunqi's murmur, which sounded like a sigh or angrily, was clearly heard by his ears even though it was soft.
Not to mention the last kiss of pity. If my master hadn't left so quickly, I would have been unable to pretend.
Chu Xinglan looked up at the ceiling, letting his heart beat rapidly in his chest.
……
Because they were in a hurry to travel, dinner was naturally eaten on the flying boat.
With the playful and mischievous Master Lin Feng around, he organized his disciples to light a bonfire on the deck as soon as it got dark, and some other disciples were barbecuing nearby.
The tense atmosphere along the way became relaxed and lively.
When Chu Xinglan came out of the room, he saw that the deck was full of disciples talking and laughing.
In a crowded place, Master Lin Feng was holding a jar of wine, sitting in the middle and talking about something with his hands and feet dancing. The disciples next to him would exclaim from time to time, and applaud in support.
There were also many female disciples holding hands and dancing around the campfire. You could tell how happy they were from the smiles on their faces.
For a moment, Chu Xinglan suspected that someone had ambushed him and created such a realistic illusion.
They don't look like they are going to fight at all. If they say they are going for a picnic, I'm afraid people would believe it.
Chen Xiu noticed him with his sharp eyes, and hurriedly handed the drumstick in his hand to the disciple beside him, then stood up and walked towards him.
"Are you awake? Are you hungry?"
Chu Xinglan shook his head and pointed around, "What's going on?"
Chen Xiu chuckled, took out a jar of wine from his Qiankun bag and threw it to him, then led his men towards the place they had just been, explaining as they walked.
"This is all caused by Master Lin Feng. He said he was going to fight the black-robed man anytime soon. It's hard to say whether he will live or die by then. Why not enjoy yourself now?"
Chu Xinglan twitched his lips: "Do the elders agree with this?"
Chen Xiu raised his chin towards a corner and said, "I definitely don't agree. Look, the faces of those elders are so dark that they are almost blending into the night."
"But none of them can beat Master Lin Feng, so there is nothing they can do if they disagree."
Chu Xinglan casually opened the jar of wine, took a sip, glanced around the deck, and asked pretending to be indifferent.
"What about my master? Did he agree too?"
When mentioning Sang Yunqi, Chen Xiu also showed some disbelief on his face.
"You've hit the nail on the head. Those elders were very angry with Master Lin Feng, so they went to find the ancestor together, hoping that he would teach Master Lin Feng a lesson."
"As a result, the ancestor actually said that Master Lin Feng's suggestion was good. Being too nervous before a war is not conducive to the performance at that time. It is necessary to relax appropriately."
"So now those elders dare not speak out but be angry."