mtlumby2d Chapter 297 No
Chapter 297 No
Yi Chi took a look at the state of the two men, and his hands were faster than his brain, and he knocked them unconscious with a backhand.
She embraced the naked, attractive and cold young man, and like Liu Xiahui, she thought to herself to avoid reality: pretending not to know is good for him, her and Mo Huaizun.
Yi Chi thought about it and felt that it was very feasible. Yu Zhiqing was originally affected by the hallucination and did such a thing. He didn't know where his consciousness was. He probably didn't even know what he had done just now.
Very good, let’s do it.
The matter was kept secret.
Yi Chi quickly restored the people and the scene to their original state, cleaned up the damaged herbs, pretended that he had already picked them, and then pushed Yu Zhiqing back to the original place to sit cross-legged.
After calculating the time, Yi Chi continued to dig herbs in the colorful medicinal garden, looking calm and serious.
When Yu Zhiqing woke up, he saw such a peaceful scene. Half of the elixir had been dug up.
He was a little confused.
Then scenes flashed through my mind.
You may not believe it, but compared with the inner sect and true disciples of Jueya, Yu Zhiqing's knowledge of pharmacology is not the best, but it is very poor.
His biggest problem was that he would feel sleepy whenever he read about pharmacology, so he always ranked last in every assessment and was severely punished by Elder Luo. He would then smear feces on the wall, but would fail every time, and the cycle would repeat over and over again.
Yu Zhiqing is well aware of this shortcoming of his, so every time he goes out to gain experience, he has to study the unique local ecosystem first, and cram at the last minute to avoid falling into traps.
And carry various herbal books with you so that you can find them at any time.
Regarding these valuable rare herbs in the Spiritual Medicine Garden——
What Yi Chi saw: Bell-sound grass - morphological characteristics, biological characteristics, medicinal value, collection methods...
What Yu Zhiqing saw: red, white, blue...
In the past, Yu Zhiqing would have flipped the book directly when faced with this situation, but... isn't Yi Chi here?
A kind of useless stubbornness and self-esteem were at work. Yu Zhiqing threw away the warnings from Elder Luo and the prefaces of every book, and got started on it in a fit of anger. He originally just wanted to give it a try.
As a result, he really died when he tried it.
If what he guessed was correct, he should be having hallucinations, or hallucinations about Yi Chi's sexual pleasure.
This... is not surprising. After all, when he was going through the ninety-nine tribulations of his heart, he was having trouble with emotions and his mind was not clear.
After Yu Zhiqing made clear his feelings, he was hit hard by Cangjie. He had already planned to seal his heart and love, keeping it as a secret that he would never tell in his life. He regarded Yi Chi as a respected senior sister and would never have any other thoughts.
Even if it is hard to forget, even if it is hard to control, it is just his own chaos.
He didn't intend to let this hopeless affection affect anyone.
...Perhaps in ten or a hundred years, this emotion that should not exist will naturally be let go.
But as if it weren't raining, before time could wash away the trouble, he was faced with a conscience-searching crisis on the left, turned into a pig on the right, and now he was also faced with an arousing hallucination.
Damn it, who can tell him how to forget?
Thinking of the scene he had just seen, Yu Zhiqing felt blood boiling and his heart began to beat fast.
If only Yi Chi appeared to seduce Yu Zhiqing, he could certainly control his actions and never do anything out of line.
However, it turned out that a kiss was a matter of life and death for Yi Chi.
It was quite outrageous. He knew it was impossible just by wiggling his toes, but he seemed to be drugged in the hallucination, or maybe it was his own desire that was playing tricks on him.
The hallucination gave him an excuse that he could not refuse and had nothing to do with love, so he kissed her selflessly and righteously.
No, the moment they actually touched each other, he knew very clearly that it was all dirty selfishness at work.
What happened next?
Yu Zhiqing paused when he thought of this, his mind was in a mess. He only vaguely felt a sweet and strange fragrance lingering around him, but when he looked carefully, it disappeared without a trace.
It is an illusion, just like a dream. Neither the logic nor the cause and effect are clear.
Yu Zhiqing was surrounded by a quiet cluster of spiritual herbs, feeling hot and noisy from head to toe, as if she was in magma, out of tune with her surroundings.
He didn't dare to look at Yi Chi at all, as it would be like blasphemy if his eyes fell on her.
Yu Zhiqing lowered his eyes, feeling heavy inside. He sneered at his own ugly and disgusting thoughts.
He didn't want to think about it anymore, so he sat in meditation, regulated his breathing, and silently chanted the Heart Cleansing Mantra, trying to force those images away. However, love, once it was rooted, could not be erased overnight.
The more you reject it, the closer it gets; the more you try to forget it, the more unforgettable it becomes.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and pain came from his dantian, body and mind.
This is a sign of counterproductive results and inner demons at work, so you should stop and relax.
But Yu Zhiqing ignored it and wanted to continue.
At this moment, a melodious flute sound rang out, like a cool stream flowing down from the mountains, flowing through his depressed heart, fresh and pleasant, soothing and expressing his feelings.
Yu Zhiqing listened in a daze, and his fiercely rebellious heart slowly calmed down. The rampant spiritual power spontaneously smoothed out and soothed his swollen and painful Dantian meridians.
It was just one song, and Yu Zhiqing still didn't open his eyes. Perhaps he didn't want to face it, or perhaps he was immersed in a rare meditation practice and didn't want to leave.
After a long time, when he had prepared himself mentally, he looked again——
The building is empty, with only the spiritual plants swaying in the breeze.
After Yi Chi picked his own spiritual plants, he left.
At that moment, Yu Zhiqing felt empty, lost and bitter, without the slightest sense of relief or joy.
He lowered his eyes and saw a manuscript beside him.
Yu Zhiqing stared at it with his body slightly stiff, his mind tense. He reached out and picked up the book to read it. The handwriting and pictures were both extremely beautiful, very sloppy, and had a strong scent of ink. It must be a sketch.
It describes the basic characteristics and collection methods of these elixirs.
Yu Zhiqing turned the pages carefully, and when he reached the last page, there was only one sentence:
When digging, leave room for roots, so that all things can continue to grow. Let us encourage each other.
Yu Zhiqing stared for a long time, then looked up and saw a barrier around him. It should have been set up by Yi Chi when he left to prevent anyone from disturbing his practice.
At that moment, Yu Zhiqing felt a surge in his heart. He felt that the person he loved was like the breeze and the bright moon, one of a kind in the world.
Yi Chi should be...the senior sister he respected.
When he said the three words "Senior Sister" in his heart, Yu Zhiqing chewed the sour, sweet and bitter taste in his heart, raised his lips and smiled faintly.
Do not disturb the gentle breeze, do not embrace the bright moon, and do not peek at the clear snow.
No.
Yu Zhiqing reached his fingers into the lapel of his shirt and took out the well-preserved dead plum branch. He looked at it for a long time, and it turned into ashes in the blink of an eye, leaving only a faint fragrance lingering around before disappearing.
He raised his hand again, pointed at his forehead, and with excruciating pain and spitting blood, he cut off the root of love.
Yu Zhiqing wiped the blood, his eyes were calm and his expression was cold, just like the indifferent young man with a clear mind and no dust in the beginning.