Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The boat stopped on an unfamiliar beach.

Lu Zhengqiu stayed in the canopy all the way, and he had already lost his sense of direction. No matter where he sailed, it was a completely unfamiliar place to him. He could only let it go and make peace with it.

Someone lit a torch, and he looked around by the dim light of the torch. The tidal flat was quite vast, and with the footsteps of a group of people, the fine sofas on the shore creaked.

After leaving the shore of the lake, the terrain quickly rose, and four white jade pillars stood up in the night, like four lonely sentinels, watching the land under their feet for a long time.

He couldn't help asking, "Where is it?"

"It's the temple left by my ancestors," the guide Ah Ming replied, "it's abandoned now."

"Sacred temple?" Lu Zhengqiu looked intently, only to find a bluestone platform surrounded by white jade pillars, and there was an altar in the middle. He remembered the legend of Yunmengze's water control in ancient times, and asked, "Is it a sacrifice to Dayu?"

"No." Ah Ming shook her head and stopped talking.

Lu Zhengqiu remembered that he was born in Wuxi, he was a foreign race different from the Central Plains people, and perhaps his ancestors had different beliefs from the Central Plains people, so he didn't ask.

Seeing that Lu Zhengqiu hesitated to speak, Ah Ming thought he was worried about the safety of this place, so she added: "The terrain here is on the high side, even when the tide is high, the water will not reach the altar."

Just as Lu Zhengqiu was about to answer, he was rushed by the people behind him: "Master Zhengqiu, don't worry, Ah Ming's eyesight is definitely right, you can rest assured tonight."

The person who spoke was Si Yutong. She jumped out of the boat following the crowd, frowned, and said to herself: "Although I won't be submerged in water, it's hard to guarantee that I won't be found by the Demon Cult. I really can't figure out how Find our whereabouts, and prepare an ambush in advance..."

Her question is also a question in everyone's mind.Fang Shiping took a step forward and patted her on the shoulder: "Take care of the injured for now, and make plans tomorrow."

Si Yutong nodded: "I understand."

Fang Shiping said: "Take a few people to set up a tent on the altar, let Dongqing and Master Zhengqiu rest, and I will arrange the others. Tonight we will stay on the boat and take turns to guard."

Si Yutong also nodded in response, and just as she took a step, she heard a voice behind her: "By the way, Ah Tong, you also set up a tent for yourself..."

She immediately turned around and said, "I'm not sleepy yet, it's so easy to reunite, I want to be on duty with you."

Fang Shiping frowned: "But your body..."

"I'm fine," she interrupted immediately, "Brother, remember to save some wine for me."

Fang Shiping looked at her, was silent for a moment, and finally sighed softly: "Brother knows, don't worry, I will definitely keep it for you."

Only then did Si Yutong smile, wink at Fang Shiping, then turned and walked towards the altar.

Outside the tent there was the sound of the wind, and inside the tent there was the sound of crackling firewood.

The tent was set up on the bluestone platform at the highest point of the unnamed island. From here, the white jade pillars around the altar were even taller, and the ends were buried in the mist.

There is a brazier for heating in the tent, and there are dry and warm beds in the felt cloth, and the bitter smell of medicinal herbs wafts in the air.

Tonight, that nagging young man was doomed to be unable to urge his master to take medicine. Lu Zhengqiu cooked the medicinal soup for treating cold and poison, changed his blood-stained clothes, and ate some rations to fill his stomach, but he still didn't feel sleepy at all.

He just looked at the sleeping person in the bed.

Dongqing still hasn't woken up. Although the poison on his body has been removed and the wound has been treated carefully, his eye slits and brows are still unconsciously tensed, and suppressed groans are released from his mouth from time to time.

Lu Zhengqiu knew that he was enduring the pain. When he was a child, he caught wind and cold, and when he was half asleep, he often reacted like this. This stubborn child matured much earlier than his peers. Even in nightmares, he never allowed himself to cry wantonly. noisy.

Although he didn't collapse from the wind and cold this time, his forehead was indeed hot.Lu Zhengqiu probably knew the reason, just now in the canopy, in order to get rid of the poison on his body, he used his internal energy to forcibly move his meridians, although the poison dissipated, the blood in the young man's body was boiling and it was difficult to dispel it for a while.Just now he was fed the tranquilizing pill, but it didn't have much effect.

He finally turned 20 years old on this New Year's Eve. If the Di family's family business is still alive, the young master Di Dongqing has just obtained the qualification to wear a crown and go into battle.However, he who became Lu Dongqing had already thrown his life on the battlefield, entering and exiting the realm of life and death.

Among the many martial arts practitioners, there are not many examples of such a young man condensing his soul.

He is so eager to grow that he does not spare his own safety.This time, the pain may be the price he pays for his growth.

A fine layer of sweat soon appeared on his forehead, and his lips were unconsciously bitten by his teeth, leaving a faint trace of blood.

Lu Zhengqiu couldn't bear it, but he had no choice but to use a towel dipped in clean water, and put it on his forehead to wipe it off.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he put the towel on, his wrist was grabbed.

Holly raised her hand suddenly in her sleep, as if awakened with a start.

But he didn't wake up, he just grabbed the wrist of the person next to him unconsciously, as if he was afraid that the other person would leave, he pulled it somewhat forcefully, and pressed the other person's palm against his cheek.

Dongqing's fingertips were surprisingly hot, and she murmured: "Master...don't go..."

Lu Zhengqiu was stunned.

He seemed to have been immobilized by someone, and he couldn't move at all, allowing Holly's fingers to be firmly clasped on his wrist.

The young man's head struggled restlessly on the pillow, his cheeks brushed against his palm, and finally, his lips touched the heel of his palm, trembling slightly.

There were rough calluses and dry wrinkles on the heels of his palms, all of which rubbed against the young man's moist and hot lips, and were kissed inch by inch, making his shoulders tremble involuntarily.

Holly turned around unconsciously, stretched out her free arms and groped in the void, trying to ask for more intimate contact.

When that hand brushed Lu Zhengqiu's chest, the elder trembled, he certainly understood the meaning of the young man's actions, his apprentice had expressed his heart to him several times, how could he not be aware of it.

He just didn't want to admit it, didn't dare to admit it. However, after saving his life this time, he could no longer take Dongqing's words as a joke.

His apprentice held a fiery heart in front of him, no matter whether he picked it up or ravaged it, he would never complain.

At this moment, he looked at the bewildered and anxious face that was tormented by pain, and said softly: "Holly, you will eventually become what you should be, but I... will never be me."

"Master...Father..."

Dongqing didn't wake up, but struggled even harder, her legs messed up the sheets, and she tore off the clothes she had just put on, revealing her undershirt.

The hidden place between the legs was soaked by water marks.

Of course Lu Zhengqiu understood what that meant.

Dongqing is still a virgin and has no human experience. Although she has read medical books and even consulted for newlyweds and pregnant women, she has never tasted the joy of love in person.

What's more, what makes him fall in love is another man, who is his mentor. He has been suppressing his desire, and only in this drowsy night, in the deep dream, when he is suffering from fever, will he reveal his desire. Undisguised desire.

If he could offset his pain with a moment of joy...

Lu Zhengqiu looked at his slightly parted lips, finally bent down, closed his eyes, and kissed him.

But that kiss did not land on the lips, but carefully bypassed the tip of the nose, brushed over the wings of the nose, and finally landed on the small birthmark on the forehead.

The sweat on his forehead smelled a little salty.

Lu Zhengqiu licked it lightly, letting the taste penetrate into the gap between his lips and spread across his tongue, as if he was digging out the secret buried in the opponent's body.

Not to gain happiness, but to share pain.

There are tens of thousands of situations in the world, if it is this one, maybe it is not a sinful karma, and you can be forgiven for a moment.

Dongqing moved in her sleep, raised her hand unconsciously, and hooked the neck of the person beside her.

Lu Zhengqiu let out an inaudible sigh, then groped down with his hand, and landed between the young man's legs.