Chapter 56: CH 56

Chapter 56: The Sound of the Flute Stirs Emotions

Yue Wuhuan put down the bird flute and looked at him with a smile, wondering what other strange things were there. 

Song Qingshi hesitated for a long time, seeming as though he was organizing his words in his heart. Finally, he took a deep breath and took out a golden soul lamp, placing it in his hand. In the soul lamp was the sinful soul he had been looking for for a long time, desperately struggling in pain.

Yue Wuhuan took the soul lamp in a daze, waiting for his answer.

“I caught him,” Song Qingshi looked into his eyes, earnestness filling his expression. “I won’t let off anyone who has hurt Wuhuan. Don’t worry, I’m very fierce, very good at killing people. The Underworld Ghost Fire is like the cruelest torture. They won’t die easily and I can capture their soul and present them to you as gifts…”

He knew. He knew of what he’d been doing for amusement… 

Yue Wuhuan couldn’t help but want to grab his own wrist, to maintain his clear-headedness.

“I don’t care about this kind of thing,” Song Qingshi quickly grabbed his hand to prevent him from harming himself. He then held it tightly in the hollow of his palm and continued, “You can tell me what you want. You can also give me a list of people you want to kill. I will kill them one by one until I kill all these dirty beasts.”

Yue Wuhuan wanted to pull his hand back, but Song Qingshi held it tighter. He couldn’t help but smile. “You can’t do it.”

Song Qingshi insisted, “I’ll work hard.”

“Master, you don’t know how many…too many, too many to kill,” Yue Wuhuan said in a low voice, “The Golden Phoenix Manor is a famous sect in the immortal realm. Guests come and go every day and most of them aren’t just small nobodies. Among the beasts I’ve served, many are elders of various sects, even sect masters; Core Formation cultivators, Nascent Soul cultivators, Fen Shen cultivators and even Da Sheng ancestors…”

Everyone knew of his beauty and everyone wanted a taste.

He had offended Jin Feiren once again, and was deliberately humiliated, easy for anyone to push around.

Most of the cultivators had sects behind them, protecting each other. If you pulled one, you would pull the entire body. How could you finish killing them all? 

“I have long given up,” Yue Wuhuan laughed, “If you want to kill those beasts, you would have to turn this world into a mountain of corpses and into a sea of blood, thoroughly destroying it…”

No matter how crazy he was, he knew it was impossible.

“If you want a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood then you’ll have a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.” Song Qingshi firmly grabbed him and insisted, “I will work hard. As long as I have breath, then I will kill them all! I will never give up!”

“I don’t want this. Revenge is just an incidental amusement. If I get the chance, I’ll kill them and if I don’t, I just let it be.  There’s no need to dirty your hands with these garbage.” Yue Wuhuan was smiling; he was in a good mood. He pinched his Master’s face that was filled with stubbornness. He wanted to change Song Qingshi’s expression and he said teasingly, “I have found a more important matter, a more important thing.” 

Song Qingshi was at a loss. “What is it?”

“Don’t look so worried thinking about those unhappy things anymore. I like your gift.” Yue Wuhuan blew on the bird flute once again. The cheerful sound of the flute drew in two skylarks. He teased him to make him happy. “The moonlight is so good. Come, let’s do something fun. Master, would you like to do practice questions or would you like to read a book?”

Song Qingshi said embarrassedly, “Wuhuan, don’t just follow me in everything. I’m stupid. I never understand other people’s hearts. I always do the wrong things…”

Yue Wuhuan laughed and said, “I like you like this.” 

Master was very good. It was he who wasn’t willing for that dirty heart to be seen.

…

Song Qingshi thought about it for a long time and found the answer in the “The Three Tiger-Fighting Brothers” and in his little notebook of Yan Yuan Xianjun’s teachings. Between men, if there were troubles that they couldn’t make sense of, then drag them to go drinking. Once they drink too much, whatever heartfelt words could be drawn out.

He took out the Intoxicated Beauty he had just bought and placed it in front of Yue Wuhuan. He said, brimming with heroic spirit. “We’ll make short work of this” 

Yue Wuhuan was at a loss.
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“Nanhai City’s specialty, sweet-tasting, limited edition wine. It’s especially delicious!” Song Qingshi recited the owner’s sales pitch in one breath. He then said, “I checked it already. This wine is very clean and there’s nothing dirty! I-I rarely drink but I want to drink this!”

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Intoxicated Beauty, as expected, was a pleasantly sweet, velvety wine. It didn’t burn your throat and it was easy to drink even for people who didn’t drink alcohol. However, its proof was unexpectedly high.

“Master, drink a little less,” Yue Wuhuan persuaded, holding the cup of wine. “The name of this wine comes from ‘The beauty drunk on her knees’.”

This warning came a little too late. Song Qingshi had already drank three cups and his face was flushed as he lay still in his arms.

Yue Wuhuan didn’t expect his alcohol tolerance to be so low. He had no choice but to turn him over and lay him on his lap to rest. 

Wanting to worm information out of him when his alcohol tolerance was like this…

It was so cute.

As though petting a cat, Yue Wuhuan stroked his soft, loose hair. After stroking for a long while, he asked mischievously, “Master, are you still awake?”

Song Qingshi hummed for a while and said honestly, “Awake.” 

Yue Wuhuan asked again, “Is there any secret that Master has kept from me?”

Song Qingshi looked at his lips and thought for a while, “I want to eat something sweet.”

Yue Wuhuan asked again, “Is it ice cream?”

Song Qingshi shook his head slightly, “No, something more delicious.” 

Yue Wuhuan named a few more desserts but Song Qingshi seemed a little confused and stopped answering this question. Yue Wuhuan held up the soul lamp in his hand and tortured the soul inside it for a while. His heart was quite pleased. He suddenly remembered that Song Qingshi has never asked him for any sort of gift.

Except for his initial request for him not to commit suicide, Song Qingshi never asked him anything. But he instead gave him things one after another. There was only one gift he could give the other.

Yue Wuhuan took out the Phoenix Blood from the mustard seed bag. He had already strung up the Phoenix Blood into a golden necklace with an engraved magical formation. But the magic formation hadn’t been completed yet. He had to add the most complicated soul imprint, letting this gem follow this person from one life to the next, like a brand he had imparted, never to leave.

Yue Wuhuan stretched out his fingertips and slid it gently across Song Qingshi’s white neck, extremely satisfied. 

This was the most suitable place for it.

Song Qingshi felt the heat from his fingertips. It tickled. He turned his neck and hummed again.

Yue Wuhuan retracted his hand with a smile. He casually sounded out, “is there something Master really desires?”

Song Qingshi was silent for a long time and whispered, “Yes, I want something…” 

Yue Wuhuan was dumbfounded. All sorts of research equipment, extremely rare ancient books, precious medicines, and mice appeared in his mind. Finally, unable to think of an answer, he couldn’t help but ask, “What do you want? I’ll find it for you.”

“Music,” Song Qingshi turned around and hugged his leg. He whimpered, “I really want to hear Wuhuan’s playing but… Wuhuan seems like he might be sad… So, I don’t want to anymore…”

He liked music very much.

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The melody that Yue Wuhuan played on the Langgan stage was still spiraling in his mind. It was the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. 

However, the emotions in that song were too sad and painful…

Everything about the Golden Phoenix Manor and the Yan Shan Sect must be a nightmare for Yue Wuhuan.

So he didn’t dare ask anymore; didn’t dare listen anymore.

… 

Yue Wuhuan was stunned. He never thought that Song Qingshi had such a wish. There was a black bamboo flute in his mustard seed bag. It was bought by Song Qingshi when they went to Lecheng back then. At the time, Song Qingshi had randomly bought a lot of things and he shoved all of them, lock, stock and barrel, to him. And so, he hadn’t thought there was any significance to this flute.

“I don’t hate music, I just hate that kind of music.” Yue Wuhuan laughed a little bitterly. He played with his concubine mother’s konghou at the age of three and went to practice the guqin with the empress at the age of five. How could he hate music? He just didn’t like that kind of kitschy ridiculous music. The reason he no longer played the flute was because there were too many much more important things to attend to every day and he was just never in the mood and couldn’t find a reason to play it.

If this person liked to listen then he was willing to play…

He took out the black bamboo flute and tested its pitch. 

Song Qingshi stretched out his hand and mischievously took off his golden mask. “I want to see your face.”

Yue Wuhuan smiled, put the flute to his lips and gently played “Feng Qiu Huang“, this piece that has been circling around his heart countless of times.

In the night, the lingering melody floated down gently. The noisy crows stopped their calls. The black-naped oriole, returning to its nest, poked its head out. Several larks landed beside them. Thrushes and mannikins landed one after another and the white cranes in the pond, spread their wings and flew over…

All his affection was carried by the sound of this flute. 

Song Qingshi slowly got up and sat in front of him. Befuddled, he heard the meaning carried by the sound of this flute. He caught the appeal behind the sound of the flute. He stared blankly at Yue Wuhuan’s rosy lips. Remembering the words in the novel, thinking of the couple he saw in the bamboo forest, a strange desires appeared in his heart. The more he looked, the sweeter it felt; the more he watched, the more he craved. He felt it must taste better than all the candy in the world.

I like him. I super like him …

He sensed that Yue Wuhuan felt the same way.

The music reached the final note and the lingering sound rose in spirals. 

Yue Wuhuan’s lips left black bamboo flute. He found that Song Qingshi was looking at him, smiling. His drunk expression was dazed. He didn’t know what amusing things he was thinking about…

Song Qingshi moved close to his chin. He sniffed his target and asked with a smile, “Does Wuhuan want to eat something sweet too?”

Yue Wuhuan didn’t understand what he meant. He said off-hand, “Okay.”

Suddenly, Song Qingshi grabbed his shoulder and forcibly kissed his lips. 

Yue Wuhuan’s eyes widened in astonishment. The huge shock made him forget how to react.

This was an inexperienced and clumsy kiss; like a newborn puppy, carelessly licking and gnawing a bone. He obviously didn’t know how to kiss, but he kept trying hard. First, he gently licked every inch of his lips, making it wet and then bit down on it gently. It was as though he wanted to swallow it down but was afraid of hurting him as well. He went back and forth, not knowing how to eat it. Finally, he let out a slight whine of dissatisfaction.

Yue Wuhuan finally came back to his senses. He pushed Song Qingshi away in panic and used his hands to desperately wipe the traces of wetness from his Master’s lips. Hating that he couldn’t wipe it clean, he searched for a handkerchief in the mustard seed bag.  “Don’t kiss me… You-you don’t know how many disgusting things my mouth has touched. It will, will stain you.”

“Why do you keep saying that you’re dirty?” Song Qingshi was at a loss, “Wuhuan is very clean. Not dirty.” 

Yue Wuhuan begged, “Master, you don’t understand these things. You’re a clean person. Don’t touch me…”

Song Qingshi thought for a while and felt that this matter should be scientific. With the speed and strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he rushed in to have another taste to confirm the flavor.

Yue Wuhuan couldn’t dodge it. He was completely panicked.

Song Qingshi concluded, “Wuhuan is very sweet.” 

Yue Wuhuan looked at him blankly, absolutely speechless.

“If you think you’re dirty,” Song Qingshi thought of a plan to solve the issue. He kissed him again, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll lick it for you and it will be clean…”

Yue Wuhuan’s breathing was turning rapid, his brain becoming confused.

The chains of desire were loosened. 

The wild animal bound in the cage began to get restless, clamoring frantically…

He’ll just have a little taste. A little bit is fine…

Countless Blood King Vines sprouted madly, once again weaving together into a net, firmly binding the person in front of him. They dragged him to his side, fastened him against his bosom, leaving him no room to avoid and no chance to escape.

“Master, this isn’t how you kiss. Let me teach you.” 

Yue Wuhuan leaned down, placing a fierce kiss on his pale pink lips. He then pried open his jaw, invading that untouched, pure territory, twining madly around the soft and moist, finest of all sweetness. Advancing and retreating; probing and attacking. It was like a nimble melody and a clumsy tune had finally found the right rhythm, blending together, becoming melodious and moving, never to be separated from each other.

Damp and heavy breathing spread out between the two.

Song Qingshi finally came back to his senses… he realized what he had done.

A psychiatrist must never have any ambiguous thoughts towards his patient. This was part of professional ethics and a rule in their industry. That’s why he never dared to think about it, never dared to touch. But what was he doing now? What was he doing to a patient? 

He crossed the forbidden area that must never for crossed and he broke the iron rule that must never be broken.

This was a serious case of overstepping the rules as a doctor; a serious case of medical malpractice…

What to do?

Song Qingshi clung tightly to Yue Wuhuan’s shoulders. Any amount of cowering would result in a fiercer assault. He was so dizzy from being kissed that his mind went blank. He didn’t know how to deal with such a case of malpractice and he didn’t know what price he had to pay to be forgiven. 

Would it be okay if he bore this responsibility for a lifetime?

…

Yue Wuhuan kissed him even deeper. To him, only the person in his arms was real in this world. He didn’t want at all to let go of this most beautiful taste. He couldn’t get enough of this taste.

In the darkness of the bamboo forest, An Long silently watched the scene before him. His eyes had already turned dark red. Inside were vertical pupils unlike that of any human; like a monstrous Gu from the abyss of hell, without any emotion. 

Yue Wuhuan discovered this terrifying existence. He smiled nonchalantly and continued his passionate kissing.

This guy has finally appeared and now, a lot of matters could be settled.

This was double the happiness.

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