Defying Teacher and Forsaking Ancestors Part 1

That red lotus was blazing red. It bloomed wildly and boldly, with a fiery center that was lethally sensitive.

Feng Rugu instantly went limp. His hands that were originally pressed against the other's chest trying to push him away now tightly gripped the already loose monk robes, crumpling them even more out of shape.

"Ah..."

Feng Rugu finally woke from the intoxicating pleasure and immediately turned his face to the side, separating from him.

Because they parted so abruptly, their lips made a faint, moist sound.

Ruyi frowned, cupped Feng Rugu's face and turned it back, forcing him to look directly at him.

Ruyi's appearance could be described as "masculine beauty", with especially beautiful eyes.

The deep to shallow clear stream flowed here, naturally forming a pair of cold eyes. Most of the time, the undercurrents were hidden beneath the still waters, only occasionally revealing a startling depth of emotion.

Feng Rugu felt his face burning from being stared at by him. But with his cheeks tightly held, he wasn't even allowed to dodge slightly.

Since he couldn't escape anyway, Feng Rugu simply hooked an arm around his neck. Half exasperated and half wanting to laugh and cry, he softly scolded: "You little rascal. You really don't want to let me off easy, huh?"

Ruyi stared at him intently, unaware of his wrongdoing.

"Bullying me like this, is it something I, Feng Rugu, owe you? Hmm?"

Feng Rugu's waist went limp from that probing finger taking advantage of his weakness. He could only lie under him, chin slightly raised, using the last of his verbal skills.

However, at this point, Feng Rugu was at a loss for words.

He led him to take a step into the mundane world with one foot, then pushed him away with both hands, leaving him to struggle alone in the vast red dust.

The troubles he stirred up impacted the Buddhist sect that Ruyi protected.

Even his current abnormal state was thanks to him.

Feng Rugu embraced Ruyi, patting him lightly as if coaxing a child.

He murmured, not knowing to whom he was confessing: "...That's right, I owe you, I owe you."

Ruyi quickly broke free from Feng Rugu's embrace, as if being held in his arms meant fewer opportunities to look at him.

After staring for a long time, he lowered his head again.

"Hey, hey, hey." Seeing things were taking a bad turn, Feng Rugu quickly raised a hand to cover Ruyi's mouth. "Master Ruyi, calm down, stop."

There was no trace of lewdness in Ruyi's clear stream-like eyes.

Or rather, his adoptive father had never taught him how to be lewd, so he never had the chance to learn, and later had no interest in studying this aspect of worldly pleasures.

He gazed at Feng Rugu with those innocent eyes and lightly flicked the base of Feng Rugu's little finger with the tip of his tongue.

...The fingers are connected to the heart.

That light touch seemed to directly strike Feng Rugu's heart, making his whole body tremble. Strange thoughts began to vaguely arise in his mind.

But he knew right from wrong. He immediately suppressed and sealed away those few abnormal thoughts. Letting go, he earnestly persuaded: "Hongchen, listen to me... I've been to Qinggang before. There's a Xiangxiang Pavilion in the city with experienced, gentle and attentive ladies. If you want..."

Ruyi's face showed a hint of confusion, and then that confusion gradually clarified into anger and a bit of grievance: "You've been there too?"

Feng Rugu wasn't sure if it was his own misconception, but he thought he heard a hint of gnashing teeth in Ruyi's tone.

Before Feng Rugu could explain, he was flipped over by a great force.

If he was still the Feng Rugu of the past, how could these little close combat techniques subdue him?

But he was no longer the Feng Rugu of the past, and Ruyi was no longer the You Hongchen of the past.

He could only watch helplessly as Ruyi restrained his hands behind his back and tied him up.

...Using the red bean prayer beads that Feng Rugu had made himself.

The red bean prayer beads were wrapped around his wrists layer by layer. Against Feng Rugu's bloodless skin, the bright red and pale white set each other off, making the former even more eye-catching.

Under the oil lamp, the scriptures had faint patterns shimmering. The solemn, precious silver talisman could be vaguely seen. Coupled with his wrists that were bound until red marks appeared, it was unspeakably enchanting.

Ruyi's madness was very limited, restrained in a way that matched his usual style.

After tying him up, he ordered: "You're not allowed to go."

"It's not like I want to go!"

Feng Rugu never imagined that one day he would become this kid's fish on the chopping block. Feeling quite wronged, he craned his neck to protest.

Ruyi tied his own plain belt together with Feng Rugu's belt inlaid with luxurious silver threads. Gripping the end closer to himself, he stubbornly declared: "You're only allowed to be here with me."

Feng Rugu was so angry he ground his teeth: "You damn brat, can't you understand human speech?!"

After cursing, he realized that he seemed to also be cursing himself.

Besides being angry, Feng Rugu also felt a faint unease in his heart.

Ruyi's madness was abnormal. It was hard to say if he had been affected by a lust-inducing drug or something similar. If he really did something embarrassing to him, wouldn't that greatly disrupt the natural order?

Thinking of this, Feng Rugu couldn't help but shudder.

But he had no spiritual power. With his current mortal body, even if he shouted himself hoarse, at most he could only startle the cicadas outside the window.

He also couldn't quite decide if he should unseal himself for this matter.

After all, he only had half a flower left to use.

On the other side, Ruyi had stopped moving.

His confused feelings had been fermenting in his heart for a long time and erupted without restraint.

Ruyi pondered repeatedly, not knowing what to do with Feng Rugu.

So, after kissing him and tying him up, he placed him in his arms, holding him tightly, and carefully studied him.

Fingers with sword calluses sent a strange electric current wherever they touched.

He counted Feng Rugu's eyelashes, pinched his nose, and curiously pressed his lips, wondering why they were so soft.

Feng Rugu's heart was burning with the way he was being touched.

But this heart's fire burned a bit strangely. Not only did it not make him angry, it instead burned away his energy, filling his heart with unease. He could only talk nonstop to comfort himself.

He smiled a bit provocatively: "Master Ruyi, is this a lesson taught by Buddhism? If I was your master, you would definitely fail this lesson... How can you make someone feel pain from touching?"

...Feng Rugu's cheeky backbone in the face of adversity soon received a response.

After thoroughly studying this face, Ruyi carefully peeled off his upper garments. But due to the complexity of the sashes, he couldn't figure out how to proceed for a while.

Later, he thought of something and suddenly had an epiphany.

With a ripping sound, Feng Rugu's upper garments were torn open down the middle, revealing an expanse of green lotus branches and leaves on his chest.

As if seeing this wound for the first time, Ruyi lightly traced the jagged scar: "Injured."

Feng Rugu became nervous and talkative. He lightly inhaled and laughed, "Ha, did you see? The lotus leaves all grow out of the mud."

Ruyi said, "I can heal it."

Feng Rugu still wanted to jokingly ask how he planned to heal it.

However, all the words Feng Rugu wanted to say next were sealed by Ruyi's actions.

-- He leaned down and placed his lips on the end of the branch and leaves, dropping a kiss, gently soothing the scars from ten years ago.

One cut deserves one kiss, but Ruyi still felt it wasn't enough.

Feng Rugu never knew there could be such a tantalizing experience in this world.

It itched into his heart, and numbed his heart. A cluster of delicate electricity restlessly darted back and forth inside his body, causing Feng Rugu to let out intermittent low moans even though he clenched his fists. His toes gripped a corner of the bedsheet.

He cried out, "Master Ruyi! Master! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

"Don't bully me anymore! Please, okay?"

"You brat, you're still stripping! Mmm--"

Because Ruyi didn't speak at all, not only did he fail to gain any verbal advantage, he even scolded him in vain.

Right now, Feng Rugu was just like a rabbit whose ears had been grabbed, he could only kick his legs.

Cold sweat flowed down his cheeks and into his messy long hair.

To escape, he arched his back with his hands behind him, tightly gripping the bed curtains that he hadn't had time to let go, trying to find a thread of support in this dizzying jolting.