After Sheng Jun Chapter 46 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver (ko-fi)
Chapter 46 Settling Old Scores (part 2)
His slender neck arched in a beautiful line in the moonlight, his Adam's apple bobbing with his swallowing motion, making one's heart flutter.
Zhong Ming watched him from the side, his heart clearly transmitting every tremor of emotion.
Cup after cup of wine went down.
Jiang Xingzhi drank very quickly today, spoke very little, with a fierce momentum like a bull drinking water. Seeing the jar was already more than half empty, Zhong Ming spoke up to remind him, "Drink slower, don't get so drunk you lose consciousness like last time."
"Mm?" The slightly upturned corners of his eyes were tinged with light red. Jiang Xingzhi's eyes turned toward him, his moistened lips blooming with a slightly intoxicated smile, "Then you can just take me back."
The depths of Zhong Ming's eyes suddenly deepened.
Speaking such unguarded words was practically like teasing him.
He looked over Jiang Xingzhi's face: This face indeed looked flushed, his eyes somewhat hazy, his movements gradually slowing down.
Based on last time's experience, he should be drunk.
He knew that if Jiang Xingzhi were still sober, he definitely wouldn't say such things.
"Deng Deng, stop drinking, okay?" Zhong Ming reached out to take the wine jar from his hand.
Jiang Xingzhi seemed to "mm" instinctively, but his fingers still gripped the jar's rim tightly without loosening.
When Bai Mu came to take his wine, it meant the other person thought he was already drunk.
But in reality, his thoughts were clearer now than at any other time.
The alcohol was being broken down bit by bit by his spiritual power and expelled from his body, making the wine scent on him even stronger and his face flushed red.
The jar contained the only type of wine in this establishment that could be broken down by spiritual power. Its taste was similar to "Three Thousand Intoxication" but wasn't actually intoxicating. If Zhong Ming had tasted it, he would definitely notice the difference between the two.
But Zhong Ming didn't—Zhong Ming's mind was only on his disguise.
Seeing the person only respond without loosening his grip, Zhong Ming pulled the wine jar again, "Didn't you agree not to drink anymore?"
Jiang Xingzhi suddenly willfully pulled the wine jar into his arms, "Want to drink."
Zhong Ming was helpless, "Deng Deng, don't make trouble."
Jiang Xingzhi acted unreasonably, "Who are you to control me?"
Zhong Ming went to pry his fingers open, "I'm your exclusive protector, here to supervise you not to get a hangover."
Jiang Xingzhi "smack" slapped his hand away, "Nonsense! I haven't been in a sect for hundreds of years, where would I get a protector?"
His movement paused. Zhong Ming withdrew his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, probing, "Do you still remember who you are and where you are?"
"I'm Ting Xue... Jiang Xingzhi." Jiang Xingzhi looked up at the huge canopy of the peach blossom tree overhead, saying in a daze, "This tree is so big... is this the 'Huaiqiong Slope' that Lin He took me to?"
Ting Xue, Lin He, Huaiqiong Slope.
Those were all names of people and places from a thousand years later.
Zhong Ming frowned: What Lin He, Huaiqiong Slope? Why was he still thinking about that Sword Sect boy when drunk? Shouldn't he be thinking of his Xu Jian?
He corrected, "No, this is 'Undrunken Immortal.' Do you still remember 'Undrunken Immortal'?"
Jiang Xingzhi showed a timely confused expression.
Seeing him like this, Zhong Ming feared he was mistaking this place for somewhere a thousand years in the future.
He was really quite drunk.
He steadied Jiang Xingzhi's body, "You're drunk. Let's go back to Kunlun."
"Why go back to Kunlun?" Jiang Xingzhi's brow furrowed tightly, and he suddenly stood up, "I don't want to go to Kunlun, I want to go to Fuqing Mountain!"
Zhong Ming's heart skipped a beat as he looked up at the person standing before him.
The bright moon gradually emerged from behind the clouds. Jiang Xingzhi stood under the peach blossom tree in his blue robes, his figure bathed in a layer of clear radiance, like shimmering waves rippling in his heart.
Fuqing Mountain—that was where he lived.
Jiang Xingzhi was thinking of him.
Zhong Ming's heart burned with emotion. Unable to control himself, he reached out to pull the person down and hold him in his arms. Smelling the strong wine scent, he looked at Jiang Xingzhi with a low, husky voice, "Why do you want to go to Fuqing Mountain? Do you want to see him?"
Jiang Xingzhi had one hand pressed against Zhong Ming's chest, feeling the heartbeat below gradually accelerate, "......" Heh.
He lowered his head slightly, "Mm."
Zhong Ming's throat moved, and he lowered his eyes to hold him even closer, "Then let's go. If you want to go, we'll go."
Jiang Xingzhi steadied his mind. The identity of the person before him was basically revealed in that accelerating heartbeat, with only the final layer of pretense left to pierce through.
He feigned confusion, "But they all say Fuqing Mountain has an unbreakable barrier. Why can I always get in?"
Zhong Ming's emotions were led by him, and under the cover of the latter's "drunkenness," he completely relaxed his guard. One hand rose to gently cover his cheek, his fingertips brushing across the burning skin.
"If you were blocked outside, how could I see you often?"
Thump! This answer.
Jiang Xingzhi controlled his slightly quickened breathing and continued asking with lowered head, "Why does he want to see me? Does he like me?"
Zhong Ming was tender and affectionate, "Mm, he likes you."
Jiang Xingzhi's hand trembled violently. With things said to this point, what didn't he understand?
The person before him really was Xu Jian!
Otherwise, how could he answer so fluently about those things from a thousand years later that only Xu Jian himself would know?
No wonder—Bai Mu's recent strange behavior, various subtle feelings of déjà vu, and the repeatedly appearing dreams... everything was explained at this moment.
Jiang Xingzhi's fingers unconsciously tightened, gripping a piece of fabric from Zhong Ming's chest.
And this person... had coaxed him into saying so many sweet words. He had actually said he wanted to do "this and that" with someone right in front of Xu Jian himself!! This was too embarrassing!!!
Jiang Xingzhi lowered his head and gripped Zhong Ming's clothes tightly, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into! He was so embarrassed his whole body turned red, making him truly look like wine-induced flush.
Zhong Ming felt his chest go cold from the grip and reached up to cover those white-knuckled fingers, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"
You! Tell! Me!
Jiang Xingzhi lowered his head and gritted his teeth, his earlobes red as if they could drip blood. He gripped Zhong Ming's clothes and composed himself for a while, then slowly exhaled.
Calm down, calm down, Jiang Xingzhi...
As long as Xu Jian was more embarrassed, he wouldn't have to be embarrassed.
Thinking this, his thoughts suddenly paused. The man in front of him had already picked up the wine jar, preparing to help him back, "Let's go back, okay?"
Jiang Xingzhi was silent for a moment, then suddenly loosened his grip on the person's clothes and instead wrapped his arms around that firm waist. Feeling the body pressed against him suddenly tense, he buried his face in the other's chest, "Mm."
"Carry me back."
Since you love wearing disguises so much, just never take it off.