After Sheng Jun Chapter 69 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver (ko-fi)
Chapter 69 Unveiling the Disguise (part 2)
The three wore expressions of complete disbelief. Now that Jiang Xingzhi and Zhong Ming's romance was in a transparent state, they no longer beat around the bush when discussing this topic.
Shuang Ling hesitated, "Aren't you two... progressing too fast?"
Too fast? Jiang Xingzhi got agitated upon hearing this, "Fast what, it's been way too slow!"
The three: ......
Lin He, "Didn't expect you to be so bold, holding hands, kissing, going all the way - you actually accomplished it all within three days."
"What three days?" Jiang Xingzhi retorted, "We have a deep emotional foundation."
Lin He said, "How deep could it be? I think you're skipping dating and going straight to forming a contract."
Jiang Xingzhi laughed disdainfully: Heh, ignorant children.
He said, "How haven't I dated? I've been dating for several months."
"You've only been back for a few days, keep bragging."
"I------" Jiang Xingzhi was speaking when he suddenly sensed a familiar aura approaching. He paused mid-sentence, turned his head, stepped out of the pavilion, rounded the corner and ran straight into Zhong Ming, "Xu Jian!"
Given this short distance, he didn't know if the other had heard what he just said.
Jiang Xingzhi probed, "When did you arrive?"
Zhong Ming looked at him, "Just got here."
Jiang Xingzhi asked, "Did you hear what we were saying?" Do you know about your disguise being exposed?
Zhong Ming's hand hidden in his sleeve immediately clenched tight. He remembered the sentence he had just heard. "How haven't I dated? I've been dating for several months."
Seeing Jiang Xingzhi's tense expression... did he really not want him to know?
Zhong Ming held back his frustration, "No."
No? Jiang Xingzhi grew anxious and asked again, "Then did you understand the poem?"
Zhong Ming's hand instantly clenched even tighter: The poem! The poem Jiang Xingzhi used to reminisce about his disguise! Even after kissing him and saying he liked him, he still couldn't forget "Bai Mu"?
The more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt, so he simply remained silent.
While they were talking, Lin He and the others had already come looking, "Hey, Xu Jian Sheng Jun."
With Lin He and the others present, Zhong Ming couldn't let his anger show - they were Jiang Xingzhi's friends, he couldn't show emotion toward Jiang Xingzhi in front of them.
Since Zhong Ming didn't speak, Lin He automatically livened the mood, "What poem were you talking about?" He said with sudden realization, turning to tease Jiang Xingzhi, "Your love poem, right? Tsk tsk, people in love are really mushy."
Mushy what? It wasn't even for him. Zhong Ming's suppressed anger grew larger and larger. He really couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up, "You all have fun, I'm going back first."
He needed to vent quickly and couldn't get angry at Jiang Xingzhi.
Jiang Xingzhi grabbed him, "Don't go, I still have things to tell you."
Zhong Ming suppressed the fire in his heart, trying to use a peaceful tone to tell him, "Later, alright? I'll come find you later." After he finished venting his anger, then he'd come snuggle with Jiang Xingzhi.
After speaking, he didn't linger, transforming into a streak of flowing light and leaving this place.
"Xu Jian!"
By the small path outside the courtyard, only Jiang Xingzhi and the other three remained.
Jiang Xingzhi pondered Zhong Ming's expression and words: Why did Xu Jian suddenly leave? And when he asked whether the other understood the poem, the other didn't answer either......
"You all play, I'm going to find him."
As Jiang Xingzhi was about to leave, he was held back again. Lin He was speechless, "Can't you two be apart for even a moment? Xu Jian Sheng Jun just said he'd come find you later, maybe he has private matters."
How much later is later? Jiang Xingzhi glanced in the direction Zhong Ming had left.
What private matters couldn't wait until after he removed his disguise!
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Zhong Ming returned to Fuqing Mountain, stripped off his upper garment, took the Tinghan Sword and stood beneath the waterfall.
Rolling spiritual spring water crashed against his muscled shoulders, splashing into sprays of water. Zhong Ming closed his eyes, imagining "Bai Mu's" appearance, then suddenly opened his eyes wide and drew his sword------Whoosh!
All his pent-up anger transformed into overwhelming sword intent. The hundred-foot waterfall flowed backward, exploding into curtains of water across the sky.
Water droplets splashed high then crashed into the pool, creating hundreds of ripples. Each sword move cut through air and water. Zhong Ming practiced shirtless under the spring for a long while, but only grew more furious.
That poem floated in his mind: Bai Mu Xue, Jiang Xingzhi.
Worthy of the name he had specially chosen back then - when the two names were placed together, one could immediately sense there was some touching, romantic story between them. But what about his "Xu Jian"? Where in that poem could his name "Xu Jian" fit?
Whoosh------! Another large spray of waterfall flowed backward.
Amidst the chaotic water droplets, Zhong Ming's sword-dancing movements suddenly froze as he sensed Fuqing Mountain's protective barrier being triggered.
Turning around, through the cascading water droplets, he saw Jiang Xingzhi standing by the pool.
…..
Jiang Xingzhi still couldn't resist following.
Pondering the various details before Zhong Ming left, he felt this person wasn't dealing with private matters, but was sulking about something again.
"Xu Jian." Jiang Xingzhi flew through the water curtain and landed before Zhong Ming, the tall, firm physique directly entering his view. From the collarbone downward were the abs he had been thinking about, clearly defined and adorned with beads of water.
He couldn't help but extend a finger to poke, "......Practicing swordsmanship?"
Smack, his hand was grabbed. Zhong Ming's wet bangs hung before his eyes, cutting across his sharp brows. His eyes still held undissipated anger that couldn't be suppressed, faintly churning, "You like abs this much?"
His low, hoarse voice seemed burned by fire. His grip on Jiang Xingzhi's hand tightened, "Do you act this way with everyone, touching and groping?"
Jiang Xingzhi protested innocently, "I only act this way with you."
"Nonsense!" Zhong Ming couldn't help but retort. He had clearly acted this way with "Bai Mu" too!
Jiang Xingzhi raised his head to kiss him, "Really only with you. Didn't you understand that love poem at all?"
It was fine when he didn't mention it, but once he brought this up, Zhong Ming stubbornly turned his head away, dodging his kiss. Zhong Ming's eyes reddened with frustration, but one hand still gripped Jiang Xingzhi's waist tightly, unwilling to let go.
They stood beneath the waterfall, spiritual spring water cascading from overhead, soaking them both thoroughly.
In the splashing water droplets, Jiang Xingzhi sighed helplessly, reached out to hook around Zhong Ming's neck and pull him toward himself, "Can't understand hints, can't understand love poems - how can there be such a dense Mahayana peak cultivator?"
Understand what? He understood too well. Zhong Ming felt even more wronged, "You despise me."
Jiang Xingzhi was amused by this tone, "No."
Still saying no! Zhong Ming pursed his lips looking at him, "Then what is it."
Jiang Xingzhi gently kissed his reddened eye corner, "I just want to know, who exactly are you having a tantrum with? Ah Zuo."