The Ancestor of our Sect Isn’t Acting like an Elder Chapter 79

Chapter 79: 79
Chapter 79 – Dit Da Jow [1]
The beating has already lasted for a quarter of an hour .
Unable to fight back, Xue Qilin is covered in bruises and dirt, cutting an extremely sorry figure .
Despite this, Situ Mutou has no intentions of stopping .
Until…
“Huh?”
Suddenly, Situ Mutou stopped and looked away .
Seeing this gap, Xue Qilin didn’t counterattack . Instead, she dropped her long sword and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath .
Appearance and dignity? Who cares about that! The pain coming from her swollen body made her not care about why Situ Mutou suddenly stopped .
“She practiced bladework . ”
Feeling that the ground is extremely comfortable, Xue Qilin has no intention of replying .
Although there was no response, but Situ Mutou still said: “This bladework… Young Ancestor, what is the origin of your companion?”
My companion? Xue Qilin finally reacted .
She rolled over and lied with the stomach on the ground, and then followed Situ Mutou’s gaze .
What appeared in her field of view is water-colored hair flying in the air .
“You mean Little Yun?”
Xue Qilin asked weekly . Situ Mutou pointed with a straight face .
“The one who has white hair tinged with blue . ”
“That’s Little Yun… what’s wrong with her?”
“Has she practiced bladework?”
“How would I know?”
Xue Qilin doesn’t like to look into the past of others . She can be said to be ignorant regarding Shui Yuner’s past . Naturally, she doesn’t know whether the other party practiced bladework or not .
“She has been taught prior to joining the temple, so it’s not at all surprising that she knows some bladework, right?”
“That’s not ordinary bladework . ”
“What do you mean?”
Is there something strange about it? Xue Qilin raised her eyebrows .
There was a bright flash in his eyes, and Situ Mutou made an assertion with a tone of certainty, “That’s a special Hengdao [2] bladework . ”
Hengdao is an epitome of cold weapons comparable to scimitar and Katana [3] .
Is it the same Hengdao? Xue Qilin’s face brightened .
“Hengdao? With a blade as straight as a pen?”
Situ Mutou nodded and answered “yes” in agreement .
It really is! Xue Qilin stretched her neck and raised her head with interest .
“Are there any in the Merak Temple? Can I have some to play?”
“We are a sword school . ”
“Oh… so there aren’t…”
Looking disappointed, Xue Qilin lowered her head and propped her chin on the ground .
“So? Even if she practiced Hengdao bladework, so what?”
“It doesn’t matter . ” Situ Mutou stopped, and then carried on: “But the shadow of bladework contained in her swordsmanship… it seems familiar . ”
“It seems familiar?”
Situ Mutou nodded .
“It’s the shadow of Royal Bladework . ” He said in an oppressive tone .
Royal? Imperial Court? Xue Qilin is shocked slightly .
“You mean that Little Yun may be related to royalty?” After clearing her mind, Xue Qilin asked, hesitant .
However, Situ Mutou showed a look of surprise .
“Young Ancestor, what makes you think that?”
It took Xue Qilin half a beat to understand what the other party said .
“Then why did you mention that it has the shadow of Royal Bladework!”
“Because I haven’t seen it in a long time . ”
Xue Qilin almost spat out blood when she heard this answer .
She jumped up suddenly and wanted to punch that innocent-looking square face of Situ Mutou .
Perhaps the action was too violent, so it affected her injuries, and tears welled up in the lass’s eyes .
“Ow! It hurts!”
Xue Qilin lay back on the ground, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds .
Today is a nice day, yet she is dejected .
“Mutou, come on… kill me . ”
Even an Heaven Realm master can lose to an Earth Realm expert, Xue Qilin suddenly understood this truth .
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“Oh … stop, stop, stop! Take it easy… you said you will be gentle… it hurts, it hurts, its hurts – ah! Yamete [4]! I don’t…”
“Why are you shouting!”
Xue Qilin who was venting her pain with a loud hissing sound was suddenly slapped on the back of the head .
The powerful impact made her head knock into a soft pillow .
A scent of flowers scurried into her nose .
Xue Qilin couldn’t help but hug the red pillow and rub her face with joy .
She is lying on the bed of the Merak Temple’s Temple Master, her fine back bare .
Although she can’t see it, but the lass knows that there must be whip marks all over her back .
Those were left by Situ Mutou in the morning during their spar .
“Nothing good can come out from a scoundrel’s mouth!”
A dissatisfied voice came from behind .
“I can’t even scream from pain?”
Xue Qilin turned her head slightly and looked out from the pillow .
“Little Seven, do you think you’re being reasonable…”
Qi Qiqi is sitting by the bed .
Her right sleeve is rolled up and her porcelain hands are glistening with something .
“Do you even hear yourself when you scream? Someone who doesn’t know what’s happening might think that… that I am…”
The voice got lower and lower, while the face got redder and redder .
The red eyes are shifting left and right .
What a thin-skinned gal! Xue Qilin smiled playfully .
“What do you mean? Let me hear it . ”
“You wretch!”
Pow! Qi Qiqi slapped Xue Qilin’s back mercilessly .
“Owwwwwwww… you hit me! I was almost beaten to death by Situ Mutou! Yet you not only take no pity on me, but even hit me when I’m down… ”
Xue Qilin’s face twisted in pain .
“Augh! It hurts!”
“It’s you fault for acting indecent . ”
Enerved, Qi Qiqi crossed her arms, but then hurriedly released her hands .
Just now, she rubbed medicine on the lass’s wound, so her hands are still dirty . She must have remembered this, and thus reacted this way .
Qi Qiqi looked down at her dress and noticed stains . Looking at Xue Qilin and her clothes alternatively, she bit her white teeth hard .
“I’m so mad now! It’s all your fault!”
“You can’t blame me for this!”
Xue Qilin is baffled by the outburst .
“If you hadn’t angered me, this wouldn’t have happened!”
“Everyone, come take a look at how unreasonable the Merak Temple’s Temple Master is!”
“Stop, stop shouting!”
Looking at Qi Qiqi who is at a loss of what to do, Xue Qilin doesn’t know whether to cry or laugh .
“… What are you panicking, there’s no one else around . ”
“Uncle Teacher Ye might hear you…”
Qi Qiqi replied, discontent . Xue Qilin’s expression stiffened .
“No way?”
“Uncle Teacher Ye is still dealing with official documents in the study… His ears are particularly sharp . Besides, he’s a Heaven Realm master…”
The Snow Facing Abode and the study are not far away from each other . With his Heaven Realm hearing ability, he may really able to hear them .
“He wouldn’t be this perverse, right?”
“Uncle Teacher Ye of course won’t eavesdrop deliberately . ”
Qi Qiqi is adamant . She seems to be convinced by Ye Zhen’s character .
“Then what are you afraid of?”
“Better be safe than sorry…”
“You’re a classical case of someone afraid of the sky falling . ”
Xue Qilin took exception to Qi Qiqi’s statement .
“Rather than worry about this, you should treat my wounds . I still have to go back to outer temple . ”
“Then lie down properly . ”
Qi Qiqi slapped Xue Qilin on the buttocks .
Xue Qilin responded with an ‘oh’, and then adjusted her posture and buried her head in the pillow again .
The fragrance poured into her nose again, and the lass couldn’t help but take a big sniff . That’s the scent of Qi Qiqi’s hair, and it smells very good .
There is a warm sensation moving on her back .
The place where Qi Qiqi rubs is getting hotter . The Dit Da Jow seems to be working .
Xue Qilin groaned comfortably .
“Anyhow, is Little Zong [5] still doing that thing to you?” The lass asked . With her head buried in the pillow, her voice sounded particularly indistinct .
“How annoying . What do you mean by ‘doing that thing to you’… This way of speaking can easily lead to misunderstandings . ”
“Hey, it’s already clear enough, or do you need me to spell it out?”
“I really don’t know what to do with you…”
Qi Qiqi sighed helplessly .
“Uncle Teacher Liu [6] isn’t bothering me anymore…”
Then Qi Qiqi said, “But . ”
“But what?”
“Um… Uncle Teacher Liu recently seems to be …” Perhaps she doesn’t know whether she should say it or not, but her tone became that of hesitation: “Checking someone…”
“How do you know he is investigating someone?”
“That’s not the point! It’s something Uncle Teacher Ye [7] overheard . ”
Xue Qilin turned her head, narrowed her eyes, and stared at Qi Qiqi . Qi Qiqi’s face puckered .
“… What’s with that look of contempt…”
“No, I just remembered someone saying that Little Zhen [8] wouldn’t eavesdrop…”
“How is this the same? Uncle Teacher Ye just happened to overhear it . He didn’t eavesdrop… ”
Xue Qilin propped her head up, not caring whether she exposed part of her body or not . She spoke with an enigmatic smile: “Yo yo yo, weren’t you at odds with Little Zhen before? So how come you are on good terms now? And you even defend him . ”
“That’s not it!” Qi Qiqi pouted and continued, dissatisfied: “Why do you sound so sour?”
Sour? Xue Qilin’s eyes widened .
Why does Little Seven think that I sound sour? Slow down… am I jealous? This thought has just popped up in her head, when Xue Qilin tossed it away .
That’s impossible! What am I thinking!
“Okay, let’s not talk about this anymore . ” Xue Qilin decided to return to the topic, “So who is Little Zhong checking?”
Qi Qiqi was silent .
After a long time…
“Shui Yuner . ”
A name escaped her full lips .
The name of the water-colored girl .