Flying Dust Chapter 69.1:
Lu Qingmo took a breath.
“I want to fight with him… This guy’s internal energy has improved again…. According to this speed, sooner or later he will have to go into spellbound mode.” Mo Feichen comforted himself.
[走火入魔: Buddhism, Taoism) to misguidedly focus on hallucinations that arise during meditation]
“First, don’t cover the guilt.” Lu Qingmo’s eyes darkened as he pumped some hot water to carefully clean the blood scabs and dirt between his legs. Mo Feichen inhaled in pain when the wet towel touched the entrance.
Lu Qingmo’s action stopped, he lowered his head, the entire profile appeared to be silent, “Feichen … sorry. If I have been at your side, he has no chance to do anything to you …”
“You went to receive the Great Monk for me, right?” Mo Feichen stretched his arm hard before his fingertips touched the edge of his palm, “You can’t be with me all the time …And, it’s not like you did anything to me.”
“Jun Wushuang, it’s Jun Wushuang again.” Lu Qingmo’s fingers pinched the wet towel and made a crackling sound.
“The day after tomorrow when we pay homage to Palace Master Liu, he will definitely show up at that time,” Mo Feichen paused, “I hope that Big Brother Lu can hold back.”
“You want me to hold back?” Lu Qingmo looked at him and raised his face for a long time, and said in a somewhat self-deprecating tone, “In fact, you care about him in your heart, don’t you?”
Mo Feichen also snorted, “I don’t know.”
Lu Qingmo didn’t say anything else, she just wanted to be covered by the quilt, “Go to sleep ba, Feichen.”
“I think I still have to go to Cheng Yuran’s place to practice at night.”
“I will go and tell them that you are suffering from wind and cold and need to rest for a day.” Lu Qingmo plucks the hair from Mo Feichen’s cheeks, “I will watch over you.”
Closing his eyes, Mo Feichen’s breathing stabilized.
He saw He Yunfeng standing in front of the inn, his hair flying in the wind, then he ran over to him, He Yunfeng smiled at him, and then he suddenly fell apart, no matter how much Mo Feichen stretched his hand and waved it, he could not catch anything.
Mo Feichen opened his eyes fiercely, Lu Qingmo was still sitting on the side of the bed, “What is it? Did you have a nightmare?”
“No, have I slept for a long time?”
Lu Qingmo shook his head slightly. Mo Feichen couldn’t tell him that he missed He Yunfeng, the man who changed everything into a breeze.
The next day, Mo Feichen woke up early. Although his lower body was still in pain, most of the sect masters had already arrived, so he couldn’t be slow.
One by one, they offered incense in front of Liu Feiying’s spirit, and then took their seats.
Qu Shaofeng also came, he pulled Mo Feichen to one side and whispered, “Your senior brother Li Du personally came to the door to apologize, saying that my daughter was taken away by Ye Su’s people. Do you have any information on where she was taken? Is it not the Blood Worshiping Cult?”
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This question was not easy to answer, Mo Feichen could not tell him that Qu Xiruo was taken away by Wen Qianliu, but he also could not watch Qu Shaofeng going in the wrong direction when he went to trace his daughter’s whereabouts.
At this moment, Wen Qianliu walked into the spiritual hall, and the sect masters saluted him.
He unexpectedly dared to come!
Luo Qingyu stepped forward quickly, Mo Feichen hurriedly stepped forward and blocked in front of him, “Manor Lord Wen.”
“Young Warrior Mo, ah no, it should be Palace Master Mo.” Wen Qianliu appeared to be courteous, and even pretended to offer incense to Liu Feiying.
If Liu Feiying was not cremated, one would really doubt if she would suddenly sit up from her coffin.
“Palace Master!” Luo Qingyu wanted to step forward and Mo Feichen could only keep blocking him.
“What do you want to do? great plans can be ruined by just a touch of impatience!”
Wen Qianliu walked towards Mo Feichen after offering incense, “I heard that Palace Master Liu was assassinated by Ye Su, it seems that the Blood Worshiping Sect is really serious about our Central Plains’s Wu Lin.”
Mo Feichen looked at him, wanting to know what this guy in the end wanted to do.
“We, Xiu Shui Palace, are also tracking down Ye Su’s whereabouts.” Cheng Yuran said.
“I wonder if we have any news?” Wen Qianliu looked concerned, Mo Feichen knew that Ye Su did not contact him, he probably also wanted to know Ye Su’s whereabouts.
“Ai, no.” Cheng Yuran shook his head.
In the martial arts world, the only people who knew that Ye Su was in Bai Jingxi’s hands were Mo Feichen, Lu Qingmo and Yu Jin.
At this moment, Wen Qingyuan also came, Mo Feichen’s eyes lit up and he quickly walked over, “Master!”
Wen Qingyuan nodded his head so after offering incense to Liu Feiying, he patted Mo Feichen’s shoulder and said, “Remember, now you are not only a disciple of Kunxun Mountain Villa, but also the master of Xiu Shui Palace!
Mo Feichen nodded.
On the other hand, Wen Qianliu was still talking to Cheng Yuran.
At this moment, a figure dressed in white walked in, and the crowd unnaturally landed their gazes on him.
