Flying Dust Chapter 71.1:
“Great Master, what happened to him?” Mo Feichen supported Jun Wushuang as the other party’s body was cold.
“He is too eager to achieve or overanxious for quick results and his little carelessness …. Very likely he will become like his father Wen Xin, and fall into the domain of the devil.” Great Monk Wu Liang pulled out a Buddhist scripture from his pocket and handed it to Mo Feichen, “Recite it in your ears every day, it will dissolve his demonic nature and help him return to the right path.”
Mo Feichen received the scripture and was a bit strange. As if Great Monk Wu Liang’s words seemed to be addressed not to Jun Wushuang, but he said it to him.
“Patron Mo, please tell Sect Master Jun to let go of his obsession.” Grandmaster Wu Liang turned around slowly, “However, you are his obsession, so if Sect Master Jun wants to let go of his obsession, then you, Sect Master Mo, you must let go of it as well.”
“Let go of what?” Mo Feichen did not understand.
However, Great Master Wu Liang had already gone quite far away.
Lu Qingmo came over and helped Jun Wushuang up, “This guy seems to really want to be able to compete with He Xunfeng, otherwise why would he be so eager to practice the Mirror Water Sect’s secret scripture?”
Could it be that what Great Master Wu Liang was saying was that he must let go of He Yunfeng? But just because Jun Wushuang was too persistent, he, Mo Feichen, had done wrong by liking He Yunfeng?
But looking at Jun Wushuang’s face, which had lost its color and elegance, Mo Feichen turned his head away.
Luo Qingyu rushed over with a few disciples, “Palace Master… What should Jun Sect Master do?”
Mo Feichen looked to Cheng Yuran, after all, the other party was the elders in the palace, and Jun Wushuang destroyed many rooms in Xiu Shui Palace. If he still wants to let him stay there, Cheng Yuran’s side is definitely not willing or pleased.
“Just now, Great Master Wu Liang also said that Sect Master Jun was too eager to practice his kung fu, so he made some mistakes (error/ accident)), he is also our honored guest, it is better to quietly recuperate for a few days and wait for him to get better before sending him away.” Mo Feichen understood what Cheng Yuran meant; regardless of Jun Wushuang’s behavior, at least he and Mo Feichen were once friends, and Xiu Shui Palace did not wish to be enemies with the Mirror Water Sect. However, Jun Wushuang had almost gone mad (aka backfired in cultivation), and it was not certain that he would be able to walk on the right path in the future, so he hoped that Mo Feichen would keep a certain distance from him.
Mo Feichen stood at the end of the bed and looked at Jun Wushuang, that powerless and fragile face was a far cry from the Jun Wushuang that Mo Feichen knew. He was a little confused, Jun Wushuang seemed to have countless masks, sometimes naive enough to make him let go of his heart, sometimes gentle enough to make him feel guilty, and then often arrogant and overbearing (unreasonable) enough to make him hate him to the bone.
“I’ve never seen you look at He Yunfeng like this.” Lu Qingmo stood beside him and said softly.
“Because he is not He Yunfeng.”
“Suddenly I understand why Jun Wushuang always looks so uneasy aka restless.” Lu Qingmo cocked his head, “Because he doesn’t know when you will take him into your heart and when you will take him out.”
“Big Brother Lu?” Mo Feichen looked towards him.
The other party smiled, “Like I told you before, if you don’t care about someone, no matter how fragile and pitiful they look, you will only feel sympathy or pity but not heartache.”
Mo Feichen didn’t stay in that room for too long, the person responsible for looking after Jun Wushuang was Luo Qingyu.
On that very night, Mo Feichen began to practice the second level of the Xiu Shui Xin Jing. It was not as simple as the first one, Mo Feichen spent more energy on guiding his Qi and expanding his Qi sea, this practice lasted for two days and three nights, and when he left the gate, it was exactly early in the morning.
“Palace Master, at this rate, soon the three of us will no longer be able to escort you.” Cheng Yuran appreciated Mo Feichen’s talent, but was also worried about his youth.
“The three seniors, don’t worry! Palace Master Liu was also alone when she was young in her Heart Sutra practice.” Mo Feichen returned to his newly arranged bedroom, used some breakfast and wanted to have a beautiful sleep (to his heart’s content) on this, but he didn’t expect Luo Qingyu to come in.
“What’s wrong, Qingyu?”
“Sect Master Jun hasn’t eaten since he woke up, it’s been almost three days.”
“Why hasn’t he eaten anything after waking up for so long? Is he able to get out of bed? If he is well, he should return to his Mirror Water Sect.” Mo Feichen tidied up the books that were once placed in Liu Feiying’s bedroom, many of them had been torn apart by Jun Wushuang’s sword, or Mo Feichen had asked his disciples to re-collect them and stick them together.
“He says he won’t eat anything unless he sees you.”
Mo Feichen whistled, “It’s true that ‘I will never regret that my clothes are getting looser and looser, and I will never regret that I am getting thinner for her’ ah.”
[This is an ancient love poem, which tells the story of a man who, because of missing a woman, gradually became thinner and thinner, and even his clothes became loose, but he still had no regrets]
“Where did you hear this poem from? It has quite a mood.” Lu Qingmo even added, “I heard that you came out of the gate and practiced the second level in three days, I don’t even know whether to congratulate you or be jealous of your talent.”
“Jealousy doesn’t fit Lu Qingmo’s character.” Mo Feichen carried the book on his head, while the other party smoothly clasped his wrist, but Lu Qingmo did not stop much, as if he just wanted to know if he had lost weight or not.
“You’re going to see Jun Wushuang?” Lu Qingmo raised his eyebrows.
“That’s right ah, we can’t let the dignified Mirror Water Sect Master starve to death in our Xiu Shui Palace, right?”
“Actually, I quite want him to starve to death just like this.” Lu Qingmo followed Mo Feichen and walked out.
“Hehe, at least it’s not in Xiu Shui Palace.”
“Liar.” Lu Qingmo smiled, helpless emotions passing by in the shrug of those brows.
Mo Feichen came to Jun Wushuang’s window, the other party just looked at the top of the bed without expression. Mo Feichen somehow does not understand, didn’t this guy, likened to complaining woman, say that if he can’t see him (MFC) then he will not eat anything? How come now, when he came, this guy’s face did not even look at him at all?
“Sect Master Jun should eat something.” Mo Feichen resisted the urge to fling his sleeves and leave. Jun Wushuang seemed to have lost even more weight after not seeing him for three days. His previously gentle jade-like face had now turned a little pale, and his blue-green veins were faintly visible.
“Why do you have to force yourself to come and see me?” Jun Wushuang hummed lightly, the depression at the corners of his mouth carrying a bit of mockery, “When Leng Yufang comes, I will naturally leave.”
Mo Feichen nodded, “Alright then.” After saying that, he turned around and left, even Lu Qingmo was a bit surprised.
