Flying Dust Chapter 68.1:
On that very night, under the guidance of the three elders, Mo Feichen began to practice the first Xiu Shui Heart Sutra.
Mo Feichen’s internal kung fu fundamentals are not bad, and in one night’s time, he had completed the first level. Wang Shuzhen also had to ‘sigh with emotion’ and said to Cheng Yuran, “I admit that…Senior Sister Liu’s discerning eye (all-seeing mind aka mind which perceives both past and future in buddhism), this child is indeed very talented.”
Although his internal energy was full, concentrating for the whole night made Mo Feichen a little tired. He collapsed into his bed after having some breakfast, wanting nothing more than to sleep. Starting tonight he will be practicing the second level of the Xiu Shui Heart Scripture, conserving strength and storing up energy.
This heart scripture is said to have nine, and Liu Feiying has only practiced to the seventh, and has not reached the peak, but even so her inner strength is already superb, and he wants to completely let both Qing Luan Sword seed and the sea of qi into one must also reach the height of Liu Feiying.
Mo Feichen narrowed his eyes, when he suddenly saw the person covered in the top of the bed, almost one sword qi attack to go, but the other side’s action was faster, suddenly fell down, pressed his hands.
Those eyes seem to have thousands of emotions that are elusive, the lip line curved out so that people know the danger but want to get close to the arc, “Husband, long time no see, did you think of me?”
“Jun… Wushuang …” Mo Feichen slowed down and wanted to get up, but was pressed by the other side, both hands were also pressed on both sides of his head, a move from Jun Wushuang, his waist also embedded between Mo Feichen’s two legs.
The faint fragrance spread in the nostrils, and the compelling threads entangled Mo Feichen’s nerves.
“How did you get in? !”
Jun Wushuang turned his head sideways and leaned towards Mo Feichen’s lips, knowing his intention, Mo Feichen violently turned his head away.
“The martial experts in your Xiushui Palace are indeed too few, I have yet to find anyone who can detect someone like me, Jun Wushuang.” Jun Wushuang’s breath sprayed on Mo Feichen’s cheeks, “Last time I let you get away, this time you have given me a hard time.”
Mo Feichen gathered his true qi and wanted to spring him up in one go. However, he did not expect Jun Wushuang’s True Qi to invade his meridians along his wrist and suppress his True Qi.
“I haven’t seen you for a few days, you have made a lot of progress. Since you are going to take over as the Palace Master of the Xiushui Palace, naturally Liu Feiying has also taught you the Xiushui Heart Sutra?”
“So what if I did?” Mo Feichen tried to go against him with his legs, but the effect was equivalent to him constantly rubbing his legs against Jun Wushuang’s side waist.
“The Xiu Shui Heart Sutra is not the only powerful thing in the world.” Jun Wushuang’s eyes swept through a shock of purple in a split second, sending a chill down one’s spine, “Also, you are now drawing fire to yourself.”
***[Draw fire on oneself—make self-criticism to invite criticism from others; criticize oneself so as to get criticism from others]
Mo Feichen froze as he could feel a burning hard object pressing against his underbelly.
“This is the Xiu Shui Palace!”
“Yes, this is the Xiu Shui Palace… so for a while we both have to keep our voices down.” Jun Wushuang smiled, while the fragrance became even more intense as he held Mo Feichen’s earlobe and teased it with the tip of his tongue.
Immediately, the ambiguous aura filled the room and Mo Feichen unnaturally twisted trying to break away from the other party. He tries to seep his inner breath in through the other’s fingers that are holding his own, deadlocked and no matter what he wanted Jun Wushuang to let him go.
“Husband, don’t underestimate me.” Jun Wushuang’s tip of tongue swept across Mo Feichen’s ear, “There are too many flies around you, if I don’t practice my internal martial arts properly, I am afraid that you will be dragged away by them again.”
The martial arts left behind by Wen Xin is naturally extraordinary, capable of only allowing Liu Feiying and Great Master Wu Liang to join hands to be able to deal with it, and Jun Wushuang has obtained this internal martial arts, coupled with his talent, Mo Feichen is naturally unable to catch up with him now.
“Jun Wushuang, you really have the talent to make people more and more disgusted!” Mo Feichen had wanted to hit his nose with his head, but he didn’t expect to be dodged by him, but instead he bit down harder on the skin of his side neck, “Heh…” it hurt so much that he almost roared out.
“Then you say it, what should I do so you can like me?!” Jun Wushuang’s hands suddenly released Mo Feichen’s wrists and clasped his throat, “Obviously whatever I do, you won’t say that you like me, right? Don’t you think when you’re saying that I’m ‘disgusting’, it is very unnecessary, huh?”
Mo Feichen tried hard to break his fingers, but suddenly saw Jun Wushuang’s eyes completely turned purple, deep, dark, with too much insanity in them.
What kind of magic is this guy practicing?
The moment Jun Wushuang loosened his hand, he forcefully kissed Mo Feichen, between the lips of the two people as if it was a battle, Mo Feichen desperately defended and resisted it, whileJun Wushuang, regardless of all he kept attacking…
….This crazy person!
Mo Feichen’s sword energy coalesced, Jun Wushuang also sent out his sword qi and their sword energy collided to form a stream of air, causing the bookshelves and cabinets in the room to creak and rattle.
Anger appeared in Jun Wushuang’s eyes, “I’ve told you many times ——don’t ever strike your sword qi at me again!”
Mo Feichen didn’t care, he slammed his palm into the side of his opponent’s neck, Jun Wushuang’s body was so fast that he couldn’t see it, and he only heard a “snap”, his wrist was dislocated, Mo Feichen wanted to scream, but he only made a whimpering sound, and Jun Wushuang’s tongue go all out, stirring, make him couldn’t breathe.
At this moment, one of his legs was violently lifted up by the other party, the root of his leg was pressed so hard that it was about to break, Mo Feichen’s other hand was clasped on the other party’s shoulder, and he used all his inner strength to press his skeleton, if it was a huge rock he was afraid that it would be compressed into powder by his strong force, but the other party was Jun Wushuang, and his inner strength was strong and thick.
