Flying Dust Chapter 71.2:
The two of them walked in the corridor, Lu Qingmo opened his mouth, “I thought you would be heartbroken for him.”
“It was you who said, don’t give hope if you don’t like the person.” Mo Feichen was suddenly thinking that if he kept being soft-hearted, Jun Wushuang would keep using that as hope.
Lu Qingmo suddenly tugged at him, “I finally understand what Master Wu Liang was referring to when he told you not to be obsessive.”
“What is it?”
“If I tell you, then it’s not something you’ve realized on your own, and you won’t be able to ‘let go’.” Lu Qingmo walked forward, the light of the day spreading his shadow in front of Mo Feichen.
Mo Feichen froze and also opened his mouth, “Big brother Lu, then have you put it down?”
“I put it down, just put it in my heart. At night, it’s better to go and ask him if he wants something to eat.”
Mo Feichen shook his head in disbelief, placed in the heart… can also be said to put down (let it go)?
At night, he still carried a bowl of white porridge to Jun Wushuang’s bedside, where the other party was still coldly looking at the top of the bed.
“Keep looking at the same place, don’t you feel tired?”
“But if I don’t look there, I don’t know where else to look.”
Mo Feichen pursed his lips, “Want some congee?”
Jun Wushuang finally managed to support his upper body, and Mo Feichen cooperatively put a pillow behind him.
Mo Feichen, who was ready to leave with his bowl in hand, was tugged by him.
“Stay with me for a while ba.”
Frozen, Jun Wushuang seldom spoke to him in such a tone of voice, as if something had exhausted this sharp (keen) man.
“Alright, I’ll recite the scriptures for you.” Mo Feichen pulled out the scripture, “Wu Liang Great Monk asked you to read it well. Although this kind of scripture is dry as dust reading it more often will not do you any harm.”
Jun Wushuang closed his eyes and did not comment.
Mo Feichen spread out the book and slowly read it out. Jun Wushuang’s expression calmed down.
It was not until Mo Feichen finished reading out the entire scripture and closed the book, “Wushuang, can you stop practicing the secret scripture of the Mirror Water Sect?”
Jun Wushuang’s throat moved, “Can’t.”
“… Then you practice slowly, no martial art can be achieved quickly.” Mo Feichen placed the scripture on his pillow and stood up to leave.
The next morning, Leng Yufang came to pick up Jun Wushuang.
Wen Qianliu’s post for the martial arts alliance to be held at Muyun Mountain Villa next month was also sent to him, regardless of whether Xiu Shui Palace decided to join the alliance to attack the Blood Worshippers Cult, the alliance would still have to be there.
Lu Qingmo weighed the letter and looked at Mo Feichen, “Will you consider joining that alliance?”
“Honestly, I will.”
“Because you want to go to the western region to look for He Yunfeng, and you are worried that he will be in danger if he don’t quickly come back after so long.”
“That’s right, and it’s a fact that the Blood Worshiping Sect has wild ambitions for the Central Plains. Wen Qianliu’s desire to organize an alliance and go against the Blood Worshiping Sect may be for some selfish (personal) reasons, but if the Blood Worshiping Sect is really eradicated, it may not necessarily be bad.”
“Not bad, and this trip to Mu Yun mountain Villa will also allow us to find out where Qu Xi Ruo has been hidden on the way. By the way, how are you going to arrange Dian Zhao?”
Mo Feichen extended his heas to Lu Qingmo’s face and shrugged his eyebrows, “Hehe, I let him follow Bai Jingxi.”
“Wonderful. Bai Jingxi’s movements are erratic and he seldom participates in right and wrong (disputes) in Jiang Hu. I’m afraid that Wen Shi Xiong would never have thought that you had entrusted that child to him.”
“But Big Brother Lu,” Mo Feichen somewhat curtly poured him a cup of tea, “can you do me a favor?”
“Say it.” Lu Qingmo was somewhat amused or found it funny.
“My Xiu Shui Heart Sutra has progressed to the third level, and Senior Cheng Yu Ran and the others said that they can no longer protect me. You also know that we’re going to Mu Yun Mountain Villa, facing your Senior Brother Wen ……”
“I know, I will protect your tonight. But after watching Jun Wushuang you should also know that you should not be too hasty in practicing any martial art.”
At night, Mo Feichen brought Lu Qingmo into the Xiu Shui Xuan (Xiu Shui Pavillion: a small room or veranda with windows) and pulled the switch, making the entire room airtight.
“I quite like this place,” Lu Qingmo tilted his head and turned around in the center of the Xiu Shui Xuan room, “It’s as if there’s only me and you left in this world.”
Mo Feichen grinned, “I don’t like it here, being here means I have to concentrate… That is very tiring.”
When Mo Feichen closed his eyes and crossed his legs to exercise (direct one’s strength, through concentration, to a part of the body), Lu Qingmo sat in front of him and quietly looked at his eyebrows.
