Flying Dust Chapter 72.1:
The only oil lamp in the private room was blown out before Mo Feichen started to exercise, and he also said a series of words about “burning” and “lack of oxygen” that Lu Qingmo could not understand.
But he enjoyed the time, even in the darkness, he could still distinguish Mo Feichen’s features and every eyelid flutter.
Two or three days passed, Mo Feichen still maintained that posture.
Lu Qingmo smiled, this young man was occasionally as calm and patient as he was now. Perhaps he didn’t need anyone to be with him, because he wasn’t in a hurry to get ahead of himself (eager for instant success and quick profits).
A few days passed, Mo Feichen tried to break through a meridian aka the channels through which vital energy circulates and regulating bodily functions, but the real qi in qi sea running to the exit was not strong enough, step back. He repeated many times, the result was not satisfactory.
At this moment, there were sounds of fighting coming from outside the private room.
Mo Feichen tried his best to keep his mind calm, Lu Qingmo also lifted up his spirit and transported his true qi into Mo Feichen’s meridians to follow his internal energy to prevent him from accidentally retrogressing his qi.
The pure iron door and window of the private room made a banging sound, it seems that there is an uninvited guest outside.
“It will flow into the dan tian (acupuncture point three inches below the navel, or the larger area of the body three inches below the navel) and sink into the sea of qi.” Lu Qingmo frowned, he knew that Mo Feichen was getting a bit uneasy.
Now, even if Mo Feichen is not in a hurry to break through the third level, Lu Qingmo knows that he can’t keep dragging on, the longer the time, Mo Feichen’s mind will be more and more scattered, and then the messy true qi can’t even be recovered.
The pure and thick internal energy penetrated along Mo Feichen’s meridians, intertwined with his internal energy, forming a torrent towards the stagnant place, only to be bounced back again.
“Feichen, all you have to do is make up your mind, if you always leave yourself a way out, then the force will never be enough!”
Mo Feichen exhaled and once again felt Lu Qingmo’s true qi dragging him up to crash or barge in.
Good, carry it through, whatever the consequences; even if he bounces back and injures his Qi Sea, he still has two sword seed types, he wouldn’t die!
Holding his breath, Mo Feichen’s true qi clasped onto Lu Qingmo’s inner breath and flew out.
The feeling suddenly opened up to clear and wide views made him gasp vigorously, his true qi dispersed in his limbs and bones, he was confused and fell forward, Lu Qingmo grabbed him in a hug.
“Go out and see… what is happening…”
Lu Qingmo held him in his arms and opened the door to the private room through the mechanism.
Only to see Chen Guanghan’s sword Qi pierced through the man’s chest, clanging down on top of Lu Qingmo and Mo Feichen.
Looking at the man again, he was dressed in the clothes of the Western Region, with a bamboo flute at his waist.
“It is Ye Su’s subordinates.” Lu Qingmo took a closer look.
“The Blood Worshiping Cult’s people are really getting more and more arrogant!” Chen Guanghan sighed.
Mo Feichen frowned, he knew that this was not sent by the Blood Worshiping Cult, but by Wen Qianliu. His purpose should be to find out if Dian Zhao was still hiding in Xiu Shui Palace. He was afraid that when Mo Feichen left Xiu Shui Palace, he would send someone to spy again.
Cheng Yuran watched as Lu Qingmo helped Mo Feichen out and hurriedly asked, “Is it possible that this thief snuck in and disturbed the palace master’s seclusion?”
“Don’t worry senior, I have already broken through the third barrier.” Mo Feichen’s reply instantly made Cheng Yuran put her heart down.
“Palace Master only used seven days to break through the third level?”
“Seven days … so long….no wonder I’m hungry and sleepy.” Mo Feichen tilted to the side, fortunately there was Lu Qingmo supporting him.
Back to the room, lying on the bed, Mo Feichen suddenly did not sleep, only to see Lu Qingmo take Mo Feichen’s coat off for him and keep him under the quilt.
“Big Brother Lu…”
“Hmm?”
“I’m thinking about something, since we’re going to Mu Yun Villa next month, why don’t we let Bai Jingxi return Ye Su to Wen Qianliu?”
Lu Qingmo smiled, “It’s a good idea, we can see how Senior Brother Wen reacts, and maybe we can even find young lady Qu.”
“Big Brother Lu…”
“What now?”
“Have you not slept for the past seven days?” Mo Feichen’s eyelids became heavier and heavier.
Lu Qingmo lowered his head, touched his lips and said softly, “You are so close to me, how can I sleep?”
When Mo Feichen woke up the next morning, he almost ate breakfast for two.
He tried to use the Qing Luan Sword, although the sword is not as natural and smooth as Liu Feiying’s, but the power is not small.
Cheng Yuran was very pleased (gratified).
In the past few days, Lu Qingmo left Xiu Shui Palace, most likely to contact Bai Jingxi, the two agreed to meet at Muyun Villa, so Mo Feichen just brought Luo Qingyu and set off on the road to Muyun Mountain Villa.
