Flying Dust Chapter 81.1

Flying Dust Chapter 81.1:

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The phrase “life is short” made Mo Feichen’s heart ache, an impulse surged up, he turned his head and suddenly kissed He Yunfeng’s lips, licking and kissing without any rules.

 

He Yunfeng pulled open his trouser, held his head, fanatically responding, it was hot.

 

… He Yunfeng retreated from his mouth,….

 

The speed of entry is urgent,…, can only cuddle the shoulders of He Yunfeng with both hands, the brain dead against his neck. Every time he fell from the heights, he was so scared that he had to inhale,…

 

He Yunfeng’s lips were next to his ear, murmuring, “I really want to make love with you like this until I die.”

 

The voice of the repressed and cold voice is incredibly sexy, Mo Feichen’s heart is tight, and the heat wave fills his body in an instant.

 

He Yunfeng hugged his legs and brought him to the study room where he had just set up bed, and another bout of tireless entanglement took place.

 

The night was already late, Mo Feichen was held by He Yunfeng, his cheeks were kissed carefully, unexpectedly he did not feel tired, instead, he raised his eyes and carefully traced He Yunfeng’s facial features.

 

“Yunfeng, can you live a little longer?”

 

He Yunfeng laughed softly, “You have to ask Bai Jingxi how long his medicine will let me live.”

 

Mo Feichen stopped talking.

 

“Why think about how long we can be together? One day, one of us will leave first.” He Yunfeng leaned his head against Mo Feichen’s ear, “If I leave first, it will be a mercy for me. Feichen, I only have you.”

 

He Yunfeng slowly rolled over and kissed him on the chin.

 

“Don’t tell me that, you want to do it again?” Mo Feichen thought to himself, “I’ll make love until I die”, don’t tell me it’s true?

 

He Yunfeng laughed, “What are you thinking? Since I promised Cheng Yu Ran that I would instruct you on the Xiu Shui Heart Sutra, naturally I have to keep my word.”

 

“Instructing in bed? Master, you really are extraordinary.”

 

“You listen to me, if you want to be the same as Liu Feiying’s way of controlling the Qing Luan Sword is impossible. There is only one way to make the Green Luan Sword as smooth and natural as the Flying Dust Sword.”

 

“How?”

 

“Let the Flying Dust Sword devour the Qing Luan Sword in your body, there is a sword within a sword, and only then will it be a great success.”

 

“Then what should I do?”

 

“You have been trying to practise the Xiu Shui Xin Jing so that you can adapt to the internal breathing style of the Qing Luan Sword, why don’t you use this internal martial art to enhance the Flying Dust Sword? The Flying Dust Sword is your own sword seed, rooted in your Qi Sea, and you can use any internal martial arts to harness it. Once the Flying Dust Sword has become the same as the Qing Luan Sword, then you can turn the Qing Luan Sword into your own sword.”

 

“Master, you are worthy of being a master!” Mo Feichen laughed, according to He Yunfeng said, he will be able to have the two sword power at the same time released, and encountered Wen Qianliu that hypocrite also did not need to be afraid of being suppressed by him.

 

“What level have you practiced the Xiu Shui Heart Sutra?”

 

“Second level. It’s still far from the seventh level of Palace Master Liu.”

 

“Good, from tomorrow onwards, I will help you to break through as soon as possible.”

 

“But, Yun Feng, you still have internal injuries!”

 

“Fool. Before that, my sea of qi is too empty, the true qi leaks out very quickly so I can’t condense it, and the strength of my sword can be said to be a world of difference compared to the past days. But Bai Jingxi give me that pill, make my sea of air gap is closed, every time gather up, only a small amount of leakage, to help you connect into the Xiu Shui Xin Jing power, I still have it, it’s just that I am really is not Kemoluo opponent.”

 

“I understand, just like a big hole in the bottle, the water flows dry at once, but if the hole shrinks into a gap, the water can only flow down drop by drop, so it couls last a long time.”

 

“Yes, that’s why my inner strength is not as good as one day, I hope that I could still retain my power before I help you practice the Xiu Shui Heart Sutra.”

 

“Are you afraid that I will lose my life one day against Kemoluo?”

 

“Yes, I’m afraid. I don’t want to see you on the Naihe Bridge so soon.” He Yunfeng reached out and touched Mo Feichen’s head.

 

The next day, after eating and drinking, Mo Feichen and He Yunfeng entered Xiu Shui Xuan again.

 

Before He Yunfeng fell into a deep sleep, his internal cultivation could be said to be at its peak. Even though his internal energy is not as strong as 50% now, he is able to guide Mo Feichen with ease, and after six days and seven nights, Mo Feichen practiced the third level of his kung fu. Cheng Yu Ran naturally overjoyed, thinking that as long as there is He Yunfeng, Mo Feichen is likely to become the first Palace Master who completes the ninth Xiu Shui Heart Sutra.

 

Just that very evening, there was news that Lian Xia Cave’s master Chen Ruqin died not long after his late husband. I heard that she died because of a heart block, with a little bit of modern words, that is, myocardial infarction (heart attack).

 

Although Chen Ruqin faded out of Jiang Hu for many years, and was ranked in the top ten famous swords, every martial arts school must pay tribute to her.

 

“Ai, just returned to the Xiushui Palace not for that long ah, how come something happened again?” Mo Feichen frowned, Chen Ruqin, because of her husband’s death, not only for a year or two years, if it is because of the heart attack, due to the longing for her late husband, why did she suddenly die after enduring it for so many years? Mo Feichen always felt a little strange, unfortunately, there is no forensic pathologist here, and the disciples of the Lian xia Cave will not allow others to disturb the corpse of their sect master.

 

“As long as the two of us are together, what difference does it make if we go to Lian Xia Cave or stay in Xiushui Palace?” He Yunfeng’s voice, like a clear spring, immediately put Mo Feichen in a good mood.

 

Originally Cheng Yu Ran preferred to let Luo Qingyu accompany them to go together, but Mo Feichen didn’t want other people to come and disturb him and He Yunfeng’s time. They did not wait for Luo Qingyu’s prepared the luggage, he and He Yunfeng left the Xiushui Palace together.

 

The two rode on a horse, and a few days later they arrived at Lian Xia Cave.

 

Meng Yu, as the next master of Liangxia Cave, presided over his master’s memorial service.

 

Wen Qingyuan arrived early, his face was sad. I heard that he and Chen Ruqin are old friends, when her husband died, Wen Qingyuan also stayed in Lian Xia Cave for a period of time to enlighten her. Although Chen Ruqin eventually retired from Jiang Hu, but Wen Qingyuan will always come to visit twice a year. Given Wen Qingyuan’s nature, this is already considered a deep friendship.

 

Mo Feichen saw Qu Shaofeng and asked him if he had found Qu Xiruo after the incense offering. The answer was disappointing, and Mrs Qu was very ill because of this.

 

Lu Qingmo also came, he nodded to Mo Feichen, a thousand words were in that one look.

 

At sunset, Jun Wushuang slowly walked into the sacrificial hall.

 

His face was still pale, and his eyebrows seemed to be smiling yet not smiling too, his elegance covering his haggardness. His white clothes were dustless, and the way he had lifted his head during the incense ceremony was like a lifetime ago. He nodded to Meng Yu, this is the first time since he became the master of the Mirror Water Sect that Mo Feichen has seen the humility and courtesy of treating others, as if he had returned to that young disciple who followed Liu Feiying, only with a sincere gaze.

 

From the moment he entered the sacrificial hall, he did not look at Mo Feichen.

 

After all the sect heads had finished offering incense, Meng Yu told everyone that Chen Ruqin would be buried in the same grave as her late father, fulfilling her vow with her husband to “live in the same lapel, and die in the same hole”. Although Mo Feichen didn’t know this martial arts predecessor at all, and didn’t even like her disciple Meng Yu, her feelings for her husband were so sincere that it was enviable.

 

As the people exited the hall, a voice came from outside the door, “Did Chen Ruqin really die of heart blockage?”

 

The voice comes before the person arrives.

 

And this question made everyone freeze in place.

 

In the midst of the night, a man dressed as a scholar walked towards the sacrificial hall with a faint chill on his body.

 

“Bai Jingxi?” Lu Qingmo greeted him, “I don’t know what Brother Bai is talking about?”

 

As soon as Meng Yu heard that the visitor was the Medicine God Bai Jingxi, he also hurriedly walked over, “Does Doctor Bai mean that there is something else wrong with my master’s death?”

 

“Open the coffin.” Bai Jingxi’s words were concise and strong.

 

“God doctor Bai, my teacher has been buried, open the coffin, I am just afraid that…” Meng Yu did not think that Bai Jingxi would open Chen Ruqin’s coffin, it’s really a big taboo, if not seeing his reputation in the martial arts, Meng Yu probably would send the guest without hospitality.

 

“Then let her death be unexplained.” Bai Jingxi said no more, directly turning around and about to leave.

 

Meng Yu’s heart had long been suspicious of his Shi Fu’s death, and Bai Jingxi’s departure made his heart even more uneasy.

 

“Dr. Bai, wait! Since the cause of Shi Fu’a death is in doubt, I am willing to ask all the Sect Masters to be witnesses and open the coffin for examination.”

 

Bai Jingxi turned back again, “Then open it now.”

 

Meng Yu had probably gotten a feel for Bai Jingxi’s temperament, so he bowed to Qu Shaofeng and Wen Qingyuan then said, “I’m a junior, so it’s too disrespectful to open my master’s coffin. The two of you are old friends of my master’s, so Meng Yu asked the two of you to open my master’s coffin for him.”

 

Qu Shaofeng and Wen Qingyuan nodded as signal to each other and used their internal energy to squeeze out the rivets of the lid of the coffin, quietly opening the coffin, and all the Sect Masters nodded.

 

In the hall, only Bai Jingxi still held his head high, and he indifferently took out a grass flute from his waist and played it.

 

Hearing this sound, Mo Feichen drew a breath, could it be the Blood Worshiping Sect’s Gu Worm?

 

Sure enough, as the rhythm of the sound rose and fell, a small black bug, more than two inches long, drilled out from Chen Ruqin’s ear hole.

 

He Yunfeng said in a voice that only Mo Feichen could hear, “This is an old trick.”

 

Meng Yu put his hands on the edge of the coffin and opened his eyes wide, the whole hall was suddenly quiet.

 

Wu Liang woke everyone up with “Amitabha”.

 

“It’s the Blood Worshiping Cult again!” Jin Ziyu gritted his teeth.

 

“What can we do? This compulsion worm is so small that it can’t be prevented from entering the human body…” Zhao Qingyi’s eyebrows knitted tightly, and the other sect heads also looked nervous.

 

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