Chapter 34 It'll be in the next couple of days, what are you talking about... consummating your marriage...

As soon as he finished speaking, the candle suddenly emitted a loud popping sound.

The candlelight flickered, and in the dim light, Yao Jin's expression became serious. But this seriousness lasted only a moment before she laughed again. "I've been lying to Little Daoist. The wedding night isn't like that at all."

Yao Jin hugged him again, clinging to him affectionately, "Will Little Daoist forgive me?"

Even though everyone on Buzhou Mountain looked down on Yao Jin and criticized her mortal status countless times, no one ever criticized her appearance. Her face was fair and full, and her eyes were round with upturned corners. She had both the innocence of a young girl and the charming beauty of a young woman coming of age. This extreme contradiction gave her an indescribable charm.

She has a beautiful smile, and when she really acts coquettish, you'd want to give her your heart.

Meng Ji's voice was already hoarse, and he was only able to control himself through years of willpower. "What was the bridal chamber like?"

The intertwined air currents were unusually ambiguous, and they could ignite without even a fire. Under these circumstances, both of their bodies became increasingly hot and scalding, reaching their ignition point.

Yao Jin finally relaxed. She let out a soft sigh and reached out her hand, "I'll teach you."

Meng Ji, who had never taught others before, was taught like this before. His whole body tensed up, his back slightly hunched, like a leopard about to pounce on its prey. All his gentle demeanor vanished at this moment.

The sound of water splashing filled the air as the two figures became entangled, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other in the dimly lit room.

Meng Ji suddenly woke up when Yao Jin's back pressed against the door panel, leaving red marks. His breathing was already unsteady, but he managed to say with difficulty, "Madam, let's go over there."

Under such circumstances, it's really hard to spare a glance for the tatami mat in the bedroom that can accommodate several people.

These days, besides the necessary scriptures and mental cultivation methods, Mengji also spent the night studying some folk tales.

He understood matters of the heart.

They also knew what would happen next.

However, this place did not meet the standards of a newlywed couple. He frowned, feeling sorry for his wife, and wanted to find a more comfortable place.

The girl's neck was taut, and upon hearing this, she also frowned, "I'm going to die, why are you still talking so much at a time like this?"

She continued stubbornly and recklessly, the skin on her back chafed by the door frame only adding to her pleasure.

The snow-white skin was tinged with plum red. Under these circumstances, Meng Ji lost his voice. He glanced at his wife and suddenly moved.

The two then turned around, and the girl let out a soft gasp.

Once you grow taller, that high place becomes a place to look down.

Yao Jin looked at the distance and smiled with satisfaction, "You've put in the effort."

She leaned down to tease him, but was suddenly slammed against the door. The door frame shook violently, and Yao Jin was unable to utter a complete sentence.

A dark shadow flashed past the window.

*

next day

When the golden crow rose high into the sky, Yao Jin finally woke up.

"Madam, is it still in pain?" Meng Ji asked, sitting at the same desk he had started at the day before.

In the empty bedroom, the boy was only wearing a large hemp robe with a wide collar that went down to his Adam's apple, but only partially covered his heart.

He reached for the teapot, poured out some water, and beside him lay a neatly arranged storybook.

Yao Jin's gaze lingered on the storybook for a moment. "How long have you been up?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yao Jin felt inexplicably annoyed. The reason was simple: this was too deliberate. If she had been discovered now, how could she have slept peacefully until now?

She paused for a moment, then replied casually, "It's...it's alright."

A single sentence is inevitably dry and doesn't seem to adequately address the other person's concerns.

Yao Jin thought for a moment and commented, "It's pretty good. I didn't feel anything in the second half of the night and fell asleep."

Upon hearing this, Meng Ji paused deeply, his hand holding the teapot still. "Madam, I don't feel anything..."

He took the water glass and, with a rather complicated expression, helped the person up to feed them water.

Yao Jin drank two sips and then realized he was alive again.

She didn't feel well last night. The door was in the wrong place from the beginning, as if it had opened up some new and strange world, which made the two of them increasingly strange later on.

Meng Ji seemed like a completely different person. No matter how much she patted him, he would just slowly respond and then plunder even more fiercely.

She doesn't practice the Hehuan Dao (a Taoist practice), so naturally she doesn't think that more is better.

Moreover, her partner would ask her very considerately if she was enjoying herself, and then change positions, leaving her exhausted.

She felt she had already taken good care of him, and even insincerely praised his skillful technique. After finishing her water, she lazily lay back down.

Meng Ji looked at her and immediately recognized her.

Yao Jin's gaze followed him back to himself, then looked down and saw the red and purple marks on his chest. She immediately pulled up the blanket to cover him up, annoyed. "You scoundrel."

Upon hearing this, the tall, imposing figure remained unmoved, as if the words of rebuke were too insignificant to cause even the slightest movement in the formation of its mountain.

Meng Ji: "Madam, your words are illogical. What part of your body have I not seen, and what part is not mine?"

"You..." Yao Jin pulled out the clothes scattered under the bedding and threw them at him, the sash of the clothes whipping out like a whip with a cracking sound.

The clothes were small, right in front of Meng Ji's face, completely covering him.

A rich fragrance wafted towards Meng Ji's nose, causing his nose to twitch slightly, and he understood everything. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and leaned back slightly, exposing large sections of his chest skin with the movement, giving him an indescribable air of nonchalance.

After a moment, he chuckled softly, his tall body trembling slightly with the sound. "Why does Madam reward me so much?"

Yao Jin was taken aback by these strange words. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the clothes that had been thrown out were actually her own undergarments.

Her face flushed for a moment, then she realized what she was doing and tried to take it back, saying, "Give it back to me."

Meng Ji didn't do that. He leaned back and took another deep sniff of the girl's fragrance left on the undergarment. He then slowly took the undergarment off and placed it on his sleeve.

Men's pajamas are usually designed for comfort, and a pair of small, worn-out clothes worn by their daughters would be perfect.

Meng Ji: "I won't return it."

This is utterly shameless! Yao Jin spat at him, "Bah! A dignified Dao Lord acting like a thief, aren't you ashamed?"

Meng Ji disagreed with this statement. He raised his teacup and drank the tea that his wife had not finished drinking.

He had drunk a lot of that tea, leaving only a thin layer, barely enough to moisten his lips. He didn't mind the small amount of water, drinking it down little by little like sweet rain.

After setting down the teacup, Meng Ji, his thin lips still damp with water, asked, "What do you mean by that, Madam?"

"My wife and I have an intimate relationship, how could I be a thief?"

Last night, he and his wife were inseparable, their very bones and blood intertwined; there was no other place in the world as intimate as they were.

He felt a little satisfied and was certain that the lady truly pitied him; otherwise, how could someone with such an eccentric temperament listen to him so readily and change her posture at his whim?

However, this satisfaction was not lasting. Meng Ji needed everything. "It's just a pity that my wife can't communicate with me spiritually for the time being."

Spiritual communion refers to the dual cultivation of spiritual consciousness, in which two people open their spiritual palaces without reservation and invade each other's minds, thereby achieving the goal of improving their cultivation together.

Cultivators have spiritual palaces, while demons have spiritual palaces called demonic platforms. They have the same function and can be used for dual cultivation.

Meng Ji was unwilling to force his wife to explain what she was unwilling to do. He was willing to wait for her to resolve her inner conflict on her own. However, he inevitably felt wronged, so he rested his chin on his hand and lowered his eyes.

"It seems that the only way to make up for the regret is to work harder and use this method for the time being."

What kind of effort? What kind of doubling? What kind of method is this?

Yao Jin's mind went blank after hearing this. She exclaimed incredulously, "How can you be so shameless? No way!"

She refused without hesitation, but Meng Ji frowned upon hearing this, his lips pressed tightly together, and his voice became somewhat low, "Why, Madam?"

Yao Jin: "I'm in pain, I can't. I need to rest."

"Does it still hurt? Let me see." Meng Ji frowned almost instantly. Only after his wife's repeated refusals did he withdraw his hand, which he wanted to examine more closely. But after withdrawing his hand, he thought seriously for a moment and said solemnly, "I understand, Madam."

After this whole ordeal, Yao Jin's emotions went from deep shock to confusion, and finally to a strange sense of being touched.

Every woman experiences pain the first time, and she was no exception. But she was no ordinary person; though delicate, she wasn't really that delicate. And as she said, she was too tired later, so she fell asleep, and by the next morning she had almost fully recovered.

"You..." Yao Jin didn't know what to say.

Meng Ji, who had just stood up, stopped because of his wife's words and listened attentively. After a while, he noticed that his wife's voice trailed off and she didn't say anything more for a long time. Then he said, "Madam, there's no need to be shy. It's perfectly normal for husband and wife to be in London. I've hurt you, so I'll naturally find a way to help."

Even if you beat Yao Jin to death, she would never have imagined that in just one night, this gentle and polite young man could not only remain calm but also utter so many wild and inappropriate words.

She tilted her head back, took a deep breath, and waved her hand lazily, "Whatever."

As a result of the gold-shaking, even though Meng Ji was so busy that he was almost overwhelmed, he still went to Medicine King Peak in the evening.

Inside Medicine King Peak, Chu Fengliu only needed to hear what Meng Ji was asking for before he immediately made a connection. He was taken aback and asked, "What do you need this for?"

Then she realized what she'd done, her mouth agape, "You consummated your marriage?!"

Chu Fengliu finally understood why mortal women carried handkerchiefs. If he had a handkerchief at that moment, he would have loved to tear it to shreds.

The little devil inside him twisted in the shadows, his delicate lips uttering a sound of clenched teeth, "It's only been two days, what kind of marriage have you consummated?!"

"How could you consummate the marriage! This is really the end for us..."

Meng Ji was a gentle man, but after staying at Buzhou Mountain for so long, Chu Fengliu inexplicably became wary of him.

On the contrary, Yao Jin was all bark and no bite. What he said that day was merely a subtle attempt to pry open Yao Jin's path. But who knew that he would go too far and even kill him? Yet Chu Fengliu showed no resentment whatsoever.

Meng Ji glanced at him, not wanting to continue the topic, and said somewhat indifferently, "When did you become willing to interfere in my affairs?"

To the uninformed, it might sound like the two had a very good relationship, but only Chu Fengliu knew that the word "willing" was just a fig leaf, and that he had no right to interfere in the affairs of the Immortal Lord.

Chu Fengliu was so angry he almost fell backward. He gripped the medicine bottle tightly and fiddled with the medicine. After a moment, he finally replied to Meng Ji's earlier words, "That 'Tender Affection Dew' was meant for my wife, I don't have it!"

This was the most Chu Fengliu dared to do when angry at Meng Ji.

Meng Ji's expression grew even more indifferent. He naturally reached out his hand to ask for it, saying, "You don't have a wife yet."

This attitude really angered Chu Fengliu, but since it was Yao Jin who had taken the medicine, he silently repeated several times that Yao Jin would be his future wife before he could calm down a bit.

While the tender path of affection could heal external wounds, it also served to enhance pleasure, and Chu Fengliu, in his anger, had completely forgotten this function.

His heart was bleeding. He pulled a medicine bottle from his sleeve and threw it on the table. "Here, give it to me, for what I owe you!"

Meng Ji took the medicine bottle and accepted it. He gave Chu Fengliu a deep look and said, "You'd better remember that Yao Jin is my wife. You shouldn't mention or think about her or her affairs."

Half a day after the person left, Chu Fengliu finally realized the meaning of his words in his heartbroken state. This guy's possessiveness had become abnormally strong. He came here now only to make him give up. Taking his medicine was probably to prevent him from having a chance to harm Yao Jin.

However, the common doctrines are only for admonishing young women. The demons do not value reputation so much. Even if Yao Jin consummates the marriage, what difference does it make? Once she leaves Meng Ji, she is still a woman he can pursue!

Despite trying to console himself, Chu Fengliu was still heartbroken. He glared hatefully at the departing figure, thinking, "Let's see if you'll still be so arrogant in a few days!"