Chapter 33 My Gift [Synopsis] Only for the one I love...

After He Mu left Fangze Mountain, Wen Rensheng was a little unaccustomed to it for the first few days. He kept pestering the clan leader and his master to fill the gaps that He Mu usually spent with him.

But as the year drew to a close, he quickly focused his attention on his Core Formation stage, spending his mornings practicing swordsmanship and cultivation, and no longer dwelling on those messy matters of love and romance.

After years of integration, the Heavenly Spirit Root has now fully adapted to Wenrensheng's body. The natural energy it used to absorb is gradually beginning to nourish it back, and it can directly enter the Golden Core stage at the age of sixteen.

After reaching the Golden Core stage, Wen Rensheng's appearance and body will stop growing, remaining at the age of sixteen. He Mu had been worried that his body was too weak and that it would be dangerous for him to enter the Golden Core stage too early, so he had been suppressing his cultivation level to prevent him from advancing.

But now, Wen Rensheng's swordsmanship has become quite good, and he can even fight Yi Jinxiang to a standstill.

From now on, he will become a true hero.

In the blink of an eye, the end of the year has arrived.

Hearing the voices, he moved a small stool and sat outside the room. He wrapped his fur cloak tighter around himself, his gaze falling on the charcoal brazier on the ground, watching a few sparks fly out and crackle, while keeping count in his mind.

When he counted to one hundred, he finally sighed softly and said, "Is it still not done?"

Behind her, Yi Jinxiang took off her braid again and smoothed Wen Rensheng's hair from head to toe.

She frowned and said, "Why is it so difficult to weave?"

Wenren Jing stood to the side directing Yi Jinxiang, muttering to himself for a long time, before finally unable to hold back and cursing, "Are you really that kind of star?"

“I’m the God of Literature,” Yi Jinxiang rolled her eyes, “not some hair-braiding star, how could I know such a thing?”

Upon hearing the voices, he sighed again, thinking to himself that he would probably have to stay here until lunchtime to have his hair braided.

Today is the sixteenth birthday of Wenrensheng. According to custom, the clan chief, master, and mountain god will braid his hair into a longevity braid to bless him with a long life.

Wen Rensheng deliberately left two strands of text before sending them to He Mu. However, for the past six months, He Mu had not sent any messages back to Fangze Mountain. Wen Rensheng did not know where He Mu was or whether he would come back to celebrate his birthday with him today.

He propped his chin up and continued to look at the charcoal brazier, utterly bored.

Will the mountain god really return?

He didn't leave Wenrensheng with a single word, as if he had done something wrong and ran away, which made Wenrensheng very unhappy.

If Mu and I don't come back to celebrate his birthday today, Wen Rensheng will never forgive him again.

He wanted to pack his bags and leave home.

"Once I'm gone," Wenren muttered, picking up a new piece of charcoal and throwing it into the basin, "I'll never talk to you again."

A cold wind swept through, and the snow in the courtyard gradually deepened.

After waiting another half hour, Yi Jinxiang finally finished braiding his hair.

She stood up with satisfaction and admired it. It was a thin and neat strip, even more perfect than the one woven by Wenren Jing.

She felt unsatisfied and, smoothing her hair, wanted to continue.

"No, no!" Hearing the voice, she quickly stood up, covering the two remaining strands of hair. "These two strands will have to be braided when the mountain god returns."

Yi Jinxiang immediately composed herself and nervously waved her fan, saying, "I didn't say I wanted to make things up."

"Alright, alright, I'm exhausted after these past few hours. I'm going to sleep now. Goodbye."

After saying that, without waiting for a reply, she vanished from their sight.

"…………"

Wenren Jing hesitated and asked, "Why is she leaving? Isn't she going to eat lunch?"

"Master just likes to be stubborn."

Hearing the voices, he chuckled twice, then sat back down and pulled his cloak tighter around himself.

"Forget it, I won't eat it. I'll just get some steamed buns later."

Wenren asked respectfully, "What are you going to do now?"

“Let’s go find the mountain god,” Wenrensheng said, swinging his leg. “Then we’ll go down the mountain to see the lantern festival at night, and afterwards I’ll give the gifts to the mountain god…”

Halfway through her sentence, Wenrensheng turned to look at Wenrenjing, her eyes crinkling as she asked, "Clan leader, you'll wait for me, won't you?"

Wenren Jing looked at him uneasily for a long time, then hesitated to speak.

"That, Sheng Sheng..."

“Clan leader,” Wenren Sheng grasped Wenren Jing’s hand and smiled sweetly at him, “would you like to stay here? I want to go to the mountain gate first to see if the mountain god has returned.”

Wenren Jing was taken aback.

“Oh, oh,” he said, “then go ahead.”

Hearing that he had been granted permission, he waved to him with a grin and then ran impatiently toward the mountain gate, just like when he was a child chasing butterflies around the rabbit's burrow.

Wenren Jing watched his retreating figure, swallowed the rest of his words, and didn't say anything more.

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At the temple gate.

Hearing the voice, he leaned against the shrine, carefully wiped the statue of Cangyu Zhenjun, then stepped back a few paces and gestured at it from a distance.

“Not at all,” Wenrensheng muttered. “He doesn’t look like that at all.”

Statues of deities are often depicted with unusual faces and bodies, presumably to distinguish humans from gods and inspire respect, thus discouraging blasphemy.

The statue of He Mu was not spared either. Although Wen Rensheng liked it when he was a child, he felt that He Mu was more handsome after becoming family with the real mountain god.

Thinking this, he couldn't help but laugh and happily leaned against the shrine.

"If you can come back today, I will forgive you."

He looked up at the falling snowflakes, then closed his eyes, shook his head, and whispered,

I miss you so much.

After saying this, Wen Rensheng suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck.

He hissed and touched the back of his neck.

Looking at his palm, he clearly saw nothing there.

"What the hell..."

When I looked up again, the black and blue striped butterfly appeared before my eyes once more.

"Blue Butterfly?"

Hearing the voice, his eyes widened slightly, and his hand instinctively went to the dagger at his waist.

Has that fox demon returned?

The mountain god hasn't returned to Fangze Mountain yet, and he probably can't handle things alone right now. He needs to go back and find his master first.

Thinking this, he took half a step back, intending to turn around and run away.

Unexpectedly, the next second, his back bumped into an embrace, and he was held tightly by someone touching his waist.

Hearing voices, he shuddered and immediately struggled to run away.

"Who is it?!" he gritted his teeth. "Pervert... Don't touch me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft sigh came from above. The person behind him tightened his grip on Wen Rensheng's waist.

Just hearing that sigh and hearing the voice, you could tell who it was.

"..."

Hearing the voice, he froze for a second, then instantly gave up all thoughts of struggling.

He lowered his head in grievance, his ears gradually burning.

"Why are you only coming back now?" Wen Rensheng said softly, with a hint of reproach in his voice. "I've been waiting for you for so long."

"Sound and sound,"

He Mu's voice sounded very tired. He leaned his head down and rested his head on Wen Rensheng's shoulder, whispering,

Happy birthday.

He Mu's breath was a little hot, and when they got so close, her heart beat even faster at the sound of his voice, and a blush spread from her ears to her cheeks.

"Hmm..." Wen Ren hesitated for a moment, then squinted and nuzzled him. "Thank you, Mountain God."

He Mu just held him still, without saying a word, only his heartbeat grew stronger and stronger, trembling as he heard voices, making him feel a little embarrassed.

Why is the mountain god's heart beating so fast...?

When they used to sleep together, the mountain god barely breathed and never heard his heartbeat.

Is it... because of myself?

Hearing someone's voice, she swallowed hard and asked cautiously with concern, "What's wrong?"

He Mu let out a deep breath before slowly releasing Wen Rensheng.

Hearing voices, she took the opportunity to turn around and look up at him.

He Mu didn't look well, as if he hadn't slept for several days. His eyes were somewhat cloudy, and there was an inexplicable wound on the bridge of his nose.

But seeing He Mu in person and hearing his voice still made my heart ache uncontrollably, and my eyes almost welled up with tears.

He pursed his lips, trying to suppress the soreness in his throat, and lowered his head to change the subject: "You look like you haven't slept for days."

He Mu shook his head and said, "I've been traveling all night and I'm a bit tired. I'm not feeling very well."

"Do you want to go back to sleep?" Wenren paused, then said, "Today is my birthday, I can sleep with you."

"It's your birthday, shouldn't I be the one celebrating with you?"

He Mu concealed her weariness, took his hand, and said with a smile,

"Let's go, it's too cold outside, let's go home first."

!

They've held hands!

Hearing someone's voice, she looked down and her cheeks instantly turned rosy.

Still holding hands tightly...

In the dead of winter, the sound of people made him feel like he was being steamed alive. He was pulled along by He Mu, walking behind him awkwardly.

The two walked hand in hand back to the temple, getting soaked in the snow.

After returning to the room, He Mu took a handkerchief and handed it to Wen Rensheng, then found a clean woolen cloak to drape over him, and finally sat down next to him on the bed.

He stared at Wen Rensheng without any attempt to hide his gaze, as if he wanted to catch up on everything he had missed after not seeing him for so many days.

Hearing someone's voice, she carefully wiped her hair, feeling a flush rise to her face from his gaze.

After wiping for a while, he heard a voice and folded the handkerchief again, asking in a low voice, "Where has the Mountain God been meditating all this time?"

He Mu made a thoughtful expression, and finally replied with a faint smile: "I traveled around and searched for many blessed lands and grotto-heavens, and finally found a mountain that is similar to this place."

“Since it’s the same as here, why not just cultivate here?” Wen Rensheng said with dissatisfaction. “Does Fangze Mountain really interfere with your cultivation?”

He Mu smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Sheng Sheng, I can't stay at Fangze Mountain this time."

Hearing the voice and seeing how quickly he apologized, she grunted twice and decided to be magnanimous and let him go.

He moved closer to Mu, leaning his shoulder against him, and said, "So, has your Dao heart been cultivated yet?"

Mu did not answer this question immediately.

He lowered his gaze and landed on Wen Rensheng's wrist, where the bracelet he had given her was still hanging properly.

It was clear that Wen Rensheng had been taking great care of the child; the beads were still as lustrous as new, their colors radiant, making the child's skin appear even whiter.

He Mu looked away and answered.

"No."

It was a complete and utter defeat.

He Mu thought that after a period of quiet cultivation, he could completely forget his inappropriate feelings for Wen Rensheng.

So he left without saying goodbye, and didn't even dare to appear too close to Wenrensheng, for fear that his Dao heart would be affected again.

But it was no use. The more he secluded himself in meditation, the more the image of Wen Rensheng's face would repeatedly appear in his mind, smiling at him or with tears streaming down her face, embracing him and kissing his cheek, or...

Entangled in lust and unable to escape, she clings to his neck, begging for his pleasure, looking like she's waiting to be taken advantage of.

He Mu felt restless and itchy at the thought of these scenes, and even his throat was thirsty, so he couldn't calm down.

After struggling for half a year and nearly going mad several times, he returned to Fangze Mountain in a daze, hoping to find the final answer from Wenrensheng.

But now the answer is right in front of him, yet he can't see the end of it.

Hearing the voice, he comforted him, "It's alright, your Dao heart can be adjusted slowly. The Mountain God can go into seclusion at Fangze Mountain next time."

He didn't notice the heaviness in his gaze, and casually brushed two strands of hair over his shoulders, turning slightly to look at He Mu.

"Does the mountain god know how to braid hair?"

He Mu blinked and came back to his senses.

"Um?"

Hearing the voice, she pointed to her hair and said with a smile, "Today is my sixteenth birthday. You have to braid two braids for me so that I can live to be a hundred years old."

He Mu straightened up, his gaze falling on the two strands of hair that had been heard from Wen Rensheng.

He hesitated and said, "I...I've never tried it before. Let me give it a try?"

Hearing a voice, she nodded and obediently placed her hands on her lap.

Of course, He Mu had never learned how to braid hair.

But when Wen Rensheng was a child, Mu would secretly play with his hair while he was asleep, braiding it into a little girl's hairstyle, just so that Wen Rensheng would be scared and cry when he looked in the mirror the next day.

After doing this trick a few times, Mu got the hang of it.

He carefully picked up one strand, divided it into three, and began to braid Wen Rensheng's hair into a long braid.

Hearing voices, she took the opportunity to quietly reach into the bedding, found a wooden box, and silently placed it back on her lap, then covered it with both hands.

The gift is for him.

Hearing the voice, he took a deep breath.

When he was making the second one, he curled his fingers slightly and said softly, "Mountain God, I want to give you a gift."

He Mu paused in his movements.

"Gift?"

Hearing the voice, he slightly raised his eyes to look at He Mu. His cheeks were already burning red, and even the corners of his eyes were flushed. His pupils were misty.

"I am sixteen years old today."

"The first gift I want to give after becoming an adult is to my beloved."

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Author's note: My baby!