Chapter 547 Abandoning Ruthlessness (17)

Sitting in the yard watching the falling peach blossom petals, she saw Mo Jinwu coming out with a pot of tea and placed it in front of her, "The art of hospitality."

Song Xianning looked up at him.

Their eyes met for a moment, and Mo Jinwu turned around and said, "I'm going to retreat."

After closing the door, Mo Jinwu opened the treasure bag left to him by He Li.

In the past, He Li said that when he was most confused, he would open this treasure bag.

When he was about to advance to the Yuhua realm, he suddenly became hesitant.

After surviving the thunder tribulation, the ruthless way reached perfection, and he could only practice the ruthless way in his life.

In the past, he practiced the way of ruthlessness, and the technique would eliminate all emotions that were not conducive to "ruthlessness", so that he could firmly stick to the path of "ruthlessness".

But perhaps those throbbings made him too shaken, or perhaps it was because of someone that his heart was in turmoil.

Mo Jinwu undid the seal, and a jade slip of martial arts techniques fell into his hand, which he pressed against his forehead.

The Art of Changing the Way of Ruthlessness

After reading all the words, Mo Jinwu stroked the jade slip, thought for a moment, and then entered into meditation and practice.

Song Xianning finished her tea and felt that the breath inside gradually stabilized before returning to Guanchen Peak to meditate.

There was no sign of a breakthrough for the time being, so Song Xianning had no choice but to come out of seclusion.

After hesitating in the yard for a long time, Song Xianning decided to go up Guanchen Peak to take another look at Mo Jinwu.

When I arrived, I found Mo Jinwu sealing the wine jar.

Feeling that his aura was getting stronger, Song Xianning stood in the distance and watched him for a long time.

Mo Jinwu looked up.

She walked up to him and asked, "You got promoted?"

"Yes, a few days ago." Mo Jinwu nodded, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment.

After his promotion, he went to Yeonsu Peak and saw her in seclusion, so he came back.

"Is the technique okay?"

Mo Jinwu's eyes changed slightly for a moment, "Hmm."

Song Xianning stood in the distance and watched his movements. "You can also make wine?"

"Yeah." Mo Jinwu moved his thin lips, wanting to say something else to her, but when he thought of something, he just responded lightly.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk much, Song Xianning tactfully left Guanchen Peak. She lowered her eyes, feeling unhappy.

No matter whether she cared or pretended to be indifferent, he didn't care at all and always looked indifferent.

More than a thousand years passed in a flash. Whenever she saw Mo Jinwu, she would look at him from afar. Song Xianning did not get close to him. She often stayed in Yanxiu Peak to practice, or returned to the Song family to stay for a while.

On the contrary, it was Mo Jinwu, she seemed to feel that he was always looking at her.

Following his gaze, she saw him looking elsewhere. Song Xianning shook her head, preferring the idea that it was just her own overly persistent imagination.

During this period, Hong Liao, Ding Qiu, Yuan Ji and Zhe Shu all accepted disciples.

Lan Yi came to see Song Xianning several times. He said that he came in the name of friendship, and since he was already in front of her, there was nothing Song Xianning could do even if she wanted to avoid him.

Mo Jinwu looked at their backs as they walked side by side, his hands clenched in his sleeves behind his back, and his face turned cold.

Lan Yi noticed his gaze, smiled and nodded at him.

Mo Jinwu lowered his eyes and returned to Guanchen Peak to continue his retreat and speed up the practice of his skills.

One day, Song Xianning returned from the Song family. As soon as she entered the sect, she saw Fu Fengmian stuffing a few-month-old child into Mo Jinwu's arms. "Hurry up and take your son back. I've been coaxing him for so long, but as soon as you come here with such a cold face, he doesn't want me anymore. It's so infuriating."

Song Xianning's eyes trembled and she froze in place.

Two years after she returned home, he had a son? With whom?

Mo Jinwu met her gaze and said, "I found it, disciple."

Feeling her body gradually warming up, Song Xianning took two steps forward and looked at the child.

A very delicate and good-looking child, looking at her with his black eyes.

Song Xianning stretched out her hand, "Give me a hug."

Mo Jinwu handed Qi Yangui in his arms to her.

It was Song Xianning's first time holding a baby, and she was a little flustered.

Mo Jinwu lowered his eyes and held her hand through her sleeve to help her adjust her posture.

Fu Fengmian folded his hands and clicked his tongue, just like a family of three.

After holding the child firmly, Song Xianning looked up at him. It was the first time she saw him show a look that was almost gentle.

"What's his name?"

"Qi Yan Gui, a boy."

Song Xianning poked the face of the child blowing bubbles in her arms and asked, "Where did you pick it up from?"

"Zhongbei War Ruins, six months ago."

"Hmph~" The child reached out to Mo Jinwu, who took him into his arms with a cold face.

Song Xianning looked at him strangely. Was he explaining to her?

“Ahhh~”

"He's hungry." Fu Fengmian said, "Did you find goat milk?"

When he first brought the child back, he had an icy face that never changed. He looked at the child crying and didn't know why. Fu Fengmian came to find him and ended up becoming the child's nanny.

Mo Jinwu nodded, patted the child on the back, and said dryly, "Don't cry."

"Oh, hold it for me. You can't even coax a child." Fu Fengmian snatched the child from his arms. "Be good, baby. Godfather will take you back to drink milk. Don't cry~"

Fu Fengmian carried the child away and said, "Follow me, let's go back and warm up the goat milk and get him something to eat."

Mo Jinwu looked at Song Xianning, "Are you... coming?"

Song Xianning looked at him for a moment, nodded, and followed him to Guanchen Peak.

They were busy taking care of the children. Song Xianning sat on a stone bench and watched. Seeing Mo Jinwu being scolded by Fu Fengmian for being clumsy, she couldn't help laughing.

Mo Jinwu looked over and saw that she had restrained the smile on her lips, leaving only a pair of naturally smiling eyes still filled with laughter.

After feeding the child, Fu Fengmian threw him to Mo Jinwu, "Just watch over him while I go get him some clothes made. If he makes an "ah" sound, it means he's uncomfortable. If he makes two "ahs," it means he's peed. If he makes three "ahs," it means he's hungry. If he hums at you, it means you want him to hold you..."

After talking a lot, Fu Fengmian left in a hurry.

"ah……"

Mo Jinwu looked at him and adjusted the way he held the child.

Song Xianning wove a cradle with vines between two peach trees and looked at Mo Jinwu. "Put it here."

Mo Jinwu put him in the cradle.

Song Xianning sat beside the cradle, rocking him gently and making him laugh, "Xiao Yan Gui, you're quite handsome."

Mo Jinwu stood by, watching the child waving his hands, occasionally glancing at her.

After coaxing the child to sleep, Song Xianning looked at him and said, "Bring the quilt over and cover him."

Mo Jinwu took out a blanket for the child from the space, bent down to wrap the child and put it back into the cradle, then looked at her.

After their eyes met for a while, Song Xianning realized that she had nothing to say to him, so she stood up and said, "I'm leaving."

Mo Jinwu nodded.

He wanted to keep her, but he didn't dare.

The transformation of the technique has reached a critical moment. If he gives her hope at this time, he will fail. The ruthless technique will clear all his emotions, which will harm her.

She said that if you can't give her the response she wants, then don't give her fantasies.

Song Xianning returned to Yanxiu Peak. The higher the realm, the harder it is to break the bottleneck. In recent decades, the speed of cultivation has slowed down a lot.

Since she couldn't make a breakthrough, she didn't need to be too anxious. She could just drink tea and plant flowers on Yanxiu Peak.