Chapter 78: I won't get angry if it's in the tens.
Hearing the voices, he was angered by He Mu's words. He snatched a sickle from He Mu's hand and went to the other side of the mountain to collect herbs.
He Mu was not comfortable letting him out of his sight, so he silently followed behind.
Hearing voices, his senses were sharp, and he naturally noticed He Mu. However, he deliberately did not turn around, walked a distance on his own, and then squatted down, imitating He Mu, and picked up a strangely shaped bunch of grass from the ground.
He Mu kindly reminded her, "These are weeds."
"Of course I know!" Wen Rensheng immediately bristled. "I thought it was pretty and wanted to pick it to take home for Master. Is that not allowed?"
"Then why didn't you see me off?" He Mu also squatted down, casually flicking a blade of grass with his finger. "Don't you like me? Or do you like Master more?"
"I,"
Hearing the voice, he choked on it, so he simply lowered his head, raised his knife, and with a "crack," chopped down the weeds.
"I don't like you for now!"
He stood up and muttered something.
He Mu looked disappointed: "Then I'm so sad."
As he spoke, he walked around behind Wenrensheng, leaned down on his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "I won't be able to eat tonight, Shengsheng."
"..."
Wen Rensheng initially wanted to keep a cold face, but Mu's tone was so genuine that Wen Rensheng couldn't bring himself to continue threatening him.
After struggling for a moment, she turned around at the sound of someone's voice, squinted, and nuzzled against He Mu: "Then count to ten more, and I won't be angry anymore..."
“Ten counts…” He Mu’s hand slid to Wen Rensheng’s waist, and he said slowly, “After ten counts, no matter what, you won’t be angry anymore, right?”
Hearing a voice, she hummed in response, her face flushed slightly, and she could barely hold onto the handful of grass, which scattered sparsely.
He Mu was not going to let it go easily. He slowly reached up and touched Wen Rensheng's chest, hooked the middle button with his fingertips, and then slipped inside the seam of her clothes.
“You count, Shengsheng,” He Mu gently pinched him, “We’ll make up after you’re done counting.”
What's the point of counting? It's obvious Mu Ming is going to bully him!
...However, were his words a bit too harsh? What if Mu heard that I didn't like him and got really hurt?
If we don't resist, will Mu be happy?
Hearing the voices, he endured for a while, but finally relaxed his strength and chose to let Mu do as he pleased.
He tilted his head back slightly and leaned against He Mu, breathing softly and silently.
Oh well, they're going to get married anyway.
Hearing people's voices, he tried to convince himself.
My brother treats him like his wife, so it's only natural for him to do something like this; it's not excessive...
Just as I was thinking this, I heard a faint rustling sound not far away. Hearing voices and sounds, my ears twitched alertly.
“Someone…” He quickly came to his senses and shoved He Mu, “There’s someone nearby.”
It didn't seem to have much killing intent, so it probably wasn't some kind of monster or deity.
He Mu quickly noticed as well. He felt slightly disappointed, sighed, and withdrew his hand from Wen Rensheng's clothes, while also fastening the unbuttoned buttons for him.
His clothes were a little wrinkled, and Mu Xixin smoothed them out before letting go of his embrace.
Hearing voices, his legs went weak, but luckily He Mu caught him in time, preventing him from falling.
"The reaction was huge."
Mu pulled his arm and said.
Wenren hurriedly touched her burning cheek with the back of her hand. Her clothes were still rubbing against the spot that had just been pinched and swollen, making the sensation particularly noticeable. Wenren didn't dare to make any big movements.
"Bullying people."
He complained in a hoarse voice as he cried.
Seeing how pitiful he was, Mu quickly kissed Wenrensheng's hair and hugged him tightly.
"I was wrong, I was wrong," he said. "I'll make it up to you in a bit, okay?"
Hearing the voices, he didn't blame him. He just wanted to be affectionate with He Mu. The two rubbed their faces together and stuck close until they heard the footsteps approaching again, then reluctantly separated.
"Young hero, the Mountain God."
As soon as they separated, a withered hand parted the bushes in front of them, revealing two figures in plain clothes, one tall and one short, each wearing monk's robes and with their heads shaved.
One of them also had several tattoos on his head, which are the kind of tattoos that are added to the heads of people who go to the temple to atone for their sins.
He recognized the voice, hesitated, and said, "...Chen Shou?"
The man bowed his head and replied, "It's me."
The short little monk next to him was very young, probably only five or six years old, and the monk's robe looked extremely large on him.
He hid behind Chen Shou, his eyes timid, cautiously watching Wen Rensheng and He Mu.
Chen Shou shielded the little monk with one hand and said, "This is my junior brother. After I die, he will be the only disciple of the Guiyi Sword Sect."
Hearing the voice, He Mu and I exchanged a glance. The two remained silent, unsure of what to say in response.
Chen Shou did say yesterday that he wanted to become a monk and spend the rest of his life chanting sutras to atone for the sins of the deceased clan leader, but Hearing people's voices, he didn't take it to heart.
The fact that he didn't cut off Chen Shou's head was already a testament to his kind heart, let alone expecting such a person to have a sudden change of heart before his death.
But clearly, Chen Shou still has people he cares about by his side.
After saying this, he took out a scroll from his lapel, limped toward the sound of people, and finally stopped a step away.
“Young hero,” he swallowed hard, and handed the scroll to Wenren Sheng with some difficulty, “this is something I found among my junior brother Chen Lian’s belongings when I was packing his things. No one else knows about it.”
"What happened back then was my stupidity and my apathy. I knew my junior brother had done wrong, but I still sided with my fellow disciples to protect him, causing you to suffer such a great injustice."
Hearing the voice, he took the scroll with a complicated expression. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but the thing felt very heavy, as if it weighed a thousand pounds, making it almost impossible for him to lift.
“I’ve seen the contents of the scroll and know a little bit about it,” Chen Shou said, lowering his eyes. “If the enemy you’re looking for is really above the Nine Heavens, this scroll should be of help to you.”
Hearing the voice, he frowned: "...What do you mean?"
“Young hero,” Chen Shou said, “I have not cultivated for long enough to comprehend the so-called Dao Heart, and my knowledge is very shallow. I can only do my best to tell you some useful things.”
The little monk not far away pouted, lifted his wide robe, and hurriedly walked towards Chen Shou's side, glancing at He Mu as he went.
When He Mu's gaze fell on him, he was almost scared to tears, sobbing twice as he grabbed Chen Shou's clothes.
Chen Shou ignored him and continued, "I once overheard Elder Wu Di saying something to Junior Brother Chen Lian. He said that 'that person' in the Nine Heavens has made a promise that as long as the Sword Sect obtains the Heavenly Spirit Root, the Heavenly Dao will open a shortcut for the Guiyi Sword Sect in the future, and the disciples of the Sword Sect will no longer find it difficult to ascend."
Upon hearing this, Wen Rensheng's expression shifted, and he gripped the scroll in his hand tightly: "That lord? Are you referring to Siming?"
Chen Shou shook his head, indicating that he did not know.
He lowered his eyes, looked longingly at the little monk behind him, and slowly said, "Thank you both for sparing my life. My junior brother will spend the rest of his life in the temple chanting sutras for you. I hope that you two will have your wishes fulfilled after you ascend to heaven."
After saying this, he gave the two of them a proper bow, then turned around and took the little monk's hand.
He walked slowly back along the path he had come from, his steps uneven.
Just as their figures were about to disappear, the golden rays of the setting sun shone on the ground. Hearing voices and looking at them, he felt a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe.
It wasn't pity, nor was it hatred.
It was as if, at that moment, he had become an outsider, calmly watching the two people's lives unfold.
After a long while, Mu touched his hand.
“It’s getting late,” he said with a smile. “Sheng Sheng, shall I roast that sweet potato for you?”
Hearing voices, she snapped out of her daze and met He Mu's gaze.
"Then this scroll..."
“Since it’s something used to deal with the Heavenly Court, there’s no harm in taking a look. It would be best if it could help us,” He Mu patted his ear. “If you think it’s bad luck to have something from your enemy, I’ll burn it for you. Anyway, we can solve the problem without it.”
Upon hearing the voice, a glint flashed in his eyes.
"Really?"
“Of course it’s true,” He Mu cupped his face in his hands. “Sheng Sheng, as long as you’re willing, I will always be your sword, and I will protect you for the rest of my life.”
Hearing the voice, her face flushed, and she hurriedly lowered her eyes, avoiding eye contact with He Mu.
"Let's eat sweet potatoes, brother..."
Seeing his shyness, He Mu smiled and deliberately asked, "Sheng Sheng, don't your heart pound when you hear such sweet words?"
"No way!" Wen Rensheng closed his eyes, pushed He Mu, and shouted, "Brother is a country bumpkin, so incredibly unsophisticated! Who would say something like 'be your sword' these days!"
"Oh, so you're the little country bumpkin I raised."
"I'm not!"
"Okay, then it's your turn to speak. Tell me something that isn't corny."
"...Don't try to fool me with sweet talk!"
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Night falls.
A bonfire was lit in front of the house, warming the air and giving both of them a warm, rosy glow.
He Mu picked a branch of suitable thickness, quickly peeled off the bark, sharpened the tip, and finally skewered the sweet potato that Wen Rensheng had picked onto it.
Hearing someone's voice, she sat on a small stool, cupping her face in her hands to look at him.
What did your brother do before he ascended to heaven?
He Mu placed the skewered sweet potatoes next to the fire, and sparks burned the purplish-red shells, making crackling sounds.
He Mu said, "My parents died early. When I was a child, I think I had a master to teach me kung fu. I used the money he gave me to buy books for leisure reading. I accidentally got a book called 'Qi Refining Method' and started thinking about cultivating it myself."
Wen Rensheng loved listening to stories, so he moved his stool closer to He Mu and hugged He Mu's arm.
"And then, brother?"
He Mu propped her chin on her hand and looked at him with a smile, saying, "And then, I mastered it."
Hearing someone's voice, she hugged him tightly and pressed, "Is it that simple? Tell me more specifically!"
He Mu pinched his cheek: "How else can it be more specific? When I was about ten years old, I mastered the method of Qi cultivation, and then I left my master to go to a third-rate sword cultivation sect, where I cultivated until I reached the Golden Core stage."
He Mu ascended to heaven at the age of twenty-five. His cultivation experience was shorter than that of most people in the world. Therefore, when he first ascended, he was an unknown immortal because of his ordinary strength.
This is also why Si Ming chose him to kill for him; the more inconspicuous a person is, the more suitable they are for doing such low-level things.
He Mu briefly recounted his experiences before his ascension to Wen Rensheng, but he couldn't remember much about what happened three hundred years ago. He could only tell the story half-made up and half-guessed. The child listened with great interest and kept pestering He Mu with questions.
"My brother's spiritual root is fire, so why does he usually use water-based spells?"
He Mu smiled, flicked his finger, and another sword wrapped in white stripes flew from not far away.
As soon as the hilt was in his hand, the white stripes spontaneously dispersed, revealing a long sword of brilliant gold, its entire body ablaze with fiery patterns, like a golden crow.
"This is the sword I created with my sword intent when I broke into the Heavenly Palace and erased the name of the Heartless Stele. It's called Golden Crow," Mu said. "This sword can only be used with fire-type spells, but wildfires are prone to break out here, so it's not often used."
Hearing the voice, he tilted his head: "What about that pervert?"
He Mu said succinctly, "The 'Lust Killer' is a sword formed from my Dao heart, which is quite special."
"That's so cheeky," Wen Rensheng pouted, "Brother has two Divine Weapons, but I only have one."
He Mu smiled and said, "Your Heavenly Spiritual Root can summon any divine weapon. Strictly speaking, all the divine weapons in the world belong to you."
Hearing a soft hum, he said, "I don't like taking other people's things."
He Mu tapped his head and said, "Consider the color-killing and golden crows as gifts from me, not robbery."
He was happy to hear human voices. He liked Tianxin, but he also liked the Mountain God's sword. He childishly wanted to have both. Mu guessed his heart immediately and fulfilled his wish.
Hearing the voice, she leaned happily against He Mu's shoulder.
"When I return to Cangzhou in a few days, I will tell my master that I already have three divine weapons."
He paused, then, as if remembering something, added,
"Oh—no, it's four, because the mountain god said he himself wanted to become my sword!"
"…………"
He Mu realized that what he said was indeed a bit corny. He scratched his face, awkwardly picked up the string of sweet potatoes, and started roasting them over the fire.
The cool moon hung high in the sky, and the firelight danced vividly beneath it, dispelling the chill of the night.
Hearing someone lean against him for a while, she looked up at He Mu and suddenly said, "Brother, when we return to Cangzhou, I want to go into seclusion for a while."
"Seclusion?" He Mu looked surprised. "Why?"
“I’m only one step away from reaching the next level. After I emerge from seclusion this time, I will definitely be able to ascend,” Wenren said solemnly. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
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Author's Note: [Laughing out loud][Laughing out loud][Laughing out loud]
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