Chapter 24 One kiss, I'm not greedy
Just as I heard a voice and was about to call out again, I suddenly felt a touch on the back of my neck.
Hearing the voice and Mu's actions, he shivered and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the back of his neck.
Looking at his palm, apart from the water stains left from struggling in the water, he couldn't find anything else.
"Are you petting me like a puppy?" Wen Rensheng frowned and muttered, "The mountain god is really mean."
He Mu waded into the water beside him and casually teased, "You barked just now like a puppy."
"I didn't make a sound," the voice insisted stubbornly.
He was just afraid of pain; he wasn't a coward who ran away at the last minute. Besides, Mu had coaxed him a couple of times and he obediently stopped crying. He felt he had done a great job.
On the contrary, the mountain god... he showed absolutely no mercy just now!
Thinking of this, Wen Rensheng couldn't help but feel indignant: "If the mountain god thought I was shouting too loudly, why couldn't he have been gentler?"
"I don't mind at all," Mu said innocently. "Your voice sounds nice, I like it, but don't make wild guesses."
Hearing voices, he moved closer and squinted at He Mu.
"--real?"
He Mu leaned closer and nuzzled his nose against his, whispering, "Really, so cute."
Wen Rensheng was a very easy person to coax. After He Mu said that, his unhappiness quickly disappeared, and he even tilted his head up and cupped He Mu's face to give him two kisses.
"Okay, then I forgive you!"
After the kiss, Hearing people's voices, she smiled at Mu Canran, then pointed generously to her cheek and said,
"As a reward, give me a kiss too."
He lowered his gaze to look at Wen Rensheng. The curve of her peach blossom eyes was beautiful, and the color in her eyes was clear and pure, like a glass bead.
A kiss on someone as beautiful as her would certainly be a reward.
He Mu sighed softly, ran his hand through Wen Rensheng's hair, covered his face, and leaned down to place a light kiss on the spot where Wen Rensheng's beauty mark was.
"Alright," He Mu wiped Wen Rensheng's eyes and said softly, "Just one kiss, I'm not greedy."
"..."
He blinked blankly at the sound of voices.
Kiss, kiss, kiss!
His eyes?!
Although she had asked for it herself, Wenrensheng felt embarrassed after kissing Mu.
He hurriedly lowered his head, his face flushed, and silently moved half a step to the side, keeping some distance from He Mu.
He Mu raised an eyebrow: "Are you shy?"
"What's going on?" Wenren sank deeper into the water, avoiding eye contact, and muttered, "How can you be so intimate..."
Upon hearing this, He Mu belatedly realized that his actions just now seemed a bit rash.
It's not unreasonable for him to question others' voices, since he often kisses or nibbles at others' cheeks when they hear them, so he's already used to it.
But just now, for some reason, Mu and I didn't kiss each other's cheeks first, but instead kissed the two tear moles on the face where we heard each other's voices.
This is... way too intimate.
He Mu scratched his face and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, I apologize to you, Sheng Sheng."
As soon as he apologized, he became even more shy at the sound of voices. He hurriedly pushed He Mu's shoulder and said hastily, "Okay, I forgive you. Now turn around quickly!"
He Mu asked in confusion, "Why do we have to turn around again?"
"I...I'll give you a massage!" Hearing the voice, she quickly came up with a plan. "Like just now, I'll unblock your meridians, yes!"
He hurriedly pushed He Mu away, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw He Mu finally turn around with a hint of disbelief and heard voices.
Thank goodness, he didn't see me blushing so bright red!
Seriously, why does he blush so easily now that the Heavenly Spiritual Root has returned to his body?
Especially after being kissed by the mountain god, his heart almost stopped, and his face was burning hot, like a furnace.
If it weren't for the fact that his skin was already a little red from soaking in the hot spring, He Mu would definitely have noticed and laughed at him for being so thin-skinned!
After waiting for a while, He Mu urged, "Weren't you supposed to help me clear my meridians? Why aren't you doing it?"
"oh oh!"
Upon hearing voices, he quickly began to haphazardly massage He Mu's back using his haphazard massage techniques.
As he massaged her, he recalled the painful memories of being tormented by He Mu earlier, and a surge of anger rose in his heart. He began pinching and squeezing her in resentment, retaliating against He Mu.
Unfortunately, I didn't feel anything for Mu.
Hearing the voice, his movements were weak and feeble. It was as if he had been stepped on by a cat's paw pads. He only felt itchy and wanted to laugh. It was completely impossible for him to shout so heartbreakingly and cry so pitifully as Wen Rensheng had just done.
He shrugged and said, "Even gods are made of stone. Next time you bring a machete, maybe I'll yell like you."
"A machete?!"
Startled by the sound of voices, he ducked back.
Although I knew the mountain god was powerful, I didn't expect him to be so invulnerable, that even a knife couldn't hurt him?
This is simply...
So cool!
Upon hearing the voice, he immediately forgot all his previous complaints and blinked his eyes as he asked, "Then what kind of cultivation is needed to achieve such invulnerability, being indestructible and invincible?"
"Well..."
He casually plucked a bamboo leaf from the pond, pinched it between his fingers, aimed at a tree stump not far away, and flicked it with his wrist.
With a whoosh, the bamboo leaf shot through the air and embedded itself in the center of the tree stump like a sharp blade, its force so great that it penetrated deep into the wood!
"Oh!" someone exclaimed in surprise. "I know, I've read about it in storybooks, it's called 'Picking Leaves and Flying Flowers'!"
"Do you still want to be a sword cultivator?" He Mu asked. "If so, we'll start practicing martial arts tomorrow."
Hearing a voice, he paused, then tentatively asked, "Should we learn sword control first?"
He Mu laughed at him: "Coward."
"I'm not a coward!"
Hearing someone's voice, he hummed twice, then turned his head away, ignoring He Mu.
A moment later, he stealthily peeked out from his shoulder and whispered:
"……think!"
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Hearing the voices, he immediately set to work. The next day at dawn, he stood in the temple's training ground, dressed in his Qi-cultivation suit.
This place didn't exist originally. It was created by Yi Jinxiang a few years ago when she "claimed" to have nothing better to do. In reality, it was specifically for her to come out of seclusion to learn martial arts after hearing human voices.
She was a scholar who didn't like to use violence and originally intended to groom Wenrensheng as her successor.
Unfortunately, this silly child kept talking about wanting to be some kind of legend or a great hero in the future. After listening to him for a long time, she was also influenced by him and unconsciously came up with the idea of building a martial arts training ground near the mountain god temple.
In this way, the temple no longer resembled a temple, but rather a proper immortal sect.
He liked the sound of people around him. After visiting Yi Jinxiang this morning, he thanked her sweetly several times before coming to the training ground to find He Mu.
He Mu was also wearing a Qi Refining outfit today, a mix of black and white, the exact opposite of the color of Wen Rensheng's clothes.
He was holding two ordinary iron swords, and when he heard voices approaching, he tossed one of them to him.
"oh!"
Hearing voices, he quickly stepped forward and took the object with both hands.
The iron sword was quite heavy, but lighter than the Se Sha sword; it could be held with one hand by Hen Ren.
He picked up the sword and, based on his memory of how Mu used a sword, swung it around in place, making several cool poses.
Finally, he looked at He Mu with expectant eyes.
"How about it?"
He Mu nodded: "Impressive."
Upon hearing the voice, he immediately cheered and ran around Mu twice before finally hugging him from behind.
"Then I want a sword as cool as Se Sha in the future," Wen Rensheng said in a rambling voice, "and then my sword and Se Sha will be good friends."
"I've already thought of a name: Shattering the Void and Endless Slaying Calamity... uh... the Number One Divine Sword in Heaven and Earth!"
He Mu disagreed with his naming skills, and lightly flicked Wen Rensheng's head, saying:
"Give me a name like that, and by the time you call it out, everyone will have already drawn their swords."
"Huh?" Wen Rensheng covered his forehead. "But the Mountain God never calls out his name when he uses his sword."
“Se Sha has been with me for hundreds of years, so of course there’s no need to call him,” He Mu said as he stood behind Wenren and positioned his sword to support him. “In the future, your sword will ascend with you, and you can do that too.”
However, that's what they say. Given the abilities of the Heavenly Spiritual Root, it's possible that it could summon people silently without ascending to immortality.
Wen Rensheng had done it once five years ago at the Guiyi Sword Sect.
Hearing voices and sensing He Mu's presence behind him, his heart tightened, and he subconsciously straightened his back.
Focus your attention and listen to the voices.
He took a deep breath, slowly focused his mind, and began to concentrate on the iron sword in his hand.
He Mu was not strict with him when teaching him swordsmanship, and he would not refuse if he heard people asking for a rest.
But this child had high expectations for himself. On the first day of sword practice, he gritted his teeth and persevered, not even thinking about lunch, and practiced sword from dawn until dusk.
After a day like this, the arm that had been listening to people's voices could no longer move.
The bruises from yesterday's meridian-clearing treatment on my back have become even more severe. By last night, I couldn't even lie down to sleep because of the sound of people around me. My entire back felt like it was on fire, and it hurt whenever I touched it.
"Waaah—"
Hearing voices, she lay on the bed, tears welling in her eyes, biting her pillow and pounding the bed with her fists.
"Ouch...it hurts!"
"Does it hurt like this?" He Mu straddled behind him, her hand, which was about to apply the ointment, paused in mid-air. "I only just touched it a little bit, I haven't even spread it yet."
Hearing voices, she buried her face in the mattress and sobbed, "It hurts like my skin is being peeled off!"
It seems this medicine won't be administered.
He Mu sighed, braced himself against the bed, leaned closer to hear the voice, and comforted him, "Then you should sleep first. Rest for a while tomorrow, and I'll apply the medicine for you when it doesn't hurt anymore, okay?"
"..."
Upon hearing He Mu's words, Wen Rensheng finally quieted down.
He slightly raised his head from under the covers, his brows furrowed, his expression looking extremely troubled.
My back is sore and itchy, and my arms feel like they've been dislocated; any movement causes pain all over my body.
If you ask if I want to rest, I hear people saying they wish they could sleep for three days straight, lying in bed and never getting up again.
But if you put down your sword, your cultivation will lose its meaning.
After a moment of silence upon hearing the voice, he hugged the blankets beneath him and mumbled:
"...The mountain god will just tell me a story to comfort me, I can tolerate it."
He Mu lay down on his side, supporting his head as he looked at him.
"Sure, whose story would you like to hear? From heaven and earth, from all the immortal sects, just pick one."
Hearing voices, she turned her head and blinked obediently at He Mu.
“I want to hear your opinion,” he said. “I want to know why the mountain god chose to learn swordsmanship and why he chose to become a swordsman.”
Wen Rensheng was really curious about He Mu. In the past, it was a child's yearning for a lone hero. Now, perhaps there were other feelings involved. In short, it was curiosity and a desire to know. He could never get tired of hearing the story of the mountain god.
He Mu smiled and tucked the blanket around Wen Rensheng, saying, "Okay, but this story isn't very romantic. Do you really want to hear it?"
Hearing voices, he adjusted his lying position, closed his eyes, and nodded vigorously.
He Mu then said, "I chose to take up the sword because—"
"call……"
Before he could finish speaking, He Mu heard Wen Rensheng's light and steady breathing beside him.
The child was so tired that he didn't have time to listen and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
"..."
All right.
He Mu smiled helplessly, then lay down and gently stroked Wen Rensheng's hair.
Why did you pick up the sword?
If you ask Mu about his initial motivation for choosing to become a sword cultivator, it wasn't because he loved using swords so much, but simply because swords offered him freedom.
Whether he entered the martial arts world or cultivated immortality, all his choices were based on these two words.
Hundreds of years ago, when Mu Fei ascended to the celestial realm and was bestowed the title of "True Lord Cangyu," the Heavenly Court was to designate a "fiefdom" in the mortal world for him and build a temple there.
He didn't choose the place where the martial god's fortune was at its peak, nor did he choose the blessed land with numerous sects. Instead, he chose Fangze Mountain, an insignificant little hill, so that he could be free and unrestrained after ascension and wouldn't have to guard this small place day and night.
But over the years, this idea has subtly changed.
Mu's knuckles slowly traced Wen Rensheng's earlobe, the back of her neck, and finally touched that faint mole.
At the same time, Wenrensheng, whose transformation spell was only half-finished, mumbled a few words in his sleep and gently twitched his wolf ears.
A mortal's life lasts a hundred years, while an immortal's life lasts a hundred years. Mu always pursues freedom from the outside world, choosing to ascend, to cultivate the path of ruthlessness, and to sever all ties with the mortal world, seeking only to be free from the constraints of heaven and earth.
So he personally carved his name on the Monument of Heartlessness, in exchange for the righteousness of the Way and the freedom to come and go.
The bargaining chip he was given in exchange was that as long as this inscription remained, his heart would be forever trapped in emptiness, making it almost impossible for him to feel affection for anyone or to express any feelings in person.
Back then, he thought it was an incredibly profitable deal.
But now, He Mu had a vague premonition—
Sooner or later, I will pay the price for the "freedom" I chose.
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Author's note: Sheng Sheng must be the type who likes sweet talk, and coincidentally, Mu is good at it...
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