Chapter 10: Caught a man and a woman alone in the yard for so long. ...
Halfway through the afternoon, the day's work was over.
Mu Fuyun meditated and adjusted his breathing by the bamboo forest for half an hour, until he felt no more discomfort in his body. Then he stood up and left Qinglu, heading towards Xizhao Pavilion.
Today is the day when Chu Ye is needed. She doesn't want to lose too much spiritual power on meaningless things, so when Zhan Yao suddenly attacked just now, she restrained herself from using spiritual power and only responded with moves.
There was a gap of three levels between her and Zhan Yao. If she had given her all, she might have been able to hold on a little longer and not lose so easily. But in this case, the sword style would not have played its due role, and she seemed to be suppressed the entire time and had no power to fight back. Even in those four moves she launched, she used the best response method.
Mu Fuyun didn't care about other people's opinions at all. He just felt a little sorry that he had wasted the opportunity to duel with swords.
At this stage, Zhan Yao is the best fencing opponent.
Xizhao Pavilion is located to the west of Guizang Palace. Mu Fuyun followed the route he took last time. When he passed a small path next to Guizang Palace, he saw a gray figure flash by as he glanced at the shadows of the dense trees in the north.
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
Song Xinghe was indeed attracted by her words.
Although his cultivation was slightly inferior to Chu Ye's, he was already in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm. It was easy for him to hide his tracks in front of her who was in the early stage of the Qi Refining Realm. It was really deliberate for him to let her discover him so easily.
She didn't do what he wanted, pretending that she hadn't noticed anything and continued walking forward.
The barrier at the main gate of Xizhao Pavilion was not opened, so Mu Fuyun walked straight in without encountering any hindrance.
This time, Chu Ye did not wait for her in the house, but sat cross-legged on the straw couch in the yard, holding a very old-looking book in his hand. No one knew what profound Taoist teachings were written in it, but reading it made him look restless.
Although he knew that Mu Fuyun had come in, he still acted as if he didn't notice anything, without even blinking, until Mu Fuyun walked up to him, reached out and took the scroll from his hand and threw it aside, which made him frown and look up.
"Didn't your parents teach you how to write the word 'polite'?"
Mu Fuyun's eyes swept across the yellowed words "Guiyuan Shenghun" on the page: "I haven't taught you that."
Chu Ye sneered: "I haven't taught you, why is Yue'er so humble and polite?"
In his mind, Mu Fuyue came to Tianyan Sect alone at a young age. No matter how much hardship and fatigue she endured, she always maintained a heartbreaking innocence and resilience, and treated everyone with a smile.
Mu Fuyun said calmly: "Of course it's because her parents only taught her."
She was telling the truth. Mu Fuyue was the elder sister, raised by her parents personally, and she, the younger sister, had been "taken care of" by her elder sister since she was born.
My parents took care of everything for my elder sister and were very "confident" in her, so they naturally neglected my younger sister.
The younger sister was unwilling to be ignored, and always did something irritating to attract the attention of her parents. However, what she got in return was always her elder sister's guilty crying and her parents' impatient scolding.
Of course, her parents never really taught her about manners—unless indiscriminate punishment counts as “teaching.”
Chu Ye frowned and paused, then said with a half-smile: "Do you think I will believe you?"
Mu Fuyun shrugged: "It's up to you."
Somehow, Chu Ye felt that his "kind" temper, which was often praised by his fellow students, was always difficult to restrain in front of her.
"Sit down and don't waste your time."
He gave a cold order, waved his hand, raised the barrier around him, took out the white jade porcelain bottle used to collect blood from his sleeve, and placed it on the table beside the couch with a "dong".
Mu Fuyun took off his outer robe without saying a word, put on a plain white inner garment, straightened his back and sat cross-legged on the couch.
Chu Ye looked at the thin figure in front of him and felt inexplicably annoyed.
She had been in Tianyan Sect for half a month, but she looked thinner than when she first came. If someone didn't know, they would think that Tianyan Sect had treated her badly.
I don’t know who I’m doing this for.
He was angry and circulated his spiritual power, but because of what happened last time, he didn't dare to rashly output too much spiritual power. He could only transform the spiritual power into strands, slowly penetrate the layer of clothes from his palms, and force it into the meridians on her back.
This time, he could feel that the stagnation between the meridians seemed to be slightly less than before, and the spiritual power, like a silver needle that had just been burned by a fierce fire, was slowly pushed into a deeper place.
"If you can't stand it, there's no need to endure it." Chu Ye looked at her straight back with cold eyes, "This won't make people look up to you, it will only make you a laughing stock."
Mu Fuyun didn't move, as if she didn't hear his words. She focused on accepting the spiritual power that made her painful and burning. She adjusted her breath to the maximum extent and let big beads of sweat continue to fall on her hot cheeks.
Chu Ye felt that his sword had slashed into the water, but he did not see any signs of flesh being torn apart. Instead, the sword intent was hindered by the water.
He pursed his lips, gritted his teeth and stopped talking.
After more than half an hour, Mu Fuyun felt a new spiritual power appear in his dantian, which was stirring with the circulation of his breath.
"That's enough."
She opened her eyes, the corners of her eyes slightly red because of the heat all over her body. She looked like she had lost most of her strength. Her upper body leaned forward, her hands on the couch, breathing deeply.
Chu Ye's eyes quickly passed over her, then looked at the pine and cypress trees standing in the courtyard. He turned his back to her, adjusted his clothes, and said in a deep voice, "Blood."
Mu Fuyun pricked his fingertips and let the fresh, warm blood flow into the white jade porcelain bottle.
"To learn swordsmanship, you can't just learn the techniques without using spiritual power. You'll never learn it in your lifetime." Somehow, he blurted out these words without any context.
Mu Fuyun raised his eyebrows but didn't respond.
"Okay, Big Brother, you might as well test it to avoid any further disputes later."
The porcelain bottle was handed in front of him, and Chu Ye reached out to take it. Just as his fingertips touched the porcelain bottle, there was a sudden huge vibration outside the main gate. Then, the barrier there was split open from the outside by a sharp sword intent with a white rainbow.
"What are you doing!" Song Xinghe broke through the barrier outside the main gate, looked at the two people in the courtyard with a murderous look, and asked angrily, "Is this worthy of Senior Sister?"
Mu Fuyun looked down at himself. He was only wearing his inner clothes. Although he was wrapped tightly from head to toe, his flushed skin, wet beads of sweat, and somewhat unsteady steps could easily be misunderstood.
However, she had no obligation to explain. She simply let go of his hand, took a step back, and gave space to the pair of brothers who already disliked each other.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Chu Ye frowned as he looked at Song Xinghe who suddenly rushed in with an expression as if he was going to accuse him, and responded with a calm attitude.
He is the eldest senior brother of the sect and usually behaves in a steady manner. He always feels that although Song Xinghe has outstanding talent and has reached the Jindan stage at a young age, his mind is very immature. He always follows Mu Fuyue and childishly interferes when she gets close to him, the eldest senior brother.
He looked down on Song Xinghe's petty thoughts from the bottom of his heart. The more he looked down on him, the more he had to show the breadth of mind and magnanimity of a senior brother.
"Am I talking nonsense?" Song Xinghe laughed angrily. He swung the tip of the White Rainbow Sword to the side, pointing it at Mu Fuyun, causing a considerable ripple in the air. "Then, Senior Brother, tell me why she is here! You two, a man and a woman, have been alone in this courtyard for so long. What did you do to end up like this?"
As he spoke, his fair cheeks flushed slightly, not knowing whether it was because of his excitement or for some other reason.
Mu Fuyun smiled at him innocently, turned around, picked up his Taoist robe, put it on, and patiently arranged it.
Song Xinghe became even angrier, and he swung the sword in his hand uncontrollably towards the ground, instantly splitting a huge rock three meters away that two people could hug into two halves.
Chu Ye's face darkened as he warned, "Junior brother, you rashly entered my courtyard, and I haven't pursued the matter yet. Now you're being so presumptuous again. This is truly a violation of the sect's rules of respecting teachers and honoring elders. If you don't behave yourself, I'll send you to the Discipline Hall for punishment."
"Don't use your senior brother's airs to pressure me!" Song Xinghe's knuckles turned slightly white as he gripped the hilt of the sword. "I just want to ask you, Senior Sister has only been gone for a few months, and you can't wait to get along with this kind of person--"
The tip of his sword pointed at Mu Fuyun again, and layers of spiritual power emanated from the surroundings, with a sharp and imposing aura.
"——Swindle! Are your feelings towards Senior Sister so cheap?!"
Mu Fuyun felt that his questioning was extremely sharp, and could not help but look at him again, secretly applauding in his heart.
See, it’s not that they don’t understand, they just know how to understand only when they should understand - and soon, he will also pretend not to understand.
A dark light flashed in Chu Ye's eyes, and he was almost unable to bear it any longer: "I said, don't talk nonsense. What happened between her and me is not what you think. I was just helping her to clear the meridians in her body."
Song Xinghe was stunned, unable to believe his words: "Brother, I'm not that easy to fool! Why should I help her? Over the years, she has never been kind to me. Why should I treat her so well after my death?"
"Senior Brother Chu, are you planning to keep it a secret from him?" Mu Fuyun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, successfully arousing Song Xinghe's vigilance again.
"What did you do without telling me?"
Chu Ye turned his head to look at her and scoffed, "It seems that he also has a target you want to use. Well, it doesn't hurt to tell him. Together, the two of you may be able to get you to donate more blood."
As Song Xinghe listened to what they said, he became more alert and refused to put down the sword.
Chu Ye didn't mind his sword's edge. He took a step closer to him, raised the white jade porcelain bottle in his hand, and said, "You asked me why I helped her. Of course it's because I want her blood. If you want to know more, just follow me to the back hall. I don't believe you won't be tempted."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand to remove the barrier and flew away on his sword.
Song Xinghe hesitated for a moment and was about to follow, but suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Mu Fuyun with a warning look.
Mu Fuyun had already packed her robes and met his gaze. She said naturally, "I'll wait for you at Shanming Residence."
That relaxed expression seemed as if she was certain that he would soon be like Chu Ye and listen to her obediently.
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