Chapter 11: Advancement Mu Fuyun, what do you want from me? ...
Shanmingju is not too far from Xizhao Pavilion. You just need to pass through a sparse forest, go down a gentle slope, and go around to the other side of the mountain to reach it.
Mu Fuyun walked over slowly and met the little Taoist boy named Yunsheng who had secretly followed her a few days ago.
Yunsheng was sitting on the stone steps, with his head down, concentrating on peeling lotus pods.
"Is it tasty?"
She looked at the sky and guessed that Song Xinghe would probably be hesitant for a while before coming back, so she simply sat down next to Yunsheng.
Yunsheng was startled and looked up at her blankly. A green lotus seed that he had just picked out in his hand rolled to the ground.
Mu Fuyun smiled, bent down to pick up the lotus seeds on the ground, peeled off the outer shell, and put the off-white lotus seeds inside into his mouth.
It is sweet and fragrant, fresh and crispy, and leaves a lingering taste in your mouth.
"It tastes good." She nodded and praised seriously.
Yunsheng looked down at the dozen or so lotus seeds in his pocket, reached out and picked one up and handed it over.
Mu Fuyun raised his eyebrows, took the lotus seeds, peeled them in a few seconds, and put them into his mouth as usual.
The two people, one big and one small, did this, one passing the lotus seeds and the other eating them, and soon they had finished more than ten lotus seeds until only the last one was left.
Yunsheng slowed down his movement of handing over the lotus seeds and looked at Mu Fuyun timidly, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Mu Fuyun raised his eyebrows, and when his fingertips were about to touch the lotus seeds, the lotus seeds shrank back an inch.
The two looked at each other in a silent contest.
A strong wind blew across the mountain path. Song Xinghe came flying on his sword, landed on the open ground, and walked up the stairs quickly with a sullen face.
Yunsheng tried to withdraw his hand holding the lotus seed, but Mu Fuyun snatched it away with his quick eyes and hands.
Seeing Song Xinghe getting closer and closer to them, Mu Fuyun peeled off the emerald shell in a few strokes and stuffed the round, off-white lotus seeds into Yunsheng's mouth. Before Yunsheng could react, he slowly stood up and straightened his Taoist robe.
"I'll treat you to candy next time."
After saying that, he turned slightly and just happened to see Song Xinghe's face bathed in the afterglow of the sunset.
"Have you seen everything clearly? Have you thought it through?" She looked at him with a smile and asked softly.
The burning heat in the body showed signs of boiling. It was the heat stirred up by the invisible furnace, and it was also a sign of spiritual power surging and climbing upwards.
"Mu Fuyun," he stood straight in front of her, his eyes complicated, unwillingness, resentment, estimation, suspicion, contempt...intertwined, even the most brilliant sunset glow became turbid, "What do you want from me?"
The question was asked directly, and it was obvious that he had made up his mind before returning.
Mu Fuyun raised his face slightly, and the smile on his face gradually widened until it looked as bright and warm as the glow of the sunset.
She took a deep breath, feeling the excitement in her body, and whispered, "There's a thousand-year-old cold pond in Shanming Residence, right? I want to use it."
Song Xinghe's hands, hanging at his sides, loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, and finally, as if compromising with himself, he walked past her and removed the barrier with a wave of his hand. He stepped into the courtyard and said in a hoarse voice, "Come in."
Yunsheng stayed behind for a moment, and without anyone's instructions, he ran to his small house.
A new barrier was set up around the yard to prevent others from entering by mistake. Mu Fuyun first looked around slowly.
Different from the simple and old-fashioned Xizhao Pavilion, this Shanmingju is decorated gorgeously and eye-catchingly.
The glazed tiles, vermilion wall tiles, white jade railings, stacked pavilions, and fragrant trees all look like they were rebuilt and added later, which is very consistent with Song Xinghe's status as a cultivator family with countless wealth.
Instead, it made the cold pond, which should have been easy to find at a glance, become extremely inconspicuous.
Mu Fuyun searched among the carved beams and painted buildings before he finally found the cold pond surrounded by emerald jade platforms in a corner next to the small attic, right next to the vermilion wall.
Different from what was drawn in the "Illustrated Book", this cold pond was slightly larger than Mu Fuyun had imagined. It was similar to the hot spring pool in the luxurious palace she had in Yuya Mountain before, and could easily accommodate three or five people.
Walking a few steps closer, you can see the clear water in the pool, which is reflected by the jade around it with a light green color, and looks particularly translucent.
If it weren't for the layer of white mist floating above the water, like flowing frost, formed by the condensation of cold air and spiritual energy, it would be impossible to tell that this was a thousand-year-old cold pond.
"This is a spiritual spring." Song Xinghe stood behind her and said coldly, "It is said that it is connected to the sect's spiritual vein. Although it has condensed a large amount of spiritual energy, it is so cold that even I can't stand it for long. Are you sure you can use it? Besides, too much spiritual energy is not only useless for cultivation, but will cause the meridians to burst, turning you into a useless person."
He thought she was just coveting the pure and rich spiritual energy in the cold pond, and wanted to take a shortcut by relying on the natural spiritual spring.
But not everyone can bear the spiritual energy in the spiritual spring.
Mu Fuyun looked at him without answering. Instead, he sat down beside the jade platform, stretched out a hand, passed through the white mist, and dipped it into the pool of water.
The cool liquid wrapped around her fingers, the back of her hand, and her palm, dousing the raging fire that had spread to her fingertips.
It seems that this thousand-year-old cold pond is indeed effective for her furnace-like physique.
She couldn't help but take a deep breath, stood up and gently took off her shoes, boots and clothes, leaving only her inner clothes.
"What are you doing!" Song Xinghe was shocked by her sudden undressing and asked in a harsh voice.
Mu Fuyun ignored him, stepped over the jade platform barefoot, and walked into the pool step by step.
The cold water slowly rose from the ankles until it covered the chest.
The curling white mist slowly flowed around her, gradually enveloping her, leaving behind a vague outline.
The water in the pool was too cold, so cold that it penetrated her bones, but it was just cold enough to cover the flames in her body. It was as if countless fine little hairs were kissing her body again and again.
It was the spiritual power in the water that tempted her to open the meridians around her body and absorb them into her body.
She couldn't help but raise her neck, leaning against the edge of the jade platform, squinting her eyes slightly, and sighing softly.
It was this sigh, like a kitten's paw, scratching Song Xinghe's heart lightly, bringing him back to his senses from his daze, and his fair face instantly turned red.
Although he was young, he came from a noble family and had sought truth and enlightenment in a major sect, so he was quite knowledgeable. At this point, he had guessed that her flushed cheeks, affectionate eyes, and seemingly unsteady steps all hinted that something was wrong with her body, and this pool of spiritual spring was the thing that could help her heal the abnormality.
As for what exactly that abnormality is, it is a bit thought-provoking.
He remembered that before coming to Tianyan Sect, she had been living in Hehuan Sect.
Everyone knew what the He Huan Sect was like. From the sect leader Jie You down to the ordinary disciples, almost everyone was involved in the sex trade—they practiced such shameless techniques, relying on the so-called "dual cultivation of yin and yang" to gain spiritual power.
This is not a glorious thing. The Tianyan Sect has never been willing to associate with the "heterodox" Hehuan Sect, and naturally does not want others to know the connection between the two sects.
When Mu Fuyue was still alive, she hardly ever mentioned her sister to others. Only occasionally, when no one was around, she would reveal a kind of silence and sadness that was different from her usual cheerfulness.
It was not until half a year before her death that she gradually opened her heart and revealed to him and Chu Ye the fact that Mu Fuyun had joined the Hehuan Sect.
Under the order of the head master, Chu Ye went to the Hehuan Sect in person to seal Jie You's mouth so that he would not dare to tell anyone else about Mu Fuyun.
Now, in Tianyan Sect, the only ones who know about this matter are the head master and his two fellow disciples. If it weren't for what happened today, he would have probably forgotten about it.
"Song Xinghe," Mu Fuyun, who was immersed in the cold pool, suddenly opened her eyes while he was lost in thought, and looked at him quietly through the white mist. "Do you usually stare at other female cultivators without blinking, without any sense of restraint?"
"I, you--" Song Xinghe choked, his flushed face became even hotter, he jumped up suddenly as if someone poked his tail, turned around and walked out.
“Who’s looking at you!”
"What's so good about you!"
"It's far inferior to Senior Sister!"
Mu Fuyun laughed: "So, you like staring at my sister like this?"
"Don't spit bloody words at me! I, I'm not that kind of person at all!"
Song Xinghe was so angry that he stopped, but he was too embarrassed to look back, so he had to argue with her with his back to her.
"Senior Sister is so kind, I won't..."
As he spoke, his voice gradually faded.
In his heart, Mu Fuyue always soothes his inner anxiety like a goddess descending from the sky when he needs her.
It is like the white moonlight, how can it be tarnished in the slightest?
Unlike the woman behind him, although they look similar, which often makes him dazed and almost makes a mistake, but apart from their appearance, their temperaments are different.
If Mu Fuyue is the flower of the mountaintops that everyone admires but dares not desecrate, then Mu Fuyun is the weed that grows wildly in the valley, unscrupulously disgusting...
Song Xinghe suddenly paused, then as if he realized something, he turned back and stared at Mu Fuyu who was leaning on the edge of the pool.
"Why should I leave? This is Shanmingju, it's my yard!" He looked around and simply sat cross-legged in the shade of a tree several feet away, saying angrily, "Who knows if you're up to something evil again! I have to stay and keep a close eye on you!"
Mu Fuyun said indifferently: "It's up to you."
Song Xinghe was a little angry: "I'm warning you, you'd better behave yourself, otherwise, even if you go crazy, I will never save you!"
Mu Fuyun shrugged, closed his eyes and ignored him.
She could feel the rich spiritual energy in the water growing stronger and stronger, hovering around her, gazing at her eagerly. She had been able to easily resist the temptation to absorb this spiritual energy just now, but now she had to concentrate her mind and resist the temptation.
While resisting temptation, he focused on the inherent spiritual power in his body and circulated it to the meridians throughout his body through breathing regulation.
An unknown amount of time had passed. When the endless boiling heat in her body gradually subsided and the coldness of the pool water completely took over, she felt the spiritual power in her dantian suddenly gather together and flow into the crisscrossing meridians, injecting her originally weak body with strength she had never had before.
With a splash, the spiritual spring overflowed.
Mu Fuyun suddenly stood up from the cold pond, opened his eyes and looked up at the dark night sky.
The thin inner garment had long been soaked, clinging to her body and revealing her beautiful curves. Countless crystal drops of water flowed down, sparkling in the night.
The air around me is filled with the fragrance of grass and trees. I take a deep breath and let the sweet scent fill my chest.
Mu Fuyun was very happy——
This frail body, which had not changed for several years, finally advanced to a small level on this night.
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