Chapter 12 Xie Li thought, just draw the sword.
Song Xinghe witnessed all this and almost froze in place.
He was just sitting there originally, but because Mu Fuyun kept closing his eyes and regulating his breathing, leaving him aside and ignoring him, he felt a little embarrassed. For the sake of face, he did not leave in anger, but stayed and stared at her.
After watching for a long time, he gradually became distracted and couldn't help but recall the situation in the back hall just now.
In front of him, Chu Ye opened the white jade porcelain bottle in his hand, and fresh blood flowed out and dripped into the lotus lantern of his senior sister.
The lotus lantern, which should have been about to go out completely, suddenly lit up.
Even though it is only a brief moment, it is enough to arouse greed in people's hearts.
If there is still a chance to keep the last trace of his senior sister, would he be willing to pay a price for it?
When Chu Ye asked this question in a sarcastic yet firm tone, he hesitated for only a moment before choosing to follow his inner desire.
Nourishing the soul with blood is a sinister method used only by unconventional people. He knew he shouldn't touch it.
However, just like Chu Ye, there has not been a single day that he has not missed his senior sister since she left.
At the 100-day memorial service, he ridiculed Chu Ye for failing to protect his senior sister in the secret realm, which led to her death.
But he knew in his heart that his careless words that day were not only due to his blame and resentment towards Chu Ye, but also because he was unable to face his own inner guilt.
At that time, he was among the disciples who accidentally triggered the Eye of the Secret Realm in the secret realm.
If he had tried to dissuade another junior fellow from Qianxun Peak before he acted rashly, perhaps the tragedy could have been avoided.
Or, if half a year ago, when his senior sister occasionally expressed her longing for blood relatives, he could have comforted her with a few more words and given her a little more warmth, perhaps she would have had fewer regrets.
Now, if he has a chance to retain the last bit of his senior sister's soul, he will certainly be like a moth to a flame and will not let it go.
Wasn't it just to help Mu Fuyun cultivate? He wanted to see what she could come up with with her weak foundation and mediocre talent.
But she didn't expect that just by using the spiritual spring in the cold pond once, she would have such a change -
Not only did she not become greedy due to the abundant spiritual energy in the spiritual spring, but she advanced easily!
As a cultivator who had already reached the Dan stage, he could sense the changes in her spiritual power. Even though she had only advanced from the early stage of Qi Refining to the middle stage of Qi Refining, it was a huge breakthrough for her who had been stagnant for many years.
At this moment, looking at Mu Fuyun, who was soaked all over by the spiritual spring and looked like a mermaid, Song Xinghe's cheeks turned red again.
Somehow, the image of his senior sister dancing with a sword first appeared in his mind, but it soon overlapped with the figure in front of him until it was completely covered up.
For a moment, he even doubted whether what the head master said about her "mediocre talent and foundation" was true.
"What are you standing there for?" The person in the pool had already stepped out, holding onto the jade platform. His slender and flexible figure swayed for a moment in the night, then stood firmly. "My blood, don't you want it anymore?"
The blood had drained from Mu Fuyun's face, making him look extremely pale, but his pair of black eyes were brighter than ever.
She stretched out a slender index finger and waved it in front of Song Xinghe, then tried to use the transformed spiritual power to perform a cleansing spell on herself.
The soaked inner garment was instantly 90% dry, with only a few traces of dampness remaining at the collar and hem.
This is the feeling of advancement. Spells that were originally unusable can now be used even though they are still weak.
She twisted her neck and without waiting for Song Xinghe to answer, she pierced the tip of her index finger and let the blood seep out.
"If you don't want it, it will be a waste."
Song Xinghe came back to his senses, found the porcelain bottle with a tense face, pinched her fingertips, and put them to the bottle mouth.
I don't know if it was to vent his anger, but he used a little more strength.
The blood, like beads flowing off a broken string, suddenly accelerated its flow and rushed into the porcelain bottle.
Mu Fuyun watched expressionlessly. When the bottle was half full, he slapped the back of Song Xinghe's hand. When he was not paying attention, he withdrew his index finger and said coldly, "That's enough. This is all for one time."
After saying this, he put on his Taoist robe, shoes and socks, then turned and left.
Song Xinghe frowned, and left Shanmingju with him. He asked, "When is the next time?"
Mu Fuyun turned around and gave him a cold look: "Just wait for my news."
"How do I know if you're delaying on purpose?" Song Xinghe was very dissatisfied with her cold response. "Besides, I'm usually very busy, so I can't stay in the sect and spend my days in leisure."
"Don't worry, I want to advance faster than anyone else." Mu Fuyun said indifferently, "But you, is this the only way my sister is important to you?"
"Senior sister is naturally more important than anything else in my heart." Song Xinghe has always been arrogant. Even though he knew it was a provocation, he couldn't help but take the bait.
"That would be great."
Mu Fuyun waved his hand, not wanting to bother with him anymore, and turned to leave along the mountain path.
Song Xinghe's gaze was fixed on her pale lips and thin figure. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he finally held it back. He summoned his Baihong Sword, leaped up lightly, and flew towards the back hall on the night wind.
It’s for my senior sister.
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Mu Fuyun did not return to the thatched cottage, but followed the route he remembered and went to the same lake as last time.
The half-month period is both an agreement with Chu Ye and an agreement with that unknown senior.
On the way, she picked a lotus pod on purpose, crossed the path, and came to the water's edge. Seeing that the surroundings were empty and quiet, with no one in sight, she found a conspicuous smooth stone to sit on and peeled the lotus pod in the starlight.
The senior only said half a month later last time, without any specific time, so she came before the time she met him last time.
She didn't know when he would show up, so she wasn't in a hurry and just waited patiently.
After peeling the lotus pods and carefully storing the white and smooth lotus seeds, she closed her eyes and meditated, regulating her breathing.
It took an unknown amount of time for her to fully recover from her recent weakness. She drew her sword and rode the night breeze to practice the Wind Companion Flowing Cloud Sword.
Unlike the previous half month when she focused on moves and angles, this time, she tried to control her spiritual power and find the right moment to release the spiritual power as the sword was drawn.
Although the right timing is hard to find and the direction of spiritual power requires repeated experimentation, and there is still a long way to go before a complete sword intent is formed, Mu Fuyun feels very satisfied when he looks at the shallow marks on the smooth stone surface made by spiritual power.
She practiced tirelessly, trying to find the balance point in every move and every form, but she always felt that something was wrong, just a few points off.
It would be great if she could have an opponent like Zhan Yao to test her skills.
It’s a pity that the opportunity to fight in the daytime was wasted.
As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, she felt that the originally clear night breeze was suddenly filled with a hint of cold wind and snow.
That familiar feeling spread throughout her body, and then a white figure dropped from the sky and landed steadily in front of her.
It was the senior from last time.
Mu Fuyun paused, put away his sword, called out "Senior", clasped his fists and saluted. His behavior did not show any unhappiness caused by the long wait.
The white-robed monk remained cold and expressionless, only nodding slightly when she saluted.
Mu Fuyun was also unequivocal. He immediately pulled out the set of "Tian Yan Tu Jian" from the mustard seed bag, held it in both hands and presented it to him, saying, "This is the book that Senior wanted. I brought it here today."
The white-robed monk lowered his eyes and glanced at the book she was holding. His fingertips moved slightly, but he did not take it. Instead, he said lightly: "You have advanced."
It was still a dry and hoarse voice, clearly a bit harsh, but to Mu Fuyun's ears, it sounded a bit more familiar.
"Thanks to you, Senior, I have indeed made a small progress." She smiled sincerely and said, "What you have written in the book just solved my urgent problem. Regardless of whether you are willing to give me guidance or not, I am deeply grateful for it."
The white-robed monk said nothing, but a smile flashed in his eyes.
For some reason that day, I felt compassion and mentioned the "Tian Yan Tu Jian". I really wanted to help her.
However, it was just a casual remark. Whether she could discover the key to it depended entirely on her own ability.
He didn't take this matter to heart at all. If he hadn't noticed that there was one Lotus Frost Pill missing from the bottle when he took the pill just now and remembered her existence, he would have almost forgotten his appointment today.
I thought she would have left in disappointment after waiting for so long, but unexpectedly, after such a long time, she was still waiting here patiently.
"Put it away," he pointed to the book in her hand, "I don't need it anymore."
Mu Fuyun put the book back into the mustard seed bag without any hesitation, and took out the small jar of lotus seeds that he had just been peeling.
"I have nothing of my own, and I don't know how to repay you, Senior. I can only peel some fresh lotus seeds and offer them to you. I dare not presume to speculate on your identity, but I know that you are a great master who has been secluded in the mountains for many years. You have long practiced abstaining from food, purifying your mind and reducing your desires, so you don't lack such worldly things. However, living in the mountains for so long, away from the world, inevitably makes you lose touch with the hardships and dangers you have experienced in the past. The lotus seeds have a sweet taste with a hint of bitterness, which can bring back memories. This is a small gift from me, and I hope you will accept it."
In his previous life, Mu Fuyun was also a top-level powerful person passed down by word of mouth. Although his journey was smooth and without many difficulties and obstacles, he also prided himself on understanding the state of mind of those who had left the mortal world too far away. That was why he chose lotus seeds as a thank-you gift, which was quite thoughtful of him.
The monk in white looked at the jar in her hand, was silent for a moment, then reached out to take it. Somehow, his heart, which had not experienced any ripples in many years, suddenly felt as if a small stone had been thrown into it.
In the past, he had also been like her, embarking on this rugged journey in a clumsy manner, and trying his best to carve out his own path in a seemingly impossible direction.
"Want to practice swordplay?" He put away the jar, accepting the gift as a token of gratitude. "If you do, then draw your sword."
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