Chapter 62: Let me, the teacher, feel your meridians.
Mu Fuyun was startled at once, and realized that it was the secret technique of the Hehuan Sect in her body that had taken effect.
It's really not the right time.
In frustration, she dropped her hand that was still hanging in the air and turned to leave, but before she took a step, the door was opened from the inside.
"Disciple," Xie Hanyi's cold voice rang out from the room, "What do you want from me?"
He had sharp eyes and ears, and his five senses were far more acute than those of ordinary monks. He had sensed her presence as soon as she approached the door.
Mu Fuyun had no choice but to stop, turn around and salute Xie Hanyi.
"Master," she said, suppressing the subtle surge of emotion within her body. She hesitated, feeling that now was not the right time, but remained silent. "Disciple is fine. I just suddenly wanted to come and see you. Now that you're all right, I'm relieved. Disciple will be leaving now."
As he said this, he bowed and wanted to say goodbye and leave.
A few steps away, Xie Hanyi was standing inside the threshold, his body exuding the coldness of ice and snow, which made him stand out in the yellow sand desert around him.
For the first time, Mu Fuyun felt that as a cultivator, the sharpness of the five senses could really cause trouble.
As she bent down, she suddenly smelled the cool breeze.
She didn't know if it was because he was by her side during the first attack, or because she had an inexplicable dependence on him, or because she really needed something cold right now, but at this moment, she felt her mind was in a trance, and even her vision was blurry.
Her cheeks, which had been able to maintain their normal state, were quietly flushed, and her eyes looked very blurred. When she stood up again, her legs were weak and she almost couldn't stand. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and held onto the door frame to avoid falling.
"What's wrong?"
Xie Hanyi noticed that something was wrong with her, raised his hand slightly, used his spiritual power to support her, and asked.
Mu Fuyun gritted her teeth and tried to stay calm, but the temptation was right in front of her. She knew she should leave immediately, but her legs felt like they were filled with lead and she couldn't move at all.
"Master," she raised her eyes in a blur, looking at Xie Hanyi who was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and couldn't help but say her original purpose, "Disciple has something to say."
"I, I have something that I have never confessed to my master—"
She paused and quietly clenched her hands.
"Before joining Tianyan, I spent four years in the Hehuan Sect..."
Whenever the three words "Hehuan Sect" are mentioned, they will always attract strange looks from others.
She has never cared about these things, and what others think has never affected her.
But ever since Cang Yan said that, she had been feeling uneasy. Even though Xie Hanyi's response was touching, she still couldn't be completely at ease.
Could it be that he is so tolerant just because he doesn't know the truth?
She may not care about other people's opinions, but she cannot help but care about Xie Hanyi.
At this moment, after saying that, I could only wait anxiously for his reaction.
Xie Hanyi still looked at her expressionlessly, only his eyebrows twitched.
"After four years, I'm still struggling in the early stages of Qi Refining. The Hehuan Sect is indeed not suitable for cultivation."
Mu Fuyun was stunned, and his consciousness, which had been blurred by the waves in his body, became clear for a moment.
“Master…”
"Is that where you got this illness?"
Mu Fuyun nodded blankly. Although he didn't know whether all his problems were acquired when he was in the Hehuan Sect, at least this secret technique was planted there.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she seemed to hear Xie Hanyi sigh softly, a sigh with a hint of pity.
"No wonder the first time I saw you it was under such circumstances."
At that time, he noticed that her physique was somewhat peculiar, but he only thought that her meridians were weak. In order to practice, they were forcibly cleared by external forces, causing her qi and blood to surge up, making her unable to control herself.
Now I think it should be related to the Hehuan Sect.
"come over."
He waved his hand, calling her closer, and reached out to gently hold her wrist under her Taoist robe in his palm.
"Master, please feel your meridians."
The cool touch on her wrists made her shiver involuntarily. The heat wave in her dantian had already surged and spread to other parts of her body, so hot that beads of sweat oozed from her temples.
A spiritual power with a frosty feel slowly penetrated into her meridians from her wrist, like sweet dew after a long drought, so cool that she couldn't help but moan.
Almost as soon as she said it, she regretted it and wished she could find a hole to crawl into right then and there. How could she be so disrespectful in front of her master?
However, under the influence of the Hehuan Sect's secret method, she felt really uncomfortable.
After using the Lotus Cold Frost Pills last time, the next attack would be more severe than before, and it would also erode her willpower.
"Master, I'm sorry."
Tears of guilt welled up in her eyes, but she couldn't help but take two steps closer to shorten the distance between them. Her last bit of rationality made her not dare to get too close to him, so she timidly reached out and grabbed his sleeve.
"I, I can't hold on any longer..."
Being in the desert, without the cold pool of Shanmingju, she couldn't relieve her pain. Only the coldness of the person in front of her could give her a moment of relief.
Xie Hanyi looked at her blushing cheeks and the way she leaned towards him from time to time, frowned slightly, knowing that she really couldn't hold on any longer. After hesitating for a moment, he picked her up by the waist and brought her back to the house.
…
In the Demon Palace, Cang Yan has been suppressing his emotions and secretly accumulating anger since he came back.
He tried to meditate and regulate his breathing in his bedroom, but no matter how hard he concentrated, he could not enter a state of concentration.
Feeling annoyed, he had no choice but to stand up and challenge someone to a fight alone in the courtyard.
At first, he fought just like usual, only against the puppets he had made himself.
But the puppet was blank and empty, and all its moves and spiritual power were given by him. It was lifeless and not as good as Tianyan's Jiang Hanqiu!
At least she had some vitality and could show considerable strength. If they really fought on a fair terms, he might not be able to defeat her quickly.
"Come here!" He pointed casually at the nearest guard.
There have always been few guards in the Demon Palace. This time, it was because Tian Yan had just snatched someone away from them that they left a few guards nearby.
The guard had no choice but to stand up and fight the Demon Lord with the courage to fight to the death. However, he was defeated after only ten moves.
Then, several more happened in a row.
Cang Yan's patience was exhausted, and the words Jiang Hanqiu said before she left came back to his mind again.
"What do you mean by 'unbearable'? Does the Demon Lord's wasted years in the Immortal Realm's righteous ways also count as 'unbearable'?"
He also had a shameful past. He was ostracized and bullied by others, and his life was even worse than Mu Fuyun's. It was a shameful past.
Right now, I can't even fight back.
He turned around and returned to the bedroom.
A guard stood outside the door, hesitating for a long time before finally stepping in. Holding the spiritual herb in his hand, he asked, "Demon Lord, the sacred herb has been picked. What should I do with it?"
Holy grass is rare, and the whereabouts of each plant must be personally monitored by the Demon Lord. This plant was originally intended for Mu Fuyun, but now that he is gone, they dare not dispose of it carelessly. This holy grass has a very short lifespan and will wither quickly after a day and a night, so there is no time to waste.
Cang Yan was stunned for a moment. Seeing the spiritual herb that had been cut off and its roots were very neatly arranged, he didn't say anything for a long time.
When the guard was so nervous that his hands and feet were stiff and he didn't know what to do, he suddenly said, "Send it to her."
The guard didn't understand at first, but after thinking for a moment, he realized that the "she" he was referring to was Mu Fuyun who had already left the Demon Realm.
Although he was confused, he answered immediately, prepared to leave the hall, and immediately sent someone to see him off.
Before leaving, Cang Yan added, "From now on, send her one every two weeks."
No matter what, he would not give up the opportunity to bring Mu Fuyue back to life.
…
In the Beiwu Town Communication Center, Xie Hanyi placed Mu Fuyun on the couch, half-supporting her arms so that she could barely sit cross-legged.
The other hand moved from her wrist to her back, pouring powerful, cool spiritual energy into her meridians.
A comfortable and relaxing feeling spread from behind. Mu Fuyun straightened his back, groaned softly, and leaned towards Xie Hanyi with his eyes half closed.
The two of them were already very close to each other, and now they were almost pressed together through their clothes.
"Master, it feels so comfortable." Mu Fuyun leaned in his arms, half-tilted her face, just touching his chin.
The warm breath as she spoke gently brushed across his neck and jawline, making him feel inexplicably tense and uncomfortable, and his heartbeat quickened.
"Bear with it a little longer."
Xie Hanyi pursed his thin lips and tried his best to support her falling body, preventing her from falling completely into his arms and preventing her from falling to this and that. He also exerted a little force on the palm of his hand on her back, mobilizing more spiritual power and quickly pouring it into her body, in order to achieve the effect of cooling her down like a cold pool.
The two of them snuggled together, Mu Fuyun's breathing became more and more rapid, his chest heaving, and his arms began to move towards Xie Hanyi's Taoist robe.
"How long will I have to endure it?" She was really tormented and asked while she still had a glimmer of rationality.
"It will be fine soon."
Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice.
The person who came was a disciple from the sect, who came specifically to find Mu Fuyun.
"Excuse me, Junior Sister Mu is here? Someone has come from the Demon Realm, saying they've been entrusted by the Demon Lord to deliver something to Junior Sister Mu, and Junior Sister Mu must go and receive it in person."
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