Chapter 70 Chapter 70 Feeling the same with him
Ling Zhouci was still unconscious, which made Fu Ying feel very awkward in such a situation. She made an excuse that she would come to visit at another time and left with Xuan Min.
Talking about these things, Ling Fuying didn't feel anything. After all, physical desires are very normal, regardless of men or women. But it seems a little unusual when facing Xuan Min.
After all, he is a monk.
Not long after returning, Ling Zhouyan's subordinates came over and invited Ling Fuying, Chen Fuxue and Xuan Min to have dinner together.
"I also wanted to invite Immortal Lord Zhaoxue, but I haven't seen him. Does the young lady know where he is?"
Ling Fuying naturally didn't know that since she intentionally didn't contact him, why would she care about where he was.
"It's still early, maybe he will be back in a while." She said thoughtfully.
There is about half an hour left until dinner time.
"Then please, young lady, if you meet the Immortal Lord, remember to tell him."
After delivering the message, he left.
When the time came, Fu Ying and Xuan Min were ordered to go to the warm room in advance to have dinner with the continent master.
The two chatted casually for a while and arrived at the warm room in a few moments.
Ling Zhouyan also arrived, "Please take a seat, both of you."
"Why haven't I seen Immortal Lord Zhaoxue?"
"Maybe he has other things to do." Ling Fuying wished he didn't come.
Just as he finished speaking, Chen Fuxue's figure appeared from a distance and sat down next to Ling Fuying. She looked at him with her eyes and nose, and it didn't look like she had just had an intimate relationship with him.
"Immortal Lord Zhaoxue has been here for two days now. I should have invited you all earlier, but something happened last minute and I couldn't get away. Please don't mind."
Xuan Min was the only one at the table who was listening to him attentively.
"The palace had already sent people to Wulan City. It just so happened that Immortal Lord Zhaoxue and Master Xuanmin arrived. I'd like to ask them to lend a hand to Daluo Continent. If we're short on manpower or need anything, please let me know."
Chen Fuxue casually said a few words to him. Ling Zhouyan then turned his gaze to Ling Fuying and said, "I heard that Miss Ling Er is also going with you?"
"I'm just joining in the fun. Since Master is going, I naturally want to go too and see for myself. Maybe I can hone my skills a little bit."
Ling Zhouyan: "Experience more and gain more experience will really help me improve myself."
"Xiaoci needs to learn more from you."
Ling Zhouci was unwilling to even exercise, let alone gain experience. She didn't have many opportunities to leave the house in the past, but now she goes out more often.
Chen Fuxue didn't care where they went, as long as he could travel with Ling Fuying, so he didn't say much. He was not a talkative person.
He often went to see Ling Fuying, but he was never able to get a glance from her in return.
Chen Fuxue could clearly feel that he didn't have such a strong desire now, so he wasn't carried away by it, but was more aware of the ups and downs of his emotions.
Loss, pain, sadness, caution, all wrapped up in the feeling of security and happiness that made Fu Ying unable to describe it, as if his heart was wrapped in a hot spring.
Chen Fuxue collected his thoughts and concentrated on helping Ling Fuying pick up some dishes.
The three people at the table paused, and Xuan Min and Ling Zhouyan looked at Ling Fuying at the same time.
She was also at a loss.
Although the bonds of love have been untied, they are still in a master-disciple relationship. Perhaps, perhaps Chen Fuxue was only picking up food for her out of the master's love for his disciple.
But she didn't think carefully about what happened last night, and how Chen Fuxue wanted to "care" for her.
An improper master-disciple relationship.
Ling Zhouyan said, "The friendship between you two as master and disciple is enviable."
Anyone who knows a little bit about it will know that the relationship between Chen Fuxue and Ling Fuying as master and disciple was unfamiliar.
So what happened that made the two of them become so close, contrary to their usual behavior?
Xuan Min kept watching the two of them. Perhaps he didn't notice it before, but recently he found that he was becoming more and more sensitive to these things.
Especially the man who appeared next to Ling Fuying.
Even though Chen Fuxue is her master.
The master is like a father, and the world of immortal cultivation regards master-disciple love as a taboo, but the more so, the more vigilant we should be.
After the dinner, Chen Fuxue followed Ling Fuying and left with her.
Chen Fuxue clearly didn't live in Xizhu Garden, but she acted like she wanted to follow her back, which made Fu Ying subconsciously look around, but there was no one else around.
"Aren't you going back?" Ling Fuying couldn't help but ask.
She couldn't figure out Chen Fuxue's thoughts and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Chen Fuxue said nothing, but hugged her tightly, breathing in the fragrance of her hair, "Xiaoman, are you dissatisfied with me?"
He couldn't think of any other reason except this.
Ling Fuying was held tightly in his arms. People might pass by here at any time. She wanted to break free but he held her even tighter, so hard that it seemed as if he wanted to embed her into his flesh and blood.
She pushed him, but he held her tighter and whispered in her ear, "Can we try again?" He would try to do better this time.
He wanted to grind her into agreeing.
But Ling Fuying's heart was harder than stone. Since they had agreed to break up, they had to break up completely.
So she remained unmoved.
Just as I was thinking about how to coax him to let go, I was caught off guard and met Xuan Min's gaze in the distance.
He didn't know how long he had been watching here.
Feeling her body stiffen, Shen Fuxue didn't know what was going on, he just thought she didn't want to be touched by him.
Ling Fuying was unable to think anymore.
She and Xuan Min were already married in her dream, but now she was hugging Shen Fuxue again, and he caught them unexpectedly, just like catching his wife cheating.
Why did she have such a ridiculous idea? Dreams are just dreams after all.
But she could no longer bear Chen Fuxue's hugging her, and finally pushed him away.
Xuan Min had already seen the whole process clearly, and he could also clearly see Ling Fuying's confusion and resistance when Chen Fuxue hugged him.
It seems that it is just wishful thinking on the part of Chen Fuxue.
But he suddenly remembered the fluctuation of someone else's spiritual power that he felt in Ling Fuying's body that day.
Today, as he got closer to Chen Fuxue, he determined the source of this spiritual energy fluctuation.
Although Xuan Min was a monk, he was not completely ignorant of the art of red and yellow, because it was also mentioned in Buddhist teachings.
The relationship between men and women is nothing more than the harmony of yin and yang, and it is natural for husband and wife to maintain good relations with each other. It is even beneficial to physical and mental health and is not something that should not be mentioned.
But for monks, only by breaking away from attachment and delusion towards all things, including love, hate, anger, ignorance and physical desires, can they eradicate suffering and gain absolute tranquility and freedom.
But in his dream, he was obsessed with this.
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This made Fu Ying feel more like she was being spied on at night than last night.
"Chen Fuxue, come out!" Fu Ying couldn't think of anyone else except him, but his figure did not appear for a long time.
Ling Fuying knew it was him, but there was nothing he could do unless he showed up.
But even though I knew it was him, I still felt an indescribable sense of horror in my heart.
After she fell asleep, ghostly shadows floated in the darkness that she could not see.
There was no expression on his vague face, he just leaned over and looked at Ling Fuying.
Slowly, he leaned down, licking her half-exposed calf with his cold, icy lips and tongue, observing her reaction. This made Fuying shrink her calf, and then the suffocating feeling, as if she were being paralyzed by a ghost, lingered.
Her lips seemed to be squeezed by something, causing Fu Ying to suddenly open his eyes and breathe rapidly. The tip of her tongue still had a cold and sticky touch.
Unable to sense any ghostly aura, Fu Ying quickly took out a few high-level ghost-exorcising talismans and pinned them on all sides of her based on her feelings.
Looking at the golden talisman paper, her sense of security instantly doubled.
They would set off for Ulan City at dawn tomorrow, but she obviously couldn't sleep well.
He simply got up and practiced until dawn, then went out to meet Xuan Min and the others.
Ling Fuying thought that Ling Zhouci would not go with them, after all, his body was so weak.
Even if they go through so much trouble, they won't be able to kill themselves. This is indeed the halo that only the protagonists can have.
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The territory of Daluo Continent is vast, and it takes a whole day to reach Ulan City from the Continent Lord's Mansion.
During the process, Ling Fuying could still feel the shadow following her. She tried to look at Chen Fuxue, but his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked like he was having an affair with her.
Although it is true that they had an affair.
This time they traveled on a faster spirit bird, which flew steadily above the clouds.
And let Fu Ying and Shen Fuxue sit together.
Chen Fuxue acted very secretly. He did not miss any opportunity to spend time with Ling Fuying. He took advantage of his wide sleeves to hold Ling Fuying's hand.
Ling Fuying noticed it in advance and put his hand aside in time to avoid Chen Fuxue.
But I didn't control the strength well at that moment, which made me stand out. I subconsciously wanted to see if other people were paying attention.
Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I met Xuan Min's gaze.
Their eyes met, and she slowly looked away, but suddenly met Ling Zhouci's gaze again.
He looked grim, and sneered in his heart, almost having to try his best to restrain himself from showing any abnormality.
She could only lower her head and count on her fingers, muttering to herself why there were people everywhere.
Time passed extremely slowly, causing Fu Ying to close her eyes and rest. However, Chen Fuxue whispered in her ear, "But you didn't sleep well last night?"
She suddenly no longer felt sleepy.
Several people arrived in the afternoon.
There are people stationed outside Wulan City all year round, and there is a special camp. Everything was prepared in advance for the arrival of the young master, but the conditions are in no way comparable to those of the Continent Lord's Mansion.
But Ling Zhouci didn't seem to care about these.
Several people planned to rest in the camp for one night and then enter the city tomorrow.
Before this, several people looked around the outside of Ulan City. The formation surrounding the sky had been reinforced by monks who arrived in advance, and no cracks were seen.
Even if you stand outside the city, you can hear the cries of evil spirits. Listening to them for a long time will have a certain impact on the consciousness of ordinary cultivators, but the cultivators and guards stationed here have long been immune to it.
Not all ghosts in this city have turned into evil spirits. Some ghosts can be extradited to return to reincarnation. However, in the dangerous Ulan City, it is undoubtedly an extremely difficult task to extradite these ghosts that are not haunted by murderous intent. They can only be buried with the ghosts and will never have the chance to reincarnate again.
Outside the camp, the wind and snow howled, mixed with the cries of evil spirits.
The feeling of being stalked tonight was even more profound for Fu Ying. It felt like a dense swarm of insects and ants were crawling all over his body. If it had only happened once or twice, it would have been fine, but this had been happening for several days straight.
This feeling has seriously affected her. After thinking about it, she asked Fu Ying to send a message to Xuan Min.
"Master, have you rested?"
The reply came in the next second.
"It's still early."
"Donor, what happened to you?"
This was the first time in such a long time that Ling Fuying took the initiative to contact him. Xuan Min held the communication stone tightly, not wanting to miss her answer.
"It's the same thing. I feel like something is following me these days."
The few words on the communication stone could not be made clear. Xuan Min, wearing a thin monk's robe, walked through the wind and snow to reach Ling Fuying's house.
After sitting down and listening to Ling Fuying's words, Xuan Min asked carefully, "Donor, do you suspect that the previous nightmare of confusion has not been completely eliminated?"
Ling Fuying had this guess, but she was not sure. The probability was actually very small, but she could not think of anything else that would follow her so persistently. Normally, she had no enemies, let alone grudges with anyone.
But she did not dream about Xuan Min again, and her mind was confused for a moment.
But after a careful inspection, Xuan Min did not find any foreign objects left in her body, so he stood up and looked into the rock house. His spiritual consciousness, which was blessed by the Buddha's energy, turned into a big net and searched every corner of the house, but still found nothing.
"I'm sorry, benefactor, my ability is limited." He didn't think that Fu Ying was scaring himself, but was thinking about how to solve the problem.
If you can find it, that would be the best. If you can't find it for the time being, you have to look for other ways.
Xuan Min came in the night despite the snow and wind, his body stained with the coldness of the snow and wind. He asked Fu Ying to pour him some hot tea, "Master, please drink some tea to warm yourself up first."
He has a really good physique. He can remain calm even in such a cold day.
Although monks can use spiritual energy to protect their bodies, long-term use will naturally cause considerable damage, unless they reach the state of unity between man and nature, but such monks are very rare.
Instead of wasting spiritual energy, it is better to buy a magical weapon to keep warm, so Fu Ying wears a magical robe to keep warm.
But it was obvious that Xuan Min's monk robe, which was washed white, was just an ordinary coarse linen robe. They had to restrain their desires and finally eliminate them, and the desire to have enough food and warm clothes was one of them.
Ling Fuying looked at him and heard the restrained and gentle sound of Buddhist beads being twisted in the air.
It actually helps me sleep.
She couldn't help but ask the question she had been curious about, "Master, why did you change your Buddhist beads?"
She didn't know much about these, but she roughly knew a few common types. The Buddhist beads that Xuan Min held in his hands every day at first seemed to be made of Bodhi, and the latest one was made of agarwood.
The scent of agarwood is more fragrant. When you are close to Xuan Min, you will occasionally be confused by this fragrance.
"It's broken."
Fu Ying was shocked. This should be Xuan Min's magic weapon. How could it be broken so easily?
"Why did it break?" she asked subconsciously. She was still not careful after wearing it for so long, but when she asked and met Xuan Min's gaze, she knew it might not be convenient to answer.
"I'm just asking casually, no need to reply."
There was silence between the two of them for a moment. He didn't say he wanted to leave, nor did he drink the cup of hot tea.
Ling Fuying was the first to break the silence. "Master, since there's nothing unusual in the room, I'm probably just overthinking it. I'll observe for a few more days. You can go back and rest."
Xuan Min then stood up and prepared to leave.
Ling Fuying sent him to the door. After Xuan Min took a few steps, she was about to go back to the house, but found that Xuan Min turned around and came back.
Behind him was the raging snow and wind. Xuan Min's tall body stood in front of Ling Fuying and took her hand.
Ling Fuying looked at him in shock and tried to take her hand back, but he held it tightly.
Xuan Min's burning body temperature was transmitted through his fingertips, causing Fu Ying's eyes to flicker.
He placed another string of Buddhist beads that he wore daily into her soft palm. "This thing resonates with me. Holding it, you may feel more at ease."
This made Fu Ying confused.
Objects of empathy are usually one's own magical weapon, but he actually gave it to her. Besides, if it's empathy... where is the empathy?
Ling Fuying clutched the Buddhist beads that carried Xuan Min's body temperature, and his fingertips felt hot, as if there was fire burning on his fingertips.
Buddhist beads are not ordinary items. He wears them and twists them every day. They are considered a private item close to his body. How could he give them to her?
"Please accept it, benefactor. Once this matter is resolved, you can give it to me."
It’s much easier to accept when you put it this way.
Ling Fuying's natal magic weapon is her sword, but her empathy is not activated. This requires her and the sword to reach a level of unity between her and the sword.
Obviously, her current swordsmanship is not very sophisticated.
Holding this string of Buddhist beads was like holding a hot potato, as if he was being honest with Xuan Min.
"Can you hear me when I speak?" Ling Fuying asked hesitantly.
"Yes, the presence of this thing is equivalent to the presence of this humble monk."
That's even more wrong.
"Then can you...see me?"
Xuan Min was stunned. He actually hadn't considered this.
If he wanted to see it, he could use magic to briefly obtain the image of the Buddhist beads, but it would not happen normally.
"Don't worry, benefactor, I won't."
Ling Fuying only dared to hold it in his hand, as it was too precious and there seemed a risk of losing it if he left it aside.
The two were talking when Ling Zhouci's voice came from the door, "Miss Ling, are you here?"
On a night like this, the sudden voice at the door came faintly along with the howling ghosts, causing Fu Ying's fingers to jump and the Buddhist beads to almost fall.
Xuan Min also looked towards the door, "It's the young master."
She glanced at Xuan Min beside her. It seemed a little inappropriate to be in her room at this time, but wasn't Ling Zhouci here too?
Ling Fuying stood up and went to open the door, "Young Master, what is the matter that brings you here?"
Ling Zhouci glanced at Xuan Min standing behind her, and the steaming cup of tea on the table, feeling a sense of scorn in his heart. A monk actually entered a woman's room in the middle of the night. He said calmly, "I'm just worried you won't be able to get used to it. If you need anything, just let me know."
"The wizard is here too." He seemed to have just seen him.
Xuan Min took the initiative to speak: "I was just about to leave."
So Ling Zhouci waited for him to leave.
"Young Master, aren't you leaving?" Xuan Min said gently.
"Master, please go first. I will follow you soon."
Neither of them moved.
Ling Fuying felt that they were really strange, and said helplessly: "Young Master, I don't need anything. You should go back and rest early. You have to get up early tomorrow."
Ling Zhouci looked at her quietly for a while, then suddenly coughed twice, her face turning pale. "I want to have a cup of hot tea before I leave."
It was already cold at night, and Ling Zhouci had come here specially, so it would be a bit inappropriate to just let him go.
So Ling Fuying poured a cup of tea for Ling Zhouci. When he handed it to him, their fingertips touched. His hand felt cold, so Ling Fuying immediately withdrew his hand.
"Master, please go ahead. I'll leave after I finish my tea."
After Ling Zhouci finished speaking, Xuan Min glanced at Ling Fuying before leaving.
He drank very slowly, and the curl of hot steam made it impossible to see his eyebrows and eyes, like the petals of withered pear blossoms on the water under the misty rain of Jiangnan.
Ling Fuying's gaze was easily noticed. Ling Zhouci tightly grasped the teacup and placed it on the table. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Because it looks good, she almost blurted it out.
"Young Master, I'm not going to see you off now that I've finished my tea."
Ling Zhouci:.
Finally, she sent him away and let Fuying continue to lie down and sleep. This time the effect was remarkable. Holding the Buddhist beads, she felt more at peace, as if Xuanmin was by her side.
Perhaps he was the highly respected monk in the book with profound Taoist knowledge, who could be trusted unconditionally, allowing Fu Ying to sleep well in the first half of the night.
As for the Buddhist beads that she was holding in her hand, they had rolled to another place on the bed at some point, from her lips all the way to her waist. When she woke up, she found that she was in great pain.
The Buddhist beads pressed into her skin through her thin dress. She lifted it up to take a look and saw a string of round, small pits that had turned red.
By the second half of the night, she felt even more sleep paralyzed. Her limbs and body were weighed down, making it impossible for her to stretch. However, she was unable to wake up completely, as her hands and feet were bound by an invisible sticky object.
I woke up with a headache just before dawn.
The wet feeling on her arm still made Fu Ying shudder, and she immediately touched the Buddhist beads Xuan Min gave her to find peace of mind.
The Buddhist beads felt warm to the touch, and had been soaked with her body temperature as they slept with her between her quilts.
She put the mustard seed into the sac and looked towards the towering gate of Wulan City as she left. Could it be a ghost haunting the city?
Because she had had this feeling in the Continent Lord's Mansion, she did not guess what it had to do with the Ulan City, and did not think about it.
But her intuition told her that it had nothing to do with this.
After handing the Buddhist beads to Ling Fuying, Xuan Min deliberately paid attention to her situation and sensed her emotions.
This way, we can arrive at the first moment when she is in danger.
When he focused his attention on that side, he could feel himself being wrapped in warmth, and her fragrance and body temperature also came with it.
Xuan Min guessed that the Buddhist beads should be held in her hand at this time.
But suddenly, a wet and hot breath sprinkled on his body.
Xuan Min's breathing stopped and he was stiff for a moment.
When he handed the Buddhist beads to Ling Fuying, he obviously forgot that she might accidentally touch them closely.
When he relaxed, the soft and delicate touch of skin against skin made him tense his back again.
He pursed his thin lips, and a tingling feeling on his scalp echoed throughout his body.
Xuan Min closed his eyes tightly.
Immediately cut off the empathy with the Buddhist beads.
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