Chapter 27 Fanfiction Showcase (2)
(This is still fan fiction and has no relation to the original work. If you don't like romance, you can skip this part.)
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Zhang Mo X Jiu Xuan
The Number One in the World, an Outstanding Student of the Ruthless Path, and a Cold and Aloof Talisman Cultivator X The Charming and Alluring Sect Master of the Joyful Union Sect
—Author: Tang Manjing
(This chapter is entirely out of character and has nothing to do with the innocent and adorable original author, "Coriander Doesn't Eat Hot Pot")
When Jiu Xuan, the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, first met Zhang Mo, the number one person in the world, Zhang Mo was painting on the top of Qiushan Mountain.
(The most out-of-character part in this story is Zhang Zong, who can draw. I'll laugh first, hahahahahahaha)
The wind from the top of the hill, carrying wisps of clouds, swept over the gnarled branches of the welcoming pine tree by the cliff, causing Zhang Mo's moon-white cross-collar wide-sleeved robe to flutter gently.
The fabric was a fine plain satin with flowing cloud patterns, which shimmered with a faint pearlescent sheen in the sunlight. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with minimalist embroidered patterns in silver thread, which revealed subtle shimmer as the hem swayed with movement.
She was already slender, and the flowing sleeves accentuated her elegant and graceful shoulders and neck. She wore only a matching silk sash with a translucent white jade talisman that swayed gently with her movements, complementing her moon-white robes. She looked like a celestial being descending from the clouds, enveloped in a cool, ethereal aura.
Before her floated a yellow talisman paper about ten feet long. Zhang Mo stood before it, holding a wolf-hair brush, the tip of which was dipped in ink mixed with cinnabar and celestial sand. Where the ink touched, talismanic patterns flowed. First, the outline of the hills leaped from the tip of the brush, the lines as sharp as if carved by a knife. Then, the details of pine waves and sea of clouds were laid out, even the folds of the clouds and the fine details of the pine needles were lifelike, as if to lock all the spiritual energy of the hills into this suspended talisman paper.
"What a skillful use of the 'Mountain and River Talisman'! Immortal Venerable, you are truly remarkable."
A soft, charming voice, carrying the sweet scent of mimosa blossoms, drifted over. Zhang Mo's hand, still holding the brush, only glanced lightly at the end of the mountain path as she dipped her brush in ink.
The newcomer wore a pink and white gradient mimosa skirt, the hem embroidered with intertwined lotus and mimosa blossoms. The skirt swept across the bluestone path, carrying a faint fragrance. A pearl hairpin adorned her hair, the beads swaying gently with her steps, and the silver bells tied to her ankles jingled crisply, blending with the sound of the wind at the cliff's edge.
"Junior Jiu Xuan, the current sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, greets Senior." Jiu Xuan bowed gracefully, displaying impeccable manners.
Zhang Mo didn't turn around and continued painting: "Jiang Mian has told me about your situation. You risked your life to protect the sect's disciples and survived from those top-tier demonic beasts, which is already quite remarkable."
Jiu Xuan straightened up, gently brushed a stray hair from her temple with her fingertips, and smiled faintly: "This junior is also very grateful for Valley Master Jiang's kindness. If it weren't for his introduction, this junior would not have had the honor of meeting the Immortal Venerable."
Jiang Mian, the master of Medicine King Valley, is the foremost medical cultivator of our time.
He is Zhang Mo's youngest junior brother.
A year ago, Jiu Xuan was seriously injured, but was saved by the full efforts of Medicine King Valley.
However, the curse of the demon beast before its death clung to her back like a bone-deep infection, flaring up every night with unbearable burning pain. Jiang Mian used all the rare medicinal herbs she could find, but could only suppress it temporarily.
Valley Master Jiang had already done his best, and in desperation, he could only write a letter of introduction, hoping that his senior sister, Zhang Mo, who was the number one talisman cultivator in the world, could think of a way to suppress the curse with talismans.
Zhang Mo finally put down her pen and turned to look at Jiu Xuan seriously.
In fact, Jiang Mian's actions weren't out of any special favor; she was simply out of options.
The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect and her disciples who came to visit her in her illness had turned Medicine King Valley into a chaotic mess in just one year.
Jiang Mian wrote to Zhang Mo several times, lamenting that her eldest disciple had decided to leave the sect and marry into the Hehuan Sect. Several other younger disciples were also infatuated, their love-struck minds beyond cure.
We can only ask Zhang Mo for help to quickly heal the great master of the Hehuan Sect and leave a way out for Yaowang Valley!
Anyway, Zhang Mo cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness, making him perfectly immune to the influence of the Joyful Union Sect.
After all, he was her junior brother, and Zhang Mo finally agreed to Jiang Mian's request.
Zhang Mo withdrew her gaze from Jiu Xuan, her tone still cold: "I know about your injury. Go to the hot spring in the backyard to bathe first, and after you're clean, wait for me in the bedroom of the bamboo house."
Jiu Xuan: "......" Is this right?
Even among the Hehuan Sect, no one would have someone bathe and wait in the bedroom upon first meeting someone...
Seeing that she didn't move, Zhang Mo frowned slightly: "What, you don't want to?"
Jiu Xuan looked at Zhang Mo with mixed feelings.
To be honest, the immortal lord before her was even more beautiful than the rumors suggested. His fingertips beneath the moon-white wide sleeves gleamed with a translucent white light, and the lines of his profile were as hard and cold as jade. Yet, his eyes were as clear as snow water, and when he looked over, it made her heart skip a beat.
Such a person is unparalleled in the entire cultivation world.
It seems... it's not entirely impossible...
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Half an hour later, Jiu Xuan, dressed in a loose, plain white bathrobe, walked to the door of the bamboo house's bedroom.
The door was ajar, and warm yellow candlelight shone from inside. She took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open—
Zhang Mo was sitting at the table, with a jade box, a wolf-hair brush, and cinnabar in front of her. Her moon-white wide sleeves hung down the edge of the table, and she was holding a piece of talisman paper between her fingertips, adjusting the ink color as she looked down.
Hearing the noise, Zhang Mo looked up, his gaze falling on her, but he didn't linger. He simply pointed to the soft couch beside the bed.
The couch was covered with plain white brocade, and a soft cushion was placed on it, which looked very soft.
"Lie face down, back up, and don't move," Zhang Mo said in a businesslike tone.
"..." Jiu Xuan's smile froze instantly, the curve of her lips solidified.
What is this nonsense! She'd only ever heard such things in bathhouses in the north!
Only then did she realize that Zhang Mo was truly skilled and daring, actually intending to draw talismans directly behind her to suppress those curses!
She coughed awkwardly, walked quickly to the soft couch, removed her covering, revealing her smooth back.
There, dark blue-green runes crawled, like a ferocious little snake, coiled below her shoulder blades. The lines were twisted and slowly wriggling, looking particularly frightening, a stark contrast to her fair skin.
Zhang Mo got up and walked over, holding the prepared talisman ink and wolf-hair brush in her hand. She stood by the soft couch, her moon-white wide sleeves gently falling, brushing against Jiu Xuan's back, bringing a cool breeze.
Jiu Xuan instinctively flinched, but then heard the other person's voice: "Relax, the runes need to be drawn on the meridians, otherwise they will be misaligned."
As soon as the wolf-hair brush touched her back, Jiu Xuan couldn't help but hold her breath.
The ink at the tip of the brush was slightly cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. The talismanic power seeped into the brush tip, and the incantation instantly stopped writhing, the burning sensation lessening. She secretly glanced back and saw Zhang Mo intently drawing a talisman, the candlelight casting dappled shadows on his face and his eyelashes, making even his focused expression stunningly beautiful.
At that moment, Jiu Xuan had a sudden, unexpected thought: what if the drawing on her back wasn't done with a pen tip, but with a fingertip...?
The Hehuan Sect is all about doing whatever you want and saying whatever comes to mind, so Jiuxuan didn't care about the occasion and asked directly, "Immortal Venerable, this junior is very curious, besides a brush, can talisman cultivators use other things to draw talismans?"
Zhang Mo assumed that the Hehuan Sect Master was asking about the basics of talisman cultivation and didn't think much of it. Her hand holding the pen didn't stop; the pen tip moved slowly behind her back, outlining the talisman's shape. She calmly replied, "Of course."
Her mind was already racing with ideas, and with a deliberately soft and sweet voice, Jiu Xuan asked expectantly, "What else can we use?"
Zhang Mo calmly gave the answer: "A peach wood sword, when dipped in cinnabar for writing, has an additional effect in warding off evil spirits."
Jiu Xuan: "......"
The righteous peach wood sword instantly shattered the beautiful fantasies in her mind.
Zhang Mo didn't notice her disappointment and continued drawing the talisman with focused concentration. The talisman gradually took shape, and the vermilion ink outlined a complex pattern on her back, like a blooming red lotus, firmly locking the dark blue curse in the center. Zhang Mo put down his brush, took a step back, and carefully examined the talisman: "Alright, this 'Soul-Locking Talisman' can suppress the curse for three months. Come back in three months, and I'll redraw it for you."
“Three months…” Jiu Xuan sat up, straightened her yukata, and looked a little sad.
It's all because the Immortal Venerable is too powerful. One drawing can suppress the illness for three months. If only he could draw one every day!
That way she can come to Qiushan every day and see the Immortal Venerable every day!
However, Zhang Mo completely misunderstood. She thought Jiu Xuan found once every three months too troublesome, so she frowned and thought seriously: "Once every three months is indeed a bit short. But I have already thought of a way to improve it: increase the duration, so next time it can last for a year."
"It won't take more than five treatments for it to completely disappear, and then you won't need to come looking for me anymore."
Jiu Xuan: ""
I hate ruthless ways the most!
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