Chapter 55 Bodhi Sword Heart severs the seven emotions and eliminates the six desires.
Hua Deng never doubted Chen Zhou's learning ability.
This person not only learns magic quickly, but is also ridiculously good at learning other things.
He buried his head and kissed her as usual, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
He could casually say he wanted to kill her, and he could do things she never even considered with nonchalance.
Her lips were kissed.
...No, does this count as a kiss?
The streetlights shone dimly, and biting her index fingertip, should she stop him? But he couldn't hear her...
The lights bit down even harder.
The stinging pain in her fingertips did not distract her; her mind remained focused on Shen Zhou's touch.
At first, he just gently touched her, as if he didn't know what to do next, touching her lightly and softly, seemingly close yet distant.
But soon, he seemed to have found the trick, carefully licking along the seam of his lips with the tip of his tongue.
The lights suddenly shone brightly.
She glanced down casually and caught a glimpse of the top of his jet-black hair. As he moved slightly, the bright red ribbon in his hair stood out starkly under the light. She quickly looked away in a panic.
She could still catch glimpses of things out of the corner of her eye, so she raised her hand and placed the back of her hand over her eyelids, trying to deceive herself.
As darkness descended, my senses became even clearer.
Simply lingering was no longer enough for him. He opened his mouth, teased her casually for a moment, and then took her lips into his mouth.
The tip of my tongue rubbed it heavily over.
The lights emitted a startled cry.
The feeling was terrifying. She tried to push Shen Zhou's head away, but he curled his tongue and slowly poked at her. She lost her strength, and her wrists limply fell to the back of his neck, as if it were an invitation.
He would come closer when she resisted, and then retreat when she was powerless to resist.
His breath was so close, yet he hesitated to come closer. Hua Deng closed his eyes, feeling a blank emptiness.
“Shenzhou…”
Only when she angrily called out his name did he grab her waist and lean back against her.
This time the touch was no longer soft; the tip of my nose brushed against it, and the sensation was indescribable.
Hua Deng bit her finger, barely managing to swallow those strange noises.
But she couldn't hold back for long before her hand was pulled down. Shen Zhou looked up at her without her noticing, his eyes, devoid of light, staring at her. Perhaps because he couldn't see, his pupils were particularly dark and unfathomable.
"Say it out," he said, leaving no room for argument.
His lips were damp with water, turning a deeper red than usual. The glistening moisture on his lips and chin clearly told the streetlights what had just happened.
Hua Deng was startled by this scene and turned her head away. It took her a while to realize something was wrong. She gently nudged him with her toe: "Didn't you say you couldn't hear me?"
Shen Zhou glanced at her, seemingly smiling.
"Oh," he said without any apology, "I forgot to turn off the Wind Listening Technique."
Then he must have heard everything!
Hua Deng's face flushed bright red instantly. She immediately pulled her foot back from his leg and ordered, "How could you lie to me! Close it right now!"
Shen Zhou said, "If I don't shut you down, you won't want to continue?"
The streetlights were really bothered by him, but he had to stubbornly insist, "Yeah, so turn them off quickly."
Shen Zhou curled his lips into a smile, guiding her hand downwards to touch the hem of his clothes: "But the lights are on, my clothes are wet, can you stop the water from running?"
Hua Deng's mind went blank for a few seconds after hearing that sentence.
"How could you be so..." so lewd!
The spot where her fingers were pressing was indeed soaked; she didn't know when she had gotten it there and how it had gotten so messy.
“…Then take it off.” She withdrew her fingers as if they were burning.
"You help me."
Shen Zhou remained motionless as Hua Deng slowly removed his outer garment from his hand.
Her undergarments seemed a little damp as well. After hesitating for a few seconds, Hua Deng decisively withdrew her hand.
Shen Zhou made no further demands, precisely gripping her chin and turning her around: "Don't run away, look at me."
Hua Deng slapped his hand hard: "Can't you see?"
“I can’t see it, I can only see the aura, not your face,” he said.
"So call it to me."
Only when he heard her voice could the murderous aura threatening to tear him apart find a moment's respite.
He reached down and, sure enough, he heard the sound he wanted to hear in no time.
But he felt it wasn't enough. He wanted to hear nothing but her voice, nothing but the hysterical screams and questions from his memories.
He pressed down on Hua Deng's favorite spot and heard her humming suddenly change tone.
Seemingly discovering something, he paused, then slipped his free hand inside her clothes, easily finding the right spot and rather roughly teasing her.
He said "Oh," and then realized, "It's like this place, it will change..."
Hua Deng suddenly snapped out of her daze and covered his mouth with both hands.
Shen Zhou's movements did not stop. The hand covering his lips trembled more violently, and just as he was about to lose his strength, he was bitten.
He finally took pity on her and stopped teasing her: "I can keep quiet, but you must not endure it any longer."
Even without him saying anything, Hua Deng couldn't stand it anymore.
He used the hand that held the sword to do this kind of thing with such skill.
Hua Deng had no idea where he got so many tricks up his sleeve.
Especially when I stopped deliberately stringing her along, I have to admit it felt incredibly good.
Hua Deng lay on the bedding for a while, enjoying himself, when he suddenly stopped.
She lifted her eyelids and glanced at him with displeasure: "Hmm?"
Shen Zhou didn't move. He sensed her reaction and felt that her cries were not as loud as before.
He said, "You clearly prefer the other way."
So he buried his head again.
Hua Deng was suddenly bitten and couldn't help but grumble, "Chen Zhou, you're a dog."
"Woo, Chenzhou! You can't bite here—"
"What did you say? I can't hear you." He replied casually, showing no restraint and becoming even more aggressive.
Hua Deng curled her toes and stepped on his shoulder, her dazed eyes streaming with tears as she stared blankly at the bed curtains above.
The bed curtains were made of gold thread and embroidered with a pattern of butterflies playing with flowers. The flowers were water lilies in the height of summer, and it seemed as if a gentle breeze was blowing, causing the branches to tremble and the petals to droop.
The butterfly frolicked with the lotus, leaping and dancing on the stamen. Hua Deng thought to himself, "What an incompetent butterfly."
Shouldn't it try to please the flowers, to make her happy and satisfied?
Why is it always so cruel, only satisfied when it hears the flowers cry?
The butterfly flew over the petals, tasted the nectar, but was still not satisfied; it wanted to explore deeper.
"no……"
Shen Zhou didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
It's no different from a finger, and he didn't mean to make her uncomfortable.
He was just thirsty, and she happened to offer him water, so he wanted to drink more.
He was like someone who had been thirsty all day, and having finally found a delicious teapot, he drank it down without being satiated.
The tea flowed down his tongue into his mouth, but he still didn't feel any relief.
He was even thirstier.
Even after scooping up the entire inside of the teapot and sucking in every drop of water, it still wasn't enough.
“The streetlights…” he said hoarsely, “are so sweet.”
She always reacted strongly to such words, which, as expected, made him drink even more water.
He was delighted with the new teapot he had found.
His only complaint was that the teapot was being difficult, leaving his chin and cheeks completely wet.
During this time, he looked up at the streetlights and a slightly displeased expression appeared on his face, as if he regretted not being able to see them.
Hua Deng thought he was going to stop, and his collapsing rationality finally returned somewhat, and he tried to escape.
But with his hand gripping her ankle, he leaned down again without changing his expression.
The night was dark, and the sound of the wind outside the courtyard was mixed with the cawing of crows.
Inside, all was quiet. In the flickering light, only faint sounds remained, the streetlights no longer discernible.
She didn't know when Shen Zhou stopped.
But she knew this feeling had lasted a long time.
It stretches on and on, as if it will never end.
Her mind sank into a blank, and it took her a long time to regain the ability to think.
Thinking about what had just happened, she felt dizzy again, unable to believe that such a thing had actually happened.
But he really knows how to please people... um.
I suppose I can barely forgive him.
Since Shen Zhou couldn't see, she could openly observe his appearance.
He leaned against the headboard, his chin resting on her head, his eyes downcast, revealing neither his joy nor anger. But after watching him for a while, Hua Deng sensed that he seemed a little unhappy.
He seemed very interested until a moment ago, but now he has changed.
She didn't want to look at the watermarks on his nose and cheeks anymore. She nestled against his chest and asked wearily, "Are you unhappy because you can't see?"
He hummed in agreement.
Hua Deng couldn't help but chuckle: "If you could see, I wouldn't let you touch me... Anyway, there won't be a next time."
Shen Zhou said, "Oh."
Hua Deng: "Don't you believe me? I'm serious! I was just out of my mind today to listen to you!"
“I know you have a strong will,” he said. “Next time, let’s try something different.”
Hua Deng: "...You are not allowed to read storybooks, nor are you allowed to go to the Hehuan Sect, and you are not allowed to use your talents on me."
Shen Zhou simply said, "Oh."
Hua Deng knew he wouldn't listen, and angrily got up: "Once you lose all your senses, I'll kill you right now!"
Shen Zhou didn't even lift his eyelids: "You can do it now."
Hua Deng: "I'm...I'm tired now."
Shen Zhou grabbed her hand: "I taught you how to do it, but you didn't listen."
Hua Deng finally realized something was wrong: "You're still saying this at a time like this? You really want me to kill you...?"
“There are many people in the world who want to kill me, even my own parents,” he said calmly. “Hua Deng, my life isn’t as precious as you think.”
What if I don't want to?
"Then forget it."
Hua Deng was silent for a moment. After a while, she nodded and said, "Fine, I'll kill you now."
She instructed, "Lie down first."
Shen Zhou: "I don't need it—"
"Lie down!"
He remained subtly silent for a moment, then lay down.
The streetlights revealed a triumphant smile.
Taking advantage of the fact that Shen Zhou couldn't see, she quietly raised her hand and extended her evil claws.
This time, there was no resistance. She grabbed the thing she had been curious about for a long time through the fabric.
hiss……
She was a little unsure.
Are all cultivators of immortality exceptionally gifted?
Shen Zhou should have sensed her movement beforehand, but he remained unmoved. Even when he was lightly pinched, he barely reacted.
It's like this thing is detached from his body; he doesn't pay attention to it, and it doesn't respond to him.
A question mark slowly rose in Hua Deng's mind, and she tentatively rubbed it.
As if sensing her disappointment, Shen Zhou finally spoke: "I told you, there's nothing to see. What you want won't happen to me."
As Hua Deng listened to him speak, she poked at it with her hand and tried to hold it in her palm.
Shen Zhou's expression remained unchanged, and his breathing remained steady.
"My sword heart is called Bodhi Mirror. What I seek is beyond that of ordinary people, and I will not be swayed by anything in this world. Moreover, humans should conquer their selfish desires. Only beasts are controlled by passions. When your cultivation improves, you will understand that severing worldly ties is just the beginning. In the future, severing the seven emotions and eliminating the six desires will be a piece of cake."
"I see." Hua Deng nodded as if she understood, and touched the thing in her hand.
"But it got up."
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