Chapter 553 Abandoning Ruthlessness (23)
"It's okay. My master knew from my fortune telling that the ruthless path is not suitable for me. But because I am his disciple and there are cause and effect, he couldn't tell me. The technique of changing the path was left to me by him." Mo Jinwu took her hand and left Lingxu Sect.
"As time goes by, the Ruthless Dao technique has become an obstacle for me. If I hadn't developed feelings for you, and the Ruthless Dao technique had constantly erased those feelings, I would have resisted and would have already entered the realm of Ruthless Great Perfection."
"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have discovered this technique earlier, and it might even have affected my other emotions, such as compassion for the common people, love for my fellow disciples, and care for my family and friends."
"When Master passed away, my reluctance to part with him was particularly strong. Later, I discovered that I had become indifferent to Master and no longer cherished his memory."
"In Jiuzhou, most people cultivate nature, many enter the Dao through killing and fighting, and the ruthless are a minority. No one can continue to cultivate for a long time, so they don't know the shortcomings of this technique."
"I entered the Wuqing realm for cultivation and for the common people. If I lose even compassion in the end, this is not my original intention."
"When I was practicing the Wuqing Dao technique, Master didn't try to dissuade me. He said this was my path, so I could just follow it. If I encountered any obstacles, he would always be there to back me up, so I didn't have to worry."
Song Xianning turned to look at him, "You are not comforting me so that I can relieve the guilt of dragging you into this relationship, right?"
"Every word is true." Mo Jinwu held her hand tightly.
"Oh, you've become so talkative all of a sudden."
"I'll explain it to you clearly. Even a taciturn person should speak more when necessary." He had wanted to explain it to her clearly after the incident eighteen years ago, but the sudden loss of memory, her constant seclusion for cultivation, and the fact that his second disciple's cultivation was ruined had delayed it until now.
Although she liked him, she did not neglect her cultivation at all. She had no expectations of him and plunged into cultivation.
Outside Zhongzhou City, Wei Xuanchi, who had arrived earlier, was waiting at the city gate. Mo Jinwu formally met with Lian Yi.
Song Qianjiang and Song Qianze asked what they were most concerned about, which was his practice of the Wuqing technique.
This was the wish their sister had been waiting for for two thousand years, so the two brothers naturally would not spoil Song Xianning's fun.
Finally, when they heard that Song Ningshu was the abandoned child, the Song family members looked very excited.
Even the storybook wouldn't dare to write this, but this is a true story that happened to their sister.
The marriage was roughly discussed, Wei Xuanchi returned to Lingxu Sect, and Song Xianning also took Mo Jinwu back to her own courtyard.
"What do you think, should Aning live in my yard or should I clean up one for her next door?" Song Xianning looked around her big yard.
Without waiting for Mo Jinwu to respond, she continued, "Let's live in the yard next door. Aning has grown up."
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Mo Jinwu was pulled into the house by her and took a quick look at the furnishings.
Song Xianning snuggled into his arms and looked up at him, "Mo Jinwu, when will you go back?"
Mo Jinwu lowered his head and put his arm around her waist. "You will come back with me in two days."
"No, go back by yourself. I want to stay home and wait for Aning to come. She hasn't been here yet."
Mo Jinwu was silent for a moment, "Yeah, okay."
She leaned in his arms and asked, "How many times have you been to Zhongzhou City?"
"Not many, less than ten."
"Let me take you shopping and buy some clothes for Aning. She's been with you forever and has learned from you to wear the same style of vestments all year round. It's too plain."
Take him shopping, but it was to buy clothes for Aning. Mo Jinwu nodded helplessly.
Catching a glimpse of his expression, Song Xianning looked up and raised her eyebrows, "Why, you're not happy?"
"With pleasure." He bent down and kissed her face, raised his hand and pressed the corner of her lips, forcing a slightly upturned smile.
"I won't look good if I don't smile?" Song Xianning poked his waist.
"They all look good. Don't be angry." Mo Jinwu hugged her tightly, and a slightly cool kiss fell on the corner of her lips, accompanied by his warm breath. "Let's go again tomorrow? The sun has set."
"Okay." She blinked and kissed him back, and he immediately kissed the back of her neck with a calm look in his eyes.
When she was pushed onto the bed, she regained some of her rationality from her confusion, half-closed her eyes and looked at his loss of composure, unable to help but curling up the corners of her lips.
Mo Jinwu pressed his fingertips against her lips and rubbed them, and asked in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"
Song Xianning shook her head, raised her hands to hold his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him actively.
He supported her back with his hands so that she could better meet his demands.
Deep in love, Mo Jinwu bit her lips lightly, raised his eyes to find her clear eyes, and slowed down his movements.
The branches are covered with frost, and the clouds are heavy.
"Mo Jinwu." She called him in the humid and hot room, resting her chin weakly on his shoulder.
"Here." Mo Jinwu held her waist tightly and replied in a hoarse voice.
"The first time I kissed you, what were you thinking?"
In her fantasy dream, she dominated everything. Even if he, who was at a higher realm than her, came in, his strength would be greatly reduced.
"Don't ask, you should ask me what I'm thinking when I kiss you now?" A hot kiss fell on her neck.
He would no longer push her away calmly in the future. Now, her every smile, every move could affect his emotions.
"Oh, what are you thinking about now?" As soon as the question came out of his mouth, Song Xianning hugged him tightly and hummed softly, "Hmm..."
"I want to kiss you harder, okay?" Mo Jinwu raised his hand to hold her face and put his forehead against hers.
"Hmm..." Looking at those lustful black eyes, she nodded involuntarily.
The next day, Song Xianning got up, sat in front of the mirror, and saw the deep and shallow marks on her neck. She pinched the waist of the person who was hugging her from behind.
Mo Jinwu looked up, kissed the corner of her lips, and continued to lower his head to fix her waist belt.
"I don't want to go out." She tilted her head and leaned in his arms.
"Then come out later?"
Song Xianning turned around and hugged his waist, "Well, lean on him for a while."
Mo Jinwu raised his hands to lift her up, let her sit astride his arms, pressed her head against his chest, and stroked her hair.
"Mo Jinwu." She raised her head slightly to look at him.
"Yeah." Mo Jinwu held her hand.
She didn't say anything, just looked at him.
Mo Jinwu lowered his eyes and kissed her again.
When she was willing to go out, Mo Jinwu followed her with his hands behind his back and returned to Lingxu Sect on the fourth day.
Song Xianning waited at the Song family for a few days, and Song Ningshu and Qi Yan returned.
Song Xianning pulled her to recognize everyone one by one, and scared a little kid who was not used to being in a crowd so much that she frowned and kept silent.
Song Xianning thought Song Ningshu's stern face was so cute that she couldn't help but pinch her little face. Only when she saw Song Anran taking her away did she take her eyes off her.
Soon the wedding day arrived. He and Mo Jinwu swore an oath to heaven and earth and entered the bridal chamber. Song Xianning was tormented by him so much that she didn't leave the room for several days.
As they were leaving, Fu Fengmian teased, "You said I was talking nonsense to Xiao Yangui. I said your relationship is extraordinary, so what's wrong with that?"
Song Xianning coughed embarrassedly.
Mo Jinwu gave him a cold look.
Fu Fengmian rolled his eyes and threw him a spiritual ring. "It's a wedding. I just arrived after I rushed you into the house."
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