Chapter 51: He Huan Sect Master Bai Yueguang 12 Water
"Don't forget to try to activate the method of Cai Yang." Ji Hanlin said seriously.
Wen Qianning was stunned for a moment and blinked: "Me?"
He nodded gently, his eyes serious. "The He Huan Sect's cultivation method is based on the integration of yin and yang, a dual cultivation method. You just activated your spiritual energy, but didn't actively practice the method. If you absorb yang energy properly, you will also benefit from it."
Well, seeing the boy's serious demeanor, it turned out she was overthinking it. Wen Qianning looked away slightly uncomfortably, then slowly closed her eyes, concentrating inward, silently activating her internal skills.
The spiritual power that was not very obvious at first turned into a warm feeling like a trickle after she guided it, flowing upward from the junction of her palms and gradually merging into the sea of qi in her dantian.
It was an indescribable feeling of lightness, and it was precisely because of that one's own cultivation was being nourished.
At first, it was just a weak fluctuation, but as her spiritual power connected with Ji Hanlin, the surging vitality became more and more vigorous.
Wen Qianning couldn't help but bite her lips lightly, feeling that her original cultivation level was slowly loosening.
Not only that, her mind seemed to be wrapped in something soft, making her feel safe and relaxed.
After a while, Wen Qianning opened her eyes, her eyes shimmering with light. She looked at Ji Hanlin, her lips slightly raised:
“…I feel it.”
She had never imagined that such a fit could bring such a significant improvement. The originally vague spiritual path became clear, and even her mind became much clearer.
The Hehuan technique they practiced emphasized the interaction between yin and yang. This dual cultivation was an opportunity for both of them, and also a true spiritual connection.
Seeing the unattainable and aloof Lord resting his head on his arm and smiling at him, Ji Hanlin's expression shifted slightly, his eyes deep. After a long moment, he reached out and gently stroked her hair, suppressing the throbbing in his heart. He simply said, "Ningning is so beautiful."
Wen Qianning: “?”
"Sweet talk and flattery." She coughed lightly, her ears turned red, and her eyes drifted away unnaturally.
Ji Hanlin smiled softly. He moved closer and played with a strand of her hair with his fingertips in a tender manner.
Wen Qianning wanted to turn her head to avoid it, but there was no way to avoid it. She was afraid that an unintentional little movement would provoke his bestial nature again.
"You...don't do this." Her breathing was a little disordered, her heartbeat slowed down a beat, and her voice was soft.
"Ningning," the young man, who had just experienced the release of love, looked a little lazy. His eyes slowly scanned her eyebrows, the corners of her lips, and the red marks on her collarbone that had not faded. His voice suddenly sank, with a hint of uncertainty, "You won't regret it, will you?"
Before the woman could respond, Ji Hanlin continued to talk to himself: "It's too late for you to regret it now. Since we are together, you should be responsible for me. If you dare to abandon me..."
"I will never let you go."
Wen Qianning was shocked and looked up at him guiltily.
Is this male protagonist cheating? If she hadn't known that Ji Hanlin was the original male protagonist of the novel, she would have suspected that this person also had the script, knew that she would cheat on him in the future, and was giving him a warning now.
After a moment, she laughed dryly, shook her head and said, "How could that be? I like Xiao Lin the most."
Ji Hanlin didn't suspect anything, and the curve of his lips deepened almost imperceptibly.
He could finally possess her openly. It was no longer a delusion hidden in the darkness or in the depths of his heart. He no longer had to suppress those thoughts of longing for her, and no longer had to fear that her approach was just pity rather than a response.
When the rain outside stopped, the two went to the ferry together.
The roads gradually widened along the way. When we got closer, the streets and alleys were still bustling with people, and the shouts of the street vendors were still enthusiastic.
"Dear guests, come and see the hairpin——"
The familiar shouting sounded again. Wen Qianning paused and looked up. It was the hairpin stall they encountered when they first arrived here.
The stall owner was waving his arms and hawking his wares. Seeing the two approaching with such intimacy that seemed to have taken a step closer, his eyes lit up and he immediately came forward: "Hey, aren't these the young couple from before?"
Wen Qianning: "..." She seemed to remember that she had told the stall owner that they were not husband and wife.
Ji Hanlin smiled, looking calm and composed, and glanced back at her.
Seeing Wen Qianning remained silent, the stall owner patted his thigh and smiled even more enthusiastically: "Last time, I was quite intimidated by you guys, talking about siblings. Now it seems that this is not the kind of relationship that ordinary siblings can have. This young man, his eyes are almost melting your wife."
Wen Qianning's ears felt hot, and she coughed and was about to explain, but Ji Hanlin beat her to the punch and said, "Last time, Madam was shy and embarrassed to admit it. Now there's no need to hide it."
As he spoke, he raised his hand naturally, held Wen Qianning's hand, and gently squeezed her palm.
Wen Qianning was speechless for a moment and could only lower her head and pretend to look at the hairpin seriously.
"You two, you're truly a match made in heaven, wow..." The stall owner had never seen such a loving relationship between a handsome man and a beautiful woman before. His smile grew even more cheerful, his eyes full of playfulness. "Yes, it's only been a few days since we last met, and you look so affectionate that it seems your relationship has taken a step forward. I could tell at a glance."
"How many kinds of hairpins do you have?" Ji Hanlin was delighted by the stall owner's praise and asked casually, obviously with some interest.
"There are so many! It's obvious from the young master's vision that he is the type to dote on his wife. I will give you a discount on everything she likes from my stall." The stall owner was very excited. He quickly opened the box and took out several hairpins of different styles.
Ji Hanlin looked through them one by one, carefully examining each one, and finally bought more than a dozen in one go.
The stall owner was watching with great amusement, rubbing his hands and laughing, "That's the best thing about being young. I see you guys might buy your wedding hairpins here in the future."
"Who knows." Ji Hanlin said, his eyes falling on Wen Qianning's face.
Wen Qianning didn't dare to respond, pretending not to hear, and lowered her head to pretend to wipe the hairpin.
After leaving the stall, the two continued walking towards the ferry.
A small boat slowly floats down the mountain stream. Although the drizzle has stopped, the mountains and rivers are still shrouded in mist.
Wen Qianning leaned against the cushion with her clothes loose. She had originally closed her eyes and was pretending to sleep when she felt someone approaching. The familiar breath brought her an inexplicable shudder.
When she opened her eyes, she met Ji Hanlin's smiling eyes.
He sat very close, almost covering her with his entire body, supporting himself beside her, his movements calm and extremely oppressive.
Wen Qianning shrank back warily: "...What are you doing?"
Ji Hanlin said nothing, but reached out to push away the cloak that had slipped off her shoulders. His palm stroked her collarbone inch by inch, causing the woman to tremble slightly.
"Xiao Lin..." She called him softly, trying to stop him, but she was not firm enough.
Ji Hanlin leaned over, biting her jaw lightly, and put his palm into her clothes, touching her slender waist through layers of fabric. The boy's movements were bold and unreserved, as if in this world shrouded in fog, he finally didn't need to restrain himself.
Wen Qianning was pressed down on the deck by him. The boat was not big to begin with, so the movement caused it to shake, and ripples appeared on the water surface.
"Ji Hanlin!" She whispered, glared at him, and her ears quickly turned red.
Wen Qianning was originally a high-ranking sect leader, but now she was limp in his arms, her expression flustered by every inch of teasing. She placed her hands on his chest and said in a low, hoarse voice, "You...how come you're becoming more and more skilled?"
He chuckled softly, and said to her lips, "My disciple's understanding is not high, but it is still better to be guided by the master."
Hearing this, Wen Qianning's cheeks turned hot, her waist tightened, and her body was pressed completely between the cushions at the stern.
Below him was a small boat swaying with the current, and in front of him was this increasingly unruly young man.
Wen Qianning suddenly felt that this strange way of blending made her heart beat faster, just like the first time in the cave. It was clearly a clear place with light in the sky, shadows of clouds and rippling water, but it hid an unspeakable beauty.
Then, Ji Hanlin kissed her Adam's apple lightly, his voice low, "Ningning, I still want to continue dual cultivation."
Why dual cultivation again? Wen Qianning's beautiful eyes widened, a shy expression on her face. Ever since he started having sex as a teenager, he had learned it all by himself, pestering her day and night to practice dual cultivation, completely lacking any understanding of moderation.
Although dual cultivation in this world would benefit both of them in their cultivation, and physical fatigue could be swept away with a single Qingxin Jue, her body could withstand it, but her mind couldn't. It was too stimulating...
Wen Qianning was still lost in thought, but Ji Hanlin had already put his hand on hers and held it tightly, pulling her into his arms, leaving her no way out.
As the movement became larger, the boat shook more violently.
In a trance, she seemed to be back to that rainy night, the blending of their body temperatures and breath, and that strange yet extremely intimate feeling once again swept over her body.
But this time, what was beneath him was not the stone bed of a cave, but a small boat swaying on the water.
She thought vaguely, the feeling of ascending to heaven... is just like this.
Ji Hanlin's attack was not urgent. Every time he approached her, it was teasing, leaving her nowhere to escape. The feeling of being cared for and being watched intently was more thrilling than any exchange of spiritual power.
"I really can't take it anymore..." Wen Qianning couldn't help but speak out, her voice weak.
Ji Hanlin leaned close to her neck, smiling broadly, "I thought Ningning must be really enjoying it since she was moaning so beautifully."
Wen Qianning cursed inwardly, this man had really turned bad. She couldn't even look him in the face with his burning gaze, so she had to turn her head away. However, she caught a glimpse of the ripples on the water as the boat trembled, and she felt even more embarrassed.
I never thought that one day I would be pinned down on a boat by this hateful man, unable to move.
The most embarrassing thing was that not only did she not struggle, but she actually felt a little bit of unspeakable... excitement in her heart.
This romance on the water lasted for a long time.
Slow ripples echoed on the water, and from time to time there were the sounds of birdsong and the wind from distant mountains, but under the awning, there were only tangled breaths and suppressed gasps.
This journey by water was supposed to take only three days, but the two of them delayed it to seven days before returning to the sect.
At that time, Wen Qianning's steps were a little unsteady when she got off the boat. There was a blush in the corners of her eyes as if she had been bullied, and she leaned lazily against Ji Hanlin's side.
Ji Hanlin looked like he was full and he hid it very well, not revealing any unnecessary signs in front of the sect disciples.
Only when he walked behind Wen Qianning, his gaze seemed to fall on the traces of kisses on the back of her neck and waist, and his eyes were full of hidden possession and joy.
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