Chapter 27 Chapter 27 (Update) Snake Dog...
Daoist Master Juezhen still had some matters to deal with, so he asked the two to leave first.
After leaving the main hall, the young man, not knowing what he was thinking about, raised the corner of his lips and followed behind him leisurely.
After walking a few steps, Mingyueyi suddenly stopped and turned around, and the magic weapon in his hand passed before his eyes.
He didn't move, but looked at her in confusion at her sudden behavior. "Senior Sister?"
Ming Yueyi glanced at the strand of hair that had been cut off on the ground, and looked at him without changing her expression: "Nothing, I just wanted to see how you would react. Why didn't you react?"
If she really wanted to kill him, the sword she had just struck would have neatly cut off his beautiful head, but he didn't move at all.
Pu Yuemin chuckled softly, his deep eyes and brows tinged with a gorgeous glow. "Senior Sister won't harm me. I have no defenses against you."
He spoke frankly, as if even if she had cut his neck with the sword just now, he would still remain calm.
The intimacy expressed by the young man was too real. Mingyueyi silently put away the magic weapon, and his previous memories began to waver.
Pu Yuemin lowered his brows as he watched the doubt fade from her face. The curve of his lips became more and more obvious, and even a smile appeared in his tone: "Where are you going now, Senior Sister?"
The master asked him to learn swordsmanship from her in the future. Now she wants to teach him the basics. She can't let him have such high-level skills but nowhere to use them.
Ming Yueyi pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go to the bamboo forest in the back mountain of Chongritai."
Chongritai is where monks receive instruction, and the bamboo forest on the back mountain also uses spiritual bamboo, which is very beneficial for practicing there.
"Okay." He nodded in agreement.
The two walked along the road towards the bamboo forest behind Chongritai. As they walked, Mingyueyi talked to him about the practice of sword cultivation.
To learn swordsmanship, you must first learn your state of mind. If your mind is steady, your swordsmanship will naturally be steady.
The bamboo forest is lush and quiet, very suitable for meditation and practice.
Mingyueyi's cultivation was "regressing" and he couldn't practice it himself, so he read the secret to him.
Pu Yuemin sat cross-legged opposite her, gazing at her eyes without a trembling motion.
The light from the bamboo leaves fell on Mingyue Yi Ya's black hair. She clenched her lips in determination, but he didn't hear a word she said.
His gaze was too direct.
Ming Yueyi paused after reciting a few sentences, looked up at his humble admiring attitude, and an indescribable subtle feeling passed through her heart.
"Junior brother, are you listening?" She suspected that he was distracted.
Pu Yuemin's eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if he had just come back to his senses from a scattered state of consciousness. He replied in a hoarse voice, "I'm listening."
After that, he took the initiative to repeat the mantra she had just recited slowly and steadily.
Not a single word was missed, as if he had already recited it countless times in his mind.
Ming Yueyi raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this. He didn't expect that his memory was so good. He was clearly distracted just now, but he was able to remember everything after listening to it once.
"Since you have memorized it, I will not repeat it. Now wield the sword according to the mantra I told you." She stood up and chose a clean stone to sit on, supporting her hands behind her back as she looked at him. The soft breeze blew through the long broken jade beads hanging in her hair, leaving afterimages.
Pu Yuemin raised his hand, soft light overflowed from his fingertips, and a snow-white snake-shaped sword appeared before his eyes. A line of red on the sword seemed to have been injected with blood.
A very beautiful sword, just like its owner.
Even though Mingyueyi doesn't like snakes, he also likes this sword. It's a pity that it is his natal sword refined from his flesh and blood.
The tip of the snake sword was raised, and the shadow was like shattering the sunlight, and it cut through the bamboo forest fiercely. Although it was gentle and did not cut down a single bamboo leaf, its momentum was terrifying, and startled the surrounding little monsters that absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon and became spirits.
The sword circled around him and then stabbed into the ground. The young man wielding the sword slowly opened his eyes, and a cold and dark light flashed in his eyes that had not yet subsided. This moment was very different from usual.
This is a sword cultivator at the fourth level. Even though it is his first time practicing, he can control and release the sword energy with ease.
Mingyueyi looked at the little goblins scattered around.
Pu Yuemin looked towards Ming Yueyi, who was not far away. His handsome face returned to a harmless smile. "How is Senior Sister? Is there anything you need to improve on?"
Ming Yueyi withdrew her admiring gaze and shook her head at him: "Very good, impeccable swordsmanship, much better than when I first started practicing."
Not only was it impeccable, but with the skills he showed today, she felt there was no need to teach him from the basics and that he could just practice swordsmanship directly.
Pu Yuemin stood up, drew his sword, and as he walked towards her, he asked, "What was your first time practicing the Way of Mercy like?"
first?
Ming Yueyi thought about it carefully in her heart and said honestly: "I forgot."
It had been so many years since the first time that she had almost forgotten it.
But she probably didn't have as good talent as him at that time, so He Wujiu must have had a headache teaching her.
"Have you forgotten?" The young man sat beside her, practicing sword techniques with his fingertips, looking a little bored.
Ming Yueyi nodded: "Yes, it has been many years."
Forgetting that this didn't seem to be the answer Pu Yuemin wanted.
He tilted his head, looking at her with tenderness in his eyes, and asked her: "So, what do you remember, Senior Sister?"
This question is inexplicable.
Ming Yueyi said, "Although I've forgotten what happened a long time ago, I still remember everything from these past few years."
Time is like a drop of water in the ocean for a cultivator, the least valuable. So after so many years, she has completely forgotten the scene of her first sword practice. Even if she remembers, she doesn't want to think about it. Forgetting is the only answer she can give.
"Oh, really..." He didn't ask any more questions, his eyebrows drooped, and even his sword intent became gloomy.
Seeing that he was proficient in swordsmanship and had no guidance, Ming Yueyi said, "Junior brother, please practice swordsmanship in the forest first. I will go back first."
Pu Yuemin raised his eyes to look at her: "Senior Sister, are you not going to teach me anymore?"
Ming Yueyi shook his head: "You are a master of swordsmanship, you don't need me."
He seemed to want to keep her, the words remained on his lips, and his nod became a very light "hmm".
Mingyueyi fell from the rock and walked towards the bamboo forest path.
But before we walked out of the bamboo forest, the sky was suddenly covered by a swamp fog.
It's evil spirit.
Ming Yueyi looked up at the sky shrouded in dark demonic energy, his brows furrowed, and a wave of doubt crossed his mind.
This is Fenjing Peak, how could there be evil spirit here?
"Senior Sister, it's demonic energy, it's so strong, are you going back?"
Just as she was looking at him seriously, the young man stood beside her without her knowing when. He tilted his head and asked her gently, as if trying to keep her, with a happy tone in his voice.
Mingyue glanced at him, wondering what he was so happy about.
With such a strong demonic aura, not only could she not go back, but I was afraid that the entire sect would have to rush here.
The bamboo forest was shrouded in evil spirits and it was impossible to get out.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Mingyueyi suddenly felt an indescribable sense of familiarity in his heart.
What had she forgotten?
She couldn't remember it for the moment, so she pulled Pu Yuemin to the other side.
"Let's find a place to hide first. The demonic energy is too strong. If one's mind is not firm, it will affect the Tao heart."
Pu Yuemin heard the seriousness in her tone, smiled and followed her steps closely.
As she said, there were cultivators affected by demonic energy everywhere along the way.
Chongritai was originally used for practicing sword skills. In Guangping Land, there were few places to hide. Many of the younger brothers and sisters who practiced sword skills in Chongritai were not determined and were affected by the evil spirit. Their movements were as stiff as mummies crawling out of coffins.
Whenever Mingyueyi meets someone, he recites a calming mantra to dispel the evil spirits that pollute their minds.
But there were too many people, and she was so busy that she couldn't handle it even if she talked until her lips were sore.
Ming Yueyi took a short break and planned to use a paper crane to send a message. Before she could take out the paper crane from the mustard seed bag, a person suddenly appeared behind her.
"Senior sister, be careful."
Following the young man's reminder, Mingyueyi brushed past the man and turned to lean on his shoulder.
Without bothering to look at Pu Yuemin beside her, she looked at the person in front of her.
She knew her. She was a junior sister whom she had personally taught swordsmanship to before.
The junior sister's mind was polluted. At this moment, she was staring at her greedily with her fangs bared and wet saliva dripping from her lips to the ground.
It turned out to be severely polluted, and even the faces of people were gone.
Ming Yueyi looked at this inhuman scene and suddenly remembered what he had forgotten and why the scene in front of him looked so familiar.
This was the beginning of her being sacrificed to He Wujiu's sword.
On the day of the contract, the Qingyun Sect was affected by demonic energy, and many people were suddenly attacked by large-scale demonic possession on this ordinary day.
Any cultivator possessed by evil spirits will be homogenized and turned into an irrational demon. These demons that can possess people come from the Futu Sea.
Can……
Ming Yueyi looked at the man with a ferocious face not far away, and the movement of his fingers in chanting the Calming Mantra slowed down, and he gradually could not utter the words of Calming.
All this should have happened on the day of the sect competition.
Even the plot where He Wujiu stood out again in the sect competition and became the bright moon that everyone could not look up to had not happened yet, so how could a large number of evil spirits appear now?
Is it because she stole the opportunity that the male protagonist deserved, which caused the plot to be advanced?
Before it happened, she shouldn't have been the cannon fodder that helped the male protagonist become a god. She should have lured Pu Yuemin into prison first, and not long after, He Wujiu asked her to sacrifice his sword in order to achieve enlightenment.
Why in advance?
Ming Yueyi stood stiffly where he was, staring at his fellow disciple who had turned into a demon.
The fear of being killed by the sword continued to fill every part of her body, so that all the remaining nerves in her body were tense, as if she was about to collapse in the next breath.
After several lifetimes, she had already developed an indelible resistance and fear towards this plot. Whenever she thought about being sacrificed to the sword, there was only one thought in her mind.
Can no longer be killed by the sword.
Can't be killed by the sword anymore!
"Senior Sister, calm down."
Just as she was drowning in the pain of being killed by the sword, a young man's clear voice broke through the darkness and shone into her spirit like a ray of warm light.
Meditation, breaking——
Ming Yueyi opened his eyes with a slight gasp. The scene polluted by the evil spirit was gone. The warm sun shone through the bamboo leaves and fell on the ground, forming a swaying afterimage of the peaceful years.
It turned out to be just an illusion.
Mingyueyi's face turned pale and stiff as he turned his eyes to look at the people around him.
It is Bodhisattva compassion.
The young man held her in his arms and sat on the tree. The wind blew his cool fragrance into her nostrils, and her disordered mind slowly eased.
Seeing that she finally woke up, he smiled and said, "Senior Sister, you finally woke up."
Mingyueyi didn't notice that she was still in his arms. The posture of the two of them was more intimate than their previous interactions.
She lowered her eyes and stared at the tree, confused and asked, "What happened?"
She was clearly trying to expel the evil spirit just now, but when she opened her eyes again, she was on the tree. There were no groups of fellow apprentice sisters infected by the evil spirit below, but only the corpse of a fox demon.
And the fox demon Ming Yueyi recognized was the one in Yun Town.
Pu Yuemin didn't look down, because she was sitting obediently in his arms, and he could hold her intimately. His face flushed. "Well, I was talking to my senior sister just now, and she suddenly looked strange and pulled me to tell me there was a demon. I saw that her expression was not right, so I took her up the tree, and then the fox demon appeared."
Mingyueyi didn't notice his abnormality. She blinked away the last bit of distraction in her eyes and stared intently at the fox demon below who was dying tragically. She roughly guessed what had just happened.
This fox demon escaped from He Wujiu's hands in Yun Town, and followed behind him with hidden demonic energy. Later, it used some unknown method to sneak into Fenjing Peak.
If it weren't for Pu Yuemin's temporary breakthrough, the fox demon that had infiltrated the monks might have been discovered.
Although she escaped today, the fox demon was worried that she would have to check her spiritual power tomorrow, so she followed her and Pu Yuemin all the way here, hoping to take revenge by setting up soul-stealing magic while they were off guard.
She inhaled a trace of demonic energy without any precautions, which reminded her of the thing she feared most. She fell into a fox demon illusion and was awakened by Pu Yuemin, breaking the illusion.
Thinking about how he was almost bewitched by the fox demon, Ming Yueyi felt a chill run down his spine.
Fortunately, Pu Yuemin was determined and realized that something was wrong with her in time and pulled her up the tree, otherwise she would have been reborn and entered the cycle of reincarnation again.
However, the fact that this fox demon could sneak into Fenjing Peak shows that his cultivation level is not low, but he is now dead here.
Ming Yueyi turned to look at the young man beside him, "Did you kill him?"
Pu Yuemin knew she would be confused, so his breathing became a little disordered as he began to explain, but he managed to maintain his composure. "Well, when the fox demon saw that Senior Sister was trapped in the illusion, she stopped hiding. I then used the sword technique that Senior Sister taught me to kill her."
Just after learning swordsmanship, you can use it to kill monsters?
Mingyueyi felt something was wrong and was about to ask again when he suddenly noticed something wrong behind him.
It seemed as if something was alive, and even the thin cloth could not hide it. Even the boy behind him, who had tried very hard to control his breathing, was gradually...
After realizing what it was, Mingyueyi didn't dare to move.
Pu Yuemin realized that she had discovered it, so he lowered his head and gently pressed his burning eyelids against her shoulder, breathing slightly hurriedly and calling softly, "Senior Sister, I feel a little unwell. Have I also been affected by the evil spirit?"
As he murmured, he moved closer.
The resistance is more obvious than before.
Ming Yueyi froze and replied uncomfortably, "Maybe."
After replying to his words, she pretended to push his hot face away and said, "You can let go now. I'm fine now."
He made a groaning and panting sound, and reluctantly let go of his hand that was holding her waist for a long time.
Mingyueyi immediately stood up, her eyes casually sweeping towards his waist.
Is it so sensitive?
He seemed to feel ashamed as well, lowering his red eyes and calling out softly, "Senior Sister."
Ming Yueyi turned away, no longer looking at him, and asked about the wound on his waist: "Was this caused by a fox demon?"
In that glance just now, she saw a wound on his waist, and the exposed bright red flesh had dyed the lining a color similar to that of his outer robe.
Pu Yuemin lowered his eyes to look at the claw marks on his waist and said "hmm" softly.
After all, he was injured because of her. Mingyueyi took out a medicine bottle from the storage bag and threw it to him: "Use this medicine to apply it, don't get infected by the demon poison."
Pu Yuemin held the jade bottle and raised his pale face, his eyes slightly red and watery, "Senior Sister, my hand is injured too."
Your hand is injured too?
Ming Yueyi remembered that he had not seen any wounds on his hand just now, but when he lowered his eyes, he saw that the slender hand holding the emerald green medicine bottle had a long crack on the back and wrist, so deep that the white bones could be seen through the flesh.
This wound doesn't look like the result of a fox demon's claws, but rather like the scratches of some sharp teeth.
"Senior Sister, can you help me apply medicine?" Seeing that she was staring at the wound and did not respond, the young man raised his hand. Blood flowed down along the wound from his wrist and dripped from his slender fingertips onto the fox demon corpse under the tree.
Mingyueyi thought that he was injured because of her, so she nodded and agreed.
He asked, "Go to my cave?"
It's just bandaging the wound, it doesn't matter where I go.
She nodded: "Okay."
After receiving the response, the young man's face instantly brightened.
Mingyueyi looked at the smile on his handsome face and felt something indescribable was wrong.
After simply dealing with the fox demon's corpse, Mingyueyi helped Pu Yuemin to his cave.
The cave was as cold as usual, and no one knew where the little puppets had hidden. She wanted Pu Yuemin to call them out for help, but she saw that his face was almost transparently pale.
Mingyueyi swallowed the words in her mouth and helped him sit down on the ice couch step by step.
On the grounds that it would be difficult to apply medicine with his shirt on, she reached out to help him take it off.
As soon as her fingers touched his collar, the young man lying on the ice couch trembled inexplicably all over. His cold hand grasped her wrist, and two blushes appeared on his white cheeks. He called her with his eyes flickering.
“Senior Sister…”
Ming Yueyi stared at him intently, and after recovering from his inexplicable attitude of wanting to refuse but also wanting to accept, she explained, "Take off your clothes so that I can apply the medicine."
He trembled his long, thick, black eyelashes lightly and slowly loosened his hand.
Ming Yueyi lowered her eyes and unbuttoned his collar. The boy's Adam's apple, hidden in the vertical collar, was exposed, protruding and pale. As the second button was unbuttoned, it rolled and brushed against her fingers.
Ben didn't think it was a big deal, but after her fingers touched his Adam's apple a few times, Pu Yuemin's breathing became heavier.
As his breathing became heavier, he couldn't help but murmur.
"Senior Sister."
When the last button was undone, he buried his burning cheek in her palm, his breath wet and his tone disordered, calling her: "Senior Sister... No, I feel uncomfortable."
Ming Yueyi was very embarrassed. She didn't expect that an unintentional brush from him while he was unbuttoning his clothes would cause him to become like this.
But she could understand the boy's youthful vigor.
"It's okay, it will be fine soon, just bear with it." Mingyueyi comforted him.
Pu Yuemin slowly raised his head, looked at her, and said "hmm" with his Adam's apple rolling slightly.
The beautiful young man, who was so fragile that he would break at the slightest touch, lay on the ice bed with a shy look in his eyes. Her hand, against such a backdrop, looked like a bully who was about to forcibly bully a boy from her own family.
Mingyue ignored the abnormality of his body, took out her hand and took off his upper body clothes, then took out a clean silk handkerchief from her bosom, just to clean the blood from the hideous claw mark on his waist.
The boy's bare white chest was not thin, his muscle texture was extremely beautiful and strong, and even his complexion was extremely healthy and rosy.
Ming Yueyi couldn't help but take a few more glances, and then found that there was a clear change under his observation...
The hand holding the medicine bottle trembled slightly, and I didn't know how much powder was spilled on the wound.
Pu Yuemin seemed to be in pain from the wound, and trembled for a moment. He gasped and grabbed the padded robe: "Senior Sister... be gentle."
Mingyueyi came back to her senses in an instant, lowered her eyes and saw that his waist was covered with powder. She wanted to brush it off with her hand, but he misunderstood her.
He leaned over and took her hand, pressing it to the spot where she had been staring absentmindedly. Like a male bodhisattva born to bestow mercy, he whispered to her, "Sister, you can use more force here."
The sense of touch was far more obvious than what she saw, and it reminded her of the bronze core on Fu Sheng, but it was made of flesh.
Mingyueyi unconsciously tightened his fingers while he was lost in thought.
The boy suddenly arched the spine that supported his back, and his long hair fell from his neck as he moved, covering his red face.
So comfortable.
Senior sister’s hand.
His half-closed eyes were faintly scarlet in color. He held her hand and rubbed it hard. His breathing became heavier. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and touch her thin and pale lips. He looked like he had been toyed with to the point of losing consciousness.
While she was extremely happy, Pu Yuemin suddenly remembered what she had said before, when she first imprisoned him on the couch, holding the iron chain around his neck and calmly stating it.
She said: Junior brother, you are a born slut, you deserve to suffer this misfortune.
He is.
Just like now, she obviously did nothing, yet he became so wanton.
Pu Yuemin smiled with red eyes, and held her hand even tighter, as if he wanted her to crush the disobedient filth on her body.
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