Chapter 82 Chapter 82 Snake Deafness
On the other side, Mingyueyi just landed on Fenjing Peak.
She discovered that the Fen Jing Peak in front of her was different from the Fen Jing Peak she knew.
There is no Chongri Terrace, no Prajna Terrace, and not even a Snow Prison. There is not even anything hanging in the sky to separate it from the lower world. It is just an empty, ordinary small mountain gate.
The stone tablet in front of the mountain gate was engraved with Qingyun Sect, but the name written on it was much less than what she had seen.
Qingyun Sect is the largest sect. There are hundreds of powerful people and ancestors engraved on the stone tablets alone, and they are all densely packed with Taoist names.
And now…
Mingyueyi stood in front of the sect gate, stroking the name written on it.
Burn it clean.
He is the first ancestor of Fenjing Peak. The reason why Fenjing Peak is different from other peaks is because of Taoist Fenjing, who was once the leader of Qingyun Sect. He used his whole body cultivation to seal the great demon Zhu Yan, and left a prophecy that after his death, his body would become a mountain, supporting the entire Qingyun Sect.
In order to commemorate Fen Jing, later generations changed Jianxiu Peak to Fenjing Peak, and her master Juezhen Daojun's master was Fenjing Daojun.
The Taoist names below Fen Jing did not appear gray, indicating that these people were still alive.
Being alive meant... this was a thousand years ago, not a hundred years ago as she had thought.
Ming Yueyi felt his scalp tingling at such a long time span. Just as he was about to leave, a clear voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Daoyou."
Ming Yueyi subconsciously turned around when she heard the familiar voice. When she saw the person in front of her clearly, she froze in place.
The young man has elegant features and a moon-like appearance. With a white sword on his back, he stands like the light cast by the clear moon in the bleak winter night.
His eyes were unfamiliar and gentle, and he asked her in a gentle voice, "I wonder why this fellow Daoist came to Qingyun Sect so late at night?"
Ming Yueyi suppressed the shock in his heart and calmly placed one hand on the stone tablet, saying, "I am a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. I just returned from outside."
"Really?" He nodded thoughtfully and walked towards her. "Since you're back, why don't you go back to the sect instead of standing here?"
Ming Yueyi watched him approach, clenching the stone tablet with his fingers, and explained, "I'm a new disciple and haven't carefully examined the Taoist name on the stone tablet, so I'm taking a look."
"Oh, so that's how it is." He smiled, and when he raised his hand, a long sword came out from his fingertips. Along with his gentle voice, the sword intent attacked her like a vast force.
"Qingyun Sect hasn't accepted any new disciples in recent years. I wonder where you are from. Let's try to see if the sect's swordsmanship is the same."
Ming Yueyi knew that when he smiled with his eyes narrowed, he seemed to be in a good mood, but in fact he was already preparing to draw his sword, so she was well prepared and flew towards the top of the mountain when the sword intent came.
In the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared into the night.
But the young man did not chase after him, but stood there with his sword in hand, looking thoughtful.
Because he discovered that the martial arts she had just leaked seemed to be the inner martial arts of Qingyun Sect, and it was from the same lineage as him.
Just as he was considering whether to chase after him, he heard the voice of his companion behind him.
"Fen Jing, there's something unusual happening in Yun Town again. Are you sure Pi is sealed under the Demon Locking Tower?"
Fen Jing turned his head and smiled faintly at the visitor. The sword shadow circled around him before entering his body. He said to the visitor in a gentle voice, "It should be here. To be cautious, I'd better go and take a look."
"Alright, be careful. This demon is extremely good at confusing people. Even if only a strand of hair remains, it can still arouse desire. Our longevity depends on it. Don't let anyone else know."
"good."
The conversation was blown away by the cold night wind.
Ming Yueyi was worried about being caught up, so he plunged into the dark forest. After flying on his sword for a while, he found that he was lost.
The Fenjing Peak a thousand years ago was very different from what I remembered. There was no spiritual energy in the forest, but miasma that obscured my vision.
The further you go, the less you can see the road.
Mingyueyi stopped at a place with less miasma, and thought of the pretty face she had just seen.
She didn't expect that a thousand years ago, there was someone with the same face as He Wujiu. At that glance just now, she almost thought that He Wujiu had followed in.
Fortunately, it is not.
But the sword is hidden in the body, and when using the sword, it will come out from the palm. Apart from He Wujiu, who else could have done it a thousand years ago?
It can't be the ancestor of sword cultivation, the Fenjing Sword Master.
No, it's possible.
But why did he have the same face as He Wujiu?
Ming Yueyi frowned and thought, then heard a crow perched on a dead branch suddenly flap its wings and fly away quickly.
Someone is coming.
After Mingyueyi noticed it, he concealed his breath cautiously and retreated quietly.
I didn't know what formation I stepped on, and my whole body suddenly fell down as if it was flying into the air. I didn't even have time to react before my vision fell into darkness.
Fortunately, it didn't last long. She landed lightly and looked around to find that she had fallen into a dungeon.
There were eternal candles on the wall, and the faint light could vaguely illuminate the colorful patterns on the wall. She remembered that these patterns were used to seal monsters.
Mingyueyi looked at the patterns on the wall and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen the same ones somewhere before.
Just as she was about to think carefully, the sound of slow footsteps came from above the dungeon.
There was nowhere to hide around, so she had to enter the innermost stone door.
When she entered the stone gate, she looked at the countless skinned monster skins hanging on the wall, and the huge monster skin in front of her that was nailed to a rack and curled up into a ball. She finally knew where she was.
Under the Demon Locking Tower of Qingyun Sect.
She had accidentally entered once and saw the monster skins underground. At that time, she wondered why there was a dungeon under the Monster Locking Tower, and the dungeon was full of the original monster skins that had been peeled and dried.
It turns out it has been here since this time.
But she didn't have time to think about it now, because the footsteps had stopped outside the stone gate. If she didn't find a secluded place to hide, she would probably be in trouble.
But the place was full of hanging demon skins, and there was nowhere to hide.
Mingyueyi looked at the demon skin at the top of the stairs and pursed her lips unconsciously.
Only the huge demon skin coiled together in the front might be able to hide.
Outside the stone gate, a young man holding a bamboo lantern stopped and stood at the door, looking thoughtfully at the stone gate in front of him that had obviously been moved, as well as the fragrance of a woman that had not yet dissipated around it.
It was the same fragrance he had smelled in front of the sect's stone tablet not long ago.
Fen Jing raised his long eyebrows slightly, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.
It seems that there is nothing wrong with Yun Town, but there is a thief in Qingyun Sect. I just didn’t expect that he could sneak here.
He raised his hand and pushed open the stone door.
There seemed to be no one inside the stone gate, but he was not in a hurry to look for anyone. Instead, he hung the bamboo cage lantern in his hand on the hook at the door, and made seals and set up a formation to block all possible escape routes.
But the killing array had been set up, but no one showed up in it.
The smile at the corner of Fen Jing's eyes faded into a gray mist. He waited patiently for a moment, then spoke softly, "If you don't come out soon, you may not have a chance to explain yourself later."
After he finished speaking, he waited for about twenty breaths, but still no one showed up.
There was no one there, or did she come in and leave?
Fen Jing's eyes, which could see through everything, fell on the demon skin not far away.
The demon skin was huge, coiled under the wooden frame like a giant snake. Even though its hollowed-out internal organs were dried in the wind and nailed on it, it still looked silvery white and holy, as if it was not a demon skin, but the skin of a god, waiting for people to burn incense and kowtow to worship it.
The skin was covered with scales, and as the candlelight swayed, countless small snakes seemed to form. The pure white snakes climbed on the skin, opening their mouths to bite the white skin. The more they ate, the bigger their bodies became, and the spiritual power became stronger and stronger.
Everything indicates that by eating the skin one can possess supreme spiritual power, and no longer have to suffer the pain of cultivation. One can directly break through the realm in one step, ascend to the upper realm, and live as long as the heaven.
This is the dream of countless monks, and Fen Jing inevitably had the same thought. So when he saw the little snake eating happily, he couldn't help but kneel in front of the monster skin, and with a smile he tore off a piece of skin and put it between his lips to chew.
The taste is sweet and refreshing. When swallowing it, the spiritual roots in the body are surrounded by majestic spiritual power, and there is a vague sense of breakthrough.
It was precisely because of this vague breakthrough that he came back to his senses from the monster's bewitchment.
In front of Fen Jing's eyes, there were no little snakes eating the skin, nor any spiritual energy, but only a piece of torn monster skin.
The skin that should have been dried by the wind should not bleed anymore, but now it was covered with blood. Even the blood had a sweet smell, tempting him to bend down and lick the blood on the ground.
Unfortunately, he has seen this kind of scene countless times, and sometimes he is still bewitched by it.
Fen Jing, with blood still on his lips, raised his hand and pressed it against his skin, whispering, "Don't try to seduce me. Your body has already been devoured, and you can't ascend. As long as you can't ascend, you'll have to stay there, and you won't be able to leave for the rest of your life."
The skin seemed to understand, and the light on its body dimmed, returning to the same dim color as the surrounding monster skins.
The monster skin seemed normal and no one was found. Fen Jing did not want to stay here any longer, so he solved the formation and walked out of the stone gate with a lamp.
About three incense sticks later, Mingyueyi heard footsteps outside the stone gate again.
This time he really left.
She crawled out from inside, her whole body seemed to be soaked, and she even staggered when standing.
A pale hand immediately grasped her waist, holding her in his arms affectionately, and the boy's soft voice lingered in her ears.
"Sister, didn't I ask you to wait for me here? Why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time."
Mingyueyi was covered in blood from when Fenjing had just eaten his skin frantically, and he was almost drowning in the blood. Now he finally got a breath and was held in Puyuemin's arms again.
The rich, cold fragrance from his body made her even more dizzy.
"Why are you here?" Mingyueyi lifted her wet eyelashes and looked at the handsome young man in front of her.
He looked like he had just taken a shower, even his skin was clean and white.
Pu Yuemin buried his head in the crook of her neck and breathed for a long time before raising his face. His eyes were so dark they looked like a faint blood-red, like the incarnation of a demon in the eerie dungeon. The corners of his lips tilted upward as he spoke, "I couldn't find my sister when I came back. The vendor selling Yuanzi told me you were here, so I came here."
He didn't mention that he was almost eaten by the vendor, nor did he mention that his head was stepped on and exploded, or that he had just washed it and bled too much before it was put back on his chest, so he had to eat himself to replace his body. He only asked her for a reward.
"Sister, look, I found you."
The boy's clear tone was lingering, as if she had just been playing with him.
When Mingyueyi thought about how she was almost found by the formation while hiding in the monster skin, he suddenly appeared and hugged her tightly, thus preventing her from being sucked into the formation.
Now, just like before, she was almost suffocated by his embrace.
"Pu Yuemin, let me go first." Ming Yueyi grabbed his belt and pulled it back.
Pu Yuemin saw that her fair little face was as red as rotting due to suffocation, and she smiled slightly, and suddenly the strength of her arms loosened a little.
Mingyueyi didn't expect him to relax his strength, and pushed him down on the pile of silver-white monster skin.
She fell on top of him and rolled over on the soft, satiny demon skin. Soon his long hair covered her body, making it even more suffocating than before.
The young man raised his blushing face and whispered, "Sister, you are so proactive."
Their bodies were pressed tightly together. Mingyueyi saw a smile in his eyes and knew that he did it on purpose.
Ming Yueyi gave up struggling and just lay under him, looking at him: "What exactly do you want to do?"
Pu Yuemin's gaze fell on her eyes, and he twirled her earlobe with his fingertips. A smile cast a faint blush on his face, and he whispered, "I want to do something with you. If you agree, I'll tell you."
"Forget it, I don't really want to know." She chose to give up.
But he held down her shoulders as she tried to get up, lowered his head and bit her lips, "My ears have been eaten, I can't hear."
Ming Yueyi: “…”
He took advantage of her silence, smiled and pushed open her lips, the cold tip of his tongue seemed to pierce into the soft and flexible satin inside her mouth, intentionally or unintentionally teasing her to entangle with him.
Mingyueyi felt numb all over from his kiss and wanted to push him out, but he hooked her tongue and pulled it out, making it seem like she was violating him.
Especially when he held her tighter, he couldn't help but rub her towards the middle, swallowing with unusual force, as if he had encountered a happy event that made him extremely excited, and rubbed her inside to the extreme.
The boiling desire in his body blocked her, and she couldn't help being affected by it. She tilted her neck and hugged him, curling up on her knees, breathing unbearably. Wherever he touched, it itched like the teeth of ants.
The rings on her body jingled slightly, and the broken white jade beads on her waist were torn off, and the round and plump beads fell to the ground. The hidden tide of passion climbed up her half-relaxed and half-dressed white shoulders as their lips and tongues entangled.
"Pu, Pu Yuemin." She panted intermittently, half-squinting her eyes with tears in her eyes, watching him hold her slender ankle and put it to his lips, trying to stop him.
Pu Yuemin knelt in front of her with his eyes drooping. When he heard her voice, he leaned over and held her in his arms, as if he wanted to hear what she was saying, but accidentally put the horrifying thing in.
For a moment, he bit his lower lip and hummed muffledly. The corners of his eyes were wet and red, and a few drops of red tears flowed across his pale cheeks. His bloodless and cold skin slowly turned red with passion.
"Sister, what do you want to say...what do you want to say, ah." He hooked her legs and squeezed her legs hard as if he was trying desperately to hear what she was saying.
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