Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Snake Tears Mist
It felt like something was licking his chest, and the sticky illusion made Mingyueyi startled. Then he came to his senses and pushed away the young man who was fascinated by the shaking on his body, gasping for breath.
Pu Yuemin fell defenselessly on the ice bed, his eyes blurred.
Ming Yueyi turned over and went down, leaving behind a sentence "I will help you detoxify". He was too hurried to stay any longer, and without looking back, he pushed the window open and almost escaped.
Because she was walking in a hurry, she didn't see the young man behind her lift up his eyelids with red marks, and look at her running out in a panic through the tears of excitement. The corner of his lips still had the same kind smile as usual, only a scarlet forked tongue protruded from the crimson lips.
Licked it.
Senior sister has such a sweet heart.
He squinted his eyes greedily, savoring the taste of licking his heart.
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The moon's shadow danced through the gaps between the leaves and fell onto the clear puddle on the ground. Someone stepped on it and instantly splashed onto the stone slab, wetting a dark pool as if the throat had been deeply swallowed by cold mucus.
Ming Yueyi covered his neck and ran back to the cave with weak hands and feet. As soon as he entered the yard, he went straight to the water tank, scooped up a spoonful of cold water and swallowed it, trying to dispel the feeling of his throat being licked.
After drinking a few sips of water, Mingyueyi fell to the ground exhausted, leaning his head against the water tank, panting softly with his red eyes drooping.
At this moment, she should have wondered why Pu Yuemin suddenly did something offensive beyond the boundaries between men and women, but her mind was filled with other inappropriate and even strange exclamations.
Pu Yuemin’s tongue is really long.
Soon, this line of thought expanded to, how did he grow such a long tongue? He didn't need to lick anything.
Ming Yueyi's thoughts were in a mess in the dark and chaotic night. She barely suppressed the urge to think, stood up with her hands on the water tank, and went to the bathroom with weak steps.
After carefully washing off the remaining scent on her body, she went to the dark room in the basement again.
The fire in the furnace was still burning, but a black iron chain was missing.
Previously, the furnace was tempering two rods, one was used to carry out the original plot of imprisoning Pu Yuemin, and the other was used to tie up He Wujiu. Now there is only one left.
Ming Yueyi looked at the semi-finished product in his hand that had been taken out before it was fully refined. It would be useless even if he put it back in to refine it.
"Daojun." Shang'er crawled out weakly from the mustard seed bag and pressed against her cheek.
Mingyueyi lowered his eyes and touched her paper body.
Shang'er opened her eyes, rubbed her fingers and said, "Daojun, I may have to sleep for a while these days, so I can't help you." After she finished speaking, she curled up into a ball and fell into her palm.
Mingyueyi stuck her on agate and placed her in a mustard seed bag.
Ever since the day of the thunder, Shang'er seemed to have suffered a serious injury and was sleeping all day long.
Shang'er should have belonged to the male protagonist, but now she was in her hands, so Tiandao discovered her thoughts and wanted to put the plot back on track again.
Ming Yueyi calmed down and threw the iron chain into the furnace to add more heat to the only remaining black iron chain.
The flames were so big that they looked blue. She looked at the fire inside, her eyes reflecting the firelight.
She's not allowed to mess with the plot, right?
Then she will follow the plot carefully and completely mess it up at the last moment.
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Because of what happened last night, Mingyueyi couldn't sleep all night. After meditating all night, he got up and went back to his room.
As expected, the room was still the same as before. Something had crawled through it, leaving many traces, especially on the bed where she was resting. One could vaguely see that thing rolling around happily on it like a newly formed monster.
The little elf was sitting on the windowsill eating melon seeds. When he saw her come in, he flew over with a wronged look and sat on her shoulder.
Mingyueyi stroked their foreheads and understood what they meant.
Ever since she discovered something was coming every night, she had placed little goblins as eyes to stop the thing when necessary.
But they told her that she fell asleep last night and when she woke up again, it looked like this inside.
Mingyueyi was not annoyed. He let them go out to bask in the sun and turned to look at the traces inside.
The amount was larger than before, as if something was vomited out due to excessive excitement.
Fortunately, from the first day, she had already asked Fu Xiufeng's senior sister for the cleansing talisman.
After Ming Yueyi cleaned up the room, he lit some snake-repellent and insect-repellent incense on the long and short tables, then went out and posted a few talismans outside the cave to prevent that creature from coming back.
I have been away from the sect for a few days, and what happened on the Cliff of Regret has spread everywhere.
Mingyueyi carried an old sword and went to Chongritai to practice.
On the way, she heard some fellow apprentices discussing this matter, so she stopped, turned around, sat on a stone bench and chatted with them.
"Sister, you don't know, a big thing happened during your retreat these few days." Seeing that she still didn't know, the fellow disciple told her excitedly.
"A powerful being descended upon my Qingyun Sect's Cliff of Regret to endure a tribulation. Five or six hundred thunderbolts struck with such force that the sky changed color and the spiritual energy trembled. I even thought the sky was breaking apart."
Whoever had come up with the rumor about five or six hundred thunderbolts, and who even mistook the breakthrough at the Cliff of Regret for a great tribulation? Ming Yueyi, wiping his half-man-high old sword, curiously asked, "Who said there were five or six hundred thunderbolts?"
It was rumored that a thousand years ago, the ancestor of the Qingyun Sect, the only cultivator named Fenjing who broke through the fifth level and ascended to become a saint, had only experienced more than 600 heavenly thunders when he ascended. Now their rumors seemed a bit exaggerated.
The fellow disciple said calmly, "I counted them, both zero and whole, exactly 560."
Ming Yueyi wiped the last bit of rust off the end of the sword and said sincerely, "Junior brother must really love practicing swordsmanship. He spends all his time on practicing swordsmanship."
The fellow disciple blushed at the praise and stammered, "It's not that I love sword training, I just always wanted to be as powerful as my sister."
Ming Yueyi shook his head helplessly and asked him, "Such a major anomaly, have the sect leader and the others gone to see it?"
"Of course." The fellow disciple nodded. "Not only did the sect master get alarmed, but even the twelve elders from the four peaks came out of seclusion. That day, they all flew to the Cliff of Regret to see who was undergoing the tribulation there."
Ming Yueyi was curious: "Did you find it?"
The fellow disciple shook his head regretfully: "We didn't find it. When we went there, the Cliff of Regret was in ruins, with not a single sign of life."
At that time, the sect leader and his men couldn't find anyone, and seeing that the snow prison on the Cliff of Regret was damaged, they sent several disciples to repair it. He was one of them, so he knew more than ordinary people.
The twelve elders from the four peaks were all on the verge of ascending to heaven, but they went out together and still couldn't find anyone. The news was almost spreading outside that someone had transcended the tribulation and ascended to the upper realm.
Mingyueyi lowered his head thoughtfully and looked at the sword in his arms.
Although I don't know why her remaining breath was not detected, it's still a good thing.
Having found out what he wanted, Mingyueyi stood up, twisted the sharp old sword into a beautiful sword flower at his fingertips, and then put the sword back on his back.
When her fellow disciple saw her getting up, he reluctantly asked, "Are you leaving, Senior Sister?"
Ming Yueyi: "Well, go practice sword."
Everyone at Fenjing Peak knew that Senior Sister had saved Senior Brother while he was out training, and now that her cultivation had regressed, she had been practicing day and night and rarely came out.
The junior fellow looked at the thin body of the woman, carrying a long sword half a person's height on her back, and sighed inwardly, "Senior sister is really a sword fanatic."
Previously, when dodging the heavenly thunder, Mingyueyi suddenly learned a set of sword techniques.
Today she found a quiet place and performed every sword move according to her memory.
The old sword left a deep afterimage of lightning through the wall, and its dangerous aggression was visible to the naked eye.
It is more tricky and advanced than the previous sword technique.
Ming Yueyi looked at the marks on the wall, and saw that it was already very late, so he put away his sword and turned back.
On her way back to the cave, she just came down from Chongri Terrace and accidentally saw the cold back of a young man standing in the wind pavilion not far away.
When Mingyueyi saw Pu Yuemin, he thought of what happened last night and turned around to go down from the other side.
"Senior Sister."
Before I took a few steps, I heard the young man's elegant voice calling from behind.
Mingyueyi stopped and turned around, looking at the young man walking up the stairs.
The young man's robe dragged along two shining white stairs as he walked upwards. His long black hair was tied behind him with a rouge headband, giving him a cool and charming look.
Only in the world of cultivating immortals would his hair not get dirty. If he were an ordinary person, his hair would still be dirty even if he washed it hundreds of times a day.
Mingyueyi saw that he was dressed as brightly and beautifully as usual, and for some reason she thought of the mucus that had appeared in the room for two consecutive days.
If he was really a snake demon, the fine, spider-web-like mucus would look very much like his gaze.
When the young man almost came closer, Ming Yueyi looked at him with eyes curved like crescent moons, and spoke in a natural tone as if nothing happened last night: "Why are you here, Junior Brother?"
Pu Yuemin stopped two steps away from her and responded gently, "I heard that Senior Sister was practicing swordsmanship at Chongri Terrace, so I came here specifically to look for her."
Looking for her?
Mingyueyi thought about last night again.
And his next sentence did mention last night.
"Senior Sister, I'm here to tell you what happened last night..." He lowered his long eyebrows and thick eyelashes, which were like a painting, and trembled for a few moments, as if he had something to hide.
Ming Yueyi now feels unnatural when he recalls the boy's unruly behavior yesterday, not to mention the junior brother who is being hailed as the most beautiful girl in the world.
Considering the young man's face, Ming Yueyi shook his head considerately: "Nothing happened last night, I have forgotten it. But as for the snow lotus, I need to wait for my senior brother to come back before I can ask him for it."
After she said this, the young man did not show any sign of relaxation. Instead, he looked up at her with his inhumanly dark eyes and said, "Senior Sister, there is no need to go find Senior Brother."
Mingyue Yi was slightly startled, puzzled by his obvious rejection: "Why?"
If the fox demon poison continued to accumulate in his body for a long time and turned into a disease, he would sooner or later become addicted. And with his furnace-cauldron physique, he might die and become a living vessel for others to practice cultivation. So she really couldn't understand why he would refuse.
Pu Yuemin's gaze fell on her half-raised face as she stood on the steps, a hazy, unseen obsession in his eyes: "Senior Sister, I need your help."
The fox demon's poisonous blood exists because of her, so it should also be cured because of her.
She helped him...
Mingyueyi thought of the look on the boy's face when he knelt in front of her and sucked her fingers last night, and her fingertips trembled for no reason.
She naturally wouldn't think that when he said he wanted her help, he meant that he wanted her to look for Xuelian somewhere else.
What he meant was that he wanted to practice dual cultivation with her to detoxify her.
Ming Yueyi frowned as she looked at the young man in front of her who was as gentle as the breeze and bright as the moon. She was puzzled by his obsession with dual cultivation.
Practicing dual cultivation with a cultivator will not improve his cultivation. Instead, his cultivation will be absorbed by the cultivator and he will become a tool for others. No matter how you look at it, it will only do harm to him.
Ming Yueyi refused him: "I'm sorry, Junior Brother, I don't have any plans to practice dual cultivation with anyone other than my Taoist partner."
Although it was common in the world of immortal cultivation for people to practice dual cultivation to improve their cultivation as long as they were attracted to each other, she did not want to do so.
Pu Yuemin was used to her rejection and looked calm. He asked in a gentle voice, as if drinking cold water, "Then, Senior Sister, can we become a Taoist partner?"
Mingyue glared at his face, the one that attracted so many people. She wondered why he was so insistent on becoming a Taoist couple with her, so she politely declined again, "I have no plans to form a pact with anyone for the time being."
The last syllable suddenly froze after it came out, as if she had had a similar conversation with Pu Yuemin.
Until the young man's next words rang out: "Since Senior Sister is not interested for the time being, I can wait."
When Mingyueyi heard this, his high emotions subsided.
Just now she almost thought that Pu Yuemin's next sentence would be "Is it okay if he is not a human?"
"No need to wait." She said truthfully, "I will only form a bond with my eldest brother in my lifetime."
She would not form a pact with others, but only with He Wujiu, and would become a soul under the sword a few days before the pact was formed. This was how it was in her first life.
Perhaps because it was her first death, she remembered the day of her death particularly clearly.
It was snowing that day. The sword that was thrust into her chest made her bones tremble with cold. Thick snow hung on her eyelashes. The mist that came out of her mouth when she spoke seemed like her last hope of life.
That memory lingered in Mingyueyi's heart. She didn't want to think about it anymore. After she finished speaking to him, she turned around and left, carrying the broad sword on her back.
Pu Yuemin stood there, staring at her back. A gloom fell on his elegant and kind face. His long hair draped behind him fluttered in the wind, spreading out like black snakes spitting out their tongues.
Senior sister said she wanted to form a pact with senior brother, but what about him? Would he hide under their bed and watch her for the rest of his life?
Jealousy darkened his beautiful face.
The snakes in the forest were suddenly oppressed by an unknown force and began to run around in panic.
One or two little snakes had just hatched from their eggs and rolled to the ground at Mingyueyi's feet, almost being stepped on.
She moved the tip of her boot away and lowered her eyes to look at the small black thing at her feet. She wanted to step over it indifferently, but turned around in the end.
The creatures of Qingyun Sect are raised by spiritual energy and generally become monsters. They are not like those wild monsters outside who have bad habits and take pleasure in harming and eating humans.
She squatted beside the little snakes, picked them up with her broadsword, and put them back into the snake nest.
"I hope that when you grow up you won't get close to people casually, and you won't become a demon that harms people." After Ming Yueyi said this to them, he continued to go back with his sword on his back.
When she left, the restless snakes in the forest were instantly calmed down and became extremely well-behaved and obedient.
Mingyueyi returned to the cave and checked every corner first.
Maybe the powder I sprinkled before going out was effective, as there were no traces of snakes this time.
Mingyueyi then ground seaweed and snake-repelling grass into fragrant powder and sprinkled it in the corners again, this time even covering the roof.
At night she thought she could finally sleep well, but soon after she closed her eyes, the familiar feeling came back.
Her body seemed to be entangled by a cold and slippery cold-blooded python. A pair of gloomy and thick eyes seemed to be glued to her skin, vaguely dissatisfied with the fact that she had sprinkled so much perfume in the room.
The snake licked her from head to tail, crawling around her, breathing heavily, as if whispering human words in her ear, so slowly and perversely.
"Don't go find him, I'll kill him."
It feels so wet.
Mingyueyi felt uncomfortable all over from the greasy feeling rubbing against her shoulders and neck. She tried hard to open her eyes, but the more she struggled, the deeper she fell into sleep.
In the darkness, the young man murmured drunkenly with murderous intent.
"Senior Sister...you can only be mine. I will kill him."
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