Chapter 94. As if sincerely kissing her god.
Ban Kou kept her distance, as if Ling Shu were a monstrous flood. To avoid being beaten up again, she glanced at Li Chang, memorized her appearance, and never dared to come to Zimu Mountain again.
Li Chang happily hugged Ling Shu's arm: "Cousin, you're so good to me."
Ling Shu coldly said, "Let go."
Li Chang said coquettishly, "I haven't seen you in so long. Can't I even get close to you? You're so mean."
Ling Shu sensed a chilling murderous aura emanating from Zhuang Jinfu's direction behind her. Her back tightened, and she kindly advised Li Chang, "You'd better stay away from me; it's better for you."
Li Chang didn't know why keeping her distance from her cousin was for her own good, but she still listened to her cousin and said with a wronged expression, "Okay."
The next moment, upon seeing the person in the distance, she immediately abandoned this matter and happily shouted, "Immortal Venerable!" Li Chang waved to her, and Zhuang Jinfu nodded without any other expression. Ling Shu breathed a sigh of relief and asked Li Chang if the dragon had sneaked out. Li Chang said yes.
The dragon Ban Kou sneaks out every six months, and the sea god of the underworld has to search for her everywhere. The dragon also recognizes its master, but it can't stand the gloom of the underworld and wants to go to the mortal world to breathe fresh air. The dragon is incorrigible and hates people when it sees them, but it has no record of harming people in the past three years, so it can be said that it is gradually becoming a good dragon on the right path.
Li Chang asked them what they were doing there. Ling Shu explained their purpose, and Li Chang said, "We've come to see my aunt. She's not home; she's gone out traveling. She's been in a bad mood ever since she divorced your mother."
They actually got divorced. The last time Wang Lifu came to see her, was it to get a divorce?
"When will she be back?"
"It will take at least three days. Let me take you to Lijiazhuang first, so you can stay there for now."
Ling Shu agreed. Li Chang wanted to wait for the Sea God of the Underworld to take Ban Kou away, so she sent a message to the Li family to prepare for their reception. Ling Shu and her party then drove into the city.
Lijiazhuang.
The three settled down. They heard from Li Chang's confidant that Li Chang often secretly went home. Because of her status, Li Chang did not live at home. Otherwise, if the people of Zimu Mountain knew that Li Chang was in Lijiazhuang, they would have burned incense here. Li Chang did not want her home to become a temple.
In the evening, I received a reply from Li Qiaoyan. She was already on her way back. In the letter, she mentioned that she knew the Immortal Venerable liked hot springs, and that the hot springs in the back mountain were available for use. She said that the hot springs in this place had therapeutic effects and could help the Immortal Venerable cultivate.
After dinner, Zhuang Jinfu rested for two hours before leaving.
A misty haze drifts like smoke, clear water flows slowly, and bamboo shadows cast a serene glow.
Zhuang Jinfu sat in the hot spring to cultivate himself.
Since Ling Shu returned, his mind has become much calmer. He had tried to meditate and cultivate many times before, but all of them ended in failure. He couldn't even do the most basic thing, guiding the Qi into his body.
She calmed her mind and gathered spiritual energy. The flowing spiritual energy surrounded her and was drawn into her body, passing through the Ren and Du meridians and flowing into her dantian. The dantian gradually felt warm, and the flow of energy into her body was smooth.
She then silently recited the mental cultivation method and began practicing again, little by little. Ling Shu had returned, and once they found Wang Lifu, they could establish a new sect together. There would be no obstacles between them then. Zhuang Jinfu felt at ease, her mind focused on cultivation, and her progress was not fast, but there was still a long time ahead, and she could take it slowly.
Perhaps it was the warmth of the hot spring, but she felt very warm while meditating, and her cold hands and feet gradually warmed up in the warmth.
Zhuang Jinfu meditated for an hour, and as her cultivation was nearing its end, she came to her senses and realized that Ling Shu was kneeling on the ground behind her, her back straight, her hands on her lap, waiting for her respectfully.
It turned out that the warmth just now came from Ling Shu. She brought over a tray with two cups, a pot of tea, and a bouquet of flowers on it.
"Has Master finished his meditation today?"
Compared to the past, Ling Shu now treats her more like a disciple treats his master, maintaining respect and propriety, truly loving and cherishing her as a deity.
"Yes, it's over."
"Soaking in the hot spring for too long can easily lead to dehydration. Master, please have some tea."
"Um."
Ling Shu had already poured a cup and offered it with both hands. Her cool hands couldn't take the tea, so she grasped the girl's delicate hand instead. With no other thoughts in her eyes, Ling Shu asked in confusion, "Is there anything else you need, Master?"
"You really don't understand?"
Ling Shu's eyes flickered slightly, and she smiled, "Master, please have some tea."
Zhuang Jinfu's attempt to befriend her was rejected, and he lost face. He took the teacup, drank from it, and immediately turned away to avoid her.
The person beside him stretched out his white and shapely legs, stepped into the water, and then submerged himself.
Zhuang Jinfu turned around, preparing to leave.
Suddenly, her waist was wrapped around his, and a soft body pressed against her back. Their clothes were soaked in the water and clung to each other, making it almost as if there was nothing between them. That proud place made her blood rush.
A sweet and alluring voice fell into Zhuang Jinfu's ear: "Master, would you like me to help you—cultivate?"
"Just like you helped me back then."
Zhuang Jinfu grasped her hand and turned his head back: "Okay."
The girl's soft lips pressed against hers, slowly and gently kissing her. Her teeth were open, and Ling Shu's tongue gently probed in. Sensing her lack of resistance, it deftly slipped in and intertwined with her tongue. The kiss deepened and intensified until Zhuang Jinfu was breathing heavily. Ling Shu still hadn't let go of her, her arms around her as if locking her in front of her, not allowing her to leave even an inch.
Zhuang Jinfu was almost out of breath, so he grabbed Ling Shu's arm to help her control herself and let go of her.
He released his arms from her waist, but his tongue was still being sucked, making her blush with embarrassment.
When Ling Shu released his grip, Zhuang Jinfu gasped for breath. The fox cub had grown up and become quite capable.
Zhuang Jinfu turned around, about to settle the score, when she felt something was wrong. Why was the hot spring water flowing directly onto her skin? Looking down, she saw that the drawstring of her clothes had been undone at some point. Now, relying on the stickiness of the wet clothes, they were hanging on her body, covering the sides of her chest. There was a gap in the middle, revealing half of her undergarment. The wet undergarment was so thin and transparent that the curves of her body could be seen.
Zhuang Jinfu was annoyed by her mischief one moment and blamed herself for being too shy the next. She pondered to herself that they were already lovers, so what she did was acceptable. Torn between these two thoughts, she finally blushed, her eyes darted away, and she grabbed her clothes herself. She couldn't blame her.
The sound of water was faint. Ling Shu walked over and took her hand, which was clutching her clothes, unsure of what to do. Zhuang Jinfu stopped what she was doing. Ling Shu pulled her hand away and placed her palm on her rounded shoulder, gently removing her wet clothes.
Ling Shu placed it on the tray, then went a step further and reached out to take the bunch of flowers on the tray.
A bouquet of flowers made of double-petaled pink roses and white jasmine.
"I picked these especially for Master. Do you like them?"
Zhuang Jinfu's heart pounded wildly. She shyly accepted the flower and said, "I like it."
Suddenly, Ling Shu lifted her ashore and sat her on the bank. Ling Shu didn't go up to her, and Zhuang Jinfu looked down at her, unsurprisingly seeing the obvious desire in her eyes.
Ling Shu lowered his head, hugged her legs with both hands, and placed a precious kiss on her knees.
"Master, please sit down."
Zhuang Jinfu was a little scared. Ling Shu came closer and noticed her trembling body. She rested her head on Zhuang Jinfu's knee to divert her attention and said with a charming smile, "Master's hair often smells of jasmine. Does Master like jasmine?"
Zhuang Jinfu relaxed a little and replied gently, "Yes, I like it."
Ling Shu leaned closer to her and took out a white jasmine. The petals of the white jasmine were exceptionally delicate, and could easily be injured if touched carelessly. Ling Shu had made many preparations before picking it, such as choosing a good pair of scissors and trimming and rounding her nails to avoid damaging the petals when picking and arranging the flowers. Damaged petals are not good.
Ling Shu's fingertips brushed along the outer edge of the petals. With just a little pressure, she could press down the tender petals. She knew when to stop and let the petals glide by.
Ling Shu looked at Zhuang Jinfu and said gently, "The jasmine flower is small, but its fragrance is wonderful. I think this flower is very much like Master. Master is so small in the Shangqing Realm, but he has great power and saved the natural disaster. His merits are immeasurable."
“I…” Zhuang Jinfu grasped her hand. Ling Shu deliberately touched the flower, the meaning of which was all too clear. She said nervously, “I haven’t done well enough.”
Ling Shu grasped her hand in return, looking at her with admiration: "Master has done enough. In my heart, you are the most noble and pure, as flawless as a pure white jasmine flower."
Having said that.
Ling Shu lowered her head and kissed the jasmine flower.
Like a sincere kiss to her god.
“Shu’er…” Zhuang Jinfu hadn’t expected her to revere her to such an extent, and her eyes welled up with tears. “You are also a fairy from the heavens, equal to me. You don’t need to lower yourself and admire me so much.”
Zhuang Jinfu pinched her ear as if seeking support, afraid that she would become addicted to the love she gave. She tried her best to suppress her emotions and be careful. However, in the three hundred years since her ascension, she had never met such a person who gave her such feelings. Feeling defeated, she slid down the hot spring shore.
She slid down, causing ripples in the hot spring, and Ling Shu quickly caught her.
The jasmine branch was affected and trembled violently a few times, getting wet with water droplets. A lot of water accumulated at the stamen. Ling Shu treated this flower as if it were a celestial being herself, wiping away the water droplets from the petals and carefully placing it on a tray.
Ling Shu then chuckled and asked her, "So, do you like it when I treat you like this?"
Zhuang Jinfu's ears and cheeks turned bright red, and she answered shyly, "I like it..." She was still holding the flowers that Ling Shu had given her. The bouquet wasn't too small, and it was squeezed between the two of them, with the petals of the pink roses just touching Ling Shu's lips.
It was pink and glossy, with a hint of jasmine fragrance. It was a little wet when I caught it, and it was still glistening with moisture.
I really want to... give him a kiss.
Zhuang Jinfu looked up, slowly pressed her lips against it, touched it briefly, and then separated. Thinking of how meticulously she had treated that jasmine, wiping it with water and carefully placing it, her heart rippled with happiness, like waves of warm spring water.
With flowers still in her arms, Zhuang Jinfu blushed and pulled Ling Shu's hand to the flowers, whispering, "The flowers here are wet too."
She wanted to see Ling Shu's devout treatment of flowers again; she was a refined person and loved it when Ling Shu used objects to symbolize people.
Ling Shu wiped away the water droplets, but water is a liquid that can seep into any crack, and it's impossible to wipe it completely clean without magic. She said to Zhuang Jinfu, "The water has flowed inside. Let's put the flowers aside first, so they don't get wet again. It wouldn't be good if they got ruined."
After saying that, he returned her kiss, but it was a restrained, brief kiss.
Zhuang Jinfu nodded, intending to place it on the tray, but then withdrew his hand, cherishing the bouquet: "Let's put it in the room."
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