Leng Mushi found that she couldn't move at all, and Xiao Mian didn't know if she had made him stupid, as he didn't move either.
One foot of the stool was still slightly off the ground, and two people were standing on the foot that was touching the ground, barely maintaining their balance.
"Ah..." Leng Mushi's spiritual power suddenly entered her body. She couldn't move and couldn't even close her mouth, but at least her throat could still make an "ah" sound.
She urged Xiao Mian to move, but Xiao Mian seemed to be fixed in place by a spell. Not only did he not move for a long time, but Leng Mushi also watched as the piece of skin on his neck connecting to his ear turned visibly red.
He must have gone crazy because of anger, she thought.
Leng Mushi was prepared to be thrown off by Xiao Mian if he reacted. She couldn't look back, but based on her memory of the quick glance just now, she remembered that there was a railing behind her and a small flower bed under the railing.
In autumn, the flowers fade, leaving behind flower stems with a few dying leaves. The flower stems at this time of year are very hard, almost as hard as tree branches. If you fall into them, it won't kill her, but it will be painful.
God treated her so cruelly that Leng Mushi couldn't even close her eyes. Her eyes were sore and tears were flowing out.
But it didn't go as she expected. Xiao Mian didn't throw her off. After a while, he finally spoke, his voice low beside her ear: "Your spiritual power has entered your body and you can't move for a while. I have to tie up the spirit bag first to prevent the spiritual power from being lost. Then I will hold you and let you fall to the ground to prevent the horse stool from overturning."
Leng Mushi cried out “ah” twice, urging him to hurry up. Not only were she crying, but she was also drooling.
Xiao Mian said, "I'm sorry."
Then he pressed Leng Mushi's head completely into his shoulder socket, tilted his head to hold her head, and then raised his hand to tie the spirit-calling bag.
Leng Mushi's mouth was opened as she was pressed against the flesh of Xiao Mian's neck. The saliva that she was already unable to swallow flowed down the corners of her mouth.
Xiao Mian's head was pressed on the back of her neck, holding her head. In this intimate posture, Leng Mushi felt her saliva flowing from the corner of her mouth.
In the middle of the process, Xiao Mian changed his posture. Leng Mushi looked up briefly and saw her saliva flowing down Xiao Mian's neck and into his spotless and tidy collar.
Even though Leng Mushi had never had any shame, she couldn't help but blush.
She is just like a sex-hungry ghost who is drooling over others.
At this time, Fa Lu and Fen Lian also added fuel to the fire.
Fenlian: This is the first time I see a girl drooling over a man.
Rule: He will definitely be impressed by you this time.
Leng Mushi's eyes were filled with tears, and she thought to herself, I don't want to be left with such a deep impression, it's too embarrassing!
At this time, Xiao Mian had finally tied up the spirit-calling bag, and he jumped up with Leng Mushi in his arms. The two of them jumped down from the stool and stood under the corridor.
The horse stool clanged twice and stood firm, but Leng Mushi still leaned on Xiao Mian unable to move. But at least she could blink her eyes, so she didn't cry madly with red eyes.
Xiao Mian finally reached out and grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away.
However, this separation process made Leng Mushi so embarrassed that she would rather just die leaning on Xiao Mian.
Her saliva slowly stretched out into long silver threads as Xiao Mian pushed her to stand up.
Leng Mushi: …
Fenlian: You are so lustful.
The law said "hmm" in a very calm manner, but the meaning was unclear.
Xiao Mian looked down and saw Leng Mushi burning like a standing charcoal.
She looked at Xiao Mian's expression, trying to guard against him getting angry and attacking her.
But Xiao Mian was just slightly stunned, and then he used his slender fingertips to take out a pure white handkerchief from his robe sleeve.
Leng Mushi was now slowly regaining consciousness. She blinked her eyes rapidly and tried hard to close her mouth, but her saliva continued to flow even more.
Mother, save me!
Leng Mushi was really about to cry, but her tongue was still stiff and she couldn't speak.
She stood against the pillar under the corridor like a wooden figure. Xiao Mian stood less than an arm's length away from her. He held the handkerchief in his hand, tilted his head slightly, hooked his slightly wet collar with the fingertips of one hand, and wiped his neck with the other hand.
He wiped it very slowly, pushing the pure white handkerchief deeper into his collar little by little, and then slowly pulling it out.
While he was wiping, his dark eyes looked at Leng Mushi. Something was churning and suppressing in his eyes, which Leng Mushi could not see clearly. She automatically concluded that Xiao Mian was probably considering how to explain to his master after killing her.
She felt so guilty that she didn't dare to look Xiao Mian in the eye, mainly because she was ashamed, and the feeling that she had no control over herself was really scary.
After Xiao Mian wiped his neck, he folded the handkerchief with his hands with smooth and beautiful knuckles, and then used it directly to wipe Leng Mushi's drooling mouth.
Leng Mushi: ... Although the blood on Xiao Mian's neck... was also from her, why not change it!
Leng Mushi stared with her eyes wide open and hinted wildly, but Xiao Mian had already pressed the handkerchief that he had just used to wipe his neck to the corner of her mouth. That was not enough, Xiao Mian also stretched out a finger, supported her jaw, and manually closed her jaw.
The corners of Leng Mushi's mouth were wiped clean, and Xiao Mian folded the handkerchief again and stuffed it into his arms.
Leng Mushi's face turned red with embarrassment: This male protagonist has a problem with his brain!
Fenlian: Ah, I want this immortal! He is so gentle!
Leng Mushi was speechless, but this was definitely not possible. The law completely shattered Fen Lian's fantasy: Don't dream, in time he will be able to crush you with his bare hands.
Fen Lian was still making “ahhh” sounds, and Leng Mushi’s mind was like a pot of boiling paste. Xiao Mian started to say something, but she just watched his lips move, but she didn’t understand…
"Ah?" Her tongue finally worked a little better and she uttered a puzzled syllable.
Xiao Mian repeated again with good temper: "There is another soul-guiding bag that needs your support. I'll help you up and you just hold on for me."
Leng Mushi heard this and babbled a lot of words. She herself couldn't tell what they were, but what she said was - are you a human being? I'm in this state and you still want me to help you. Go find your sister Tianyin! Are you taking revenge for personal gain
Xiao Mian didn't understand and didn't know how to read her expression. He moved Leng Mushi and the stool to the next soul-summoning bag, then carried Leng Mushi onto the stool, stood behind her and half-encircled her, and manipulated her arms like a puppet, making her grab the opening of the soul-summoning bag.
Leng Mushi: ... This grandson is definitely seeking revenge for personal gain!
She was holding her arms up passively, which made them so sore, but she couldn't put them down. Xiao Mian adjusted her posture, leaped lightly, and stood in front of her, and began to draw talismans with a serious expression.
He really looked too serious. Leng Mushi was originally glaring at him and scolding him with her eyes, but as she watched, she gradually became a little unsure in her heart. Could it be that he was not deliberately tormenting her
Probably not, the rule says that the hero is a very kind-hearted person.
But her hands were so sore. Leng Mushi gradually regained consciousness. She could make expressions on her face, her tongue was under control, and the senses of her limbs returned. But she still couldn't let go because Xiao Mian was summoning spirits.
After a long while, Xiao Mian's spiritual power was intermittent, and Leng Mushi couldn't help but ask with a big tongue: "What's wrong, Fei Si? This bag is so slow?"
Xiao Mian raised his eyelids and looked at her without answering. He had drawn the spirit-summoning talisman incorrectly several times. If his fellow brothers saw this, their jaws would drop to the bottom of their feet. He had memorized this talisman by heart on the second day of his initiation.
Of course, Leng Mushi definitely couldn't notice anything unusual because she didn't understand any magic yet.
After finally getting it done, Leng Mushi put down her arms and swung them wildly, hissing in pain. Xiao Mian landed steadily on the ground, holding the stool in one hand and going with her to return it to the shopkeeper.
He walked in front on the road and Leng Mushi followed behind. After the extremely embarrassing feeling passed, Leng Mushi no longer cared.
She even had the mood to discuss with the law in a low voice, covering her mouth, "He must be annoying me to death, this is also my success, right?"
The law pondered for a moment and said: Ah, judging from his appearance, you basically succeeded.
Successfully captured his full attention.
Fenlian is still chirping: I don’t understand what you are saying, you have a little secret, why can’t you give me this fresh and juicy fairy!
Leng Mushi and the law were not something he could explain to Fen Lian, so he had to take a few steps back and said quickly, "Of course I can't give it to you. He's a heartless man. I've already put a curse on him. Have you lost your memory? Besides, he's not good in that aspect."
Fenlian: Ah? Silver-plated spear head
Leng Mushi: "Yes, I have tried, so don't worry about it." This is her sister's man.
Leng Mushi pinched Fenlian's vital point and said that Xiao Mian was not good in that aspect. Fenlian was speechless immediately.
The law spoke coldly: Haha.
Leng Mushi managed to calm these two troublesome guys down, and the incompetent Immortal King in front spoke again.
Xiao Mian slowed down his pace and asked casually, "You asked Elder Qu Yang last night if he had a Taoist partner. Were you serious? Do you want to find a Taoist partner with a high level of cultivation?"
Xiao Mian stood still and looked at her, his face solemn, and spoke with a sense of instruction: "But there is no shortcut in the path of cultivating immortals. If you go astray, you may become a furnace for others, your spiritual roots will be hollowed out bit by bit, your cultivation will not improve at all, and even your soul will..."
Leng Mushi said "Hmm?" and then quickly waved her hand to interrupt him: "Alright, alright, I get it, I didn't mean that, I was just curious and asked casually."
Of course she knew that there was no shortcut to becoming an immortal, but she also knew that finding a Taoist partner with a high level of cultivation was not as scary as he said. Would a Taoist partner with a high level of cultivation be interested in her messy spiritual roots
The male protagonist's vigilance and victim complex are indeed serious.
Xiao Mian listened to her saying that it was just a casual question, and his white fingertips gripping the bench slightly relaxed, and whispered: "Don't joke like this with others in the future. Fortunately, the Immortal Master Jiuyang Jiyue Qingfeng didn't bother with you, otherwise he would have injured your inner palace in anger, and you would never be able to enter the Immortal Gate again."
Leng Mushi: …
"You..." Xiao Mian was about to say something, but when he met Leng Mushi's indescribable expression, he closed his mouth and swallowed the rest of the words he wanted to say to scare her.
Then he straightened his chest slightly, walked quickly ahead, and returned the bench to the store owner when he entered the lobby.
Leng Mushi was confused behind him and wanted to ask about the rules. Could it be that the male protagonist had some hidden hobby of preaching
The group finished their meal and continued on their way. On the way, Leng Mushi continued to chat with Yi Tu, talking about the matter of being unable to move due to spiritual power entering the body. Yi Tu was surprised and asked, "Junior brother, how could you fail?"
Yi Tu said: "This is really rare. He joined the sect the latest, but he has always been the most stable among our fellow disciples in drawing talismans. He can draw any delicate and detailed talisman formations. Otherwise, Master wouldn't always use this as an excuse to scold us."
Leng Mushi laughed out loud, thinking that the male and female protagonists were such a perfect match. They were so similar that even when they were being used as teaching materials and scolded, they were like soul mates.
She quietly rolled her eyes and changed the subject, because if she continued talking about it, it would be like the embarrassing incident of her drooling all over Xiao Mian's clothes.
As it was getting dark, the group finally arrived at the Disciple Court at the foot of Mount Taichu. This was a temporary resting place for the disciples of Mount Taichu who were unable to make it up the mountain in time for the formation to close, or who had unfinished business down the mountain.
The Taichu Gate's formation is naturally closed at sunset every day, and no one is allowed to enter or leave after sunset to prevent evil spirits from sneaking in.
They arrived at an unfortunate time, as the Taichu Gate's formation was about to close. The formation was closing and they could not pass through, so they had to stay in the disciple courtyard tonight.
Leng Mushi and Leng Tianyin got off the car. The people from the Disciple Academy accommodated them. It was sunset and the formation was slowly closing.
Against the backdrop of red clouds, red-gold talismans wandered in the air around the steep mountains that towered into the clouds, like a series of dragons circling upwards, magnificent and majestic.
This is the Immortal Gate. Leng Mushi looked up, and hope rose in her heart. She would practice in this mountain in the future. She would have a new life and a new future...
And every time she looked forward to a bright future, reality would give her a heartless slap in the face to wake her up.
The rule stone is getting hot, which means there is a plot that requires her to participate.
Xiao Mian, this naughty guy, can’t he just behave himself for a while!
Could it be that Leng Tianyin is starting to act up again so soon
Didn’t she say she was exhausted after sitting in the carriage all day and wanted to go to bed early
She walked against the gorgeous sunset to look for Xiao Mian, but before she could even leave the courtyard, she saw a beautiful female cultivator in disciple uniform standing in front of Xiao Mian with a smile on her face, handing him a food box. It was not Leng Tianyin at all.
Leng Mushi was forced to follow the plot and remembered that the rule had told her that when they arrived at Taichu Gate, the male protagonist would be surrounded by many beautiful women who would come one after another and she would need her help to get rid of them.
They haven't even entered Taichu Gate yet, but the male lead is already impatiently attracting bees and butterflies. Can't he let her have a good rest for a night before being coquettish? She must be tired after a day's journey!
Leng Mushi walked towards that direction while tearing off the headscarf on his face, revealing his scar, intending to scare the female cultivator away.
As she got closer, she heard a conversation between the two men.
"Senior Brother Xiao, this is the meat of the Chenhuo Beast," the female cultivator looked very shy. When she came closer, she saw that she had a baby face, very cute.
She looked at Xiao Mian shyly, her fingers almost twisting the handle of the food box into a doughnut: "Brother Xiao, this is the dried meat I made by myself, please accept it. Last time you saved me in the Qingyang Secret Realm, I have never known how to repay you..."
"I think you want to repay me with your body." Leng Mushi is very familiar with the role of the vicious female supporting role. Her attitude is wanton and her tone is sarcastic. She has fully grasped the essence of the hateful words in the storybooks.
She suddenly interrupted, stood beside Xiao Mian, and hugged one of his arms with an attitude that said "this is mine", leaned her head on his arm in a servile manner, and rubbed it, and said, "If you want to pledge yourself to me, you have to wait in line first."