“Did I behave badly?”
"I just took the medicine. Do you have a bad smell in your mouth?"
"It's over. It seems I bit my master."
Cen Qianshan didn't know why he was still thinking about these messy things at this time.
The strong impact on his senses made everything he did become clumsy.
He had almost forgotten how to breathe, and he didn't even know where to put his hands. It felt like an electric current was running through his skin all the time, almost wearing out his will.
Although he was a man who had lived for more than a hundred years, his experience in this area was pitifully small.
Perhaps, he had also secretly looked at those vivid and colorful paintings in the dead of night. But no one had ever told him that just the first kiss could bring such an annihilating pleasure.
He instinctively wanted to escape from this deadly vortex, but the person in front of him reached out and grabbed his hair, preventing him from escaping.
Something soft and wet parted his lips and invaded his world, easily seducing all his long-suppressed desires and igniting his whole being.
At that moment, Cen Qianshan completely sank and fell into an abyss from which there was no escape.
The noisy sounds around me disappeared, and all the extra thoughts were hard to recall. All that was left in my ears was the clear breathing that rose and fell like the tide, and the throbbing heartbeat that continued like a drum.
It was unknown how long this lingering kiss lasted before the two finally separated, each with their heads leaning against each other, panting with blushing faces.
Xiaoshan was almost as green as a blank sheet of paper, but Mu Xue had to admit that he was particularly charming.
The slightly swollen lips and the misty and lifeless eyes of the man in front of her pleased her to the greatest extent.
He sat in the shadow of the broken wall, his open robe draped over his shoulders, his wounded body just smeared with medicine, the flickering light of the campfire flickered,
The tight skin seemed to be covered with temptation in the firelight. The rolling Adam's apple, the deep collarbone, and all the charming shadows and smooth lines were hidden in the reverie darkness.
Mu Xue blinked and suddenly realized that she had been distracted by staring at his body.
Only then did she remember that she should be shy and stepped back to create some distance.
The man sitting against the wall suddenly reached out and pulled her back into his arms. He was seriously injured in the abdomen, and Mu Xue's sudden rush in made him frown.
But he refused to let go. Instead, he stretched out his other arm and pressed Mu Xue tighter against his chest.
"You can't do this. You're injured." Mu Xue forced herself to raise her arms and created a gap between the two of them.
Cen Qianshan let her go reluctantly, gently covered the wound, and gave her a nonchalant smile with his pale lips.
This is his signature smile that he only shows after being seriously injured.
Mu Xue suddenly regretted what she had just done. He was obviously seriously injured, and she really shouldn't have impulsively teased him at this time.
Is there any way to make him feel better and get better as soon as possible
She thought for a moment, helped Cen Qianshan lie down in the corner, and sat cross-legged beside him.
"I learned a technique in the Joy Hall that can help you recover from your injuries faster." Mu Xue said.
Cen Qianshan stared at her for a long while, blinked, and suddenly his whole body turned red.
Mu Xue just realized that he might have thought of something embarrassing.
"Ah, no, it's not the Caesalian Technique." Mu Xue cleared her throat and explained. They certainly hadn't reached the stage where they could practice such an intimate technique. "It's not a strange technique either, it's just..."
"Sure." Cen Qianshan interrupted her and said softly with his back to her, "Anything is fine."
It's just the basic spell before dual cultivation, which happens to have the effect of repairing the leaks in the body and strengthening the body for recovery.
Before Mu Xue could finish her words, Cen Qianshan was ready to do anything.
He was lying beside her. He was such an old man, but why was he still so gentle and soft
No, he was actually not a docile boy since he was young. He only put away all his claws and teeth and showed such a soft and gentle look in front of himself.
Mu Xue's heart softened, she sat cross-legged, calmed her mind, and reached out to hold Cen Qianshan's hand hanging by her side.
Come with me.
She closed her eyes slightly.
When Cen Qianshan opened his eyes in a state of meditation, he found himself in a small world.
In the sky, the celestial being rotates, the sun and the moon alternate. On the ground, there is a mirror-like lake, with reeds growing by the lake. Hidden in the reeds is a white tiger, watching intently. Hidden in the fire clouds in the sky is a rolling and humming red dragon.
Mu Xue was holding his hand and sitting by the Heart Lake.
This is Huangting, the most private and vital place for a cultivator. It is the foundation of all cultivation. Whether it is practicing Qi and concentrating the mind, or collecting herbs and forming pills, everything is done here. This is an extremely fragile and important private area.
Almost no one would allow another person's soul to enter their own Huangting.
Unless it's... the closest Taoist partner.
Cen Qianshan raised his eyes to look at the person sitting next to him. That person held his hand, made a strange circular gesture, and sat cross-legged with his eyes lowered, quietly by the water.
In Huangting, they are all the bodies of the primordial spirit. The primordial spirit is a ball of light without shape or color, a purest consciousness. Because of long-term practice, with the interaction of the primordial spirit and the essence, the body and mind gradually become one, and then the body that is used in daily life will appear.
Right here, Cen Qianshan looked at the face condensed with vitality beside him. Although it was still blurry, it was definitely the appearance of the person he was familiar with, loved, and had been thinking about all his life.
Ten years ago, when he had just returned from the Dongyue Divine Realm, Qianji often asked himself a question.
"Master, are you sure you are not mistaken? Is this really Mr. Mu?"
At that time, he carefully recalled every bit of his time with Zhang Xiaoxue and gave a firm answer, "It's not wrong, absolutely not wrong."
No matter how firm an answer is, if it is not acknowledged by the person himself, there will inevitably be times of doubt and anxiety.
It was not until this moment that everything truly came to light and the dust settled.
It’s the Master. He was annihilated into ashes, reincarnated, and still looks so warm and familiar.
If the soul could shed tears, Cen Qianshan believed that he would have already burst into tears.
"Don't move here." Mu Xue opened her eyes and looked at him with a smile.
Cen Qianshan didn't dare to move and just lay there without daring to move.
This is Huangting, the most fragile and delicate part. If I am not careful, my master will be seriously injured, and I will regret it.
"Follow my spiritual consciousness and practice the fetal breathing technique first."
Mu Xue's voice was not conveyed through speaking, but the information was transmitted directly to Cen Qianshan from her mind.
"There is a secret door at the back, and a life gate at the front. It goes out in the sun and into the moon, breathing and existing."
"The mind is wonderful, the meaning is mysterious, the soul of the valley is immortal and the fetus is breathing, the door to longevity must be continuous. 2"
As Mu Xue's chanting gradually became louder, a cool and comfortable breath flowed into Cen Qianshan's body.
The breath circled around his body, slowly guiding the rhythm of his breathing and carrying his spiritual power.
Cen Qianshan tried his best to relax his body and not show any resistance, so that the master's consciousness could move freely and smoothly in his body.
This feeling is very subtle and tense, as if you have entrusted yourself to others without reservation, and your physical happiness and pain can only be at the mercy of others, and even your life is equivalent to being handed over to her control.
Only the closest relatives can be trusted.
Gradually, their breathing began to synchronize.
Just like a newborn baby, yin and yang match, chaos is indistinguishable. Exhale together, the breath is light, inhale together, the breath is continuous. Use the true yang of Kan to replenish the true yin of Li, and restore the body of Qian Yuan. And use the true yin of others to restore your true yang, and complete the body of Kun Yuan.
Cen Qianshan's distracting thoughts gradually disappeared, and he felt a warm feeling. He felt that his aura was blending with the person he trusted most in the world. He felt relaxed and at ease, and finally received the blessing of heaven and earth.
After a long time, everything in the Huangting was quiet, and the Xuanji in the sky stopped spinning. The tiger came out of the water, and the dragon came out of the fire. A dragon and a tiger touched each other in the air, testing each other.
In this small world, the spring air comes together and the dew condenses.
Cen Qianshan practiced the Six Paths Wheel of Reincarnation, a lonely and dangerous way of cultivation that required a pure heart and few desires. This wonderful way of cultivation that was warm and caring for each other was far beyond his understanding.
He only felt that as he practiced, his vitality was slowly restored, his qi and blood were flowing freely. The injuries in his body were healing rapidly, the pain in his body was gradually disappearing, his limbs were healthy again, and his complexion was as good as before.
The only bad thing is that as the body becomes warm and comfortable, something inside seems to become restless and is about to do something embarrassing.
At this moment, the master was guiding the spiritual energy in his body to flow, and he did not dare to have any resistance. But if he continued to practice the technique like this, he would be embarrassed in front of the master and do something shameful.
Cen Qianshan was anxious and could only grit his teeth and endure it, but how could such a thing be easily controlled
Fortunately, Mu Xue didn't seem to plan to continue practicing the technique in depth. Seeing that his injuries had mostly healed, she stopped practicing and each of them regulated their breathing.
The red dragon in the sky suddenly descended, and its body circled around Cen Qianshan, who was lying motionless on the ground. Its cold and slippery scales slid across his skin.
The red dragon head hung in the air and looked him up and down carefully, which made Cen Qianshan almost sit up. Then it made a strange sound of joy, and returned to the fire cloud with its tail twirled.
"Haha, that's him. What a beauty. I like him so much."
No one knew when the water tiger transformed into a human form, and its white body jumped into the Heart Lake. Before Cen Qianshan could see his appearance clearly, he was splashed with the lake water, leaving only ripples on the water surface.
Cen Qianshan withdrew from Mu Xue's Huangting, and opened his eyes while lying on the ground. His heart was pounding, and the pain in his body was negligible, but his face was burning hot.
Mu Xue, who was sitting next to them, coughed awkwardly, "It's the first time, we don't have much experience, and they don't listen."
…
Ding Lanlan looked past the light of the campfire and saw the solitary demon cultivator sleeping in the shadow of a broken wall. Junior sister Zhang Xiaoxue was sitting cross-legged beside him, looking down and practicing Qigong, while also protecting him.
The firelight shone on her pretty little face, and also on the tiny bit of her face that was visible in the shadow behind her.
It seems that there is an illusion of harmony.
"Xiaoxue seems to be very concerned about Mr. Cen." Ding Lanlan said.
"After all, we have known each other since we were six years old. Besides, Master Cen has saved us so many times, and taking care of him is what we, the people of the righteous sect, should do."
Lin Yin didn't care. What worried her was the serious injuries of Zhuo Yu and Xiao Changge. Such severe internal injuries caused by the demon made it difficult for the young girl to know where to start.
At this moment, an old and unhappy voice sounded in the air.
"Is that you? A bunch of little kids from the Guiyuan Sect."
When everyone looked up, they saw a short, skinny old man wearing strange single-sided glasses, riding a huge magic gourd, appearing in the air.
"Haha, the Guiyuan Sect is getting worse with each generation. They are already so badly injured before they even reach the city gate."
The old man jumped down from the air and landed next to Zhuo Yu. He took a quick look at her and then reached out and pinched Zhuo Yu's mouth open.
Ding Lanlan and Lin Yin, who were guarding Zhuo Yu, were very anxious and tried to stop him immediately. However, the old man, who looked skinny and short, had extremely strange body movements and easily blocked their attacks.
The two most outstanding female disciples of this generation in the sect were completely unable to keep up with the moves of the aging old man. They watched helplessly as he blocked them while feeding Zhuo Yu a pill and lifted his jaw to force him to swallow it.
Ding Lanlan was so angry that her eyebrows raised, but Lin Yin stopped her.
"That medicine, that medicine looks like?"
“Hehe, little kid, you recognize my elixir. Your pretentious master doesn’t have such a good elixir.”
The old man with a bad face and harsh tone did not have any malicious intentions. After Zhuo Yu, who was in a coma, took his medicine, his complexion improved immediately. He made a few guttural sounds and slowly opened his eyes.
The old man put Zhuo Yu down and came to Xiao Changge. He spread out his five skinny fingers, and his palm, with a warm yellow glow, covered the parts of Xiao Changge that were severely injured.
This time, Lin Yin and Xiao Changge did not try to stop him. The brothers and sisters who were born in Xuandan Peak clearly saw the power of the old man's Spring Breeze Moisturizing Art.
The Art of Spring Breeze Nourishing Things is the famous skill of Kong Ji, the master of Xuandan Peak. It is very effective in treating both internal and external injuries and is not passed on to anyone other than the disciples of Xuandan Peak.
But for some reason, the elderly demon cultivator in front of him not only performed the same techniques as the master taught him, but even the power and effectiveness were comparable to the master's.
"Uncle Nian?" A voice called out.
The old man looked back and saw an unfamiliar young female cultivator not far away, and Cen Qianshan standing behind her.
"Oh, you recognize me?" Uncle Nian and Nian Zaitao narrowed their eyes, "And Mr. Cen, why are you here?"
"I... No, my uncle often mentioned you when he was teaching. He even posted your appearance in the Mingdeng Mirage Platform." Mu Xue touched her nose and avoided his gaze.
"I... just happened to pass by." Cen Qianshan also avoided the sight.
"By the way, Senior, do you have any more Rejuvenation Pills? Fellow Daoist Cen is also injured." Mu Xue stepped forward and held out her hand with a smile, "Can you give me some Golden Wound Regeneration Ointment as well?"
Nian Zaitao felt a strong sense of disobedience in his heart. Over the years, he was notorious for his stinginess and pettiness. Now, very few people dared to ask him for medicine as if it was a matter of course.
Very few, only a few old people. Many years ago, there seemed to be such a woman who often spoke to me in such a tone and appearance, but it was a pity that she had passed away many years ago.
"You? A little kid from the fairy world, how do you know the potion I usually use?" Nian Zaitao asked with a stern face.
"My uncle often mentions you. He said that you are a great doctor and that the several medicines you created are very useful. Even in the fairy world, you are a role model for us to learn from. We all remember your rejuvenation pills, detoxifying powder and gold wound regeneration ointment." Mu Xue said with a smile.
Uncle Nian was an old friend who had known each other for a lifetime. Mu Xue knew his character very well. He hated people and things in the fairy world the most, but he loved to compare his own potions with those handed down from the fairy world. Whenever someone said that his potions were better than those in the fairy world, he would be much happier.
As expected, the old medical practitioner straightened his short body, curled the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, and snorted softly, "Humph, you Taoist practitioners in the immortal world are all a bunch of hypocrites who are two-faced."
"Come up, I'll take you to Fuwang City for a few days to see the world, so you don't have to die here." He patted the gourd under his feet and changed it to a huge size. "That year, your master left with a lot of fighting and killing, and now he even wants me to help him take care of his baby. What a shameless guy. It's my bad luck, so I just do a good deed once in a while."
Lin Yin and Xiao Changge, who was covered in bandages, looked at each other in bewilderment. They had occasionally heard of Nian Zaitao's name from Master's words. They remembered that Master would curse and gnash his teeth every time he mentioned her, criticizing the medicines of the Demon Spirit Realm as useless. Did he ever say that she was a role model for everyone to learn from
I never thought that as the Master's direct disciples, they were not as attentive as Zhang Xiaoxue, a person from the outside peak who occasionally came to listen. They didn't even understand the Master's true intentions. It was really shameful.