Chapter 37: CH 32.2

Flying Dust [Fei Chen] 

Chapter 32 

Part 2

At this moment, in the middle of the ink-coloured palace hall, on a black coloured glazed seat, a man wearing a half silver mask sat sideways dressed in all white.

His head was slightly tilted, his expression a little arrogant, his lips without the slightest curve, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or not.

In front of him, on one knee, was Leng Yufang.

She bowed down as she did not raise her eyes. 

“Are you trying to tell me that you tried to pull him along with you when you left, but he was hit by the Great Master Wu Liang?” One of the man’s legs hung on the armrest of the seat, swaying gently, like the beat of a drum that strikes one’s heart.

It was an unruly willful gesture, but the man did it with a kind of dangerous and elegant sense on it. 

“Yes, that’s right.” Leng Yufang took a breath.

“Aunt Leng,” The man walked slowly down and helped her stand up, “I’ve known you for so many years, how could I not understand your personality?”

“Shao Jiàozhǔ1[Shao Jiàozhǔ : Sect Leader Junior or the Young (Master) Sect Leader]…” Leng Yufang’s heart trembled, but she held herself steady (tried to remain calm). 

“You should call me Jiào Zhǔ (Sect Leader) now. I originally wanted to take that old man’s sword seed, but without it, he will be dead soon and Aunt Leng will also be sad and broken hearted right?”

Only now did Leng Yufang look up, “Shao Jiàozhǔ… He is your father!”

“I didn’t take his sword seed, not because he is my father, but because you would be sad. But Aunt Leng, you instead make me really sad.”

“Well, I admit that I deliberately used Mo Fei Chen to block Wu Liang’s sword. That’s because he has become your weak spot, Shao Jiàozhǔ. The more you care about him, the more others can use him to hurt you in the future ah!”

“Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!” As if the man had heard something so funny, his evil, wilful and wild laughter trembled in the hall, even the torches on the wall swayed with him, “He is mine, of course I want to keep him in the place where he will be out of other people’s sight and out of other people’s reach. What I, Jun Wushuang, want, no one can take it away from me!”

Those two bamboo plaques were held in his palm, with a snap they turned into bamboo splinters, piercing into his flesh and blood, dripping red blood.

If the day ever comes, the one who will be sitting in a boat with you, absolutely will not be He Yunfeng or Lu Qingmo!2[The metaphor of sitting in the boat are from chapter 29: “Do these false reputations matter? Without Xiu Shui Palace, don’t tell me that you can’t even be Jun Wushuang? I’ve been thinking that you, this person, are not even an elegant gentleman who abides by the rules of etiquette, yet why do you have to pretend to be a good and well-behaved disciple in front of your Shi Fu and fellow martial artists?”    “That’s right! I am a person who differs from what it seems! What I want yet I can’t have it!”    Mo Fei Chen stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder and said, “If you find yourself nobody in life, you might as well wear your hair long and set sail for fun tomorrow.”x 人生在世不稱意，明朝散髮弄扁舟 : Since the world can in no way answer our craving, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and sit on the boat.]

“Shao… what does Jiào Zhǔ…plan to do?”

“What else can I do?” Jun Wushuang suddenly turned around, “What he learned is He Yunfeng’s cultivation methods, only He Yunfeng can help him reshape his sword seed and all I have to do is to learn the old man’s martial arts so that I can fulfill Aunt Leng’s wish to revive Jing Shui Sect.”

Leng Yufang knelt down again, “As long as the Sect Leader has the intention, I, Leng Yufang, are ready to risk my life and limb to help out.”3[万死不辞 literally mean : ten thousand deaths will not prevent me (idiom)]

“I don’t need you to risk your life, I just want you to send someone into the Kun Yun Mountain Manor so that if Mo Fei Chen can stabilize his sword seed without He Yunfeng helping him with his Qi, I will be the first to know. Also, send someone to keep an eye on Bai Xue Cult. That woman, Kemoluo, her martial arts are progressing too fast and it will be a big problem in the future.” After saying this, Jun Wushuang walked towards the dark corridor behind the seat.

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One day after a month had passed, Mo Fei Chen shouted excitedly, “Shi Fu, did you see that? Did you see it? I just took my sword Qi out!”

He Yunfeng looked unperturbed as he took a sip from his teacup, “I saw it, but I don’t know why you’re so happy about it? That’s my internal energy (Nei Li) isn’t it?”

Mo Fei Chen’s face instantly fell, his own sword seed could barely hold his true qi to run. Without He Yunfeng’s inner strength, he would have fainted if he had gone for a run outside, not to mention taking out his own sword qi. 

“If you want to take out your spiritual sword, you have to practice your own self cultivation. When your sword seed is repaired, you will still be a healthy and lively mountain monkey.”

“He he.” Mo Fei Chen rubbed his nose, “Shi Fu, do you think this is a blessing that comes after a great disaster?”

“What blessing?” He Yunfeng raised his eyebrows, and although there was no trace of feminine charm or seductive appearance in his face, it was still appealing to the heart.

“To be with you ah, Shi Fu.”

He Yunfeng pulled him to his front, “Do you really think it is that good to be with me?”

Mo Fei Chen nodded his head. He Yunfeng gave him the kind of peace and quiet that he had never experienced when he was with anyone else.

“Hn.”

He Yunfeng raised his face, his lips touched Mo Fei Chen’s lips. He gently (kept in his mouth) sucked Mo Fei Chen’s lips, very patiently sip it over and over again…. 

It was exactly because everything was so slow that it had such a charm that seduced people’s hearts. 

Mo Fei Chen was breathing heavily, at the same time, his heart also continuously beating wildly. Both of his hands were braced back against the edge of the table. He Yunfeng’s kiss gradually increased in force and its intensity, lips entwined as if to clasp with each other’s breath. 

Mo Fei Chen’s lower body was already responding (reacting) and he was at a loss as to what to do, because the person in front of him was He Yunfeng.

The most important thing was…, Mo Fei Chen has already started to lose his breath. He basically was already seriously injured, if he continued like this, he might die of suffocation.

But he wasn’t willing to make a sound or stop, he wouldn’t feel regret or ashamed if he could just die like this.

He Yunfeng’s left hand held his back and his true qi flowed into the sea of qi along the meridians near his spine. Mo Fei Chen immediately felt that his chest was no longer stuffy…

He only used the strength of his one hand to lift him onto the table, as if Mo Fei Chen’s response made him even more impatient. The madness… slowly grew and the air seemed to be burning with fire.

He Yunfeng suddenly and violently withdrew from Mo Fei Chen’s mouth. He rested on his forehead instead while whispering, “Fei Chen …Fei Chen…”

With only two syllables, but there was so much repression and longing in it. In an instant, it collapsed. 

……

Mo Fei Chen opened his eyes slightly. He swallowed his saliva yet he did not struggle but only held onto the other party’s shoulders….He knew better than anyone that he could not resist the joy and affection, but he still wanted to feel He Yunfeng’s presence. Putting his head on He Yunfeng’s shoulder,…… Mo Fei Chen covered his ear and said, “Shi Fu… I can.”

He Yunfeng’s mind was like a kite that had its string cut off, it could no longer be pulled back or held back….

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