He lowered his head and kissed the red crescent moon mark on Ruan Ziya's chest, saying in a hoarse voice, "Sleep a little longer, and wait for me to come back."
Murong Wuhen entered the main hall and saw that Qu Yan and the others were already sitting there waiting. He smiled and said, "I apologize for keeping you all waiting."
Qu Yan's gaze fell on Murong Wuhen's front, a smile appearing on his face, but the smile did not reach his eyes. He slowly said, "The sect leader and the holy maiden have been inseparable lately. It's no trouble for us to wait a little while."
Elder Yun followed Qu Yan's gaze and exclaimed in surprise, "The sect leader is injured?"
Murong Wuhen smiled slightly and said, "I had a few drops of blood from my nose last night, it's nothing serious."
Everyone in the hall understood immediately. Recalling Ruan Ziya's alluring figure, they were all secretly envious: the Holy Maiden Ruan usually treated everyone with cold indifference, but unexpectedly, the sect leader was favored by her. She was truly blessed with good fortune.
Elder He chuckled and said, "The duel at Shadow Mountain is approaching. Although the sect leader and the holy maiden are deeply in love, it is not advisable for the sect leader to be too... cough cough, he must take care of his health."
Elder Yun said in a low voice, "That's true. If it weren't for Young Master Mozhu being bewitched by her beauty four years ago and damaging his health, he probably wouldn't have been injured by Gu Qingyun."
After Ruan Ziya cut off one of his fingers, his martial arts were damaged, and he couldn't help but harbor resentment towards her. As soon as he said this, Elder He secretly kicked him, so he glared at him and muttered in a low voice, "Did I say something wrong? Didn't the sect leader often have nosebleeds back then?"
Murong Wuhen's heart stirred, then he smiled faintly, casually picked up the teacup on the table, held it in his hand, silently circulated his inner strength, and after a moment, only hissing sounds were heard, and wisps of cold air rose from the teacup, the tea inside had frozen into ice.
Qu Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and Elder Yun exclaimed in surprise, "Qian Han Gong!"
Murong Wuhen laughed and said, "That's right. Now that Saintess Ruan has helped me cultivate the Qianhan Skill to the ninth level, are you all still worried that I will become obsessed with women and be unable to defeat Yi Feng?"
He glanced at Elder Yun and said coldly, "Also, I don't want to hear anyone speak disrespectfully to her from now on."
As he spoke, he exerted force in his hand, and the ice in the teacup suddenly popped out, turning into tiny ice shards in the air and scattering all over the ground, but the teacup in Murong Wuhen's hand remained completely undamaged.
Elder Yun's expression changed, and he immediately lowered his head, not daring to utter a sound.
By the time Murong Wuhen hurriedly returned to his room, it was already noon. He lifted the curtain, but the room was empty. Suddenly, a soft laugh came from behind him. He turned around and saw Ruan Ziya with her long hair loosely tied up, holding a porcelain bowl, smiling sweetly at him.
Murong Wuhen laughed and said, "Why didn't you stay here and wait for me? Where did you go?"
Ruan Ziya held the porcelain bowl in front of his face and said with a forced smile, "Go and make some soup to cool down the Master, so that he doesn't keep getting nosebleeds."
Murong Wuhen held her on his lap, and remembering what Elder Yun had said, he felt a little irritated. He said, "Every man gets a nosebleed, what's the big deal?"
Suddenly, he felt a cool sensation on his lips. Ruan Ziya had already brought the soup bowl to his mouth and said with a smile, "I spent the whole morning making this. Don't nag, drink it quickly."
Murong Wuhen hesitated for a moment, then suddenly remembered that day in the snow valley when she sighed, "In your heart, you are always afraid that I will scheme against you."
He seemed to see her helpless and desolate eyes flash before his eyes again, and he couldn't help but blame himself: What's wrong with me? Do I still have any suspicions about her today?
He immediately smiled slightly at Ruan Ziya and drank all the soup in the bowl from her hand.
Several days passed quickly, and in less than half a month, the duel between Kageyama and Kageyama would take place.
Murong Wuhen had made all the necessary arrangements and was just waiting for the day of the decisive battle to arrive before leading his men up Shadow Mountain.
That day, he and Ruan Ziya were practicing the Qianhan Technique in the secret room when they reached a critical moment. Their palms pressed together, and steam rose from above their heads. Murong Wuhen suddenly felt a few needle-like pains in his dantian, felt a slight chill in his heart, and his blood and qi surged in his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ruan Ziya was shocked and withdrew her hand, supporting him and asking, "What's wrong?"
Murong Wuhen closed his eyes for a while, then slowly said, "I accidentally lost my breath, but it's nothing serious, don't worry."
Ruan Ziya stared at him for a moment, her face pale, before nodding and saying softly, "Then I'll help you back to your room to rest."
Author's Note: Today is such a beautiful day, yay! ~~~~~~\(^o^)/~
The Battle at the Summit of Kunlun (Parody Version)
P.S.: If you don't like BL (boy-boy BL), please don't read this, it might give you psychological trauma.
That night, on the summit of Kunlun Mountain, the moonlight was as clear as water.
Mo Zhu tilted his head back and drank the last sip of wine from the pot, then casually tossed the pot aside and laughed loudly, "So you're Gu Qingyun?"
He looked at the handsome young man in white standing indifferently opposite him, and raised an eyebrow slightly: "God of War? You killed twelve of my protectors, is it for fame?"
Gu Qingyun lowered her eyelids slightly and said calmly, "The Zhu family of Liangzhou was wiped out overnight by them. They spared neither women nor children. Their methods were cruel and outrageous."
Mo Zhu remained unmoved and slowly said, "Do you know why I challenged you to a duel?"
A hint of arrogance flickered in Gu Qingyun's eyes as she said, "Do you know why I came?"
The two exchanged a smile, and looking around the world, they could find no other pair of natural rivals like themselves.
Mo Zhu smiled and said, "I haven't used a sword in a long time."
Gu Qingyun slowly drew his longsword, gently stroked the blade with his finger, smiled slightly, and said, "This sword has never tasted defeat."
The wind whistled through the night, and in an instant, sword energy surged.
I don't know how much time passed.
A dark cloud passed by, obscuring the waning moon.
In the darkness, the faint sound of two people whispering could be heard.
"That was a really satisfying fight, haha. Xiaoyun...may I call you Xiaoyun?"
"……no."
"Ahem, Xiao Gu, your swordsmanship is indeed superb. There are very few people in the world who can fight me, Mo Zhu, to a draw."
"Um."
"It's a pity that our paths are different, one of good and one of evil, and we can never be together."
"That's good. But... how about we gather here on Kunlun Peak again next year?"
“Good idea! But Xiao Gu, when you travel the world in the future, you should pay more attention to a woman named Ruan Ziya. She... has deep feelings for me. If she finds out about what happened today, it may be detrimental to you.”
"What?! So... you already have a lover."
"Uh, I don't object to you finding one too, but it's best if she's a bit dim-witted, so she won't notice..."
"A little slow? I just remembered a little girl..."
"That's very good. It's getting late, let's go down the mountain."
"Ink bamboo..."
"What?"
"Which fabric shop made this outfit of yours? I think black is more stylish and suits my status as a master among masters."
“That makes sense. I have a younger brother who usually prides himself on being a charming man and prefers white. Little does he know how difficult it is to wash clothes while traveling around the country. Black is much more resistant to dirt! Yonghe Cloth Shop has chains all over the country. Remember that.”
"I am deeply grateful and will take my leave now."
"Okay, see you next year!"
A man's heart is as hard as iron
That evening, Ruan Ziya waited in the room. Seeing that Murong Wuhen had gone out to discuss matters and had not returned for a long time, she was worried. Just as she was about to get up and go out to look for him, she saw a figure moving outside the door. Murong Wuhen had slowly walked in.
Ruan Ziya strode forward and complained in a low voice, "You just vomited blood during the day, how come you don't know how to take care of yourself and come back so late?"
Murong Wuhen smiled at her and said lightly, "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."
Ruan Ziya asked, "Didn't you eat anything tonight? I had the kitchen cook some glutinous rice and red date porridge. I'll get you a bowl." Seeing Murong Wuhen nod, she smiled and turned to leave the room.
Murong Wuhen watched her departing figure, his eyes filled with gloom.
For several days in a row, Murong Wuhen left early and returned late, coming and going in a hurry, and had no time to spend more than a moment with Ruan Ziya.
Ruan Ziya felt a slight unease, yet also realized she was being overly suspicious. She knew the martial arts competition was approaching, and the sect would naturally be busy with affairs. However, with the internal strife just ended and morale still low, she couldn't offer assistance to avoid suspicion. This added another layer of burden to Murong Wuhen's shoulders. Thinking this, she felt relieved.
Late that night, Murong Wuhen returned to his room and stared blankly at the low-hanging curtains in the darkness for a while. He reached out and lifted the curtains, about to get into bed, when he suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck. Ruan Ziya's soft body leaned closer, and he heard her whisper, "I missed you."
Murong Wuhen felt a pang in his chest. By the moonlight filtering through the tent, he saw Ruan Ziya's body naked, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes flashing with shyness yet also with anticipation, staring intently at him.
He sighed inwardly, then reached out and pulled her into his arms. Ruan Ziya buried her face in his hair, lying quietly for a while before softly sighing, "You naughty boy." She then lifted her face and kissed his lips.
Their lips touched, and the longing they had been holding back for days could no longer be contained, bursting forth in an instant.
Murong Wuhen suddenly rolled over, pinning Ruan Ziya beneath him. His lips, burning hot, pressed against her cheeks and neck, then covered hers with his own. After a series of deep, lingering kisses, he felt her body burning hot, her tongue soft and delicate. She breathed and moaned softly between his lips and in his palms, eagerly responding. His mind went blank, all his precautions and calculations vanished, and all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms and cherish her.
His lips lingered on hers for a long time before his kisses meandered down her soft neck, from her chest to her abdomen, and finally to her waist.
Ruan Ziya let out a soft moan. Murong Wuhen leaned down and saw that her eyes were slightly closed, her long eyelashes drooping, and her face flushed with passion. He felt a sudden pang of bitterness in his heart, stopped his movements, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What... do you want?"
Ruan Ziya was completely captivated when he asked her a question. She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with tender affection, and smiled gently at him, softly saying, "You say..."
Murong Wuhen's eyes suddenly darkened, and his lips pressed down heavily, silencing her words. His body sank down, and he was already inside her. The two of them became one, locked in a passionate embrace.
After a night of madness, Ruan Ziya slept until noon the next day before waking up. When she opened her eyes, she found that Murong Wuhen was no longer by her side. She tried to sit up, but suddenly felt dizzy and weak, as if she had been poisoned by the Drunken Muscle Powder.
She was greatly alarmed, fearing that Murong Wuhen had been ambushed. Just as she was about to call for help, she heard a soft creak, and the door opened. Murong Wuhen, with a gloomy face, slowly walked towards the bed.
Ruan Ziya felt relieved and struggled to grasp his hand, whispering, "Are you alright? I... I think I've been poisoned by the Drunken Tendon Powder. Could it be that there's a traitor in the sect who's trying to assassinate me?"
Murong Wuhen looked down at her, but remained silent.
Ruan Ziya was filled with doubt. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she found it unbelievable. She asked, "It was you?... Why did you poison me?"
Murong Wuhen did not answer, but silently sat down by the bed, reached out and took the clothes placed aside, and carefully dressed her one by one.
Ruan Ziya felt a chill run through her body, stared at him, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Murong Wuhen?"
Murong Wuhen's eyes twitched slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Do you have something to say to me now? If... you do, I might... let it go."
Ruan Ziya asked blankly, "What do you want me to say? What are you going to investigate?"
Murong Wuhen stared at her for a long time, his gaze gradually turning cold, and slowly said, "Very good."
At this moment, a voice outside the door whispered, "Master, the elders are waiting in the main hall."
Murong Wuhen thought for a moment, then took out a human skin mask from a hidden compartment by the bed and put it on Ruan Ziya before saying, "Come in."
The door was gently pushed open, and two black-robed cultists entered the room with their heads bowed. Murong Wuhen said indifferently, "Take the Holy Maiden and come with me to the main hall." After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the room without looking at Ruan Ziya again.
Two black-robed cult members helped Ruan Ziya follow behind. The group entered the main hall one after another and saw Qu Yan and the three elders, Yun, He, and Zhai, already sitting inside waiting.
When everyone saw Murong Wuhen enter the hall, they all stood up and bowed. Then they saw Ruan Ziya with disheveled hair being carried in, and they were all surprised. Elder Zhai asked, "Master... what happened to the Holy Maiden?" He wanted to rush forward to check on her, but Murong Wuhen stopped him.
Murong Wuhen said calmly, "Elder Zhai, please don't worry. The Holy Maiden is fine. She is just suffering from the Drunken Tendon Powder and is unable to exert her strength."
Elder Zhai exclaimed in surprise, "Drunken Tendon Powder? This... why is this happening?" He glanced at Ruan Ziya, knowing that what he had been worried about had finally happened, and couldn't help but angrily say, "Murong Wuhen, the Master was so devoted to you, handing over the position of Sect Leader to you without hesitation, and now you turn your back on him so heartlessly!"