That night, Xue Qing had already channeled her inner energy to her ears, preparing to respond to Abbot Chan Kong's deafening snoring, but she didn't hear it for a long time. Someone knocked on the door twice, and the small door under the door was pushed open by a withered old tree bark, and a chicken leg was stuck in.
Xue Qing jumped off the bed and squatted at the door to take the chicken leg.
"Eat." It was Abbot Chankong's voice.
Xue Qing was dumbfounded. This situation was like a prisoner in a TV drama who was about to be executed in autumn and would eat a bowl of braised pork before he died.
"Bald monk, did you poison it?" Xue Qing asked, taking out a thin silver needle and inserting it into the chicken leg. The needle did not turn black as expected.
"Benefactor Demon Star, do you have any thoughts about Benefactor Flowing Firefly descending the mountain?" Abbot Chankong asked through the door.
What are your thoughts?
“Alas, you are too young to understand. Let me tell you a story about my friend,” Abbot Chankong said. “My friend wanted to join the Emei Sect in his early years, but the Emei Sect leader was too rigid and refused to accept male disciples. My friend refused to give up and kept pleading with the sect leader. Unexpectedly, the Emei Sect leader was a treacherous person who tricked my friend into joining the Shaolin Temple and forced him to shave his head.”
What kind of story is this! It's clearly your autobiography! Xue Qing is wondering how someone with such impure desires could become a monk. It's because you, this lecherous scoundrel, kept harassing female disciples of Emei and were kicked out by the Emei sect leader to become a monk!
"Holy monk, why are you telling me this? I'm not going to be a monk!" Xue Qing stated her position first.
"Life is full of disappointments. I'm having trouble in love, and I get annoyed watching you youngsters making a fuss." Abbot Chankong said as he opened that damned wooden door.
Breathing fresh air for the first time in months, Xue Qing felt as if she were about to ascend to immortality.
“Demon Star, come with me,” Abbot Chankong said.
Xue Qing, carrying her sword, chased after them and followed Abbot Chankong to a Buddhist pagoda. A large gilded plaque in front of the pagoda bore the words "Eighteen".
Author's Note: It's inevitable that the two of them will have complicated feelings in this relationship. Girls, just hang in there and it will pass. Liu Ying's loyal nature will not change, and I will definitely carry out what I wrote in the synopsis!
Regarding the male and female leads in the original novel, I know many girls don't like them, but the protagonist's halo still needs to be given. The development of their story needs to match their personalities. If I just wrote them as stupid and unlucky, wouldn't that be the same as the supporting character treatment Xue Qing received in the original novel? After all, the theme of this book is that supporting characters are too pitiful. I hope the girls can understand my difficulties.
The plot can't always unfold according to everyone's wishes. Regardless of whether it gets a negative score or a zero score, I will continue writing according to the established outline. I can't suddenly kill off the original male and female leads, nor can I make Xue Qing instantly invincible. Please forgive me, ladies, I'm very sorry if I can't make you enjoy the story.
Everyone in my family is asleep at night, and typing would disturb the neighbors, so I won't be able to reply to all the comments today. Thank you everyone, bowing.
Eighteen Bronze Men
It's hot, so hot, my body feels so hot.
Before Liu Ying's eyes was a hazy white mist. Xue Qing's image gradually became clear in the white fog. A strange current surged through his body, and he felt an unbearable tingling in his heart. He desperately wanted more physical contact with Xue Qing. Xue Qing's body granted his wish. Her arms hooked around his neck, and every inch of skin that touched him ignited a fire in his heart. The fire in his heart made him feel hotter and more uncomfortable. Her body, which was as warm as his, felt like a life-saving block of ice to him.
Liu Ying clung tightly to Xue Qing's body, as if afraid she would break free, and Xue Qing let him hold her like a puppet. Impulse buried reason, and his moist lips pressed against Xue Qing's skin, tracing her shape from her earlobe. His hands slid to Xue Qing's waist, untied her belt, and tore off her outer garment. Her fair shoulders dazzled Liu Ying's eyes, and the glimpses of her bodice were like white rabbits attracting a wild beast.
The firefly swooped down, pressing Xue Qing down into the soft white expanse, gently kissing the skin above her bodice, tearing at her skirt, and kissing even softer areas. It greedily sucked and kissed, its hands also busy, roaming over every inch of Xue Qing's exposed body. Their bodies pressed tightly together, relentlessly demanding more, the overwhelming pleasure bringing immense satisfaction, like dew nourishing parched earth, disappearing into the white void…
Waking up, Liu Ying rubbed his forehead and sat up in bed. The hangover was awful. Thinking about the dream, Liu Ying's face flushed. He scooped up some cold water from the basin and splashed it on his face repeatedly. There must have been an aphrodisiac in last night's wine that made him have such a dream. His face was still covered in cold water droplets, and Xue Qing's smiling face appeared in his mind. It was her! His martial aunt had never smiled like that before!
"Young Master Liuying, you're awake," a pretty young maid said as she entered the room. "My master instructed that you should come to the flower pavilion to see him after you wake up."
"Okay, please lead the way," Liu Ying replied, still wanting to confront him about the wine from last night.
Liu Ying followed the maid to the flower pavilion, where Mu Lan, dressed in emerald green, was reclining on a stone chair like a peacock. If he were a woman, he would surely be a stunning beauty, but unfortunately he was a man, and a strange one at that. Recalling the scene of the two of them drinking together last night, Liu Ying felt very uncomfortable.
Liu Ying sat down opposite Mu Lan, and Mu Lan lazily poured her a cup of tea.
"Young Master Liuying, did you sleep well last night?" Mu Lan asked with interest, her eyes sparkling like stars and her voice alluring and seductive.
"Not good. Are the ingredients for Young Master Mu's brewing very special?" Liu Ying replied.
"Hehehe, last night I served you my secret brew, Drunken Spring. 'Diqing' has aphrodisiac effects and is often used when preparing aphrodisiac medicine. I accidentally discovered that using it to brew wine has a unique flavor. Your master loves my Drunken Spring very much and always tries to find ways to come here and get some wine." Mu Lan said with a charming smile.
"I am not the same as my master, Young Master Mu, you must remember that," Liu Ying coldly reminded him.
"Young Master Liuying, please don't be angry. You burned down one of my elegant rooms when you were drunk, so let's call it even."
“How can we call it even? I never admit to things I don’t remember. If Young Master Mu wants to make amends, then answer my questions as promised. Have you ever studied the art of possession and resurrection?” Liu Ying asked, stroking her teacup.
Mu Lan smiled bitterly: "You said you're not like your master, but you're exactly the same in your unreasonable ways. I have indeed spent several years working on this technique. I've always kept it a secret. Since you know me, you must have had some expert guidance. There's no point in lying to you."
"And then?" Firefly asked eagerly.
"As it turns out," Mu Lan leaned over the table and whispered in Liu Ying's ear, "there is no such thing as the martial art of possession and resurrection in this world."
Liu Ying stared at him in shock. He could tell that Mu Lan wasn't lying, but he still refused to believe it: "I don't believe it."
Mu Lan smiled and said, "You're a lot like Xiu Xiu in this respect. Xiu Xiu never believes what I say either."
"Where is Mohuang? Have you gone to Mohuang to look for him?"
"I've traveled all over the country, trying everything I could find and do, but as you can see, I failed." Mu Lan smiled.
This answer troubled Liu Ying, but it was one he had already anticipated. If it were truly possible to possess another's body and be resurrected, how could Mo Huang have suffered such a crushing defeat in the great battle? If this martial art truly did not exist, could it be that he had wronged his martial uncle? Impossible, his intuition was never wrong.
"Young Master Liuying, if I may ask, are you seeking information about this technique for the sake of women?" Mu Lan inquired.
"You did it for a man?"
"Hehehe, you rascal, you know perfectly well how I feel about you." Mu Lan said, reaching out to hook Liu Ying's chin with her finger.
Liu Ying smiled faintly, her hand already gripping the Suwen sword at her waist.
"Young Master Liuying! Show mercy!" Qi Fengting shouted from afar, using his lightness skill to move into the pavilion, unfolding his paper fan to block between the two.
"Old Qi, why are you here again? Is business at Qingping Le so slow that it's so quiet?" Mu Lan said reproachfully.
“Master, friends are not to be trifled with. You should be more careful. Young Master Liuying’s sword is not to be trifled with either,” Qi Fengting replied.
Mu Lan giggled and said, "Just kidding, Young Master Liu Ying, please don't mind. I just couldn't help myself when I saw you."