CH 33.2
Flying Dust [Fei Chen]
Chapter 33 Part 2
Only then did the palm on Mo Fei Chen’s mouth slowly relax, “Do you know why I didn’t tell them that although your sword seed has not yet recovered, your life has been saved?”
“Why?”
“Because your small life is not saved yet, with that, other people will know that we are busy now and will not come to disturb us. Otherwise, wouldn’t I be annoyed to death if all of your friends that you know in Jiang Hu came to see if you were okay.” The sunken corners of He Yunfeng’s mouth, no matter how Mo Fei Chen took a look at him, he seemed a bit petty and villain, however, it was the kind of villain that you couldn’t come to hate.
But when he said it like that, Mo Fei Chen suddenly thought of Lu Qingmo.
He was smiling with his black eyebrows that likened to ink. He wonder in which boat he was in now, drinking wine and enjoying the scenery. Once in a while, missing that brother of him.
“What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about the man who brought you here that day?” He Yunfeng gave him a pinch on the waist and Mo Fei Chen immediately shrank like a shrimp.
“That’s right, I just thought about him. Since I’m still alive and well, at least I have to let him know.”
He Yunfeng stopped talking and just lay beside Mo Fei Chen, hugging him and saying, “That man…he likes you.”
“Hah?” Mo Fei Chen froze, soon after that he burst out laughing as if he had heard some superb joke, “Yunfeng, that Lu Xiong is my sworn Big Brother. As a person, he doesn’t care about fame and fortune. Moreover, he always be true to his words and always keep his promise. That day when I became sworn brother with him, he promised me that he would take care of me …, so that day when I was injured at the Ding Chan Temple, he saved me, I felt very grateful in my heart.”
“For that, I thank him too.” He Yunfeng’s voice was calm, but inside it was a thought that Mo Fei Chen could not detect or predict.
That very night, deep in the underground palace of the Jing Shui Sect, firelight danced on the surface of the walls like a dancing viper.
Jun Wushuang sat in his place, expressionless. Beside him stood Leng Yufang, and in front of him knelt one follower or a disciple who bowed his head down.
“What does he mean by saying that he will not recover in ten or eight years and he will die if he leaves that shabby hut of his?” These words were squeezed out of Jun Wushuang’s teeth, but it sounded unexpectedly calm.
“That’s what the person we have assigned (planted) in the Ding Chan Temple say.” The disciple frowned, apparently their Sect Master was not satisfied with this answer.
“You may go down.” Jun Wushuang’s fingers touched his own chin and his eyes swept over to Leng Yufang who was beside him, “Aunt Leng, aren’t He Yunfeng and Lu Liangyun known as martial arts legends in Jiang Hu? Is that really such a legend?”
Leng Yufang was thinking in her mind of the appropriate and right words to say. Ever since Jun Wushuang had practiced the martial arts engraved on Wen Xin’s body, his emotions had become more and more fluctuate and unpredictable, even though he rarely vent his anger on his disciple and since returning to Jing Shui Sect, he didn’t kill anyone. She had a vague feeling that Jun Wushuang was very dangerous. If he did something to Wen Xin, what would she do?
“Sect Master, you are too impatient. It’s not even half a year since Mo Shao Xia (Mo Young Hero) returned to Kun Yun Mountain, after all, it’s his sword seed that had been injured so we must take our time. You also hope that when he returns to your side, he will also be with you for a long time. It would be bad if he were to fall ill (incompletely cured illness).” Leng Yufang watched the other party’s expressions carefully. Unfortunately, half of his face was covered by that mask and nothing could be detected.
Jun Wushuang let out ‘pleasant to the ear soft laugh’, “You have worked hard, Aunt Leng. From time to time, worrying that I will vent my anger out on that disabled old man, I’m afraid that you must haven’t slept well at night, right?”
Leng Yufang was stunned. Only then did she realize that every word Jun Wushuang said was meant to put her in a constant state of anxiety, to make her regret that she had used Mo Fei Chen to block Master Wu Liang’s attack.
Before Mo Fei Chen could become Jun Wushuang’s weakness, her weak spot was already in the hands of the young man in front of her, which was a retaliation for her saying that Mo Fei Chen would become his weakness.
“What about Xiu Shui Palace over there?”
“Liu Feiying has returned to Xiu Shui Palace.”
“I knew it, she isn’t dead or else I would have already seen her corpse after searching for a long time. She was badly injured that time, so you look for someone to send some pills to her, ba.”
“Jiao Zhu (Sect Leader)?”
“Liu Feiying is a decent and upright figure (in Jiang Hu), not pretending to be decent, but really decent. Most of these people are merciful and soft-hearted. On that day, it was not one of us from Jing Shui Sect who struck her off the cliff that day, it was Kemoluo. All you have to do is to tell him in writing that this disciple of hers also had no choice (against my will), since which son who doesn’t want to save my own father? But I will never forget her kindness for teaching me and bringing me up. I, Jun Wushuang, would never forget it for the rest of my life, therefore as long as I am the one in charge of Jing Shui Sect, I will never let it go astray again. All these previous matters were done by you, this Vice Sect Leader,in order to save my father against my wishes. From now on, there will be no more such misdeeds.”
“Jiao Zhu (Sect Leader), what do you mean?”
“It means that you, Leng Yufang, will kneel before Liu Feiying and beg her to forgive you. You don’t really want us to turn from a cult to a demonic cult and become the enemy of the entire martial world, do you?”
Leng Yufang suddenly understood, “This subordinate understands, this subordinate will go now.”
Chapter 33 Part 2
Only then did the palm on Mo Fei Chen’s mouth slowly relax, “Do you know why I didn’t tell them that although your sword seed has not yet recovered, your life has been saved?”
“Why?”
“Because your small life is not saved yet, with that, other people will know that we are busy now and will not come to disturb us. Otherwise, wouldn’t I be annoyed to death if all of your friends that you know in Jiang Hu came to see if you were okay.” The sunken corners of He Yunfeng’s mouth, no matter how Mo Fei Chen took a look at him, he seemed a bit petty and villain, however, it was the kind of villain that you couldn’t come to hate.
But when he said it like that, Mo Fei Chen suddenly thought of Lu Qingmo.
He was smiling with his black eyebrows that likened to ink. He wonder in which boat he was in now, drinking wine and enjoying the scenery. Once in a while, missing that brother of him.
“What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about the man who brought you here that day?” He Yunfeng gave him a pinch on the waist and Mo Fei Chen immediately shrank like a shrimp.
“That’s right, I just thought about him. Since I’m still alive and well, at least I have to let him know.”
He Yunfeng stopped talking and just lay beside Mo Fei Chen, hugging him and saying, “That man…he likes you.”
“Hah?” Mo Fei Chen froze, soon after that he burst out laughing as if he had heard some superb joke, “Yunfeng, that Lu Xiong is my sworn Big Brother. As a person, he doesn’t care about fame and fortune. Moreover, he always be true to his words and always keep his promise. That day when I became sworn brother with him, he promised me that he would take care of me …, so that day when I was injured at the Ding Chan Temple, he saved me, I felt very grateful in my heart.”
“For that, I thank him too.” He Yunfeng’s voice was calm, but inside it was a thought that Mo Fei Chen could not detect or predict.
That very night, deep in the underground palace of the Jing Shui Sect, firelight danced on the surface of the walls like a dancing viper.
Jun Wushuang sat in his place, expressionless. Beside him stood Leng Yufang, and in front of him knelt one follower or a disciple who bowed his head down.
“What does he mean by saying that he will not recover in ten or eight years and he will die if he leaves that shabby hut of his?” These words were squeezed out of Jun Wushuang’s teeth, but it sounded unexpectedly calm.
“That’s what the person we have assigned (planted) in the Ding Chan Temple say.” The disciple frowned, apparently their Sect Master was not satisfied with this answer.
“You may go down.” Jun Wushuang’s fingers touched his own chin and his eyes swept over to Leng Yufang who was beside him, “Aunt Leng, aren’t He Yunfeng and Lu Liangyun known as martial arts legends in Jiang Hu? Is that really such a legend?”
Leng Yufang was thinking in her mind of the appropriate and right words to say. Ever since Jun Wushuang had practiced the martial arts engraved on Wen Xin’s body, his emotions had become more and more fluctuate and unpredictable, even though he rarely vent his anger on his disciple and since returning to Jing Shui Sect, he didn’t kill anyone. She had a vague feeling that Jun Wushuang was very dangerous. If he did something to Wen Xin, what would she do?
“Sect Master, you are too impatient. It’s not even half a year since Mo Shao Xia (Mo Young Hero) returned to Kun Yun Mountain, after all, it’s his sword seed that had been injured so we must take our time. You also hope that when he returns to your side, he will also be with you for a long time. It would be bad if he were to fall ill (incompletely cured illness).” Leng Yufang watched the other party’s expressions carefully. Unfortunately, half of his face was covered by that mask and nothing could be detected.
Jun Wushuang let out ‘pleasant to the ear soft laugh’, “You have worked hard, Aunt Leng. From time to time, worrying that I will vent my anger out on that disabled old man, I’m afraid that you must haven’t slept well at night, right?”
Leng Yufang was stunned. Only then did she realize that every word Jun Wushuang said was meant to put her in a constant state of anxiety, to make her regret that she had used Mo Fei Chen to block Master Wu Liang’s attack.
Before Mo Fei Chen could become Jun Wushuang’s weakness, her weak spot was already in the hands of the young man in front of her, which was a retaliation for her saying that Mo Fei Chen would become his weakness.
“What about Xiu Shui Palace over there?”
“Liu Feiying has returned to Xiu Shui Palace.”
“I knew it, she isn’t dead or else I would have already seen her corpse after searching for a long time. She was badly injured that time, so you look for someone to send some pills to her, ba.”
“Jiao Zhu (Sect Leader)?”
“Liu Feiying is a decent and upright figure (in Jiang Hu), not pretending to be decent, but really decent. Most of these people are merciful and soft-hearted. On that day, it was not one of us from Jing Shui Sect who struck her off the cliff that day, it was Kemoluo. All you have to do is to tell him in writing that this disciple of hers also had no choice (against my will), since which son who doesn’t want to save my own father? But I will never forget her kindness for teaching me and bringing me up. I, Jun Wushuang, would never forget it for the rest of my life, therefore as long as I am the one in charge of Jing Shui Sect, I will never let it go astray again. All these previous matters were done by you, this Vice Sect Leader,in order to save my father against my wishes. From now on, there will be no more such misdeeds.”
“Jiao Zhu (Sect Leader), what do you mean?”
“It means that you, Leng Yufang, will kneel before Liu Feiying and beg her to forgive you. You don’t really want us to turn from a cult to a demonic cult and become the enemy of the entire martial world, do you?”
Leng Yufang suddenly understood, “This subordinate understands, this subordinate will go now.”
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