ebookland Chapter 195 Conquer me, you’re dreaming!
Chapter 195 Conquer me, you’re dreaming!
It was already very late at night. On the sacred mountain, everything was silent. Only the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the occasional roar of beasts in the distance broke the momentary tranquility.
Most of the Lingshan disciples were already immersed in dreams.
However, in this tranquility, there is a proud phoenix, Mu Qing, who is lazily lying on the thick branches of an ancient sycamore tree with his eyes closed for a nap.
This ancient tree has gone through many vicissitudes of life, just like an old man quietly guarding this land.
Suddenly, a demonic energy surged quietly, breaking the tranquility.
Mu Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, she suddenly opened her eyes, jumped up from the branch, and stood steadily on it.
She looked up at the sky, her deep eyes revealing determination and sharpness.
Use your spiritual sense to sense the source of the evil energy and try to trace its tracks.
Mu Qing's figure flashed and she transformed into a colorful phoenix. Her wings spread out, as dazzling as a rainbow.
She flapped her wings and flew high into the sky, soaring in the night sky, searching for the whereabouts of the evil spirit.
However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not find any clues.
After circling in the air for a few times, the colorful phoenix reluctantly stopped searching.
She flew back to the ancient tree and transformed back into human form.
Mu Qing sat on a thick branch, looking into the distance with a sharp gaze.
She said to herself, "I'd better report this to Master tomorrow and see what he decides.
I wonder if Master has calmed down now? I changed my mastership to Master Zhenren today, which must have broken his heart."
Thinking of this, Mu Qing couldn't help but sigh, and an inexplicable worry surged in his heart.
……
Mu Qing lay comfortably on the tall sycamore tree, his body stretched out and relaxed.
Her hands were lightly crossed on her chest, as if she was enjoying this peaceful and beautiful moment.
The bright moonlight fell gently on her body like fine threads, covering her with a layer of light silver gauze, adding a bit of otherworldly temperament.
All around, the cries of spirit beasts rose and fell, like a melodious nocturne, adding a bit of vitality to the quiet night.
Mu Qing gradually fell asleep in this peaceful atmosphere, her breathing becoming soft and even.
However, at this moment, a strange black mist silently enveloped her and surrounded her in an instant.
As the black fog rolled, it transformed into a man in a black robe. His figure appeared particularly slender and mysterious in the moonlight.
The man in black robe was Chu Feng.
He gazed at Mu Qing who was sleeping soundly, his eyes full of tenderness and doting.
He carefully stretched out his arms and gently lifted her up horizontally, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
His figure was agile and firm, standing steadily on the sturdy sycamore tree, and its branches and leaves swayed gently in the breeze, as if applauding this heartwarming scene.
Mu Qing opened her eyes instantly. The Chu Feng in front of her made her feel both familiar and unfamiliar.
It turned out that the evil spirit was actually Chu Feng.
She asked in surprise: "Chu Feng, how did you become like this?"
Chu Feng's eyes slowly turned from red to black, which was a sign that the demonic energy in his body was gradually being suppressed.
He looked at Mu Qing in his arms, gently stroked her hair, and whispered, "Qingqing, have you also entered the Dao?"
Mu Qing shook his head lightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes: "I have been kneeling for a whole day today, but the Taishang Laojun did not show up and was unwilling to accept me.
It seems that I am still suitable for cultivation here."
Chu Feng heard this, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "You are back...but I can't go back...
I didn't see you today, and I searched everywhere for you, but you were finally taken away by my master and locked up in a dungeon."
Mu Qing widened her eyes upon hearing this. She looked at Chu Feng, her heart filled with confusion and worry.
She said, "Chu Feng, please let me go. Let's sit down and talk."
Upon hearing this, Chu Feng gently placed Mu Qing on the branch and put his arm around her shoulders.
He took a deep breath and asked, "Mu Qing, do you like me? Come with me."
"...?"
Mu Qing remained silent and did not answer.
Chu Feng was secretly delighted. They practiced together every day, and even if he just touched her lightly, she would slap him angrily.
But tonight, her obedience made him both surprised and confused, as if everything was quietly changing.
Chu Feng stared at the silent Mu Qing in front of him, doubts growing wildly in his heart like weeds. He asked again, "Mu Qing, do you like me, Chu Feng?"
There was a subtle tremor in his voice, as if the answer to this question was of vital importance to him.
Mu Qing raised his head, but there was no emotion in his clear eyes.
Mu Qing has only one pursuit in her heart - that is to become a goddess admired by everyone.
What she wants is the glory and status of standing above the nine heavens and being worshipped by the world.
To her, love between young men and women is nothing but a fleeting cloud.
Seeing that she remained silent, Chu Feng assumed that she liked him, and he felt delighted.
He suddenly leaned over and covered Mu Qing's lips with his warm lips.
Mu Qing opened his eyes wide, looking at this sudden kiss, but there was no ripple in his heart.
She let him kiss her as if she were enjoying a harmless drama.
Seeing that she did not resist, Chu Feng felt an inexplicable joy in his heart. He stuck out his tongue, wanting to continue exploring this woman who fascinated him.
Mu Qing's left hand gently rested on his waist, and his right hand turned silently, and a long sword with a cold glow instantly pierced his heart.
Chu Feng felt a sharp pain. He looked down and saw that the long sword in Mu Qing's hand had pierced deeply into his heart.
He looked at her in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock and sadness.
But even so, he still had a stubborn smile on his lips: "You are worthy of being Mu Qing, the more you are like this, the more I like you.
I will definitely conquer you and make you kneel down and beg me..."
Mu Qing sneered, pulled out the sword without mercy, and stabbed again. Without any hesitation, she continued to increase her strength and stab deeper.
Chu Feng's body shook violently, and he loosened his arms around Mu Qing's shoulders. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
Mu Qing drew out his sword and pushed Chu Feng off the thick branch with one palm.
She cried out, "You're dreaming!"
Chu Feng's body fell down at a high speed like a kite with a broken string.
However, at this moment, dozens of streams of light suddenly emerged, lifted up his body, and disappeared in an instant.
Mu Qing looked down and snorted coldly: "Tomorrow, I will report to Master.
I, Mu Qing, will kill you with my own hands, grind your bones into ashes, and make a great contribution.
I will gradually become a goddess above the nine heavens, and make everyone submit to me!"
Her voice was firm and resolute, as if she had already seen the glorious moment of herself standing above the nine heavens, worshipped by thousands of people.
Mu Qing sat cross-legged under the ancient tree, his eyes closed, concentrating his mind and calming his breath, sinking his energy into his dantian, and began to practice his skills with full concentration.
She wanted to completely force out of her body the stubborn demonic energy that Chu Feng had given her.
As her internal energy flowed, the demonic energy struggled in her meridians, but ultimately could not withstand her powerful will.
She slightly opened her red lips and muttered to herself, "I, Mu Qing, possess the most noble bloodline in the world and am the rarest five-colored phoenix.
Unyielding and proud are flowing in my blood, so how could I be easily conquered by you, Chu Feng? "
The autumn night wind does not seem so gentle. It blows Mu Qing's hair on his forehead wantonly, as if telling the loneliness of this season.
The golden leaves of the sycamore tree fell one after another like a golden rain, and a few of them happened to fall on her blue dress.
Her whole body seemed to be enveloped by a golden halo, instantly making this proud phoenix even more dazzling.
Mu Qing slowly opened his eyes, a look of determination in his eyes.
She picked up a golden paulownia leaf from her dress, gently stroked it with her fingertips, and whispered, "The phoenix only roosts on the paulownia tree."