Chapter 8: Mo Qing's Feelings Are Settled

  Looking at the content of the book, Mo's eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

  "What does 'Ask him and he won't answer, support him and he will laugh' mean?" The following explanation also left Mo Mo baffled: "This move is only suitable for one person in the world to practice."

  Is it just one person? Who is it? Could it be me? Mo Mo couldn't help but sneak a peek at the next page's moves, thinking to herself: If only one person can cultivate it, isn't that very difficult?

  But when Mo Mo opened it, those moves weren't that difficult. So Mo Mo slowly continued to read on. The book of "Qing Jian Jue" unfolded before Mo Mo's eyes like a dance. Until the candles on the table had burned out, Mo Mo finally put down the book and went to sleep.

  Every night was like this, but Mo didn't practice any moves, treating it as a book of endless changing paintings.

  June 6th is the birthday of the old lady, and it's also the first happy event since the death of the second master. Everyone's face is filled with joy. Other sects also sent people to congratulate her on her longevity.

  At the wedding banquet, the elderly woman at the top seat smiled with joy, as if she had returned to her youth. Qianyi was the first to come out and present a gift, taking out the longevity cake she made with her own hands.

  "Old lady, Rain also dances for you, how is it?" Xing Ruyu had abandoned her princess title since being left at Wuming by Li Sixiang and focused on being a manager of the Cold Moon Hall.

  "Good, good, Yu'er's dance, I've watched it a hundred times and still can't get enough of it."

  Xing Ruyu got up and took a fan, jumping to the center of the stage. Her slender waist slowly turned, her red shirt fluttered, and the fan in her hand slid along with her clothes, drawing out golden winds... The fan was thrown into the air, and her sleeve swept across, feeling a strong gust of wind blowing by. The hundred blessings picture behind Old Lady suddenly scattered. When the fragments fell to the ground, a huge longevity character appeared on the wall. Everyone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, Mo Mo was even more stunned, and his heart was filled with emotion: Xing Ruyu is not simple at all.

  "Boss, today is the old lady's birthday. I'm throwing out a brick to attract jade, and we're all looking forward to your gift." Old fox Qin was very dissatisfied with Mo being the boss and came out to pick faults.

  "Uh... I don't know anything either." Mo Mo said with a guilty conscience. She thought about how she had grown up in the countryside since childhood, and hadn't learned any of the traditional arts like music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. She had never even seen a dance performance before, let alone learned any dances herself. Just as she was racking her brains for a solution, an image suddenly flashed into her mind - the map that she saw every night. Mo Mo stood up and curtsied to the elderly lady, smiling as she said "Country bumpkin, I don't know if I'm worthy of your attention." Then, she walked over to where Xing Ru Yu had just been standing. Everyone was taken aback, not having expected Mo Mo to actually come out and dance. Lian Yue had already stood up to try and shield Mo Mo, but was stopped by the look in Mo Mo's eyes.

  Mo Mo thought about the posture in that book and started learning it.

  Raise your hand and stretch it forward. Slowly open it, like a lotus flower blooming. Throw the lotus flower to the crowd. Turn around and draw a circle in the air with both hands. From that circle, waves of jasmine fragrance spread out. All the curtains on the stage flew up and danced. Everyone's clothes were blown backwards. Mo was suddenly frightened and stood still on the spot.

  The wind has dispersed, leaving only the fragrance of flowers wafting through the air. Everyone in the hall is staring at the dark ink on the ground.

  "The master of the Mo family. What an impressive skill!" The host of the Fourth Soul Palace stood up and applauded, shouting "Good!" Then the other masters also praised one after another. Mo could only suppress his shock and respond to these people. "Thank you, thank you. I'm just a minor success." "You're too kind, you're too kind."

  It wasn't until nearly midnight that they managed to drive away those clan leaders and palace masters. Lian Yue then went with Mo Mo to her own room.

  "Momo, can you do kung fu?" Lian Yue's face was full of excitement.

  "Auntie, if I said those were the dances I learned, would you believe me?" Mo decided to tell Lian Yue the truth. She looked up and saw Lian Yue's unreadable face, but a smile was still there.

  "Where... did you learn that? Who taught you?" Lian Yue asked tensely, looking outside to make sure no one was around.

  "I... saw it in a book, I know it's kung fu, but I also feel that it's not kung fu," Mo said, expressing her own doubts.

  "Do you feel something is different with yourself?" Lian Yue worried about Mo Mo's body.

  "No, Auntie, today is my first time practicing" Momo's heart was a little excited, hoping that Lian Yue would praise herself.

  "Where did you get that book?" Jian Yue's shocked emotions overflowed from his words.

  "Not at all, it's just a dream." Mo Mo didn't intend to deceive Lian Yue. "Auntie, that book is in my room, do you want to take a look?"

  "Alright, Auntie won't look anymore, let Auntie take a look at you." Lian Yue also felt around like Han Lin, pressing here and there. Unconvinced, she took hold of Mo Mo's pulse.

  "Aunt, I'm fine. You see I'm not hurt." Mo Mo proved it by waving her hand vigorously, but all that could be heard was a faint "whoosh" as the wind passed and the curtains fluttered. The wind stopped, the curtains fell still. The bedroom was filled with the fragrance of jasmine flowers.

  Momo stared blankly at her own hand, then looked up to ask Lianyue with her eyes. Lianyue was staring blankly at the curtain, "Where is your book?" Lianyue wanted to make sure Momo's kung fu wouldn't harm her body.

  "In my room" Mo was dragged back to the bedroom by Lian Yue. She lifted up the neatly arranged quilt, and Mo took out that book of decisive love. Lian Yue flipped it open but couldn't see anything unusual.

  "Auntie, this doesn't seem like a martial arts manual either, it looks more like it's teaching people how to dance." Mo said, pointing at the moves.

  "Hmm, I don't see anything either, MoMo, how long have you been looking?"

  "Not long ago, I started again when I came back last time." Mo Mo took the book handed over by Jian Yue and put it under the pillow, "I didn't practice either, just looked at it."

  "I'm afraid from now on, your peaceful days are over." Lian Yue lovingly stroked Mo Mo's head.

  Yan Yue's words came true! Within ten days, unnamed challengers arrived one after another. But they all lost to Mo Mo. From then on, rumors spread throughout the Jianghu: The unnamed master of the arena had ethereal and agile martial arts skills, unmatched by anyone.

  On this day, another young man appeared at the gate of Wumen. The one who opened the door to greet him was Li Siheng. "Young hero, Mozhuzi has been battling for days and his body is not suitable for fighting again, can you wait for a few more days?"

  "But I came from afar and didn't plan to stay for long." The young man replied with a difficult expression. Li Si wouldn't be unaware of the youth's embarrassed purse.

  "The young hero can wait inside." Li Si Xing made a please gesture and ordered his men to prepare the best guest room, to treat the youth well.

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  In the octagonal pavilion, a person stood facing the wind, their dark clothes fluttering in the breeze. Their sharp eyes were closed, and their handsome sword-like eyebrows flew into their temples. The hand holding the sword hung at their side. "Mo Zhu, how much longer do you want to watch?" Li Si Xing opened his eyes and looked at the small person in front of him.

  "Until you open your eyes, hehe." Momo playfully winked and sat on the railing, ever since she had her powers, Momo no longer suppressed her playful nature, using her powers wherever possible.

  "Mo Zhu, you've changed." Li Si Xing sat down beside Mo Mo.

  "Yes, I used to worry that Mother would be bullied, worried that I couldn't protect her, afraid that I wouldn't be able to beat others. Now I'm not afraid anymore, Mother has the Emperor's protection, and I have my kung fu too. Hehe" Mo Mo swung his legs, "I heard another one is coming?"

  "Yes," Li Sihang replied, looking at the red-shirted people from near and far.

  "I'll go take a look" jumped down from the railing, walked to Li Si Xing's front, patted his shoulder, and stole a glance at the red-shirted Xing Ru Yu, with an ill-intentioned smile, floated away. Leaving behind a room filled with a faint fragrance. Mo Mo heard from afar the tender voice of Xing Ru Yu in the pavilion, "Si Xing, am I... not pretty anymore?"

  "No, Yu'er is the most beautiful." Li Sihang's rarely indulgent gaze appeared.

  "I know Mo Zhu is prettier than me, but... after all, men and women are different..." Xing Ru Yu's eyes were filled with tears.

  "I know, I know, I'll be careful next time." Li Sihang wiped away the tears in Xing Yu's eyes.

  "They were together, huh?" Momo muttered to himself. "But... they're all guys..." He couldn't understand it. "Can't men like men too?" A voice suddenly appeared, startling Momo and making him jump up to look at the source of the sound.

  "Which hall are you from?" Mo asked with great authority.

  "That's not my courtyard either" The young man suddenly closed the distance, so quickly that it was hard to see how he did it. "What, don't you recognize me?" The young man inserted a jade hairpin into Mo Mo's hair.

  "Are you... Wu Ye? Li Wu Ye?" Mo Mo wasn't seeing him for the first time, but in a purple robe, not on his cold face, icy and transparent, jade-like clarity, he was stunningly beautiful. That beauty blurred his gender, forming an elegance that I had only seen once in my life.

  "How did you come out during the day?" Mo asked in surprise, asking the first question that came to mind.

  "Hehe, how... you want..." Li Wuye's fingertips lifted up MoMo's chin, while MoMo was in a state of mental blankness. She didn't push away Li Wuye's hand.

  Subconsciously, Mo Mo followed the question and asked "What are you thinking?" "Or... do you want to see me tonight?" Putting down her finger, she smiled and walked away. Mo Mo's whole body shook, and a red flush instantly filled her shy face.

  Mo Mo also forgot to go see that challenger. Ran back to the room, thinking, would Li Wu Ye come tonight? However, waiting for her at night was not Li Wu Ye, but a lantern. Mo Mo followed that lantern for a long time, the lantern was held in someone's hand, she wore a white robe, reaching her waist, with a golden ring on her slender index finger.

  The lantern went out beside a lake, and Mo woke up as if he had returned to his soul. What he saw was peach blossoms flying all over the sky. Mo stared blankly, almost unable to breathe.

  "Isn't it beautiful?" A sudden voice sounded from behind.

  "Yes" Mo replied subconsciously, suddenly startled, turned his head around, and saw the woman carrying a lantern again. This was the second time Mo had seen her. And this time, everything about her came alive. Her body stood straight as a beam of white light pouring down, without any wind, motionless. Her face was indistinct, seemingly that of a young maiden, yet also seemingly that of a middle-aged old woman.

  "What did you bring me here for?" Mo thought that with her kung fu skills, she had nothing to fear.

  "If you eat the mysterious inkstone, this place will be different." The beauty swung her sleeve, and the scenery was originally extremely beautiful, but suddenly, those pink petals all turned into dark blue blood, spreading all over the sky.

  "I don't want it like this!" Mo cried out in fright.

  "Whatever you do, don't trust people with blue tears on their face, and don't eat the mysterious black stone." The beauty's sleeve waved again, and the bloodstains disappeared instantly, but the bloody smell still lingered around her nose, refusing to disperse.