Duan Yun fell asleep as soon as he said he would, swiftly embracing half of the "seven points to the original energy" and dozing off.
During this nap, he slept deeply, constantly feeling as if he was resting amidst softness.
From morning until dusk, it wasn’t until the carriage wheel rolled over a stone, causing quite a bump, that Duan Yun gradually woke.
The first thing he saw was a piece of fabric with alternating black and white colors.
The next mont, Duan Yun realized why his sleep felt so soft.
Was this Leng Ying’s leg?
He looked upward, but the high peak blocked his view, causing Duan Yun to be unable to see Leng Ying’s face imdiately.
His first thought was that Xiatou deliberately put on his legs while I was asleep, right?
But then he realized he might be wrong.
He was seated opposite, which ant he was lying across the other’s leg.
Leng Ying must have noticed that he had awakened, and a cool voice drifted over - "Have you slept enough?"
Duan Yun got up and said, "Enough, enough!"
At this mont, Leng Ying’s face finally entered his field of vision.
Not the imagined disdain, but there was a hint of resentnt.
Duan Yun worried if he had accidentally done anything, saying, "I didn’t do anything, right? Don’t worry, if there’s anything, I’ll take responsibility."
Leng Ying bit her lip and said, "I don’t want you to take responsibility, nor is there anything to take responsibility for. You just called out a few nas in your dream."
"Nas?"
"You called Feng Ling’er thirty-four tis, Shen Ying sixty-six tis. I thought they were tricking before, but turns out you are indeed close with them," Leng Ying said coldly.
"We’ve spent a lot of ti together. Oh yes, they still owe silver," Duan Yun replied.
He didn’t know why sleeping and feeling like soft clouds would make him call out won’s nas. Could it be that spending too much ti with the Murong brothers made him behave strangely?
The responsibility lies entirely with the Murong brothers!
Leng Ying seed to completely ignore his explanation and said, "But I really can’t understand why you called a ’Ming Xing’ three hundred and sixty-five tis; she must owe you a lot of money."
It must be said, although Leng Ying usually looks indifferent, this analysis shows her sharp detective instincts.
Duan Yun really had no good explanation at the mont.
Ming Xing didn’t owe him silver; in fact, he owed her a favor.
However, at this point, instead of feeling bothered, Duan Yun felt relieved.
He recited their nas because they are masters, Feng Ling’er’s swordsmanship is quite feminine yet very stylish, Shen Ying’s Nine Death Silkworm skills he has long coveted, and Ming Xing, she’s special.
Not only is he interested in her Mingyu Divine Skill, but he has always wanted to fight her again, to defeat her and regain his dignity.
How could Old Demon Duan, Young Hero Duan, be one woman short?
Clearly, Leng Ying didn’t know any of this and said, "Stop the carriage."
When the carriage stopped, Leng Ying stood up and got off.
Duan Yun couldn’t help but poke his head out to watch, only to be chided by Leng Ying, "Peeking at soone’s convenience, you pervert, so downcast!"
She had been Duan Yun’s pillow for most of the day, which is quite natural.
Only then did Duan Yun realize and retracted his head.
Being scolded as downcast by Xiatou, this ti he really seed to be downcast; who could understand such a feeling?
It’s not true to say Leng Ying wasn’t angry.
For in her heart, Duan Yun seed to have forgotten both her and her sister, especially with soone he constantly rembered.
But the recent events told her that this Old Demon forgets a lot of won, beyond just nas.
Won always compare and compete in certain areas, which can invoke anger.
Sitting in the compartnt, Duan Yun thought about the maple tree on the cliff outside the window, involuntarily recalling that soft experience from his nap.
This ti, he slept deeply and comfortably, rare comfort.
Leng Ying offered him a sense of inclusion.
Yes, it was this sense of inclusion that made him feel soft and comfortable enough to sleep so long.
And at that mont, his gaze fell upon the characters sandwiched in the sutra, and suddenly, an epiphany struck him.
He understood!
He knew how to read those sentences!
These few pictographs were like sturdy n, seemingly stiff, yet critical, impossible to erase.
What he needed to do was to include.
To include these words with the sentences before and after!
In that instant, the pictographs seed to co alive, becoming as resilient as iron, while the words before and after them felt like Leng Ying’s leg, including them softly.
"Qi Realm, old roots intertwining, heart essence source flow, heart..."
This ti, Duan Yun found everything connected, his internal breath flowing with the sentences.
All of a sudden, he felt a surge of energy.
An upward surge of energy!
"Returning Essence Qi?" Duan Yun wondered.
For a mont, Duan Yun felt an urge to move upward.
Thus, he no longer suppressed the urge, letting the Qi circulate and shouted, "Charge!"
"Charge fiercely!"
"Charge ruthlessly!"
Only to see Duan Yun swing his hands to the side, a stream of invisible gas imdiately soared skywards, puncturing straight through the carriage top.
This surge was no small phenonon; the rush was akin to an exhilarating ascent.
Thus, Duan Yun couldn’t help but shout, "Continue!"
Leng Ying, who was originally squatting there, suddenly furrowed her beautiful brows hearing this.
Crazy?
But as the thought ford, she felt a forceful upward surge erupting!
A miraculous scene unfolded as Leng Ying’s urine reversed its flow and returned, leaving her in a state of bewildernt.
She felt a blankness in her mind but so extraordinarily refreshed.
The sa refreshing sensation was shared by her sister, Leng Yixue, sitting there.
From an aerial perspective, centered around Duan Yun, the trio’s hair billowed with an invisible stream rising from their heads.
This rush surged out from below, like a fountain.
At this point, the force abruptly halted.
Duan Yun couldn’t help but shiver.
Leng Ying and Leng Yixue shivered simultaneously.
A refreshing shiver.
Especially Leng Ying, her reversed urine flowed down again, inducing several shivers.
And at that mont, she just felt her mind was slightly blank, asking, "What just happened?"
Why, how peculiar?
Indeed, the recent surge had gone straight to her brain, clearing it out while surprisingly refreshing, resulting in temporary amnesia.
The sa temporary amnesia happened to Leng Yixue.
Sitting there with so confusion, wondering aloud, "What just happened?"
As the orchestrator of this surge, Duan Yun hadn’t forgotten; instead, through the hole in the carriage roof, he captured so traces.
He saw the rising Qi from Leng Yixue’s head slowly return to her body.
"Clearly, I activated the ’seven points to the original energy,’ why did her Qi also erge?"
"Could it be that the Returning Essence Qi involves others beyond just myself?"
At this mont, Leng Ying got back into the carriage, feeling both fulfilled yet entirely invigorated.
Seeing her head, Duan Yun found a wisp of Qi gradually settling into her crown.
Her sister’s Qi also surfaced?
Duan Yun couldn’t help but ask, "Did you feel anything special just now?"
Upon seeing his question, Leng Ying hastily covered her chest and lower region, saying, "Are you trying to ask about that feeling?"
Duan Yun quickly shook his head, "No, not that."
Leng Ying blushed instantly, "Not letting you see, you still imagine, then refuse to say and yet ask."
Duan Yun: "..."
Suddenly recalling, Leng Ying couldn’t help but fiercely say, "Ask your Feng Ling’er, Shen Ying, or whatever Ming Xing then! We Goddess Catchers have no obligation to tell you such things."
At this mont, Leng Ying rembered sothing and questioned, "The Ming Xing you ntioned in your dream, wouldn’t be the Palace Master of Mingyu Palace, right?"
The two Palace Masters of Mingyu Palace are martial arts legends; anyone who enters the Martial World rarely hasn’t heard of them.
Leng Ying as the Goddess Catcher had heard of them since childhood.
But their titles have always been "Palace Master," which is why she didn’t react imdiately.
Duan Yun replied, "Perhaps."
Leng Ying showed an expression of shock.
Old Demon Duan truly seems demonic, even aiming to ddle with the Martial World’s legendary Second Palace Master?
Seeing Leng Ying’s expression, Duan Yun realized she misunderstood again and quickly said, "It’s not what you think."
"Dare to think but afraid to admit, calling yourself a big hero," Leng Ying said.
Duan Yun said, "Where did I refuse to admit."
Feeling a bit sour, Leng Ying couldn’t help but remark, "Even if you want to, it’s useless. A red gate is a red gate; a wooden gate remains a wooden gate. An... young hero really overthinks."
In truth, she wanted to say, "You are an old demon, intending to play with Goddess Catcher, fine, but also wanting to toy with the Mingyu Palace’s Second Palace Master?"
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