noffsinger Chapter 464 Silence
Chapter 464 Silence
The moonlit night sways and breaks in the autumn water, quiet and desolate.
Equally deserted were the sleeping hall at the deepest part of the garden, the small wooden building near the lotus pond, and the moon-viewing platform in the palace in the garden...
The bedroom was dark and hazy.
The starlight and moonlight that came in through the window flowed slowly on the jade tiles, and a quiet and slightly warm breath mixed with the rich aroma of wine drifted in the air... accompanied by the woman's slight breathing.
Shuyue was the only one sleeping on the huge bed.
Her delicate little hands tightly grasped the velvet towel, her fair and delicate chin lightly tucked the thin quilt, her slightly closed eyes trembled from time to time, and her curved eyelashes swept the starlight in the room.
There is nothing else in this bedroom except a bed and a dressing table.
The dressing table was empty; the family had just arrived and hadn't had time to set up their things.
However, the jade bed beneath the moonlit window had been made incredibly soft by my aunt and Qing Huan, with a thin and beautiful rouge quilt, a cozy cotton pillow, and a warm and delicate little velvet blanket.
So that Shuyue can have a comfortable sleep here.
Shuyue drank a lot of spiritual wine in the Xueyi Tower last night. Even though she was not very drunk, facing the compliments and praises from the Yujing masters, she was still quite interested in toasting with her husband. It can be said that she came with great enthusiasm and left with great satisfaction.
The Jindan Yuanying took turns standing up and coming to him to toast.
Walking Lady, Fairy Shuyue, peerless beauty, smart and free and easy, humble and modest, gentle and amiable... many beautiful words that she had never heard before also came into her ears.
More than ten years ago, she was just an ordinary woman hiding in Huima Lane, anxiously waiting for her husband to come home.
Even after Zhao Qingcheng became a monk, the cultivators in Yongning Prefecture would still praise her generously, but the jokes between those acquaintances were completely different from the praises from these unfamiliar cultivators in Zhongzhou.
What about the peerless Senior Sister Shuyue, what about the elegant and free-spirited Sword Fairy, what about the approachable and approachable Walking Lady...
Wang Shuyue naturally understood that those people wanted something from Zhao Qing, but even so, she was still immersed in the laughter with joy in her heart.
Especially when her husband always held her in his arms, teasing her with a smile as he drank one cup after another with her, she would be drunk even if she wasn't drunk...
"Husband."
"You haven't taught me how to practice the Xiuluan Sword yet today... Come back early tonight."
"What if Shuyue can't detect her spiritual roots when she goes to the Dharma Hall?"
Shuyue's delicate and exquisite profile flushed slightly, and she was slightly tipsy with a bit of intoxication and trance. Her cute and innocent look when twisting her waist and turning over was still as endearing as the Aokiji girl.
"Husband."
"Shuyue will give you a child."
"A mortal's lifespan cannot compare to that of an immortal master. By the time my husband has achieved success in his cultivation... I'm afraid Shuyue will already be old and faded..."
She frowned slightly, and there was a hint of bitterness between her straight nose and soft cherry lips, but also an unconcealable hope.
There were vague mumblings and faint drunken snoring, which was very cute and lovely.
"Zhao Qing! You didn't even bring your amulet with you when you went out today! What do you want to do?"
"Being buried with my husband in Yunshan... is the best destination for Shuyue."
"My husband is an immortal master, and I am afraid that I won't be able to grow old with him..."
"Husband, look at me!"
"Zhao Qing, I have spiritual roots. I can live for a long time, right? I won't die of old age, right?"
"Did my husband eat his fill at Junior Sister Gu's place in the Dan Hall?"
"Husband... Yue Nu will obey you from now on."
"Zhao Qing! What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Husband, I now possess divine consciousness. Let's go to Liuli Island next winter."
"Linglin's study has published a new storybook. Husband, please leave quickly—"
"Zhao Qing...you are my sword!"
"Husband, Shuyue is about to establish her foundation. Come and study thunder magic with me."
"..."
As Shuyue whispered softly, her slightly furrowed brows trembled, and her pair of misty and innocent eyes slowly opened. After glancing at the empty bedding beside her, she seemed to wake up for a moment.
She turned her eyes and looked at the moonlight and starlight outside the window. A smile appeared unconsciously on her drunken face. She turned over and fell asleep hugging the quilt beside her.
It's just like hugging the warm stove beside my pillow on a winter night...
But now she is already a walking lady.
……
The night wind stirred the autumn water in the pond, and the ripples shattered the starry sky.
At the westernmost corner of the pond garden, there is a lonely small wooden building standing quietly.
At first glance, the quiet little wooden building seems to be no different from the pavilions that can be seen everywhere in the garden.
Narrow, short, and steep wooden steps extend from the stone corridor, leading to the simple and quaint wooden door. The delicate window lattice is like a tight prison bar, with only a ray of faint light shining through.
This wooden building is only ten feet square and cannot accommodate too many miscellaneous items. It appears darker and quieter than the bedroom.
A ray of quiet moonlight came in through the window, just falling on the woman's gentle and beautiful profile.
The chain made a slightly dull sound as it dragged on the wooden boards.
Qinghuan was ordered by her master to kneel beside the door. She smiled and pursed her red lips, enjoying the quietness and beauty of the place alone.
As for the natal butterfly belonging to Bai Yu's disciple, it followed its master and flew away into the distance.
Only this gentle and delicate body is left.
Occasionally, she would slightly raise her graceful neck to breathe softly, and occasionally her slender fingers would curl up and tremble as if she was exhausted...
Gu Qinghuan tried hard to restrain her slender hands. Now, even if her body was not touched, she could sink into the depths of lust for her master at any time. This made her vaguely feel an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
Compared to making the white jade poison, compared to shedding all the colorful life butterflies, compared to successfully transforming a ruler into a spear... Qinghuan felt even more filled with joy and could hardly contain his emotions.
It seemed that this was equivalent to adding a mark to her soul, a mark she had longed for.
……
The gentle and melodious flute sound echoed, drifted beyond the pond and garden, and went away with the cool night breeze.
The melody, which no one had ever heard before, seemed particularly pleasant and soothing, and carried the tranquility and gentleness unique to women.
It was different from the melodious sound of the Lingqin, and even less like the passionate and dense sound of the Pipa that was like falling raindrops...
This corner of Mingchuanfang seems to have become more peaceful with the music.
On the highest platform of the pond, garden and palace.
Chu Hongning was dressed in gorgeous moon-white gauze, with her graceful sleeves and ribbons swaying in the night breeze.
Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she lifted her arm to gather her hair... She held the jade flute horizontally before her, and kissed her crimson lips softly...
The long and gentle melody echoes, as if playing with the quiet night wind, playing the starry sky and the hazy autumn water.
There are countless chaos and noises under the clear moon, but also that elusive sense of depth and tranquility among the boundless mountains and rivers.
The beauty hides the past and present, and the lotus is ashamed of the jade face.
The Lemon Fairy, who had long been famous in the State of Chu, now had her watery eyes slightly closed and her hair dancing lightly, appearing tranquil and beautiful in both movement and stillness.
The night wind blew across my face, lifting the sleeves of her gauze dress, and the hazy figure on the platform also swayed with it.
Isolated from the world, floating like a fairy.
Chu Hongning had a gentle smile between her eyebrows and played the flute softly and slowly.
Even at this moment, there was no communication with Zhao Qing.
But as long as this song echoed in the pond garden, Zhao Qing would inevitably smile knowingly.
This song sounds familiar.
But it also has less of a sad feeling of parting than before.
There are three versions of "Yangguan Qu", and this is the last one... which was left in Zhongzhou.
At a certain moment, a bright smile suddenly appeared in the red lemon water eyes.
The originally gentle and soft melody came to an abrupt end, like a gurgling stream being abruptly cut off...
There was now a hint of joy and happiness in this Yangguan song, and a hint of playfulness and mischief appeared in the woman's smiling eyes.
She seemed to have thought of some new ideas to play with Zhao Qing... The ideas flashed in her smiling eyes.
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Every place in the pond garden is extremely quiet and deserted.
But the coldest ones are naturally the lazy and indifferent white-haired fairy and the cold and frosty beauty in red.
The quiet room has no windows, and the formation has sealed the spiritual consciousness. Only with the thin light... can one barely catch a glimpse of the hazy scenery.
Zhao Qing hugged the plump and flawless body tightly in his arms, and his heart was beating fast. While his blood was surging, Qinghuan's life butterfly could not avoid suffering some torture.
Si He's white hair spread out like frost and snow.
She leaned naked in Zhao Qing's arms, and in her deep and beautiful eyes, besides the laziness and casualness, there was a hint of subtle charm and playfulness.
Zhao Qing held the graceful waist in his arms tightly. The touch of the delicate and undulating hips made it difficult for him to control himself and his soul was swaying.
The white-haired woman tightened her goose neck, and her trembling beauty tendons extended into her collarbone, enchanting and seductive.
Xiaoyi, dressed in red, lay lightly on the bed, her cold face slightly flushed with shame and anger, but she still kissed her husband and Si He from time to time.
Zhao Qing stared at the lazy and cold face in front of him, and when he looked back at Xiaoyi's humble appearance again, he felt that his blood was like a river with the floodgates released... and it roared into his head.
He instantly brought with him a powerful spiritual sense and madly suppressed Si He's weak Mingtang.
……
A faint fragrance floats in the air.
The white hair was scattered, and the cloud clothes and red clothes were piled up in a mess.
The two delicate bodies in Zhao Qing's arms were as soft as jade, and both looked at him coldly and indifferently.
Even though they had each already sunk deep into lust, their expressions and cold eyes rarely revealed any emotion, but instead were filled with contempt and disdain.
This made Zhao Qing even more excited, and he was determined to subdue these two little contrasts.
Occasionally, he felt a soft, cool touch on his ears and neck.
Whether it was Si He's gentle kiss or Xiao Yi's light lick, it seemed as if his heart and liver were trembling slightly, and the elixir in the furnace became hotter and hotter.
Si He's dark brows relaxed slightly, her beautiful eyes wandered, and she would occasionally give a light kiss on her soft lips, seeming to be close yet distant.
When those eyes, filled with both charm and disdain, looked at Zhao Qing, it seemed as if to say...Spending this night with Xiaoyi is the master's gift to you.
Xiaoyi slowly hugged her husband's shoulders, and her hot and moist breath slowly sprayed into Zhao Qing's ear canal, but the man turned her head over and ravaged it wantonly.
There was a hint of contempt and mockery in her expression.
While allowing Zhao Qing to bully him——
Her chin, covered with snow-white fat, is slightly raised, and her half-chin is even colder, as if to say... I want you to give back to me the dignity that Si He trampled on tonight.
Facing these two charming yet cold and stinking faces, Zhao Qing's heart was already trembling with excitement.
What's more... for a moment, he actually experienced the pleasure that belonged to pure happiness.
……
Half a pool of autumn water, a ridiculous night.
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The next morning.
The entire Mingchuanfang was talking about one thing... the same thing.
That matter concerned the future of all clan business houses and the future of many settled cultivators.
Mingchuanfang, which originally belonged to the third branch of Shattered Star, was handed over to someone else!
The palace and courtyard that originally belonged to Master Fan have now lost their formation patterns and their pressure, and it is obvious that he has left this place to build his workshop.
Even though there were a lot of rumors last night, no one expected that the change of ownership of Mingchuanfang would happen so quickly.
It was so fast that many clans had no time to take action, and even the various business houses did not have much news!
If it was just a change of ownership of the workshop, they wouldn't have to be so surprised.
But in the past, Mingchuanfang only circulated within the Broken Star, either from the Three Veins to the Seven Veins, or from the Seven Veins to the Two Veins...
I have never made any contact with outsiders!
Not to mention handing it over to a foundation-building cultivator!
Various business houses gathered at Tianyi Pavilion and heard a lot of information from Zhuo Yu of the Zhuo family.
For example, among the six people in the group, the man who has established his foundation has the most honorable status.
Shattered Star Fan Jingyun also once called him "Master Zhao", although the noble young man said it casually and gave the name of Master to his female companion.
But the cultivators in Mingchuanfang were not that foolish. Everyone knew that the man surnamed Zhao was the one who truly held power.
"For someone like Fan Jingyun to come and greet him from afar, and even offer a warm welcome, he must not be a cultivator from the Broken Star Holy Land."
"With such a high level of foundation building cultivation, the power behind him must possess immense strength and power."
"I originally thought they were the young masters of the seven ancient Zhongzhou clans... but with the surname Zhao, it's clear they aren't descendants of any of the ancient Zhongzhou clans."
"Perhaps it's a direct descendant of the other three holy places? The sword head of the Nine Swords? Or perhaps a talisman from the Southern Immortal?"
"My uncle has news about someone from another state!"
"Perhaps he is a member of a certain lineage of the Twelve Towers of Jade Capital. Don't act rashly. Wait for the Star-Breaking Platform Trial and observe before visiting him!"
"walk!?"
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West Lane.
On a long street just a few miles away from Yihe Pond Garden, there stands a magnificent palace quietly.
The light and graceful carvings are integrated into the plaque, yet it retains its agility and elegance - Xunyao Palace.
Deep in the Yao Palace, mist slowly rises, and the sound of splashing water echoes with the chirping of birds.
One graceful body after another is faintly visible, and it is very erotic... This is a Hehuan Tower belonging to the Yuelian Sect.
"Mingchuanfang has changed hands and is now in the hands of a very powerful Mr. Zhao."
"His foundation-building skills are the same as ours..."
"I heard he's not a cultivator from Zhongzhou, and his identity is extremely mysterious. He's most likely the young master of some immortal sect."
A charming woman lifted her slender feet and slowly crossed her long and graceful legs and stepped out of the warm pool.
She chuckled disdainfully and shattered the fantasy of these bitches with her casual words: "What does this have to do with us? We just have to wait for the arrangements made by the sect."
"Do you still want to follow me and leave Yuelian?"
A burst of laughter spread throughout the warm pond.
The wet hair seeped out of the water, splashing all over the sky, and the girl was as elegant and refined as a lotus emerging from the water.
But her every frown and smile was filled with a charming and ecstatic look. Her charming and seductive waist twisted slightly, and she smiled back, "It would be nice to sleep with you for a night, let's try it~"
"As for leaving Yuelian with a man, hum hum——"
"I heard that Master Zhao brought five female companions with him... He's quite fond of beautiful women."
"Want to go out for a walk?"
"Great! The debate at the Star-Glancing Terrace is about to begin. Once the young lady arrives to watch the ceremony, we won't have any chance." The charming woman gazed at him and whispered.
But he quickly sneered and shook his head: "I guess even Master Zhao has never truly found the joy of practicing dual cultivation~"
The flirtatious girl laughed at herself nonchalantly and said, "Humph, they don't even like us. Just look at us from afar and don't make yourself look boring."