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His fingertips continued to explore gently yet firmly, lightly touching the core of that secret realm, warm and lustrous like a precious pearl.
"Ming!" Gu Zhaorong convulsed, letting out a long, suppressed sob, tinged with a hint of crying. The stagnant energy around her instantly dissipated like a thousand...
The water, having breached the dam, surged and poured out in a torrent.
The expected exhaustion did not occur; instead, an unprecedented sense of clarity and ease swept through my body, as if long-accumulated impurities were released.
After expelling the toxins, my mind became clear and lucid.
She slumped into Su Mu's arms, her eyes brimming with tears, her gaze towards him complex and indescribable, a mixture of girlish shyness and something more.
There was a hint of reproach from an elder who had been offended, but also a deep sense of relief and a kind of indescribable closeness.
"Thank you for your guidance, Aunt Gu. Mu'er seems to understand a little." Su Mu straightened her clothes, her tone sincere.
"You, you little devil..." Gu Zhaorong caught her breath, glared at him coquettishly, her cheeks still flushed, "This is nothing."
This is just the beginning! You still have a lot to learn!
She paused, then her voice suddenly softened, carrying a hint of cunning and provocation, "Next, it's your turn to be this talisman, so that Aunt Gu can..."
Let me teach you what true... masterful brushstrokes are.
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Chapter Sixty-Five: Erasing the Pen
Gu Zhaorong had to admit that she really liked Su Mu's proactive and assertive demeanor. But as an elder, she had to find a reason to salvage the situation.
A little face is enough
Absolutely, absolutely not because I wanted to take the opportunity to feel Mu'er's firm body!
She extended her slender fingers, gently lifted them, and traced the sharp angles of Su Mu's face, slowly moving them downwards with a subtle tremor, brushing across...
His sharply defined collar eventually fell to the front of his slightly open collar, revealing the breadth of his chest and the hidden strength beneath.
"Mu'er," her voice was softer than usual, a mix of reproach and resentment, yet with a subtle allure, "just now you probed Gu like that..."
"It's time to make room for Aunt Gu Yi in Aunt's snow-capped mountain formation, so she can properly unleash her artistic talents, right?"
“Alright, Mu’er will listen to Aunt Gu.” With that, Su Mujing proactively raised her hand and slowly loosened the belt around her waist. Her outer robe loosened, revealing the fine inner garment.
A strong, well-defined chest. It wasn't overly bulging muscle, but rather a physique with smooth lines, brimming with youthful vitality; beneath the skin seemed to lie hidden...
Full of vitality.
Gu Zhaorong's cheeks flushed crimson, like rouge, her gaze seemingly drawn by a magnet, yet tinged with girlish shyness. She took a deep breath, her fingertips...
Finally, trembling and with boundless tenderness, she gently touched that warm chest.
"Mu'er, you need to calm your mind and carefully experience the speed, slowness, lightness, and heaviness of Aunt Ding's brushstrokes..." Her fingertips slowly slid across his chest muscles.
Sometimes flowing smoothly, sometimes with pauses and rhythms, it was as if he were truly using his fingers as a brush, outlining invisible talismans or characters on the "Xuan paper" of his heart.
sentence.
The firm touch on her fingertips and the warmth of the young body made her heart flutter, and her movements trembled slightly as she put pen to paper.
Yet it became increasingly smooth and effortless.
Mu'er's chest was so broad and warm, so reassuring. A surge of emotion welled up within Gu Zhaorong, and her body gradually went weak, half of her...
Her delicate body involuntarily leaned against Su Mu.
With this lean, her plump, soft "snow-capped mountains" inevitably pressed gently against Su Mu's hips, following the movements of her hands and buttocks as she wrote.
The undulations, seemingly and imperceptibly caressing, bring waves of indescribable intimate sensation.
Su Mu lowered her eyes slightly, and what she could see was a breathtaking expanse of snow-white scenery.
The towering peaks, nestled against her backdrop, appear even more full and robust. The crimson "eye" at the summit stands tall, like a red plum blossom in the snow, its beauty enhanced by the emotions just experienced.
The flowers are vibrant and beautiful, with the snow on the peak just beginning to melt, adding a touch of glistening snow water to the red flowers, making them even more alluring.
"Mu'er," Gu Zhaorong noticed his lingering gaze and tried to remain calm as she spoke, her voice trembling slightly.
Focus on appreciating the brushstrokes, and don't let the surrounding snow scene distract you...
Upon hearing this, Su Mu composed herself and refocused her attention on the subtle rhythm conveyed by Aunt Gu's fingertips.
Gradually, he noticed something amiss. Aunt Gu's fingertips weren't moving randomly; the trajectory, the pauses, clearly indicated she was writing something. He
Concentrating on the strokes of the brush, carefully appreciating each line made by the fingertips, a gentle and knowing smile gradually appeared on the corner of my mouth.
It turns out that Aunt Gu was using this to convey feelings that were difficult to express in words.
Seeing that he had already understood, Gu Zhaorong was naturally shy, but the sweetness and satisfaction in her heart were even greater.
It was noon, and faint sounds of commotion and lamentation could be heard from outside the window as the sect leader urged his senior sisters to practice their skills.
Inside this room, the two of them, though elder and younger, seemed like an ordinary couple, oblivious to all worldly opinions, silently...
They conveyed the tender feelings that were quietly growing between them.
Because of her status, Aunt Ding usually restrained herself greatly, and only through this subtle and understated method could she convey her most sincere and deepest affection.
He gave it to him. The fingertips that brushed against it were clearly...
As the brush touches the paper, the ink reveals the writer's heartfelt intentions.
A warm current surged through Su Mu's heart, like spring sunshine melting snow. He lowered his head and gently kissed the fragrant top of Gu Zhaorong's hair, as a...
A silent yet firm response.
Feeling his tender response, Gu Zhaorong blushed deeply, her cheeks turning even redder, her heart filled with immense joy.
The regret of not being able to satisfy him last night has now found a way to make up for it, giving her a sense of courage to go all out.
Her fingers slowly moved downwards, tracing Su Mu's firm, powerful abdominal muscles, finally stopping below his dantian. There, a...
The mighty brush "quietly awakens, stands tall, and displays vigorous vitality and aspiration."
"Mu'er..." Gu Zhaorong's voice trembled slightly, yet it was filled with a certain determination, "Aunt Gu would like to borrow your pen for a moment, is that alright?"
Su Mu's gaze softened, and she nodded with a smile: "Aunt Gu, please use it without worry. Mu'er... couldn't be happier."
With permission granted, Gu Zhaorong gently placed her fingertips on the scorching pen, feeling the astonishing heat and powerful pulse emanating from it.
And the clearly discernible meridian lines on it. Her palms were damp with fine beads of sweat from nervousness, adding to the slippery feel.
Her fingers carefully explored the tip of the "pen," gently parting the concealment to reveal the full, crimson "pen tip." There it was...
A single, translucent drop of ink had already formed at the center of her head, poised to fall. Gu Zhaorong lightly brushed it with her fingertip, creating a silver streak.
Her face was extremely beautiful.
"Mu'er... there's ink on your brush, let Aunt Gu wipe it for you first." Her voice was barely audible, filled with an unprecedented shyness and awkwardness.
She began to gently cup his hands and stroke him up and down. Though her movements were slightly clumsy, she was extremely careful and gentle, afraid of hurting him in the slightest.
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Su Mu felt the awkward yet sincere comfort, and his heart was filled with emotion. He recalled how Aunt Gu had taken care of him when he was injured when he first arrived at the sect.
She was so gentle and meticulous, yet slightly flustered.
Back then it was pure familial care, but now it is intertwined with indescribable romantic feelings, adding a touch of excitement.
"Aunt Qing..." Su Mu spoke softly, his gaze falling on her lips, which were becoming even more luscious with emotion, "Mu'er...can you taste the ones you planted..."
Strawberries?
Gu Zhaorong paused, instantly understanding what he meant, her cheeks flushing crimson. She hesitated slightly, but ultimately remained composed.
The mosquito-like creature responded softly, "...Yes, okay."
With permission, Su Mu lowered his head and gently put a ripe, plump "strawberry" into his mouth. He had already tasted Xiaoxiao's...
That slightly immature feeling, and I also experienced Aunt Hu's full and smooth body.
The strawberry that Aunt Gu raised was the most succulent and sweet, so soft that it melted in his mouth, allowing him to lick and suck it as he pleased.
"Mmm!!" She wanted to rebuke him for his "insolence," but the words turned into an even more alluring breath.
At the same time, she unconsciously quickened her pace, carefully "wiping" the "giant pen" back and forth countless times until her whole body felt tingly.
The energy within his dantian went out of control again, and a surge of heat rushed out.
Under this extreme stimulation, Su Mu could no longer control himself; his brush trembled, and a thick stream of white ink shot out, splashing onto Gu...
On Zhaorong's palm, it seemed as if the most direct and fervent response was written—one.
A gentle breeze stirs between the words, and emotions subtly shift like silk threads.
Gu Zhaorong collapsed into Su Mu's arms, breathing heavily. Looking at the mess, her temples throbbed slightly, and she didn't know how to clean it up.
However, the overwhelming sense of satisfaction and joy deep within him ultimately overcame all his distress.
She raised her slightly trembling hand and gently stroked Su Mu, who was still engrossed in "tasting strawberries," her eyes overflowing with tenderness.
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Chapter Sixty-Six: Write Your Name
A faint fragrance of spiritual ink and a subtle, almost imperceptible sweetness filled the air, while the surroundings were a mess.
Gu Zhaorong's hair was slightly disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and she leaned softly against the edge of the table. Just now, she had been fooling around with Su Mu and even tasted the spiritual fruit on the plate.
It really overwhelmed her.
She gently patted Su Mu's head, who was still nestled in front of her, seemingly wanting more, her voice soft and doting: "Okay."
"Alright, Mu'er, stop fooling around. If you keep going like this, Aunt Gu's health will be ruined."
Su Mu then raised his head, a few fruit stains still clinging to the corner of his lips, glistening, with a barely perceptible strand of silver thread connecting them, which he casually wiped away.
go with.
Gu Zhaorong gave him a playful glare, straightened her slightly open collar, and tried to adopt the air of an elder: "You child, you really rely on..."
"With Aunt Gu spoiling you so much, you've become increasingly unruly. Today I was supposed to teach you the art of talismans, but I wonder how much you've actually learned?"
Su Mu smiled but remained silent, his gaze falling on the blank, specially made talisman paper on the table. He slowly extended his right index finger, and a wisp of pure true energy quietly gathered.
The next moment, he lightly raised his wrist, using his finger as a pen, and began to write on the talisman paper in mid-air with a virtual touch!
Gu Zhaorong's originally shy and reproachful expression froze instantly, turning into utter shock!
Su Mu's fingertips danced, flowing smoothly, and invisible streams of spiritual energy imprinted themselves onto the talisman paper, leaving clear and stable marks.
Rune trail.
The control of force in the transitions and connections—the "concealed tip" of the brushstroke, the "centrality" of the stroke, the flowing rhythm of the brush, and the "vigorous strength" of the finishing stroke—all these qualities are evident in the restrained and subtle approach to writing.
Compared to when she was teaching him step by step, his progress was not only rapid, but he had practically undergone a complete transformation!
In a short while, a talisman with a complete structure and vivid charm was formed.
With a flick of his sleeve, Su Mu activated the talisman, causing a soft and stable glow of candlelight to rise, its warm and pleasant light lasting for a long time.
"Aunt Gu, what do you think of this candle talisman? Is it acceptable?" Su Mu turned her head to look at Gu Zhaorong, a smile playing on her lips.
Gu Zhaorong was speechless with astonishment.
This…this is more than just passable! How long has Mu'er been practicing talismanic arts? This talisman is of superior quality, and he can even write in mid-air with his fingers as a brush.
A talisman! This is a technique that a Golden Core stage talisman cultivator might use!
Gu Zhaorong narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked Su Mu up and down: "Were you really focused entirely on comprehending the Dao of Talismans just now?"
Su Mu met her probing gaze, his eyes frank yet tinged with a hint of mockery: "Naturally, I'm comprehending the Dao of Talismans. Otherwise, Aunt Gu would think..."
What was Mu'er doing just now?