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As he spoke, he extended his index finger, the tip imbued with a barely perceptible amount of true energy, and gently glided it across the back of Gu Zhaorong's hand. The touch was delicate and luminous.
Smooth, cool as jade, yet subtly revealing the warmth of blood.
"Why don't you come with me and let me experience how the paper reacts when I write using this method?"
Gu Zhaorong's body twitched almost imperceptibly, but she didn't immediately withdraw her hand. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks beneath the light veil, her long, thick hair...
Her eyelashes trembled slightly.
“That’s okay.
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Chapter Sixty-Four Snow Mountains
"Mu'er, the foundation of formations lies in talismans; the origin of talismans lies in brushstrokes."
Qing Zhaorong stretched out her slender hand, picked up the brush, and dipped the tip in the spiritual ink.
"When putting pen to paper, the sharpness must be concealed, the energy contained, like spring snow just melting, a gentle stream flowing beneath the surface..." Gu Zhaorong explained softly, her wrist slightly lowered, the brush...
The tip gently touches the surface of the talisman paper.
At the same time, Su Mu's fingertips gently traced the first stroke on the back of her hand, following the trajectory of the pen.
Under Su Mu's fingertips, the skin on the back of Gu Zhaorong's hand seemed to be touched by the invisible brushstrokes, radiating a faint warmth.
The feeling was wonderfully indescribable; at first, it was like a spring stream melting thin ice, cool yet full of life; then it was like a gentle stream flowing over the smooth surface of the stream.
Bluestone, smooth and rounded.
"Mu'er...it's here." Gu Zhaorong's voice trembled slightly, like a zither string being plucked by a gentle breeze. (Writing...requires...)
Like a stream flowing over crevices in the rocks, its power needs to be channeled more deeply.
She focused intently on the sensations conveyed through her pen and fingertips, guiding Su Mu to perceive the extremely subtle flow of true qi and the control of force.
Su Mu possessed exceptional comprehension and quickly grasped the key points. His fingertips no longer passively followed the flow but began actively exploring the true energy.
direction.
His fingertips gently traced the delicate veins on the inside of Gu Zhaorong's wrist, his movements light and graceful, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of a lotus pond at dawn.
The water flows by, touching and then leaving, yet leaving behind ripples and patterns.
Each touch was extremely light and slow, carried with the utmost caution and respect, yet it seemed to precisely strike a certain spot within Gu Zhaorong's body.
At some invisible node.
Each gentle tap brought a subtle yet undeniable warmth, a warmth that not only coursed through her skin but also seemed to travel along...
Following some hidden path, it reaches the depths of the heart, stirring up ripples.
"No, this stroke must have a long, continuous line, and the overall flow of energy must be unbroken."
As Su Mu's fingertips explored, she felt a slight tightness in her chest, an indescribable tension rising from the depths of her heart, her hand holding the pen...
With a slight tremor, the brush slipped from his fingers and gently rested on the table.
Su Mu was already immersed in understanding the unique talisman paper and its "brushstrokes," and without needing further demonstration, he followed his own mysterious senses.
Keep exploring.
His fingertips slowly slid along her arm, finally reaching Gu Zhaorong's slender neck. There, the pulsation of blood could be clearly felt through her warm skin.
Come on, the stirrings of life are so real.
Gu Zhaorong tilted her head back slightly and let out a barely audible sigh, which sounded both comfortable and unbearable.
"Ah... your true energy... needs to flow more slowly..." she instructed, struggling to maintain a steady tone. "Your intention is too hasty..."
The shape... will dissipate.
Upon hearing this, Su Mu's fingertips lingered briefly on the pulsating veins on the side of her neck, as if quietly sensing the rhythm of life, her delicacy and focus drawing attention.
A faint blush rose to the skin on Gu Zhaorong's neck, like the sunset dyeing white snow.
His fingertips then gently moved downwards, tracing the delicate curve of his collarbone, each joint protrusion and indentation like a key stroke in a landscape talisman.
Touch, meticulously depicted.
As he approached the fertile area above his heart, Su Mu's movements became even more solemn and appreciative.
His palm hovered in the air, slowly tracing the shape of the garment with his spiritual intent, his fingertips occasionally brushing against the fabric, creating a subtle, almost imperceptible effect.
The pressure swirls around on that soft, smooth surface.
"Mmm..." Gu Zhaorong felt a gentle yet powerful warmth seep into her from his fingertips, slowly filling her chest, making her heart skip a beat.
The fingertips curled slightly.
"Aunt Gu," Su Mu leaned close to her ear, her voice low, "this talisman seems to be a bit cramped in terms of space."
Upon hearing this, Gu Zhaorong stiffened, and a blush rose to her cheeks, like a drunken blush.
Silence spread through the room, broken only by the faint crackling of burning incense and the gradually merging breaths of the two.
Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind. Her long eyelashes lifted, her eyes shimmering with tears, carrying a hint of reckless shyness and an indescribable feeling.
trust.
"Then..." She stretched out her slightly trembling fingers, hooked the collar of the moon-white dress, and gently pulled it down.
The soft fabric slid down her smooth skin, instantly revealing her fair, full, snow-capped breasts, which had been confined by clothing.
The open space provided a wider and more unobstructed area for this unique talisman drawing.
At the summit, the two most crucial formations, their crimson hues full and vibrant, stood slightly erect in the air, like blossoms blooming in the wind amidst the pure white snow.
The red plum blossoms await Su Mu's arrival and description.
"Thank you, Aunt Gu." Su Mu lowered her head to quietly admire the scenery. It was indeed beautiful, not only in its form but also in the grandeur it contained.
The vitality and spirit ignited a strong urge in him to wield his brush and ink.
Without further hesitation, he used both hands and began to carefully outline the undulating "snow mountain" shape with his fingers instead of a pen.
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Its scale and color are magnificent; even with his five fingers spread wide, he could not completely encompass it, yet each finger seemed to possess its own spirit, placing the brush precisely at the right moment.
Whether light or heavy, slow or fast, it leaves invisible traces on every inch of the soft, smooth snow.
Gu Zhaorong couldn't help but let out suppressed sighs, her voice tinged with solace. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, and felt the unique sensation of cultivation.
A touch, tinged with inquiry, and a soft sigh escaped his lips.
When Su Mu's fingertips found a spot where spiritual energy was particularly concentrated, resembling the eye of a formation, and began to gently twist it with a specific rhythm, she...
His body jolted suddenly, as if struck by lightning!
The array's core is the most concentrated and also the most sensitive and vulnerable point of this place's spiritual energy; with just a slight test, the entire "snow mountain" violently trembled.
It trembled, the wind whistling rapidly, as if urging or pleading.
"!!"
As Su Mu continued his in-depth exploration of the "array's core," Gu Zhaorong felt her energy surging like a tidal wave, and a dormant force stirring deep within her dantian.
The heat flow was almost out of control.
Unwittingly, a warm spring silently overflowed from the "secret realm" portal, causing the entire "mountain" to tremble violently and finally collapse completely like an avalanche.
Without support, she collapsed softly into Su Mu's firm, warm embrace.
"Ah~ Mu, Mu'er, slow down... otherwise Aunt Gu won't finish teaching, and the formation here might collapse first." She leaned back in his arms.
Her eyes were misty and shimmering with moisture, filled with the shimmering beauty of spring, as she whispered almost pleadingly.
“Don’t worry, Aunt Gu,” Su Mu said, putting his arm around her. “Next, let Mu’er try to stabilize this formation.” He still gently pressed one hand on the Spirit Gathering.
Focusing on the "eye," the other hand slowly moves down, hovering above the dantian (lower abdomen). A warm sensation, like the gentle warmth of sunlight, permeates the palm.
"Haaah~ Mu, Mu'er, no!" Gu Zhaorong quickly grabbed his hand, a hint of panic in her eyes. "This place... is the core of the secret realm, you mustn't..."
"A single move can affect the whole body; if one acts rashly… one's true energy will instantly pour out like a torrent, impossible to control!"
"It's alright," Su Mu lowered his head and placed a light, feather-like kiss on her already flushed, jade-like earlobe. "Aunt Gu, our Mianhua..."
Isn't Zong the one who values following one's heart? At this moment, let's act according to our hearts. Let this torrent clear away the blockages, and perhaps new life will emerge.
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's entire face contorted in agony as she let 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, gave him a playful glare, her face still flushed with annoyance, "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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Its scale and color are magnificent; even with his five fingers spread wide, he could not completely encompass it, yet each finger seemed to possess its own spirit, placing the brush precisely at the right moment.
Whether light or heavy, slow or fast, it leaves invisible traces on every inch of the soft, smooth snow.
Gu Zhaorong couldn't help but let out suppressed sighs, her voice tinged with solace. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, and felt the unique sensation of cultivation.
A touch, tinged with inquiry, and a soft sigh escaped his lips.
When Su Mu's fingertips found a spot where spiritual energy was particularly concentrated, resembling the eye of a formation, and began to gently twist it with a specific rhythm, she...
His body jolted suddenly, as if struck by lightning!
The array's core is the most concentrated and also the most sensitive and vulnerable point of this place's spiritual energy; with just a slight test, the entire "snow mountain" violently trembled.
It trembled, the wind whistling rapidly, as if urging or pleading.
"!!"
As Su Mu continued his in-depth exploration of the "array's core," Gu Zhaorong felt her energy surging like a tidal wave, and a dormant force stirring deep within her dantian.
The heat flow was almost out of control.
Unwittingly, a warm spring silently overflowed from the "secret realm" portal, causing the entire mountain range to tremble violently and ultimately collapse completely like an avalanche.
Without support, she collapsed softly into Su Mu's firm, warm embrace.
"Ah~ Mu, Mu'er, slow down... otherwise Aunt Gu won't finish teaching, and the formation here might collapse first." She leaned back in his arms.
Her eyes were misty and shimmering with tears, filled with the vibrant colors of spring, as she whispered almost pleadingly.
“Don’t worry, Aunt Gu,” Su Mu said, putting his arm around her. “Next, let Mu’er try to stabilize this formation.” He still gently pressed one hand on the Spirit Gathering.
Focusing his gaze, he slowly lowered his other hand, hovering it above his dantian. The warmth in his palm was like the gentle caress of sunlight.
"Haaah~ Mu, Mu'er, no!" Gu Zhaorong quickly grabbed his hand, a hint of panic in her eyes. "This place... is the core of the secret realm, you mustn't..."
"A single move can affect the whole body; if one acts rashly… one's true energy will instantly pour out like a torrent, impossible to control!"
"It's alright," Su Mu lowered his head and placed a light, feather-like kiss on her already flushed, jade-like earlobe. "Aunt Gu, our Mianhua..."
Isn't Zong the one who values following one's heart? At this moment, let's act according to our hearts. Let this torrent clear away the blockages, and perhaps new life will emerge.