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"Massage chair?"
Ying Bing's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her beautiful Phoenix eyes narrowed.
Visibly, the smile on her beautiful face disappeared, seamlessly transitioning to icy coldness, as pure and aloof as an Immortal.
Li Mo: "!"
He sensed that the Ice Cube's heart, as clear as jade, seemed to have produced some slight ripples at this moment.
What happened?
He hadn't said anything.
It was just a massage... Speaking of massage, Xiao Li couldn't help but recall the "Flower-Plucking Finger."
Ahem, there seemed to be some techniques in it that indeed made one blush.
For example, 'Skillful Hand Threading,' 'Orchid Caressing Jade,' 'Two Dragons Seizing the Pearl'...
Just as he thought of this, her faint voice came from beside his ear:
"Now... it's not broken yet."
Referring to the second layer of Phoenix Cries Heavenly Marsh.
Mental communication might not allow them to know each other's thoughts, at least not at this stage; they could only vaguely sense each other's emotional fluctuations.
But that vague feeling was enough.
"..."
The girl's gaze seemed to be saying, 'I'm listening to your excuse.'
It suddenly made Li Mo feel like 'it's back, it's all back.'
"Well, a unique technique, you see, as a Dual Cultivation Cultivation Technique, Phoenix Cries Heavenly Marsh also..."
Bang—
The wooden door slammed shut.
"I'm going to Sword City to give a lecture tomorrow, so I need to rest."
"You should too, early."
The Ice Cube's voice came through the door.
"Alright."
Xiao Li sighed helplessly.
In the future, when using the second layer of Phoenix Cries Heavenly Marsh, he must be careful.
Although he was a gentleman, he was still a male, so it was inevitable that his thoughts would wander and he would have some suggestive ideas...
This was normal; everyone had various emotions and Random Thoughts in their hearts, even the Ice Cube had moments when her heart couldn't help but fluctuate.
Thinking about it alone was nothing, but if it were known, it would be a huge problem...
Ahem, he was thinking a bit too deeply!
Li Mo returned to his room. He still had to tutor Princess Xiao Jiang, and then he needed to conserve his energy.
Copying strange stones was an extremely mentally taxing task.
He pushed the door open and returned to his room.
"Speaking of which, I suddenly feel that when the Ice Cube is cold, it's actually more normal..."
.....
The next day.
Autumn always arrived a bit earlier in Yunzhou.
During spring and autumn, it was often misty and cloudy, adding a touch of ethereal mystery to this land.
"No wonder it used to be a flourishing place for Swordsmen."
As Li Mo stepped out of the door, he saw Senior Brother Ouyang clutching his head, sitting there in self-doubt.
The strong smell of alcohol wafted from him.
"How much did he drink?"
"Ouyang is heartbroken."
Shen Yunfei said in a low voice.
"Huh? What happened?"
Li Mo was stunned.
When did Senior Brother Ouyang ever have a relationship?
Wasn't he an artist? It was well known that artists' romantic lives were usually not smooth.
Shen Yunfei said, "Yesterday at Bao Huan Restaurant, a beautiful woman recognized Junior Brother Ouyang and greatly admired his paintings. The two had a very pleasant conversation."
"Isn't that good?" Li Mo looked at Ouyang.
Shen Yunfei continued:
"The story that followed was more convoluted."
"The more they talked, the more they felt each other was a soulmate. The beautiful woman said that Junior Brother Ouyang's painting skills were exquisite and that he was also the artist for "the overbearing female emperor falls in love with me," so she proposed that Junior Brother Ouyang paint a portrait for her."
"Who knew that in the end, Junior Brother Ouyang would be robbed of his love!"
"Robbed of his love?!"
Xiao Li's expression became serious.
Although Senior Brother Ouyang was a bit greedy for money, had a bit too much dirty material in his head, and was a bit weak in martial arts, overall, he was a good person.
Besides, didn't the person who bullied Senior Brother Ouyang know that he was from our Qingyuan Sect?
"And the person who stole his love, Junior Brother Ouyang couldn't do anything about him."
Shen Yunfei's expression was strange.
Li Mo waved his hand and said seriously:
"Although our Sect Elders are not here, I, your Junior Brother, still have some influence in Hengyun Sword City!"
Li Mo walked behind Ouyang and patted his shoulder:
"Senior Brother, cheer up, we won't lose face. Tell me who that person is, speak boldly."
Ouyang looked up.
Seeing the serious face in front of him, his pained expression became even more painful.
He raised his finger...
"Hmm?"
Li Mo realized that Senior Brother Ouyang was pointing at himself.
Could it be that he hadn't sobered up?
Xiao Li moved a bit to the left.
Ouyang's finger also moved over.
Xiao Li moved a bit to the right again.
Ouyang's finger followed again.
Li Mo: "?"
Why was he locked on?
"Junior Brother Li."
Shen Yunfei sighed, wanting to speak but hesitating:
"That woman not only wanted a portrait but also wanted Junior Brother Ouyang to resume his old profession."
Resume his old profession?
It was well known that Senior Brother Ouyang's old profession was...
"The male and female protagonists are 'Jiang Chen' and herself."
Li Mo: "......."
So, she wanted an artist to draw fan art of the woman he liked with herself? This could only be described as extremely self-green...
Just thinking about it hurt, it hurt so much.
After a moment of silence.
He comforted him, "Artists' romantic lives are never smooth. The more failures in love, the better they become at painting."
"You will definitely become a great painter in the future, famous throughout the world and [N O V E L I G H T] recorded in history."
Since the Tianming Divine Eye said so, it must be true.
Senior Brother Ouyang burst into tears completely.
It was clear that he was truly very sad.
Everyone: "...."
Junior Brother, you are good at comforting people.
Amidst his embarrassment, Li Mo also felt a bit strange: "Something's not right, Senior Brother is overly sad."
Shen Yunfei and Xu Zhiqing exchanged glances, are you sure it's not because of you?
To be safe.
Li Mo activated his Tianming Divine Eye and looked over.
Then he raised an eyebrow.
【Name: Ouyang】
【Age: 27】
【Bone Root: Master of Painting.】
【Realm: Guan Shen Four Apertures.】
【Tianming: Blue-Purple】
【Evaluation: Extremely talented at drawing women. "the overbearing female emperor falls in love with me" made him extremely wealthy, so he no longer lacks money. After suffering from heartbreak, he reflected deeply and made great progress in the Dao of painting.】
【Recent Encounter: Met a female fan impersonated by Yin Mianmian, fell under her Gu, and is currently crying stormily.】
Yin Mianmian was still in Yunzhou?
She stayed in Yunzhou, and yesterday, since he didn't go to Bao Huan Restaurant, she sought out Senior Brother Ouyang, who was relatively closer to him...
"Coming for me?"
Li Mo's heart sank slightly.
That Rain Listening Pavilion Saintess, her strongest point wasn't combat... freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
And he didn't know if this was her personal action or related to Rain Listening Pavilion.
"Oh, right, Junior Brother, a message from the Sect says that Elder Qian and Elder Xue are already on their way."
"That's great."
Li Mo felt a slight relief in his heart.
The Elders were still astute and reliable, having thought of the dangers of being too prominent, so they came to provide support.
The Qingyuan Sect had indeed garnered considerable attention this time.
......
Before long.
Li Mo led Ying Bing and Jiang Chulong out of the small courtyard and headed towards Hengyun Sword City.
The thin mist was hazy; although it wasn't raining, as long as they walked for a while, their clothes would get damp.
There were still many pedestrians on the street, but fewer Jianghu wanderers.
They had all gone to Hengyun Sword City to attend the lecture.
Their teacher was still on the way. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Each Sword Ying could give a seven-day lecture in Sword City.
Jiang Chulong carried a small backpack, her small eyes constantly scanning the ground under the cloth straps. When she saw discarded bottles, jars, broken kites, or torn clothes, she would go pick them up and then catch up.
Her small figure appeared and disappeared in the rain and mist.
Ying Bing, on the other hand, walked as if strolling among clouds, her skirts lightly dancing with Immortal Qi.
They ascended to the mountainside of Sword City.
The three passed by a lonely pavilion.
There was a figure in the pavilion.
"Sirs, would you be interested in having me tell your fortune?"
The woman's voice came.
