This night, the immortal husband and wife, who left the apartment and did not plan to return to the Four Seas Dragon Palace Hot Spring, spent the night in the mountain.
They teleported to Wufu Mountain, the highest mountain in Panyun City, found relatively flat land, and temporarily placed a two-story wooden house.
The wooden house had it all; tea, pillows, quilts, and all kinds of spiritual fruits. It was the same as home or might even be better, because there was no interference around, no need to set up an enchantment to do some XXOOs.
Feng Yang loved this temporary residence instantly. He asked Mo Ting to bring a bowl of spirit fruits, and the two sat at the door, chatting casually while looking at the stars.
Only Feng Yang wanted to chat, and Mr. Xianjun actually didn’t want to talk. He just wanted to talk about the great harmony of life in bed, or on the couch.
The atmosphere in this place was very pleasant, making his dragon nature a little restless, ready for action!
The hand unconsciously touched Feng Yang’s waist. Obviously, at first, he just hugged his waist in a very normal way, but then, the hand touched where it wanted to touch as if it had its own consciousness.
Slap!
“Our life is long, so don’t be so anxious, Husband, can you?” Feng Yang picked a fruit and blocked Mo Ting’s mouth. “It’s been a long time since I enjoyed the quietness of the sound of the wind in the forest.”
“I’m sorry, the atmosphere is so perfect. I almost forgot that my wife is a cute bird.” Mo Ting stroked Feng Yang’s hand, then untied his outer robe and draped it over Feng Yang’s body
“After we go back, let’s plant a large area of sycamore trees, and when the time comes, as long as my wife is happy, we will live in the sycamore forest at night, okay?”
“Okay… by the way can you play a guqin?”
“Originally, I couldn’t. But for my wife, I can do anything.” Mo Ting replied casually.
On the table near them, Feng Yang saw not only a guqin, but also a guqin case and a jade flute. Not far from the jade flute was an incense burner and a strange but familiar fragrance slowly wafted from it.
“This incense?”
“Do you smell something familiar?”
“Cicada fragrance?”
“Isn’t your husband very considerate?”
Feng Yang looked at the proud xianjun silently, smiling, “Since my husband is so considerate, I will play my favorite song for him.”
Mo Ting propped his chin and nodded.
Feng Yang gently strummed the strings, the sound was beautiful, and represented a good quality guqin he rarely ran into. He couldn’t help but continue to strum.
He played a piece of music that Mo Ting had never heard before. It was slow and melodious at the beginning, but later it became very light and cheerful. A bit like a little bird jumping in the forest after the morning mist cleared, or like dew ticking among the leaves.
Obviously the mountain had been dyed with the color of late autumn, a little desolate. But the tunes Feng Yang played made it seem like he was returning to midsummer.
Seeing this, Mo Ting took the jade flute to his lips. Feng Yang turned his head to look at him, his eyes were full of smiles and anticipation, thinking that it would be a wonderful thing for two people to play a song together.
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Feng Yang’s hand fell lightly on the strings and the guqin sound stopped. He looked at Mo Ting suspiciously. “What’s wrong?”
Mr. Xianjun said in great distress, “It’s okay.”
Feng Yang: “…” No, you don’t look like you’re okay!
Mo Ting spinned the jade flute in his hand. “It is said that I was born smart, and I can do most things at first sight, but I don’t know anything about this rhythm. How about we play chess, baby?”
Feng Yang: “…”
This time it was Feng Yang’s turn to distress. He was not born smart, but his aptitudes were not bad. But for playing chess…
He could play chess, it’s just that he never won.
However, playing chess with a lover was not a competition, it didn’t matter to win or lose.
Feng Yang nodded. “Shall we play a round?”
Mo Ting took the guqin and jade flute and got a Go game set. The ink jade and the white jade chess pieces were extremely good in quality, but Mr. Xianjun on the other hand loved the bling bling things so much that even the chess pieces were inlaid with diamonds. When one of them fell, it sounded beep-beep and flashed.
“Do you want me to play easy?” asked Mo Ting.
“No thank you.” In any case, he would probably lose.
Feng Yang snapped his fingers lightly, and a small flame slowly floated up. It split into four balls in mid-air, becoming bigger and bigger, and turning into four fireballs the size of a football ball.
The surroundings became brighter, and the diamonds on the chess pieces seemed to shine even dazzling. A certain xianjun liked this flashy feeling. He held a chess piece and put it on the chessboard. Feng Yang also put a piece along.
With a smile on his lips, Mr. Xianjun put on another chess piece.
Feng Yang’s mentality had always been in a straight line, because he didn’t care whether he was winning or losing.
He estimated that he couldn’t beat Mo Ting, after all, Mo Ting had lived for more than three hundred years, and besides, he had invited him to play chess on his own initiative, so Mo Ting’s chess skills should be very good.
Unexpectedly, the more they played, the more unreliable he was.
Mr. Xianjun was about to lose, and at this time, he couldn’t sit still anymore, and felt that his old face was hot and ashamed.
Losing chess wasn’t a big deal, but losing to his wife was. In terms of musical instruments, he couldn’t play a song together with his wife, and now his chess playing skill was even worse than his wife, unacceptable!
Feng Yang was also a little puzzled. In his nearly twenty years of life, he had not played chess much and he never won. That was the reason he hated chess for a period of time and was not interested in it.
But who would have thought that he won today?
Feng Yang looked at Mo Ting who still had a faint smile on his lips unsurely, “You didn’t let me win, did you?”
Mo Ting smiled very shamelessly, “How can I let my baby lose? You can only be happy if you win, so baby must win!”
It was as if it were true.
Oh, Feng Yang felt a little sweet but also a little weird. He put away the chess pieces. “Oh? Then, want to play again?”
Mr. Xianjun didn’t even look at his very precious chess pieces, saying, “No, it’s cold here, let’s go inside!”
It was quite cold in the forest, so Feng Yang did not object. He put the chess pieces back and followed Mo Ting back to the wooden house, then took a bath.
Where there were dragons, there was never a shortage of water, and where there were phoenixes, there was no need to worry about heating.
As soon as the two of them cooperated, a large bucket of hot bath water was ready. Feng Yang, who was not shy at all, took off his clothes and sat down comfortably in the bathtub.
Mr. Xianjun couldn’t take his eyes off of him. After a moment, he walked to the bathtub and gently pinched Feng Yang’s nose. “You wash first. I’ll make some tea for you, drink it to warm up when you come out.”
Feng Yang nodded.
Mr. Xianjun went to the kitchen and secretly began to grind his remaining three-leaf golden scale.
When Feng Yang finished bathing, a big cup of hot ‘tea’ was ready. Mo Ting first took a soft bathrobe and put it on Feng Yang, and then handed the ‘tea’ to Feng Yang’s mouth.
Feng Yang took a sip without thinking.
Because the color was dark brown, he didn’t think about anything else.
When he finished drinking, his body felt warm. Otherwise, it would be a little cold when he just came out of the water, and the thing he hated very much was when he was out of the water after a hot bath.
In order not to be the light bulb, Hua Cheng went to the woods and came back after a long circle, just to witness the whole process of Mo Ting grinding the three-leaf dragon scale.
Hua Cheng tried to keep his mouth shut.
But soon, Feng Yang discovered the abnormality.
His spiritual roots began to recover quickly. According to the previous progress, it might take him a while to fully recover, but now, it was like someone had injected a large amount of healing potion into his spiritual root crack!
“What did you just give me to drink?” Feng Yang was anxious.
“Three-leaf golden scale… tea.” Mo Ting asked, “How do you feel?”
“I…” Before Feng Yang finished speaking, two lines of blood flowed from his nose.
He felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, so hot that he wanted to tear his clothes! He had always been afraid of cold and heat, but now, he wanted to jump back into the water!
“Don’t worry, this situation is normal and will pass soon.”
Knowing that Feng Yang was uncomfortable, Mo Ting lowered his body temperature and quickly held Feng Yang in his arms, to make him feel better.
Feng Yang felt cooler and instinctively wanted to get closer. He wiped the blood with the sleeve of his bathrobe and put his hand into Mo Ting’s shirt a little eagerly. Mo Ting’s skin brought a chill to his palm.
“Oh!”
He simply tore Mo Ting’s clothes! A sturdy chest was exposed!
Mo Ting: “…”
The surprise came so suddenly that Mo Ting was caught off guard!
Mo Ting picked up Feng Yang and brought him back to the bathroom.
Feng Yang had no idea what Mo Ting did, but his bath water changed back to its original clear and hot, but without the bubbles and fresh petals like before.
Mo Ting put him back and sat down with him.
Feng Yang was hugged by Mo Ting, his back was against Mo Ting’s chest, the cool feeling made him sigh comfortably.
But it still doesn’t work!
“Hmm?”
Mo Ting knew exactly what Feng Yang wanted, but he refused to immediately follow Feng Yang’s wishes. He raised his neck to bear Feng Yang’s kisses, and forced down the desire in his body.
“Should I go and fry some cicadas for you?”
“Who said I want cicadas? I want you!” Feng Yang stared at him, beads of sweat hanging on his forehead, looking anxious and angry.
“Do you want it or not? If you don’t want it, I’ll go find a cold pool!”
“I want, I want it so much! Baby! I will give myself to only you.”
Mo Ting hugged Feng Yang even tighter, and then…
XXOO
When the heat completely subsided, it was already two hours later. Feng Yang was wiped clean and exhausted, lying on the bed, looking at Mo Ting who was not even half tired.
He was distressed at the thought of the three-leaf golden scale that had been used up, so he took a breath angrily, “We’ll play chess tomorrow! The kind that doesn’t use strength.”
Mo Ting smiled and said, “Ok, good, don’t use strength.”
Feng Yang closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Mo Ting patted him lightly, made sure he was asleep, and quickly tiptoed up from the bed to go to the living room, whispering, “Yan Liu!”
After a moment, Yan Liu came out from a portal. “Xianjun, what’s your order?”
Mo Ting asked him, “Who is the best chess player in the immortal world?”
Yan Liu said, “That’s naturally the Emperor.”
Mo Ting nodded, “Hurry! Go to the Imperial Palace!!!”
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