Chapter 375 Xia He Cleansing Dust in the Night

Chapter 368 Xia He Cleansing Dust in the Night

"You brat, go to bed early."

"Okay, goodnight, Master."

Cheng Shou yawned and turned to go back into the house.

Cheng Huihui shook its fur and strolled back to its room.

Cheng Mo walked out of the courtyard, crossed the gravel path he had walked for eighteen years, and arrived at the large stone platform at the edge of the cliff.

The night sky over Zhongnan Mountain was as clean as if it had been washed, with countless stars and the Milky Way stretching across the sky from the eastern ridge to the western ridge.

After washing the dishes and drying her hands, Xia He, wearing Cheng Mo's slightly worn indigo Taoist robe, walked along the gravel path to the edge of the cliff, stood next to Cheng Mo, and took his arm.

A mountain breeze blew up from below the cliff, carrying the sound of pine trees, the scent of earth and grass, and the moisture from distant mountain streams. Moonlight spread across the mountains, illuminating the distant peaks in silvery white, while the shadows of the nearby trees were dark and indistinct, like a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Xia He leaned on his shoulder, gazing at the mountain shadows under the night sky: "Little Taoist, have you been falling asleep looking at scenery like this for the past ten years or so?"

Cheng Mo turned to look at her: "What are you thinking? Of course I'm sleeping inside, how could I possibly see the scenery?"

Xia He: "Can't you be a little romantic?"

Cheng Mo thought for a moment: "Could you describe bacteria in detail? What is their cell structure like? Do they have cell walls? Are they prokaryotes or eukaryotes?"

Xia He slapped Cheng Mo in the chest.

Snapped.

Cheng Mo took the hit squarely, then clutched his chest and bent over, his expression even more pained: "Ouch, no, I'm injured. I need to practice my skills right away."

Xia He tugged at his arm: "With such a beautiful night view, all you want to do is practice your skills?"

Cheng Mo looked up at the sky, then down at the ground, a puzzled expression on his face: "What does the night view have to do with practicing martial arts?"

Xia He took his hand and pressed it against her chest: "Then feel it."

Cheng Mo really felt it carefully. The palm of his hand felt warm and elastic, and his heartbeat was transmitted through the fabric, feeling particularly strong.

He frowned: "This isn't a night view."

Xia He's face was already flushed, but it was too dark to see clearly. This gave her a bit more courage: "Little Taoist priest, I think you're quite timid most of the time."

Cheng Mo was displeased upon hearing this and straightened his back: "Am I a coward? I beat up Master and Uncle today."

Xia He said expressionlessly, "Wasn't that just a brawl between you guys?"

Cheng Mo thought for a moment: "————That seems right."

Xia He took a step forward, closing the distance between them to less than a fist's width. A mountain breeze blew up from below the cliff, brushing her hair against his face.

"So," Xia He's voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing the stars in the sky, "would you like to do something even bolder?"

Cheng Mo swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You're not talking about that kind of thing, are you?"

Xia He wrapped her arms around Cheng Mo's waist, buried her face in the crook of his neck, pressed her lips to his ear, and whispered as softly as a wisp of smoke:

Little Taoist priest, love me.

Cheng Mo's body stiffened for a moment, his Qi flowed slowly around him, and the array patterns on the soles of his feet spread outwards, gentle and dense like ripples on water.

The array patterns drew a circle on the edge of the cliff, enveloping them within it.

From the outside, there was nothing on the large stone platform except for the moonlight and the night. From the inside, the mountains, pine trees, Milky Way, and moonlight were all clearly visible, and even the eaves of the Taoist temple in the distance could be seen.

Xia He looked at the transparent barrier, her fingertips touching a soft, warm layer: "What is this?"

"To isolate the aura." Cheng Mo's tone was somewhat languid. "Those outside can't see inside, and they can't get in."

Xia He chuckled softly, like the wind blowing through pine needles.

Cheng Mo's ears felt a little hot.

The wind was still blowing along the cliff edge, and the sound of the pine trees echoed in waves, like the breath of the earth. Moonlight spread across the barrier, gilding the entire cliff platform with a layer of silvery-white gauze.

Cheng Mo looked down at Xia He, and Xia He looked up at him.

The moonlight shone from the side, outlining her silhouette with a silver edge, and the edges of her hair shimmered with a soft light. Her eyes shone with a warm and gentle light.

Cheng Mo's fingertips touched her cheek; it was very hot, burning from her cheekbone all the way to her earlobe.

Xia He gripped his back tightly, causing deep wrinkles to form on the fabric of his Taoist robe.

The mountain wind suddenly picked up, and the sound of the pine trees surged like ocean waves, one after another, crashing against the cliff face. The Milky Way moved slowly across the sky, and starlight filtered through the barrier, falling on them and condensing into a thin layer of frost.

Cheng Mo's breathing gradually became heavier, and his chest heaved.

Xia He closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and leaned against his shoulder, her breathing gradually becoming even.

The wind is still blowing below the cliff, the sound of the pines is still echoing, and the Milky Way is still slowly moving across the sky.

Pink mist gradually rose from within the barrier, and Cheng Mo brushed the stray strands of hair that had fallen across her face behind her ears.

Xia He's lips curved slightly.

The night sky was filled with countless stars, stretching from the eastern ridge to the western ridge. Some were bright, some were dim, some were large, some were small, some were clustered together, and some were scattered in all directions.

Cheng Mo suddenly remembered something. This should also be considered a form of martial arts practice.

Xia He twitched her fingers slightly, drew a circle on his back, and mumbled something indistinctly.

The mountain breeze moved very, very slowly as it passed through the barrier, so slowly that it was almost imperceptible. The sound of the pine trees also seemed to come from a great distance, as if from another world.

The moonlight continued to spill across the cliff face, from east to west and back again.

The Milky Way slowly rotates, like a giant millstone, grinding the night into powder bit by bit, scattering it across the fields and villages below the mountains.

Dewdrops condensed on the grass blades by the cliff, each one round and glistening in the moonlight.

Pink mist surged and billowed on the large stone slab.

Big Yellow had somehow gotten outside the barrier, squatted down, tilted its head to look around, sniffed the ground, sneezed, turned around, wagged its tail, and ran back to the Taoist temple.

The big fox squatted on the eaves, its tail curled around its paws, squinting as it looked toward the edge of the cliff. It yawned and buried its head in its tail.

All the lights in the Taoist temple went out.

The whole mountain is asleep.

Only the cliff platform was still lit up—by moonlight, starlight, and the swirling pink mist.

It's very quiet.

very slow.

long time.

The night was stretched very long, like an unbreakable thread that wrapped from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top, completely covering it.

Dewdrops slid off the blades of grass and landed on the stone, making a very soft and delicate sound.

The moonlight had moved to the west, and the eastern sky was beginning to lighten with a pale, fish-belly white, like a brush dipped in water on rice paper.

Outline.

Xia He was sleeping soundly, breathing steadily, with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, probably having a sweet dream.

The mountain breeze blows up from below the cliff, carrying the dampness of morning dew, the fragrance of pine needles, and the scent of earth.

Looking at the lovely woman in his arms, Cheng Mo felt every pore on his body relax, his Qi flowing smoothly through his body like a mountain stream.

Xia He muttered, "Little Taoist priest—what are you doing—"

"Practice your skills."

Xia He mumbled something indistinctly: "Pervert."

Cheng Mo laughed out loud, but the laughter was carried away by the mountain wind and blended into the sound of the pine trees.

The pale light on the horizon grew brighter and brighter, slowly taking on a faint golden hue.

One by one, the stars faded into darkness, and the Milky Way became a faint white ribbon stretching across the receding night sky.

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