Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Hengjiang County Government Office.

"My lord, I would like to request a leave of absence for a while and go on a long trip," Hong Lang said to Mo Qiushui, bowing.

This time, he planned to go to Yingtian City, the capital of Jinzhou.

During his last trip to the White Bone Plains, he seized a pile of spoils from the twelve centurions. He needed to find a way to sell them and see if he could exchange them for some resources for cultivation.

With just over twenty Blood Essence Pills in hand, the improvement in cultivation level at the Meridian Opening Realm is extremely limited.

This small place can't possibly eat so much food. Besides, Captain Yu Huai'an was killed by him. If his superiors find out that he was the one who did it, he might get into trouble. It's best to be careful.

He can't go to the White Bone Plains for the time being. Last time, he was only able to escape because of Monk Budu's help. He won't be so lucky if he goes there again.

With Zhou Liang watching closely from within, although he dares not make any moves in the short term, who knows what he might do once he breaks through to the Qi Gathering Realm.

"Last time you left without saying goodbye, and I only found out you went to the White Bone Plain when I returned to the yamen. This time you know to come and ask for instructions," Mo Qiushui said calmly.

Hong Lang gave an awkward smile, about to say something in his defense, but at that time, Magistrate, you were still recuperating in Tianmu City, hundreds of miles away...

Mo Qiushui waved her hand.

"No need to explain," she stood up, turning her back to him, her tone suddenly softening, "Granted."

Hong Lang was somewhat surprised, not expecting Mo Qiushui to approve it so readily.

Mo Qiushui turned half her face to the side: "There's one more thing. From now on, the two of us don't need to be so formal in private. Calling each other 'adult' like that is tiring to hear."

She paused, as if she was also a little uncomfortable, but still said, "Just call me... Qiushui."

Hong Lang opened his mouth, but was suddenly forced to call him by his name, the familiar "Qiu Shui".

"Qiu...Qiu Shui..."

After shouting, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said, "Then I'll take my leave!"

Without waiting for her response, he turned and walked out.

A very soft laugh came from behind me.

Mo Qiushui remained standing by the window, watching that figure hurry across the courtyard.

She recalled the tenderness in the cave, and the golden figure that Hong Lang had shone when he rescued her…

"He has broken through again... In just a few months, he has gone from the Blood Refining Realm to the Meridian Opening Realm."

The locust blossoms fell softly to the ground all over the courtyard.

Mo Qiushui stood there for a long time without moving.

It felt like something had quietly entered my heart in that instant.

The locust blossoms were still falling when a petal drifted in through the window and landed in her outstretched palm.

She looked down for a moment, then clasped the petal in her palm.

"So...that's how it is."

……

After leaving the county government office, Hong Lang bid farewell to Qin Jiuzhen and Li Tao'er. This time, he did not invite Pu Xi.

After all, there were people from the Yin Sect who wanted to harm her, and if she traveled within the Great Chu Kingdom, she might encounter members of the Yin Sect.

The woman brought back from the White Bone Plains had not spoken a word. Pu Xi tried various methods, but none of them worked, so she had no choice but to let her stay in the mansion for the time being.

Hong Lang rode the red date and arrived at the Tang residence.

It had been some time since he had seen Tang Chen, and he did miss him.

As soon as he entered, Hong Lang saw Tang Chen practicing halberd techniques.

Judging from the fluctuations in her aura, she was clearly a martial artist at the Meridian Opening Realm.

"You've also broken through to the Meridian Opening Realm?" Tang Chen sheathed his halberd and looked at Hong Lang.

"It just broke through yesterday."

"You've come at the right time. I will teach you the last three moves of the Mountain and River Halberd today."

Without wasting words, Tang Chen picked up his halberd and walked into the courtyard. With a turn of his body, he swept the halberd horizontally.

About an hour later, with the blessing of his extraordinary comprehension, Hong Lang completely mastered the three techniques: Wind Sweeps Away Clouds, Sun and Moon Sink into the Abyss, and Heaven and Earth as a Furnace. He only needs to practice for a while longer before he can use them against his enemies.

Tang Chen nodded repeatedly: "Your comprehension is terrifying. I taught Xiaoya for several months, and she only mastered the seventh and eighth moves."

Hong Lang then remembered that he hadn't seen Tanya for a long time and asked, "How have you been lately, Senior Sister Tan?"

"She's currently a martial artist at the Lesser Completion of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, but she's still far inferior to you."

Tang Chen placed the halberd on the rack: "Come on, let me see if your strength has improved recently!!!"

Before Hong Lang could react, she grabbed him and pulled him straight into the house without saying a word.

After entering the house, she closed the door, hugged Hong Lang tightly, and greedily inhaled his breath: "Lang, now that you're at the Meridian Opening Realm, and so am I. How about we have a proper 'spar'?"

The room suddenly got hot, and the air became a bit thicker.

The bed curtains were lowered.

Tang Chen's breath hit Hong Lang's neck, burning hot like flames.

She was unhurried and calm, her fingertips slowly moving down his abdomen, like brewing tea over a slow fire, proceeding step by step... Jade Dragon in hand!

Hong Lang let out a muffled groan and grabbed her waist.

The fabric rustled away, like petals being peeled away layer by layer.

Tang Chen flipped over and straddled his waist, looking down at him from above.

Hong Lang wanted to speak, but his lips were sealed.

The kiss was aggressive, almost like a nibble, like two drawn blades clashing, neither willing to back down.

This was indeed a "sparring match," a silent contest of strength between two people using their bodies.

Inside the gauze curtains, hot breaths mingled.

Hong Lang's palm slowly moved up her spine, caressing the taut muscle lines inch by inch.

Tang Chen's back was not as supple as that of an ordinary woman; instead, it was covered with a layer of tough muscles.

With a sudden burst of strength, he flipped her over onto the couch.

A hint of surprise flashed across Tang Chen's eyes, which quickly turned into even greater interest.

She turned to the side, pressed her elbow against his chest, and with a light but firm pressure, the two rolled half a circle again, their positions reversed once more.

Hong Lang chuckled softly, his hand gripping her waist, his fingertips pressing precisely on that sensitive spot.

Tang Chen's waist trembled, his breathing suddenly became erratic, and his previously stable posture loosened for a moment.

He seized the moment and flipped himself up, bracing his arms on either side of her ears, trapping her beneath him.

Inside the tent, light and shadow rippled, casting two overlapping shadows on the tent wall, sometimes leaning east, sometimes west, like two vines intertwined.

Tang Chen looked up at him, his chest heaving, and a thin layer of sweat seeping from the side of his neck.

She suddenly reached out and hooked her arm around the back of his neck, pulling him close until their noses almost touched.

"What's this move called," she breathed on his lips, her voice almost a whisper, "?"

Hong Lang lowered his head and captured her lower lip, gently biting it, and uttered four words indistinctly: "Sucking Jade and Holding Fragrance."

Tang Chen groaned, gripping his shoulders with both hands, his nails digging into his flesh, his back arching, pressing tightly against him.

This is a silent confrontation.

There are no moves with names, no mantras or techniques, only the probing between breaths and the contest between forces.

Sometimes she would take the initiative, forcing him to the edge of the bed; other times he would take the initiative, grabbing her wrist and pressing it against the pillow, then lowering his head to kiss the throbbing vein on the side of her neck.

The sweat was all mixed together, making it impossible to tell whose it was.

The sounds of panting were intertwined, making it impossible to tell whose breath it was.