Hao Mu Wang Tian: Chapter 3
Updated: Sep 30, 2020
Qin Wangtian was awakened by Mu Ling's snoring. He opened his eyes and almost burst into laughter. Unlike Mu Ling's usual courteous air, his sleeping appearance was really…
Half of Mu Ling's body was exposed from under the blanket, his arms wrapped around the pillow, sleeping with his mouth open. Because the body was partially covered, his shirt was rolled all the way up, revealing a thin waist, the pants tied low so that a little belly was seen. Qin Wangtian raised his eyebrows and simply rolled over, admiring the “physique” of Mu Ling’s.
There’s a good reason why Mu Ling gave others the impression of a sick and weak scholar. After all, his abnormally white skin would remind them of a sickly constitution. Moreover, this man was not short in stature, just thin, with thin arms and thin legs. And at first glance, he looked like a scholar who couldn’t tie down a chicken. But Qin Wangtian knew, clearly in his heart, that Mu Ling was not a weakling, and his identity as the second master of Heiyun Bao was not given for nothing. Although Mu Ling had always been known for his medical skills, everyone in Jianghu knows that in this world, there was only one person who could rival Situ. This Mu Ling, indeed possessed extraordinary martial arts.
Gazing at the flat belly that was not covered by his shirt and the faintly visible soothing muscle lines, Qin Wangtian raised his eyebrows. This person...is quite interesting when he is exposed. It was indecent just to see him snore with his mouth open.
His eyes moved up from Mu Ling's waist little by little, and paused when he fell on his shoulders...Mu Ling's shoulders and neck were exposed because of his sleeping posture. He had delicate shoulders. Qin Wangtian had to admit that Mu Ling’s shoulder lines were indeed beautiful, perhaps because he was so thin. The collarbone emerged, with the middle slightly hollow, and the slender neck, coupled with the abnormal paleness, probably even women would envy such beautiful shoulders.
Dumbfounded for a moment, Qin Wangtian turned his attention to Mu Ling's face. If Mu Ling hadn't been so venomous, his personality would not have been so irritating. His face was small, with a pointed chin and wide forehead, thin eyebrows that were crooked when he smiled, and a pair of slightly slanted phoenix eyes, especially his eyes, narrowed into a half-moon shape. This was the legendary peach blossom eyes. The nose was straight, not high nor low. The nose was high and the contours of the facial features very deep. It gave people a sudden and aggressive feeling, just like Situ, but Mu Ling was softer and not aggressive, which was why most people thought he was not threatening. The vast majority wouldn’t think Mu Ling had the fortitude, due to his peaceful appearance. Still, the most irritating thing was Mu Ling's tongue, probably because he was used to bantering, a mean and poisonous tongue from those thin lips. Lips that were slightly open with snow-white teeth, arranged neatly and finely. His hair was long, but not overly much. Looking closer, it was slightly brown. His ears were not small, but the earlobes were large, and the flesh was quite thick.
Qin Wangtian suddenly had a mischievous thought, stretched out his hand to pull out a small piece of wood from the headboard, raised it at Mu Ling's nose, he was about to throw it, but his line of sight turned to Mu Ling's neck. Unconsciously, his attention was focused on the hollow part between the collarbone.
Mu Ling was snoring and felt the sound of wind in the air, so he violently raised his hand and took a shot of his backhand. Qin Wangtian was startled, tilted his head to avoid, and heard the wind pass his ears. When he turned his head again, he was surprised to find that the piece of soft wood had been embedded in the wall.
Qin Wangtian was stunned, having been deceived by Mu Ling's harmless appearance. It seemed that he underestimated him. Mu Ling was not an ordinary person.
Mu Ling's movements were purely instinctive reactions. Because of his lethargy, he developed the ability to deal with assassins with his eyes closed. Qin Wangtian was unaware of that fact, and looked at Mu Ling with increased alertness. Could it be that he was already awake? But why was he still snoring?
Still, in doubt, Mu Ling suddenly moved. Qin Wangtian panicked, jumped, and after a closer look, he saw that Mu Ling bent his leg, stretched out his hand, and scratched the bottom of his foot...
Qin Wangtian was completely speechless, got up, put on clothes, and went out for breakfast.
Yue Qiuling and Yue Lingdang rushed to the Yue Mansion that morning. It seems that the two wanted to invite their eldest brother to settle the family’s affairs.
When Qin Wangtian returned to the inn, the sun was already high above the sky. He pushed the door into the room and saw that Mu Ling was still wearing the inner garment, but he had already awakened. To be precise, he had just woken up and sat on the ground in a daze. His eyes were blurred, the neckline of the gown was wide open, and the slender shoulders...that one...white.
"Are you awake?" Qin Wangtian retracted his gaze, walked to the table, and poured himself a glass of water.
Mu Ling stood up, picked up the pillow from the ground and patted it, then lay back on the bed with an "um" and then went to sleep.
Qin Wangtian has the urge to beat someone. If a person wants to practice divine powers, wouldn’t he have to get up early and sleep late and practice hard? Why is this Mu Ling so lazy? However, Qin Wangtain did not know when Situ drove Mu Ling out, he cursed: "It's better to raise a pig than you."
At noon, Mu Ling finally woke up, freshly washed his face, changed clothes, and grabbed a handful of strange medicinal materials to soak. After drinking a few cups of tea, he waved to Qin Wangtian, "Come here, kid!"
Qin Wangtian looked at Mu Ling, who was half a head shorter and thinner than himself, and thought silently...you dare to call me a kid?!
"Come here!" Mu Ling scowled, "Do you not want the treatment?"
Qin Wangtian reluctantly walked over and sat down in front of Mu Ling. Mu Ling stretched out his hand, his white and slender fingers were about to touch Qin Wangtian's face, but they were swiftly caught, "Wait."
"What?" Mu Ling looked at Qin Wangtian with dissatisfaction.
In fact, Qin Wangtian suddenly remembered that Mu Ling seemed to be scratching his foot with this hand this morning, and asked him a little disgusted, "Did you...have you washed your hands?"
Mu Ling was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows, dove over, and rubbed his hands all over Qin Wangtian’s face. “Rotten boy, how dare you say I’m dirty?!"
Qin Wangtian was terrified, while avoiding and countering Mu Ling’s attack, going back and forth from more than a dozen strikes. Qin Wangtian became more and more frightened, unable to test the depth of Mu Ling’s skills. Mu Ling gradually frowned, and with a backhand flicked away Qin Wangtian's palm. He jumped back and looked at him. "How do you know the skills from Qi Ju Sect?"
Qin Wangtian was a little surprised, "As expected from the second master of the Black Cloud Fort. You even know of the Qi Jue Sect."
Mu Ling shook his head and said solemnly, "Are you a fool? The Qi Jue Sect kung fu are insidious and poisonous. The more proficient you practice, the more poisoned you will become. This is why your burns always hurt!"
Qin Wangtian found a stool. Sat down, he said, "Don't blame others if you are not good at medical skills."
Mu Ling gritted his teeth, "You little devil! You can't spit ivory from your dog's mouth!"
Qin Wangtian rolled his eyes, "I'll see if you throw up."
Mu Ling reacted for a moment before realizing that Qin Wangtian was scolding him. His anger rising, he berated, "You little bastard! Scallion noodles!"
Qin Wangtian was taken aback, scallion noodles? Only then did he realize that Mu Ling had once said that his hair was like green onions, and it was noodles...
The two grind their teeth and lock their gazes.
After some time, Mu Ling sat down and continued drinking tea. He asked Qin Wangtian, "What level are you at?"
"Level Six." Qin Wangtian replied lightly.
"Puff..." Mu Ling sprayed a sip of tea on Qin Wangtian's face.
"Why are you so dirty?!" Qin Wangtian wiped his face. "What kind of water is this? It smells like medicine."
Mu Ling reached out and grabbed Qin Wangtian's wrist, probed three fingers for a pulse, and was shocked, "You kid, are you crazy? Don't you want to live?"
Qin Wangtian was unmoved, and asked, "How long can I live?"
Mu Ling frowned, "Don't you become mad at level Seven? For what?? Do you want to go crazy like those martial artists?!"
Qin Wangtian said nothing, looking at Mu Ling. "Do you think I can beat Situ with my current kungfu?"
Mu Ling raised his eyebrows. "Keep dreaming. The seven great elders were all killed by Situ. It's up to you to kill him? Might as well demand to be defeated by Situ."
"What about you?" Qin Wangtian asked.
Mu Ling looked up at the sky and pondered, "Given your current situation, it is estimated that you will have your pigtail before that day."
Qin Wangtian thought for a while and asked, "Then...what about Yue Zaiting?"
Mu Ling thought for a while and frowned, "Yue Zaiting is just a rising star, and the Yue family's kung fu is mediocre. If you just want to beat him, you don't need to risk your life to practice kung fu."
Qin Wangtian shook his head and said, "I want Yue Zaiting to be ruined, dead without a burial.”