Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace Chapter 122 Kiss me

Although Han Er is a descendant of Ghost Valley, his parents are both from the Daoist family. Influenced by them, Han Er shows great potential in the path of cultivation, especially excelling in geomancy skill.

As one of the founding contributors of the Great Song Dynasty, he held the position of Left Minister and had surveyed the site of the forr Imperial Capital, discovering it to be a dragon vein. The Grand Ancestor of the previous dynasty achieved the rank of a First Grade expert and unified the realm in just a few decades, which was related to the dragon vein.

Initially, when the Great Song Dynasty was deciding on its capital, they intended to settle it here. During the construction on the foundation of the forr Imperial Palace, Han Er once voiced his opposition.

He argued that the dragon aura here had already rged with the previous dynasty. After its fall, this dragon vein was considered broken.

However, because the feng shui here was so favorable, even with a broken dragon vein, the Great Song Dynasty chose to establish its capital here.

Reluctantly, Han Er, along with Daoist masters, set up an array at the site of the Celestial Forest Garden to gather the dragon aura and prevent its dissipation.

After the array was established, they planted a bamboo grove to monitor the dragon aura below.

They left a ssage, saying this bamboo concerns the national fortune of the Great Song. As long as the bamboo lives, the Great Song lives; if the bamboo dies, the Great Song dies.

The implication was that when the bamboo begins to wither, it ans the dragon aura below is starting to dissipate.

This indeed was the case.

Over the four hundred-plus years of the Great Song Dynasty, this bamboo grove has always been a lush green, with not even a yellow leaf in sight.

However, Han Er t an unfortunate end. To be precise, none of the founding contributors of the Great Song Dynasty who held significant power t a good end.

In his middle age, during the revival of Buddhism, which was growing more and more prosperous, any land attached to the temples was exempt from taxes.

Regarding this matter, Han Er reported it to the Imperial Court, but it did not attract attention and instead caused suppression from Buddhism.

In middle age, he was forced to leave the Capital.

In his later years, he suffered persecution from Buddhism.

Out of a family of hundreds, it was said only one pregnant woman escaped.

As a result, the bamboo grove now shows significant withering.

Coupled with the current situation of the Great Song Dynasty, even the Emperor has beco worried, fearing Han Er’s words might co true. He rushed overnight to Shenxiao Temple to discuss resurrection thods for the bamboo with State Preceptor Lin Su Ya.

...

After listening to what Zhao Fujin said, combined with what Chen Mo knew.

In summary, Han Er’s words were taken very seriously because he was very powerful.

Therefore, now that the bamboo grove is showing significant withering, the Emperor fears Han Er’s words will co true.

If it was before Chen Mo traveled through ti, he surely wouldn’t have believed this.

At most, he would consider it a tale akin to "King Wen pulling the chariot for eight hundred steps, Zhou Dynasty ruling the realm for eight hundred years."

But after traveling through ti, Chen Mo found himself more inclined to believe in such mysterious affairs.

Moreover, in simulations, signs of the Great Song Dynasty’s downfall were evident.

However, seeing the serious look on Zhao Fujin’s face, Chen Mo still comforted her: "Don’t worry, the national fortune of the Great Song is prosperous and will last for ten thousand years, Senior Sister, no need to be overly concerned."

"I’ll take your good words," Zhao Fujin’s expression eased sowhat.

"Cheers!"

Chen Mo raised the goblet in his hand and said.

"Huh?" Zhao Fujin didn’t understand Chen Mo’s intention.

"Uh... just clink glasses," Chen Mo said.

"Then why didn’t you just say clink glasses? What do you an by cheer?" Zhao Fujin rolled her eyes at Chen Mo.

"I ant ’gang’ not ’can’, the fourth tone," Chen Mo explained a bit.

Zhao Fujin looked at Chen Mo strangely.

"Forget it, Senior Sister, whatever you say is correct," Chen Mo stopped explaining.

After three rounds of drinks.

Just fruit wine, neither of them would get drunk.

Seeing it getting late, Chen Mo wanted to leave.

It was rare for the night to end this early.

He didn’t want to waste all his ti with Zhao Fujin.

However, Zhao Fujin wouldn’t let him go, saying: "Junior Brother, how well have you learned what Master taught?"

Chen Mo thought for a bit and said: "I’ve learned it all."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fujin was startled for a mont, then said: "Although there’s no cultivation today, we still shouldn’t let ti go to waste. Junior Brother, give your best strike without holding back. As the Senior Sister, I’ll give you so proper guidance tonight."

After saying that, Zhao Fujin rose and moved to the outer hall, gesturing for Chen Mo to follow.

The outer hall was spacious, devoid of various clutter and furniture, quite suitable for combat.

"Senior Sister, is this necessary?"

"Hurry up, unless you want to hit you," Zhao Fujin raised her small fist and waved it a few tis in front of Chen Mo.

"..."

"Then thank you, Senior Sister, for your guidance. But let say first, my strength is quite fierce. If I go all out, I might not be able to hold back, so Senior Sister, do not be careless."

The latter sentence, Chen Mo said in a joking tone.

Hearing these words of "concern," Zhao Fujin blinked and was sowhat amused: "Junior Brother, to tell you the truth, I was already a Fourth Grade Martial Artist when I ca of age. You might as well consider yourself impressive if you even manage to touch ."

Zhao Fujin was full of confidence, having reached the Realm of Transcendence in her heart thod, her speed had made a qualitative leap.

"Bragging," Chen Mo chuckled and imdiately said: "If I manage to touch you, what will you do, Senior Sister?"

"What do you want?"

"If I touch you, how about you let kiss you, Senior Sister?" Chen Mo joked.

"...You...how bold!" Upon hearing Chen Mo ask to kiss her, Zhao Fujin blushed fiercely, her mind unexpectedly conjuring a scene of her first kiss being stolen.

"Senior Sister, you wouldn’t be scared, would you?"

Chen Mo continued to tease, then said: "It’s just a kiss, it’s not like it’s the first ti..."

"You...stop it," Zhao Fujin stomped her foot in annoyance and imdiately said: "Fine, if you manage to touch within a quarter of an hour, I’ll...kiss you. If you can’t touch , then you’re letting beat you into a pig head, no fighting back, no dodging."

"This..."

"Junior Brother, don’t tell you’re scared," Zhao Fujin said.

"Uh...Senior Sister, do you keep your word?"

"I have always been true to my word," Zhao Fujin replied.

"Alright."

Chen Mo’s expression changed; at this mont, the outer hall fell silent suddenly, so quiet that you could hear the cicadas chirping outside. The evening breeze blew in through the window, lifting Chen Mo’s long hair, and his white robe danced in the wind.

Zhao Fujin showed surprise; right now, Chen Mo seed like a completely different person.

"Senior Sister, are you ready?" Chen Mo asked.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fujin smiled, thinking he actually believed he could touch her.

"Bring it on," Zhao Fujin said.

"Then watch closely, Senior Sister."

With these words, his figure moved.

Chen Mo’s shadow instantly closed in on Zhao Fujin.

It was precisely the basic body technique of Shifting Form and Position.

Zhao Fujin’s red lips curled into a grin, and the next mont, she felt light as a feather, her figure vanished from Chen Mo’s sight.

When she reappeared, she was already behind Chen Mo.

As she was about to mock Chen Mo.

The latter suddenly executed a move known as the "Back Grab."

Zhao Fujin’s smile froze on her face.