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Chapter 362 - 239 Extraordinary Wisdom, Three Flowers Gathering at the Top? (Request for Subscription)

Chapter 362: Chapter 239 Extraordinary Wisdom, Three Flowers Gathering at the Top? (Request for Subscription)

At the peak of the graveyard, a cold breeze blew, making the bamboo forest sound like the roar of waves.

Duan Yun sat cross-legged there, his aura calm and his spirit leisurely.

Behind him, the porcelain blue dress on Qing became more distinctly patterned, and her entire face became clearer and more radiant.

Duan Yun recalled the method of spiritual communication with Little Yu and began to connect with Qing in the same manner.

He remembered that when he first connected with Little Yu, it felt like starting up a Mecha; if Little Yu was a Mecha, it was easy to operate, from the initial slight awkwardness to increasingly smooth operation, it didn’t take long before he could feel Little Yu’s emotions.

It was as if operating the Mecha more made the coordination better and more interesting, gradually giving a feeling of unity between man and machine.

He began to understand why there was a saying that cars were a man’s lovers in his previous life.

And such a "Mecha" as Little Yu could be said to be the ultimate form of these "lovers."

Now, he intended to use the same method on Qing.

He planned to operate forcefully, aiming for a unity of man and Dharma.

It must be said, Qing was not as responsive as Little Yu; even though both were Mechas, where Little Yu achieved unity and moved like an extension of his limbs, operating Qing felt like there was a thin barrier.

However, practice makes perfect. As long as he operated more and got used to it, and developed more emotions, there would be no problem.

Now, he needed to grasp the time to "communicate spiritually" and "operate," moving quickly to the next phase.

In one night, Duan Yun operated Qing on the graveyard hill, working very hard.

Sometimes, he even moved himself with his efforts.

It had been a long time since he had worked this hard!

As he diligently communicated spiritually, Dharma Image Qing became increasingly radiant and obedient, with even more details appearing on her dress and White Socks.

In the morning, as he stretched lazily, Qing tightly hugged him from behind. Just one look from her, and he could understand and turned to look in that direction.

Duan Yun knew it was close, just a bit more until he could achieve unity between man and machine with Qing.

However, this step was more difficult than he anticipated.

For several consecutive days, Duan Yun and Qing were inseparable.

Thus, it could be said that Yuzhu Villa had gained another woman.

Shen Ying and the other two watched as he brushed his teeth, ate, and visited the restroom while maintaining this Dharma Image.

While eating, Shen Ying couldn’t help but tease, "Where’s your other Dharma Image? You only hang out with this punching one every day."

Duan Yun seriously replied, "During this period, I want to focus on operating her."

In the next moment, Shen Ying suddenly thought of something and said, "You’re so perverted."

Duan Yun was confused and said, "I’m cultivating a Dharma Image; how is that perverted."

Shen Ying blushed and said, "In Yuzhu Villa, I’m the only woman who practices boxing. Since you can’t have me, you’ve shaped your Dharma Image into me, sticking with ’me’ every day."

Feng Ling’er became alert and said, "Is that so? If that’s the case, then the Sword using Dharma Image must be me, right?"

Ziyu coughed and said, "Actually, I also practice swords."

Duan Yun looked at these three women, surprised.

Even though he knew that many of the women he met, the prettier they were, the more peculiar their ideas, he was still amazed by their endless bizarre thoughts.

"I’m just cultivating a Dharma Image," Duan Yun explained.

"Then explain why the pattern on its White Socks is exactly like mine? And why is her applique the same design as mine?" Shen Ying confronted "Qing" skeptically.

Then, Shen Ying lifted the hem of her Lotus Taoist robe, revealing the White Socks Duan Yun had given her, and indeed, the pattern was the same.

Even the cinnabar mark on her forehead was the same.

At this moment, Duan Yun was bewildered.

He only remembered forcefully operating Qing, just like with Little Yu, adding skin details, but these details had become like Ying’s.

Could it be that while operating Qing, his subconscious was also operating Shen Ying, only he was unaware?

Duan Yun could only forcefully explain, "I just randomly added some touches. Besides, she has many differences from you; first of all, she is much bigger than you."

Shen Ying quickly covered her chest, stating, "So you’ve fantasized about me like this in your mind, and yet you say you’re not perverted."

Feng Ling’er and Ziyu watched their dialogue and felt that although it sounded like an argument, it seemed more like playful bantering.

Feng Ling’er grabbed Duan Yun’s clothes and said, "I want to see the black one!"

"What black one." Duan Yun was puzzled.

"The black Female Swordsmanship Dharma Image! I want to see if it resembles me!" Feng Ling’er insisted.

At that moment, Shen Ying suddenly left and quickly returned.

When she came back, the White Socks on her legs had turned into black stockings.

She smiled at Feng Ling’er and said, "You don’t need to look anymore, the black one is the same as mine too."

Feng Ling’er clenched her fists.

Shen Ying, however, was very happy.

Previously, she had always been teased by Feng Ling’er, but today she teased back, and it felt unexpectedly exhilarating!

Seeing Feng Ling’er’s resentful eyes, Duan Yun said, "I really was just casually cultivating a Dharma Image, randomly adding an element."

Feng Ling’er was not convinced, "I don’t care, your Female Sword Immortal Dharma must also resemble me! Even this white one can be changed to resemble me; look at her chest, it’s just like mine!"

Shen Ying sighed and teased, "No matter how hard you force it, it’s ultimately not sincere."

Feng Ling’er, frustrated, exclaimed, "Shen Ying, are you looking for a fight?"

Shen Ying continued teasing, "Yes, perhaps if you killed me, you could barely replace me."

"I’ll replace your mother!"