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Under the azure sky, inside the Besha Palace, a soft evening sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone on Molan's face. She stood in the spacious training ground, filled with enthusiasm for her cultivation. Since becoming a disciple of Besha, her immortal cultivation has been advancing, and her control over the water element has become increasingly proficient.
On this day, Molan was focused on practicing water-based immortal techniques. With a gentle wave of her fingers, a clear stream of water danced in the air, like a lively water snake, agile and elegant. A hint of determination showed in her expression, demonstrating her serious attitude towards cultivation.
As the sun sets in the west, Molan feels a bit tired and decides to take a walk and rest by the lake. The lake water is sparkling, and a gentle breeze carries the fresh scent of grass and trees. She strolls along the cobblestone path, feeling a strange sensation in her heart, as if something is guiding her.
Molan walks along the long forest path, guided by an indescribable intuition. The forest is tranquil and mysterious, with leaves swaying gently in the breeze and sunlight dappling the ground through the treetops. In this peaceful place, she discovers a figure lying quietly under the tree.
This figure looks like an existence detached from time and space, with soft and flowing clothes, long hair cascading like a waterfall, covering his shoulders. His handsome face resembles a character from a fairy painting, but the slightly bleeding scar on his forehead destroys this beautiful scene, evoking a sense of pity.
Molan squats down, carefully examining the young man's injuries. She notices his steady breathing, but the wound on his forehead seems to penetrate the skin, and the oozing blood makes her heart tighten for a moment.
Recalling the healing technique taught by her senior, Molan decided to give it a try. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and entered a meditative state. Gently placing her hands on the young man's forehead, she began channeling the warm celestial energy.
As Molan's celestial energy circulated, a faint blue light slowly emanated from her palms, gently covering the young man's wounds as if it were alive. She could feel the celestial energy flowing through the young man's body, gradually repairing the wounds.
Gradually, the wound on the young man's forehead began to heal, the blood no longer flowing, and his complexion gradually changed from pale to a healthy rosy color. It all looked both miraculous and peaceful, as if nature itself was performing the healing.
Molan felt a sense of relief and carefully withdrew her hand, sitting quietly by his side, keeping watch.
As time slowly passed, the young man gradually awoke from his unconscious state under the tranquil tree. His eyes slowly opened, revealing deep, star-like pupils.
When his gaze focused on Molan, he couldn't help but feel a hint of amazement. Molan sat beside him, her soft black hair cascading down, gently swaying with the breeze, like the gentlest radiance in the night sky. Her eyes were clear and bright, as calm as a lake, yet able to deeply attract one's gaze. The girl's face had delicate features, with a natural and unpretentious beauty, and her skin was like the finest porcelain, radiating a healthy glow.
Molan's temperament reveals a natural affinity and gentleness. She is not adorned with splendid decorations, yet exudes an implicit elegance and purity. Her presence is like an unsullied lotus in nature, both transcendent and full of vitality.
The young man is drawn to Molan's unique beauty. In his eyes, there is not only amazement but also a hint of curiosity and puzzlement towards this girl who suddenly appeared by his side and offered a helping hand. He tries to sit up, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Molan noticed the young man waking up, and a warm smile appeared on her face, with a caring light shining in her eyes. "You're finally awake. How do you feel? Is there anywhere that doesn't feel well?" Her voice was gentle and caring, like a spring breeze, softly comforting the young man's soul.
"Thank you, Fairy sister," the young man's voice was soft and magnetic, like the distant mountain wind brushing through the treetops.
Molan smiled slightly and responded, "No need to be polite. I saw that you were injured, so I came to help. How are you feeling?"
The young man sat up and tried to move his body, seemingly without major issues. "I was just injured while practicing, thanks to your timely assistance. My name is Liu Guan, and I am a disciple of Bi shui Palace.
This is the talented young man mentioned in the Liu Guan and Besha?
Molan remembered the praise of Besha, nodded, and showed curiosity in his eyes: "My name is Molan, I am a disciple of Besha. I was still practicing the fairy method just now, I don't know how effective it is."
Liu Guan looked at Molan and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes: " Fairy sister, your fairy magic is already very proficient. I can feel that your fairy power is very pure, as if you have a special connection with nature."
Their conversation was interrupted here, and the surrounding scenery became more harmonious. The glow of the setting sun sprinkled on them, creating a beautiful scene. A blush appeared on Molan's face, and she felt both surprised and happy at Liu Guan's praise.
" Liu Guan, you just mentioned the connection between nature and fairy power, and I'm very curious about this," Molan asked softly, with a shimmer of thirst for knowledge in his eyes.
Liu Guan nodded and began to slowly explain, "In the world of fairy magic, natural elements are the foundation of cultivation. Every drop of water, every leaf, and even every wisp of wind contains the secrets of life. When we cultivate, we are actually communicating with these natural elements and learning their language."
Molan listened attentively, nodding from time to time to show her understanding. The words of Liu Guan contained profound philosophical insights, deepening her understanding of cultivation.
Later, Liu Guan stood up and brushed off the dust from her body. "Fairy sister, I feel much better now. This unexpected injury has also given me the opportunity to meet you. Perhaps this is fate's arrangement."
Molan also stood up and smiled in response, "The arrangement of fate is indeed wonderful. I am also very happy to meet you."
The two of them smiled at each other, and a kind of inexplicable tacit understanding and closeness arose in their hearts.
In the days that followed, Molan and Liu Guan gradually became good friends. They often practiced immortal techniques together, exchanged pointers, and progressed together. Liu Guan had a deep understanding of water-based immortal techniques and often provided valuable guidance to Molan.
During a joint cultivation session, Liu Guan said, "Sister Fairy, cultivating immortal techniques is not just about honing skills, but also about spiritual practice. To truly master immortal techniques, one must reach a state of harmony and resonance with nature, which is what we call the Dao."
Molan nodded in agreement, feeling that with the help of Liu Guan, she had gained a deeper understanding of the immortal techniques. She began to pay more attention to inner peace and natural harmony, gradually experiencing the true essence of the immortal techniques.
As time passed, the friendship between Molan and Liu Guan grew deeper. They explored together in the vast world, experiencing the wonders of cultivation and the beauty of life.
On such days, Molan not only made significant progress in her magical skills, but also experienced tremendous personal growth. Her character became more cheerful and optimistic. Liu Guan had a great influence on her; he was not only her practice partner, but also became a close friend to her soul.
Amidst the flourishing flowers of Besha Palace, the friendship between Molan and Liu Guan grew like the sprouts of early spring. However, a sudden disaster pushed this bond to new heights.
One day, while practicing in the deep mountains outside the Besha Palace, Liu Guan encountered a fierce monster. This monster possessed astonishing strength and speed. Despite Liu Guan's exceptional skills, they were no match and ultimately suffered serious injuries in the intense battle.
Upon hearing this news, Molan was heartbroken. She immediately went to the deep mountains and found Liu Guan lying on the ground, clothes torn, covered in wounds, and barely breathing. Molan's heart tightened, and tears fell uncontrollably.
She gently lifted Liu Guan and used her own fairy power to heal him. However, due to the overwhelming strength of the monster, ordinary healing spells were not enough to fully cure Liu Guan's injuries. Molan decided to bring Liu Guan back to her palace and personally take care of him.
In Molan's palace, Liu Guan lay on an exquisite fairy bed while Molan sat by the bedside, silently watching over him. She held an ancient medical book in her hands, trying to find a more effective treatment. Deep concern was evident on her brow, but her eyes showed more determination and resilience.
Night falls, and moonlight shines through the window, sprinkling Liu Guan's face, adding a serene beauty to him. Molan gently wipes the sweat from his forehead, carefully adjusting his pillow and bedding. Her movements are full of tenderness and delicacy, as if afraid of disturbing Liu Guan's peace.
In order to help Liu Guan recover better, Molan decides to perform an ancient and powerful healing spell. This spell requires a large amount of fairy power and is extremely challenging for the practitioner. But Molan does not hesitate at all. She has prepared all the necessary spirit herbs and tools and begins the long and difficult healing process.
For a full seven days and nights, Molan never left Liu Guan's side. Her hands were wrapped around Liu Guan, continuously channeling her celestial energy into his body. Her face gradually grew paler, but her eyes showed an unwavering determination. This determination stemmed from her cherished friendship and her belief in justice and kindness.
Finally, the mending spell was complete, and Liu Guan's injuries showed clear signs of improvement. He slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Molan's weary but gentle face. A warm feeling surged in his heart.
"Fairy sister, it's you who saved me again," the voice of Liu Guan was weak but full of gratitude.
Molan smiled slightly, with a hint of weariness in her eyes: "We are friends, this is what I should do. Seeing you wake up, I feel relieved."
Liu Guan reached out with trembling hands and gently held Molan's hand. "Thank you, Fairy sister. I will never forget your kindness and gentleness."
A warm smile spread across Molan's face. She believed that in this world of chivalry and martial arts, kindness was not useless, and her friendship with Liu Guan was the best proof of that.
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