My Little Shifu

A Shaking Head

"High God Mo Yuan, you're so big and strong...." her whispery voice giggled demurely behind the palm of her hand and giving him only her fluttering eyelashes to glance down at.

"Ooooh, High God Mo Yuan, your muscles are so .... taut.... you must work out regularly huh..." another whispery voice giggled up at him while a third moved into his direct line of vision.

"It must get so lonely up there on that big ole mountain of yours.  Why don't I come and cook you a nice home cooked meal.  I heard you eat only pumpkin seeds with a teaspoon of rice a day...." the overly painted lips breathed heavily into his face and making him swoon.  

And not from the flattery or attempts to get themselves into his bed which he had been forced to endure for almost an hour.  Yet any attempts to throw these women off him, or even outright reject them, fell on deaf ears as more twittering painted mouths joined him.

"High God Mo Yuan, please try this tea, I brewed it myself." a light pink glossy pair of lips twittered as the cup was lowered to his hands.

Keeping his eyes closed and his back ramrod straight against the base of the tree, Mo Yuan gave up trying to meditate an hour ago, when the women arrived in a flurry of silk and a disturbing wave of mixed heady fragrances that were threatening to knock him out.

Gently pushing away the cup that she had tentatively placed on his hand before slowly rising to his feet with a sigh.  "Ladies, thank you for the attention, but I am not in the mood for company right now, kindly leave." he said softly and without a single look at any of the faces that were painstakingly painted to bring out their very best features. 

In fact, they were all very beautiful, only Mo Yuan really wasn't in the mood for any of them and having been in Zhe Yans grove all day trying to bring order to his mind seeing as he had been inundated with realm affairs all week, he was fed up.

Watching as the silk dresses slowly made their way back to the hut amid soft moans of disappointment and light bickering, he decided to move a little deeper into the Grove.  To remain on Kunlun Mountain would have meant more meetings with the worlds generals, Princes wanting to create alliances with him in order to win the throne over their brothers, and even Di Juns star lord who wanted to discuss a Mortal trial that involved a Celestial Prince who he was writing a war for.  The Grove was the only place outside of Kunlun Mountain where he really did feel at peace and where no outsiders were allowed to enter unless Zhe Yan gave them permission.

And going by the light flash of energy disappearing behind him, he gathered the man had thought he might need a little diversion from thinking at all, hence the women, but Mo Yuan just wanted to be left alone.  And he might have been had a soft snicker not had his head rising to look up.

Sighing again at the light blue silk and a foot dangling over the edge, Mo Yuan began to anger.

"Young lady, I gave the order to leave.  Kindly do so." he commanded in his more harder tone seeing as this one looked as if she might actually give him a little trouble and having dealt with her kind many times before, he was more than ready with a spell to get her gone should she disobey.

And suddenly a soft bell like laughter erupted above his head.

"Ahhh, but you don't get to order me about High God Mo Yuan, not when this Grove is my home." she replied to a very high rise of brows.

"Your home?" he asked stumped.  As far as he was aware, Zhe Yan had no women in his life, or rather not one that would call his grove hers and just as suddenly, she had his full and undivided attention.

"Who are you to call this Grove yours?" he asked genuinely interested and peering closely up at the pair of eyes that suddenly came into view.

"Let me ask you a question High God Mo Yuan...." she said before a flash of energy appeared before him and the girl who was not much younger than the other women suddenly came into view.