Chapter 65: The Night Rain
The sound of rain outside the window suddenly became rapid. A drop of rain slid down the window frame and splashed a small drop of water on the table.
Wu Yi stared at the closed door.
No, this is too abnormal.
She stood up suddenly, overturned the inkstone on the table with her sleeve, and the ink spread on the rice paper like a hideous ghost face.
Just as she rushed to the door, it was suddenly kicked open.
Feng Yanhao stood at the porch in a black robe, his ink-black cloak on his shoulders still stained with fine raindrops.
He leaned lazily against the door frame, a smile on his lips as he said leisurely, "You really know how to choose a place."
"You..." Wu Yi stumbled back, his back against the cold bookshelf, "Why are you here..."
Feng Yanhao flicked the water droplets off his shoulders and sighed softly, "I'm going to cause some trouble by coming here."
He walked slowly across the threshold, his moccasins leaving a puddle of water.
"But I really don't like others touching you..."
Before he finished speaking, the man in black clothes flew up like a startled wild goose, and with his toes touching the wall, he was about to rush out the door.
A black shadow flashed by.
She felt her waist tighten, and her whole body was restrained by the iron-like arms.
Feng Yanhao approached from behind, his left hand pressing against her dantian. The heat of his palm transmitted a pressure of internal energy through the fabric of her clothes. A satisfied sigh escaped his throat as he pressed his hips tightly against hers. His right arm, locked across her chest, was as restraining as a rope, but his fingertips deftly parted her collar, slipped under her collar, and caressed the creamy softness of her flesh, running down her collarbone.
His warm breath sprayed on my ears: "How many times have I taught you? When starting the White Crane Stepping on Snow move, your shoulders should always sink three inches. But there's no rush..." He smiled softly: "Let's go back to the warm room and practice it in detail."
There was a drizzle in the courtyard, and the faint sound of the night watchman's clapper came from the distance.
Wu Yi looked at the empty corridor, her eyes suddenly widening: "You...you let me go on purpose?!"
He rested his chin on the crook of her neck, a soft hum escaping his throat. "Now that Feng Wu has brought back the tail, we must make the best use of it." He tilted his head to sniff her delicate neck, "Let you out for some fresh air, so that the girl will fall into the trap." His cold lips and tongue kissed her ear, "I don't want to waste my energy fighting that stubborn donkey, but it's time for Feng Die to close the net." Suddenly, he chuckled, "Thank goodness that girl was smart and didn't let you stay out there for too long."
Wu Yi's whole body trembled slightly, tears welling in her eyes: "You...you used me..."
"Yeah." He responded casually, then suddenly took her white earlobe in his mouth and rubbed it gently, a vague smile slipping out from between his warm lips and teeth: "You are much more cruel than me." Feeling the slight trembling body of the person in his arms, he tilted his head to look at her face: "Is this settlement fair?"
"Yuan'er..." Tears rolled down the jade-like face like broken strings, reflecting tiny cold lights under the candlelight.
"Tsk..." Feng Yanhao frowned irritably, and stroked the beauty's moist eyelashes with his fingertips, "These eyes look better when you smile. Forget it..." Before he finished speaking, his finger had already pointed accurately at her sleeping point.
Wu Yi's body softened, and the last thing that came into view was a curve of white light from the eaves that cut through the night sky.
Gu Yue stepped on tiptoe and flew over the slippery roof like a swallow.
The accumulated water between the tiles was crushed, splashing a series of cold lights. Three dark figures ahead had already disappeared into the rain, about to disappear into the depths of the intricate alleys.
"call out--"
A black shadow suddenly rushed out from the side and ran side by side with him.
The tiles made a slight whining sound under their feet.
"There is a hidden stake at the third intersection ahead. Do you want to shoot a cloud-piercing arrow?" the visitor asked.
Gu Yue said: "Three 'Night Wanderers', the hidden guards can't stop them."
"But I can't catch up with you at this distance..."
"I'll follow closely." Gu Yue suddenly flipped over and disappeared in an instant, leaving only one sentence floating in the rain - "Go find Song Hezi."
The hoarse sound of the night watchman's clapper came from afar, mixed with the sound of rain hitting banana leaves, completely concealing the murderous intent.
Yun Yuan ran wildly in the rain.
The cold rain whipped her face and she could hardly open her eyes.
The moment she was taken out of the Dianqian Pavilion, she knew she had fallen into a trap. She aimed at the right position and jumped over the high wall.
But before she even touched the ground, she was confronted by a night-wanderer wielding a broadsword. Turning back, she bumped into two more. She forced herself to remain calm, feigning a fight, intimidating the three men into not taking her seriously. Just as the three broadswords were about to strike with full force, she ducked and slipped under one man's crotch—taking advantage of the moment when the three swords clashed, she darted into the rainy alley.
But he was, after all, the Night Wanderer of the Guitou Gang, whose Qinggong skills were unparalleled in the martial arts world. But a moment later, she heard the clanging of the iron rings on the knife as it drew closer.
Her thoughts were made sticky by the rain, and she had no choice but to run desperately.
She had been running for too long and had already lost her direction.
The rain washed into my eyes, turning the whole world into blurred watercolors.
This sleepy city twisted into an unfamiliar shape in the night rain, its streets and alleys as if disrupted and reorganized by invisible hands, and every corner felt eerily familiar. Now, each of her footprints formed a spiderweb on the wet stone slabs, and she was the moth struggling in vain within it.
She didn't dare to look, let alone look back.
The footsteps behind me were like a thorn in my flesh—the man on the left had muddy boots that made a sticky sound on the bluestone slabs; the man on the right had better lightness skills, so his footsteps were almost inaudible; the man in the middle...
She was suddenly startled. Where is the person in the middle? !
“Swish!”
A flash of knife light suddenly split the rain curtain. She suddenly turned sideways, and the sharp blade grazed her cheek, cutting off a few strands of wet hair. A dark figure suddenly appeared at the corner, and a person tumbled down from the eaves like a ghost, blocking the way ahead.
"Finally caught her!" The man's voice was filled with the joy of a cat catching a mouse. "The young lady flies so fast!"
Yun Yuan abruptly stopped, her back slamming into the damp, cold brick wall. She was trapped from front and back, with steep walls on either side. Her breaths were ragged, and rain mixed with blood dripped from her fingertips—her palms had been cut bloody by the tiles when she scaled the wall.
Suddenly, a red light in the night sky tore through the rain curtain.
Youxiao's signal arrow!
Almost at the same time, the snow-white knife light attacked again!
She tapped her toes and leaped into the air, using the blade as leverage to flip onto the roof. Tiles shattered beneath her feet, and she stumbled toward the direction of the arrow.
Without the Black Gold Claw or the crossbow trigger, she felt like a ripped-out young animal, desperately trying to escape. The laughter behind her grew closer, and the sound of swaying chains mingled with the sound of rain.
"call out--"
A second signal arrow flew through the air, this time coming within striking distance. Yun Yuan used up her last bit of strength to leap upward, but in mid-air, an iron chain entangled her ankle.
As she fell, she saw a white figure flash in the distance, but the cold rain had already poured into her mouth and nose, completely drowning out her cries for help.
The iron chains rattled, and the girl fell from the eaves like a bird with broken wings. The moment her back hit the bluestone slab, her internal organs were shaken and a sweet and fishy taste surged in her throat.
The night distorted into a blur before her eyes. Only the white blade pierced the chaos, slashing down with a biting chill. The blade's light reflected the dark embroidery of crows on the assassin's mask, and also illuminated the despair exploding in Yun Yuan's eyes. Rain flowed down the blade onto her trembling eyelashes, and in the falling drops, three ghostly faces were reflected, gradually approaching.
She instinctively curled up and rolled over, the jade hairpin in her hair shattering on the stone slab. As the broken jade flew, the iron chain suddenly straightened and grabbed her ankle, dragging her back into the blade.
Just as the blade was about to touch the throat, a roar like a dragon's roar suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.
An invisible air wave came crashing down, and the rain curtain within a radius of ten feet froze instantly.
The deadly white blade suddenly turned and flew - where the blade passed, the green tile eaves were cut off like tofu.
Three black-clad assassins flew backwards, breaking three locust tree branches in succession, and wood chips mixed with rainwater splashed everywhere.
Yun Yuan felt her body lighten, and her whole body was lifted up by the energy. Her wet skirt bloomed like a black lotus in the rain.
In a trance, she saw herself floating over the upturned corners and cornices. The stone carvings of Chiwen on the tiles shone green in the rain, as if bearing witness to this life and death.
Rising, then falling suddenly.
It was like being thrown into a vast ocean, the cold water flooding my mouth and nose, pouring into my lungs...
"Bang!"
The pain of falling did not come.
She fell into an embrace scented with aloes. Warmth, like the night mist of mid-spring, enveloped her drenched body. In the hazy air, Feng Yanyuan's face emerged from the rain, his jaw set in a sharp curve, raindrops rolling down his eyelashes.
It’s him… How could it be… Is it really him?
She raised her hand with difficulty, and her fingertips drew a half arc in the air.
This unfinished action contained too many unspoken thoughts - she wanted to wipe the rain from his cheeks, and to confirm that this warmth was not an illusion of dying.
The fingertips eventually fell down too weakly.
When darkness came over her like a tide, she vaguely heard a familiar call, but the voice was getting farther and farther away, as if it came from the end of time.
Yun Yuan slowly woke up from the familiar smell of medicine.
The air was thick with the scent of angelica and white angelica, a scent that should have soothed her, but instead it inexplicably stirred a palpitation. She forced herself to stand, her bones aching as if they were being crushed. Suddenly, the face in the rain, its eyelashes dripping with moisture, appeared before her again.
"Young Master..." she called out hoarsely, only to find the room eerily silent. The charcoal fire in the medicine cauldron had long since died out, leaving only a wisp of lingering smoke.
She suddenly threw off her blankets, stepped barefoot on the cold ground, and hurried down the stairs. The moment she opened the door, the scorching summer sun surged in like a tide, blinding her vision. She stumbled forward, her bare foot missing on the steps, and she fell into the arms of a child beside the medicine drying rack.
"Where is Master Yuan?" She clutched the medicine boy's clothes tightly, her fingertips trembling.
The little boy was shocked by the woman in front of him with disheveled hair and wearing only a plain white dress. He opened his mouth but could not utter a word.
Song Hezi's hoarse voice came from the corridor: "That kid? He left before dawn." The old doctor walked past, holding a medicine grinder, his wide sleeves rustling in the wind. "You tormented me all night long last night." Without looking back, he walked into the inner hall. "We're closing early today. Please be quiet and don't cause me any more trouble."
Yun Yuan stood in a daze in the scorching sun. The dazzling sunlight nailed her shadow to the ground, like a silent question.
What is she thinking about?
She had clearly decided to leave. So what if some words were left unsaid? She hadn't said a single word to so many people.
She dragged her leaden legs back, the wooden ladder groaning under her feet. When she finally reached the corridor, a piece of white clothing suddenly passed her sight.
"You wanted to leave on your own, why are you looking for me now?"
The familiar voice startled her and made her look up suddenly.
Feng Yanyuan leaned against the door frame, his hair, held up by a jade crown, ruffled slightly by the draft. His drooping eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes. His tone was three parts aggrieved and seven parts annoyed: "You actually drugged me!"
Yun Yuan's eyes welled up, she was surprised, happy, and helpless. She suddenly laughed and said, "Senior Song Hezi actually... lied to me."
"He didn't lie to you." Feng Yanyuan's voice was soft, but it was like a blunt knife slowly cutting through his heart. He stepped aside half a step, and the sunlight slanted in through the crack in the door. "I just brought your things."
Yun Yuan followed his gaze and saw her black gold gloves neatly placed on the table in the room. The specially made crossbow was glowing with a cold light, and the bag next to it was bulging, with dozens of needles neatly arranged in a single glance.
"If you're leaving, you should take your belongings with you." His voice was low and calm, and it was impossible to tell if he was happy or angry. "Otherwise, when you're being chased, you'll just be running around."
His voice paused, his eyes darkened, and his tone grew colder.
"You're running so fast! The killer can't catch you, and neither can I! You can't even tell the direction. Even fleeing animals know to return to their roosts, but you're running around in circles all over the city..."
He became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and was about to lose his temper when he suddenly stopped - that slender figure suddenly bumped into his arms.
She pounced too quickly, and he stumbled back half a step, his back resting against the doorframe before he could regain his balance. She clutched his collar, his whole body trembling slightly.
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