Chapter 62 062 "I won't let anyone disturb us..."
It was late at night.
After the little poisoner poured clean water and carefully wiped Jiang Ling'er's body, he tucked the bedding in tightly.
After thinking for a moment, he still pressed Jiang Ling'er's sleeping acupoint through the blankets.
He slowly squatted down, resting his chin on the bed, tilting his head to gaze at Jiang Ling'er's sleeping face, his fingertips tracing her eyebrows and features...
He stopped beside Jiang Ling'er's warm cheek, gently stroking it with his fingertips, his already dark eyes deepening even further.
"I won't let anyone bother us."
After saying that, he leaned down and kissed Jiang Ling'er on the forehead before stepping out the door into the night.
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At the foot of Dagushan Mountain, in the birch forest.
The little poisonous creature, who had wandered through this birch forest with Jiang Ling'er several times before, now moved as if it were an empty field, traversing the chaotic birch forest with ease, as if it knew the way well. It headed straight for the top of Dagushan Mountain—the direction of Lingxiao Sect, and arrived in less than an hour.
Lingxiao Sect.
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Before dawn, the majestic gates of the Lingxiao Sect remained tightly locked, exuding a solemn and aloof atmosphere.
Since the Lingxiao Sect was robbed three years ago, and it is said that countless elixirs and secret treasures in the sect were looted, the Lingxiao Sect has kept its gates closed ever since, opening them only once a month until today.
Even now, the mountain gate is tightly closed; not even a fly can get in.
The little poisonous creature scoffed, took out the last trumpet creeper flower from its bosom, and chewed it expressionlessly until it had absorbed the last trace of the flower's fragrance. Then it had a solution.
He bit his thumb until it bled, then slapped himself in the ribs. It didn't hurt much, but he managed to force out some blood with his internal energy. He collapsed to the ground, groaning and crying out.
They even left a bloody palm print on the boulder standing in front of the Lingxiao Sect.
"Master...Grandmaster Uncle, please save me...please save your disciple...that damned old poisoner is causing havoc in Qing Shi Town at the foot of the mountain. He not only releases snakes to bite people, but also seriously injured your disciple. Please do justice for your disciple!"
He was tight-lipped, but seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he simply shouted louder and louder, saying whatever came to mind, whether true or false.
Anyway, it's not him who's lost face.
"That old poisoner Gongye Chi said that let alone Qing Shi Town, even if the Lingxiao Sect were to come and go as they please, we Lingxiao disciples wouldn't dare to do anything to him! He's extremely arrogant!"
"The old poisoner also said that in the entire Lingxiao Sect, only Master Wuyazi, Wanxiangchun, is barely usable, and the rest... are nothing but a bunch of petty scoundrels, not even worthy to carry his shoes!"
"That old poisoner even said that today he was just having a little treat with his disciple, and that he would definitely come to meet Xuanzhenzi in person another day and use Xuanzhenzi's head as a football!"
Well, he even mentioned the name of Xuanzhenzi, the grandmaster uncle of the Lingxiao Sect.
The little poisoner cleared his throat, sounding a bit tired: "The old poisoner also said..."
"Stop talking! Stop talking! Stop talking now!" The tightly closed mountain gate finally opened a crack, revealing the round head of a little Taoist priest.
The young Taoist priest shouted at the boy who was facing away from him and clutching his chest:
"Stop shouting and behaving so disrespectfully! How dare you address your grandmaster by his name! Who are you, disciple of which master? State your name!"
The little poisoner, who had his back to him, paused, a smirk playing on his lips, and slowly turned around...
But it was an unfamiliar, slightly immature round face!
It was none other than the shop owner who had worn the lucky cat mask that day!
The little poisonous creature opened its lips and slowly walked towards the young Taoist priest. I intended to gloss over it, my hands behind my back, ready to subdue him in a single move if we disagreed, but to my surprise, the young Taoist priest glared at me, cursing and swearing:
"Xue Sangui, you're just an outer disciple, what are you pretending to be an inner disciple for! You've been slacking off down the mountain again these days, haven't you? Get back here right now!"
After a slight pause, the little poisonous creature quickly smiled and responded obsequiously, following the young Taoist priest into the mountain gate.
It was an unexpected surprise... no, he guessed right.
Aside from the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect, probably no one else would dare to sell the trumpet vine flowers cultivated by the sacred spring of the Lingxiao Sect on Dagushan Mountain, and they would also have the unique advantage of favorable timing, location, and popular support.
He made the right bet.
He just didn't expect that it was an outer disciple who could be bullied by anyone, which made things easier for him.
In any case, he got in without any effort.
They entered the legendary Lingxiao Sect, a place known for its strategic importance and defensive capabilities.
The little poisonous creature followed behind the young Taoist priest, letting out a cold snort, whether it was three years ago or three years later—
The Lingxiao Sect is nothing special.
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"Xue Sangui, I've got you by now, kid. You sneak off down the mountain like a ghost for a few days every month! I've finally caught you this time! By the way, you keep saying you were bullied by the Old Poison Master, ha, that's probably just a lie, isn't it? With your pathetic skills, you dare to dream of going up against the Old Poison Master Gongye Chi, one of the four great masters of the martial arts world? You're overestimating yourself..."
The young Taoist priest kept rambling on and on, but "Xue Sangui" didn't respond for a long time. Finally, he turned around impatiently to look at the person who had been following him closely. "Hey, I'm talking to you, are you even paying attention...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the newcomer swiftly struck him on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious and causing him to collapse onto the snow.
The little poisoner thought for a moment, not wanting to cause any more trouble, so he didn't actually let anyone lie on the ground and freeze to death. If someone died, he wasn't afraid of those stinky Taoists from the Lingxiao Sect, but he was afraid of trouble.
Especially those stinky Taoist priests—they're such a nuisance and bad luck.
He dragged the unconscious Taoist priest behind the artificial hill, stripped off his robe and put it on himself. Since the snow couldn't bury him, he shouldn't die. He then hurried towards the sacred spring in the back mountain, which he remembered.
He wanted lots and lots of trumpet creeper flowers, just like he did three years ago.
He wants more in three years.
So many that the old man could no longer control him with the Gu worms inside his body!
A shadow of gloom flashed across the little poisoner's beautiful eyes. He gritted his teeth, gathered his strength, and in no time, he had vanished from the snow.
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The sacred spring in the back mountain of the Lingxiao Sect.
The Dagushan Mountain is covered in snow, which never melts. However, the sacred spring behind the mountain is filled with steaming water vapor, and the area around the spring is lush and green, with hundreds of flowers blooming in competition.
It seemed as if the vast expanse of heaven and earth had been completely monopolized by this sacred spring.
Unsurprisingly, a patch of dazzling trumpet creeper flowers was in full bloom on the artificial hill behind the sacred spring.
The little poisonous creature's eyes lit up, and it leaped away!
He plucked a trumpet creeper and stuffed it into his bosom, and was about to pick a second one when—
A voice suddenly rang out, piercing the silence.
"You are... San Gui? San Gui, why aren't you on duty at the front of the mountain? What are you doing in the backyard?"
A young Taoist boy, barely half a person's age, held a broom and looked at him with a frown, as if he were a little adult.
The little poisoner was secretly resentful; he had been so caught up in his momentary joy that he had ignored the commotion around him. He had no choice but to…
Step back first, then look for a better opportunity.
The little poisonous creature lightly leaped down from the artificial hill with a light touch of its toes, turned around, and with a kind, round face and smiling eyes, said gently to the young Taoist boy, "I... I took a wrong turn for a moment..."
The young Taoist priest clearly wasn't buying it and gave a cold snort:
"Hmph, you think you can get to the Holy Spring by taking a wrong turn? I bet you're planning to steal some trumpet creeper flowers to sell down the mountain again! I'll report you to the Sect Leader!"
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be another acquaintance of Xue Sangui.
The little poisonous creature thought to itself that it had struck it lucky today, and that it really should give the shop owner a big gift later.
He thought this to himself, but his fear only intensified, and he repeatedly waved his hands, begging for mercy.
"I'm leaving now, right away. Don't you dare tell the sect leader!"
The little poisoner smiled and brushed past the young Taoist boy. He was only a few steps away from stepping out of the back mountain when the little devil behind him called out to him again.
"Wait a minute."
The little poisonous creature paused upon hearing this, then turned around good-naturedly: "?"
Her round face was all smiles, just like a kitten.
The young Taoist priest looked him up and down, then suddenly said:
"San Gui, you were actually... this tall?"
Upon hearing this, Xue Sangui still had a smiling round face, but the smile completely disappeared from his curved eyes.
At first glance, it looks like it's wearing a lucky cat mask.
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The next day, at the inn.
When Jiang Ling'er woke up, the spot next to her was empty, devoid of any warmth. Clearly, the person had already left.
"When did they leave? I didn't even notice..."
Jiang Ling'er muttered to herself, the last trace of drowsiness dissipating.
She wasn't surprised that the little poison creature had left so early without telling her; what surprised her was that this was the first time she hadn't woken up under the little poison creature's creepy gaze.
I wonder if the little poisoner himself has realized that he has a habit that could perhaps be called a "quirk".
For example, late last night, or every morning.
He would always gaze at her silently, and by the time she realized it, she had no idea how long he had been watching her.
Although it was strange that she hadn't woken up under the watchful eye of the little poisonous creature today... she was clearly relieved.
He didn't bother to find out where the little poisonous creature had gone early in the morning; he always had his own things to do.
Jiang Ling'er quickly tidied herself up and went to Uncle Shui's massage parlor, where another strange thing happened.
The little stall that used to be open every day across from the massage parlor was... not there today.
Only Chunhua's shiny donkey brayed softly at her, while its owner, who was obsessed with donkeys, was nowhere to be seen.
"……strangeness."
Jiang Ling'er muttered something under her breath, swept the dust off with a feather duster, opened the door, and then opened the window frame—
"Uncle Shui's Massage" is now open to the public!
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Pei Xuan received the letter just before dawn.
Pei Xuanzheng looked at himself in the mirror, grimacing as he removed the bandages from his face.
The letter contained only six words:
"The sect is in danger! Return immediately!"
The young Taoist priest who led him back to the mountain gate kept babbling and thanking him profusely.
"Grandmaster Xuanzhenzi has long been bedridden and indifferent to worldly affairs, and the sect leader, Master Wuyazi, is in seclusion practicing his skills... We thought that Master Xiaoyaozi had gone off to some beautiful place to travel again... Fortunately, he is only in Qingshi Town at the foot of the mountain, otherwise, his fellow disciples would really not know where to look for him... Right now, the sect is in chaos, and there is no one to take charge of the overall situation..."
Pei Xuan yawned lazily and rubbed his sleepy phoenix eyes: "Get to the point."
The young Taoist priest paused, composed himself, and lowered his head respectfully, saying:
"Replying to the Master, the thief who stole the trumpet creeper three years ago... has reappeared."
Upon hearing this, Pei Xuan paused halfway through his yawn, his phoenix eyes, which had been gleaming with moisture, for a moment, then broke into a smile:
"You're all so frightened by a mere thief. No wonder people say that my Lingxiao Sect is declining and each generation is worse than the last."
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Dagushan, Lingxiao Sect.
The group led Pei Xuan to a small side room.
Pei Xuan saw the young Taoist boy lying on the bed with a bruised and swollen face, and it took him quite a while to recognize him—
"This...isn't this the young attendant under my senior brother, the sect leader? How about it, can you still speak?"
The young Taoist was beaten terribly; although he wasn't bleeding from the head, he was covered in wounds.
Pei Xuan remembered this young Taoist boy, not because he was a disciple of his senior brother, the sect leader, but because he had seen fellow Taoists repeatedly scolding the boy by pulling his ear.
"Meng Xiaochuan, Meng Xiaochuan, do you know that your biggest flaw is not stupidity or clumsiness, but stubbornness and inflexibility! I only asked you to share a little bit of the scraps of pills that the Sect Leader didn't want, and you wouldn't even share that! How can we be fellow disciples like this!"
The young boy was only half the height of the Taoist priest, but he wasn't afraid at all. His loud voice could be heard throughout the entire Lingxiao Sect: "Even the smallest scrap is stolen or robbed! The Sect Leader said that outer disciples are not allowed to refine pills without authorization. The Sect Leader also said..."
The Taoist priest was so angry that he couldn't speak, and even Pei Xuan shook his head with a smile.
It's worth mentioning, however, that although the boy's injuries looked terrible, he avoided fatal blows in every move, which shows that the thief had shown mercy and didn't want to kill him.
This little Taoist boy is lucky to be alive.
Seeing the young Taoist boy pout as if he wanted to say something, Pei Xuan raised an eyebrow, smiled like a fox, and brought his ear close to the boy's lips, which could only barely move.
"Xiao Chuan, don't rush, speak slowly, the real person is listening."
"Master Xiao...Master Xiaoyaozi, you...you didn't lie to me..." A voice, barely audible, reached Pei Xuan's ears with difficulty, "I...I really am facing a bloody disaster...I...I still don't believe you, I question you..."
Pei Xuan's smiling eyes paused, and the smile faded from the corners of his eyes and brows.
"This disciple is truly...deserving of death."
Pei Xuan listened intently without saying a word.
The young Taoist boy struggled, "A...a true master..."
Pei Xuan followed the young Taoist's line of sight—
The young Taoist priest slowly opened his hands, which had been clenched tightly, revealing bloodstains on his ten fingers and a mangled mess of flesh, a sight that horrified and broke the hearts of all who beheld it.
In the palm of his hand, almost blended with flesh and blood, were the petals of the trumpet creeper, nearly shattered into mud.
"I...I...I took back the trumpet creeper..."
"Xiao Chuan... Xiao Chuan will protect the Sacred Spring. Xiao Chuan will remember the Sect Leader's instructions. Xiao Chuan will not allow anyone... anyone to touch the Lingxiao Flower..."
"Xiao...Xiaochuan...Xiaochuanhui..."
Pei Xuan remained silent, listening attentively, until the boy's expression became agitated, and it seemed the wound he had just treated with herbs was about to reopen. Only then did he slowly straighten up, his usual carefree attitude completely vanished.
He silently watched the young Taoist boy's face, bruised and swollen, then suddenly his eyes crinkled into a smile, and he gently ruffled the boy's hair with his large hand:
"You did a good job. Now you can leave the rest to the adults."
The young Taoist paused, and from his swollen and red wounds, one could only vaguely make out the handsome features of Master Xiaoyaozi. For some reason, this gave him a sense of peace, and the young Taoist stopped struggling.
"I've been tricked twice by the same brat..."
Pei Xuan withdrew his hand, chuckling softly. Though his handsome face wore a smile, the smile didn't reach his eyes; his phoenix eyes were dark and deep, like a pool of ink.
"Since he wants the trumpet creeper... then let's give it to him."
Little brat.
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Author's Note: Little Poison: Who is the little brat calling?
Pei Xuan: You little brat, he's calling you!
Jiang Ling'er: ...Pfft.
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