Chapter 69 069 "You cheated on me?!"...
A young man wearing a straw hat sat cross-legged on the main seat, his head slightly lowered, exuding an air of inscrutable mystery. The wide brim of his hat occasionally brushed against the table...
Seeing that the young man did not answer, the handsome young man sitting to his left called out softly again:
"...Martial Uncle? Martial Uncle?"
The young man remained silent, maintaining his enigmatic demeanor... The edge of his straw hat occasionally brushed against the edge of the table, again and again.
Seeing this, the boy stopped calling out, his brows furrowing into a small hill.
The young man was none other than Wen Cheng'an, the eldest disciple of one of the Seven Sons of Lingxiao, disguised as a traveler.
The boy sitting to the right of the young man did not have Wen Cheng'an's good temper.
The fourth of Lingxiao's seven sons is Gan Zishi, who is known for his fiery temper.
Just as the edge of the young man's large straw hat was about to lightly touch the table, this time it wasn't the oily table that touched it, but the boy's thick palm.
Gan Zishi abruptly ripped off the young man's straw hat and whispered through gritted teeth in his ear:
"Uncle-Master, wake up! It's time to get down to business!"
Caught off guard, the young man's forehead, now without his straw hat, slammed directly against the edge of the table. The commotion was so loud that it attracted the attention of the little poisonous creature nearby, but fortunately, it did not alert the creature...
At least that's how it seems.
As Wen Cheng'an picked up the bamboo hat and handed it to the young man, he lowered his voice and angrily shouted at the boy opposite him, "Gan Zishi!"
Gan Zishi sneered: "What's the eldest brother getting angry about? Hasn't Master Xiaoyaozi woken up?"
The straw hat fell off, and the young man rubbed his aching temples, letting out a soft "hmm." He raised his eyes, revealing a pair of sleepy, shimmering phoenix eyes, his voice slightly hoarse.
"They've arrived?"
It was Pei Xuan.
Upon closer inspection, a strong aroma of alcohol lingers in the air, seemingly out of place in the small teahouse.
Looks like he drank heavily again last night.
Wen Cheng'an hurriedly said:
"Reporting to Martial Uncle, Xue Sangui has lured the thief here as planned. Please advise, Martial Uncle, whether to execute the thief on the spot?"
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Since leaving the inn, my anger has only intensified along the way.
I don't want to play anymore.
The little poisoner stared at the short, stiff boy in front of him with a fawning smile and said coolly, "How many people are there?"
Even though Xue Sangui was taken aback, he still maintained a stiff, awkward smile on his face:
"Wh...what?"
The little poisoner glanced at him with a cold smile, then looked at the teahouse not far away: "Is that all inside?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Sangui trembled all over, his smile vanished, his face turned ashen, and his lips trembled. He couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
Xue Sangui practically had the eight characters "a guilty conscience" and "inviting the enemy into a trap" etched on his forehead.
In fact, he had already sensed something strange when he saw Xue Sangui again in the Ghost Market after the little poisoner disguised himself as Xue Sangui and broke into the Lingxiao Sect and caused a great disturbance.
Even though Xue Sangui could openly sell trumpet creeper flowers, and even though Xue Sangui told him that the boy he had injured was unconscious and didn't reveal any information... he simply didn't believe it.
After all, the Lingxiao Sect isn't entirely composed of good-for-nothings.
Especially since it was such a clumsy trick to lure him here.
He knew there was a trap, but he had no choice.
He couldn't concoct a medicine that could replace the trumpet creeper; he needed the trumpet creeper to suppress the Gu worms in his body.
He also knew that these things couldn't be hidden from the old Taoist priests of the Lingxiao Sect, so what if the moves were clumsy and outdated? As long as they worked.
As for why they didn't act sooner, it's probably because they wanted to catch all the poisonous creatures, big and small, in one fell swoop...
It's amazing that they dared to think that way.
The little poisoner chuckled, not glancing at Xue Sangui's pale face again. He clasped his hands behind his head and strode straight to the teahouse.
Almost the instant he turned around, the young men in coarse linen clothes in the teahouse simultaneously gripped the swords hidden under the table and hanging at their waists!
A faint smile played on the lips of the little poisoner as he squinted at the group of people sitting in the teahouse. He counted on his fingers in mid-air: "One, two, three... eight. Why is there an extra one, one of the Seven Sons of Lingxiao?" The little poisoner paused, then suddenly burst into laughter. "You really think highly of me."
The Seven Masters of Lingxiao are seven outstanding individuals from the Lingxiao Sect, possessing the highest level of martial arts skill. Any one of these seven individuals would be a leading figure in the martial arts world, let alone the "Falling Petals Mystery" sword formation they form.
Some say it's the Yama Formation; once you fall into the "Falling Petals Mystery" sword formation, Yama will tell you to leave at midnight and won't let you stay until dawn.
However, this time, the one facing the little poisonous creature is the new Seven Sons of Lingxiao.
Of course, they are not comparable to the once-renowned Seven Masters of Lingxiao. However, they are all outstanding figures among the younger generation, enough to give him a hard time, and should not be underestimated.
However, hidden under the huge straw hat, it was unclear whether the little poisoner was the old Seven Sons or the new Seven Sons of Lingxiao.
We have no choice but to gamble.
If it's the new Seven Sons of Lingxiao, there's still a chance to escape; but if it's the old Seven Sons, then it's like the King of Hell has sent an invitation—death is not far off.
Little Poison could have chosen to escape this time, but he knew that as long as the trumpet creeper was around, he would always be a sitting duck and a caged bird in the hands of those old Taoist priests from the trumpet creeper sect.
He didn't want to run away anymore, and it was also a good opportunity to vent his morning rage.
He clasped his hands together in front of him, his fingers, hidden beneath his wide sleeves, filled with bottles and jars of unidentifiable powders and poisons. His sharply defined jawline lifted slightly as he surveyed the crowd in the teahouse, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he defiantly said:
"Hey you over there, what are you waiting for? Let's all come at once."
Gan Zishi gritted his teeth: "What an arrogant little thief!"
Even the composed Wen Cheng'an was angered: "Uncle-Master?"
He was just waiting for Pei Xuan's command when he smashed the cup in his hand.
The signal was to smash the cup.
Pei Xuan's long, slender fingers caressed the crescent-shaped white teacup in his palm, his eyes, hidden in his pocket, narrowed slightly, as if with regret.
After waiting for so long, I still couldn't catch a big fish.
"pity."
The young men in the teahouse kept their eyes glued to the little poison, but their ears were perked up, listening intently to the clarion call of the smashing cup.
The little poisoner was also ready to throw out his deadly poison at any moment, so that these ignorant old Taoists could see who the real Yama was!
Just as Pei Xuan was about to throw the teacup in his hand, at the critical moment, a very familiar low humming sound suddenly came from the end of the narrow path!
The donkey's braying was like a dagger, piercing the unpredictable atmosphere before the storm.
Regardless of age or skill level, everyone present who practiced martial arts had sharp ears and eyes, and could recognize the footsteps of a person and a donkey even before the donkey arrived.
This was especially true for Pei Xuan.
The tea soaked his sleeves and dripped onto the ground.
Pei Xuan held the small teacup in his palm, frozen in mid-air.
Jiang Ling'er followed Chunhua from afar. She came from the other side of the narrow path and first saw the people in the teahouse, especially Pei Xuan sitting in the corner. Although she could only see his well-defined jawline, his whole dejected and frivolous hooligan aura... there was no one else like him in the world.
I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She was asked by Qin Xiangyu, the tofu seller, to invite Pei Xuan to her wedding. Qin Xiangyu and the widower's wedding was finally set, and she specifically invited Pei Xuan to humiliate that scoundrel of a Taoist priest!
Make him draw those terrible lots for her every time, and say those nasty things every time!
Jiang Ling'er was still worried about not being able to find anyone when she suddenly remembered that Chunhua was intelligent and could be summoned by Pei Xuan with a whistle. Could it know where Pei Xuan was?
really.
Jiang Ling'er, holding Chunhua's hand, hurriedly walked towards Pei Xuan: "You filthy rogue Taoist priest..."
But as they approached the teahouse, seeing that every young man inside had his sword clutched at his waist, and a tense atmosphere pervaded the place… they couldn't help but tense up, stunned.
"What...what happened?"
Pei Xuan's hand was still holding the cup, frozen in mid-air... Suddenly, he slowly placed the cup back on the table.
The young man Gan Zishi, sitting to Pei Xuan's right, immediately exclaimed:
"division……!"
However, out of consideration for Jiang Ling'er, he did not reveal his true identity.
Not only Gan Zishi, but all the young men in the teahouse had their eyes on Pei Xuan.
This little thief is incredibly cunning. He escaped once three years ago. If we don't catch him this time, it will be difficult to get another chance!
Uncle-Master!!!
Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, the young Taoist priest stroked the crescent-shaped teacup with his fingertips, and finally spoke, but it was to Jiang Ling'er:
"...Looking for me?"
Jiang Ling'er immediately and briefly told Pei Xuan about the matter Qin Xiangyu had entrusted to her, then her almond-shaped eyes swept over the small teahouse from top to bottom:
"What...are you doing?"
Gan Zi was truly unwilling to accept this, and was about to say something when Wen Cheng'an glared at him from the opposite side. To his right was his sixth junior sister, Lin Mengwan, who was disguised as a man.
Lin Mengwan secretly tugged at Gan Zishi's sleeve and whispered:
"Fourth Senior Brother, Master Xiaoyaozi must have his reasons for doing this. Besides, you see there are other people around. If word gets out, people in the martial arts world will say that our Lingxiao Sect is bullying the weak with the many."
That makes sense. They instructed Xue Sangui to lead people to this secluded place in order to avoid giving others any ammunition against them.
But Gan Zi really couldn't swallow this insult; with his youthful temper, he could only vent his anger on the troublemakers.
He glared fiercely at Jiang Ling'er!
Jiang Ling'er: "..."
Jiang Ling'er was inexplicably glared at, and only then, following the gazes of the other boys, did she finally see the little poisonous creature. She was stunned.
What are you doing here?
The little poisonous creature had been watching coldly from the sidelines for quite some time.
He watched helplessly as Jiang Ling'er led that stupid donkey toward the person in the corner of the teahouse with great familiarity... without even glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.
Jiang Ling'er, that stupid beast, and...
The little poisoner squinted and saw that the young man sitting in the corner was the same man from that morning.
That man who stayed out all night with Jiang Ling'er.
Thinking of this, a red mist rose again in her beautiful, dark eyes, and she could faintly smell the sweet, metallic scent of rust with every breath.
Instead of running away, he actually strode straight into the teahouse, deep into enemy territory, and delivered himself right into the den of the Lingxiao Sect's stinking Taoist priests!
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he walked to the corner where Pei Xuan was sitting and placed one foot directly on the table!
He glanced at the stupid beast Jiang Ling'er was leading, wrapped in a silly white cloth that read "One divination a day," and laughed.
Looking down at Pei Xuan, who was seated opposite him, his smile was ambiguous and full of provocation:
"You can tell fortunes? Then please tell my fortune, Taoist priest?"
The moment the words were spoken, the group of teenagers stood up in unison. With a clang, they drew their longswords in perfect unison, pointing them at Little Poison!
Utter disgrace!
He dared to barge in alone, and even dared to humiliate Master Xiaoyaozi as a fortune teller...
This is nothing short of a humiliating disgrace to the Lingxiao Sect, trampling their dignity underfoot!
The disciples were furious, especially the fourth disciple, Gan Zishi, who was trembling with rage!
Tensions were high, but after her initial shock, Jiang Ling'er quickly recovered, strode into the teahouse, walked to the little poisoner, grabbed his arm and dragged him out!
She gritted her teeth and whispered in his ear, "What's wrong with you? Come with me right now!"
This little devil seemed rooted to the spot; Jiang Ling'er couldn't budge him. His dark, sinister eyes were fixed on Pei Xuan, but he spoke to Jiang Ling'er:
"No rush, my lady. Let's hear what the Taoist priest has to say."
Finally, he gently patted Jiang Ling'er's hand, looking every bit like a loving young couple.
This was the identity the two had agreed upon for living in Qing Shi Town. Jiang Ling'er thought about how the little poisoner had directly rejected their initial sibling-like relationship due to their age difference, and insisted on a husband-and-wife identity, saying it would be easier to handle. Considering that they were staying in the same inn, insisting on a "sibling" relationship would only arouse suspicion. So she let him be.
However, the two were busy with their own things, and the prepared remarks were completely useless; this was the first time they had spoken in front of others.
And to say it in front of so many people.
Pei Xuan remained silent throughout, his expression hidden beneath his large bamboo hat. All that could be seen was his slender fingertips constantly caressing the crescent-white teacup, lost in thought.
Jiang Ling'er seemed to have been struck by lightning!
Oh no! This is terrible!
She had just told Pei Xuan that the little immortal had abandoned her after seducing her... and then she cheated on him?
Thinking of this, Jiang Ling'er dared not look at Pei Xuan's face. What if this rogue Taoist priest got angry and refused to take her to see the little immortal?!
Jiang Ling'er immediately tried to pull the little poisoner away, but when she couldn't drag him, she reached out and put her hand on his waist. After spending time together, she knew that this was the most sensitive spot on the little poisoner's body and it couldn't be touched.
She not only touched it, but also pinched it hard!
"If you don't come with me... I'll never talk to you again!"
The little poisonous creature frowned and hissed softly, finally deigning to look away from Pei Xuan. Its chest heaved, but it ultimately succumbed to Jiang Ling'er's almost murderous, fiery gaze and was reluctantly dragged away by her.
Seeing the two leave, he pointed his sword at Little Poison and Jiang Ling'er, and shouted at Pei Xuan:
"Master, these are not innocent civilians, but the thief's wife. The two are clearly in cahoots! Master, why should we worry about anything else? Let's make our move!"
The disciples responded in succession:
"Yes, Uncle-Master! We can't let him get away!"
"Give the order, Uncle-Master!"
"Uncle-Master, for this moment, for the humiliation of three years ago, and for Junior Brother Meng Xiaochuan...Uncle-Master!"
The small teahouse was almost shattered by the boys' indignant anger!
The young man, who had remained unmoved until now, finally made a move.
The large bamboo hat was lifted up with two fingers. Pei Xuan stroked the teacup in his hand while his deep, dark phoenix eyes coldly observed the receding figures of Jiang Ling'er and the little poisoner...
The two bickered and teased each other like a young married couple on their way home.
As Pei Xuan gazed at Jiang Ling'er and the little poisoner's profiles as they laughed and played, his mind drifted back to this morning when she reminisced about the old镖头 (bodyguard/escort) under the warm golden sun, her appearance displaying sincerity and passion.
My father often said that love for one's children and heroic spirit can coexist without conflict.
Among us, whether tender-hearted or chivalrous, to stand by and watch someone die is not gentlemanly, and to fail to act righteously is not worthy of being human.
It is only right to help those in need when you see injustice.
The moment the memory ended, only a very soft, mocking laugh was heard from the young man, and then the crescent-colored teacup was placed alone on the table.
The crescent-white and sandalwood-colored tabletops create a striking... even jarring contrast.
It seemed to be mocking the teenagers' frustration and anger, which they had nowhere to vent.
The young man put down his teacup and turned to leave.
After their initial surprise, the disciples, their indignation almost bursting through the roof, shouted in unison:
"Uncle-Master!!!"
Pei Xuan left the teahouse without looking back.
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By the time Little Poison and Jiang Ling'er returned to the inn, night had fallen and the moon and stars were few.
A cold wind, carrying frost and snow, lashed at him, the chill seeping into his bones like a bucket of ice water poured over his head. The red mist above him dissipated considerably, his reason returned, and his mind became much clearer. Only then did the little poison belatedly realize that he had narrowly escaped death.
Even if the other party is a group of young men like him, who look like they haven't even grown up yet, they are still the Lingxiao Sect, which everyone is eager to join. Even if you can only be an outer disciple like Xue Sangui, you are already lucky to have your ancestors burned incense. Not to mention the new Lingxiao Seven, such as Wen Chengan, Gan Zishi, and Lin Mengwan, each of them is a formidable young martial arts master in the martial arts world.
Even setting aside the old and new Seven Masters, just considering the Lingxiao Sect's unparalleled "Falling Blossoms" sword formation, anyone who has ever heard of it will be severely injured, if not killed.
And yet he managed to return unscathed, even though those Lingxiao disciples all looked at him as if they wanted to skin him alive...
Looking at Jiang Ling'er's beautiful yet spirited profile as she walked alongside him, the little poisoner inexplicably thought of the young man sitting upright in the corner of the teahouse.
Although only half of the face was visible due to the bamboo hat, the initial jealousy and hatred made the person seem unrecognizable and wished to tear them to pieces. Now that the mind has calmed down, the reason for the inexplicable hostility and strange feeling has finally been understood.
It wasn't just because of jealousy of what happened that morning, but also because...
He had seen him even before today.
It was even more dangerous than being surrounded by the new Lingxiao Seven Sons today... That time was a true escape from death.
Three years ago, he first broke into the territory of the Lingxiao Sect to steal the Lingxiao Flower. With his disguise, his young age as a cover, and his seemingly unlimited supply of powdered poison, he made his way straight to the heart of the Lingxiao Sect. Even the sect leader, Master Wuyazi, was deceived by his innocent appearance. He drugged everyone in the Lingxiao Sect overnight and entered and exited the sect as if it were empty.
But there is one person who, even when drugged or drunk, can subdue him with just one hand by throwing a bottle!
If he hadn't taken a child hostage to keep him occupied, he wouldn't have been able to get rid of him...
Oh, so the boy named "Meng Xiaochuan" that he injured a few days ago was the Taoist acolyte from three years ago...
The little poisonous creature narrowed its eyes and couldn't help but smile because of the unexpected encounter; it turned out that everyone it encountered was an acquaintance.
The young man sitting in the corner of the teahouse was the same young Taoist priest who had almost captured him three years ago.
So it was him.
It was him.
Pei Xuan, the once-in-a-century genius of the Lingxiao Sect, the youngest mentor in history, the carefree master.
He was once the key figure among the Seven Sons of Lingxiao.
The little poisonous creature pondered for a moment, then suddenly gave a disdainful smile: "How did you become such a coward now?"
"Who are you calling a coward!"
Immediately, a familiar roar rang in his ears, and a wet cloth was slammed onto the little poisonous creature's forehead!
Little Poison: "..."
It turned out that they had already returned to the inn without realizing it.
The little poisonous creature paused, removed the damp cloth, and, feeling inexplicably guilty, hesitated before speaking, "I didn't mean..."
Jiang Ling'er glared at him and said first, "If it weren't for me, you would have been riddled with holes by a hail of swords, you know that!"
Little Poison: "..."
He knows.
"Speak!" Jiang Ling'er sat down on the couch with an air of authority, determined not to give up until she got to the bottom of things that night. She questioned him, "What on earth did you do to offend the Lingxiao Sect? Are you out of your mind?!"
Jiang Ling'er was genuinely angry. What if she... what if she had appeared even a step later today? She didn't dare to think about it.
Just thinking about the little poisonous creature lying on the ground covered in blood, a cold, lifeless corpse... made her feel like she couldn't breathe, and she felt so sad she was about to die... She had to take a deep breath to suppress the soreness rising in her nose.
A feeling I've never had before.
The more upset she became, the angrier she grew. Her already bright almond-shaped eyes seemed to ignite like two bonfires with anger, making them so bright that people dared not look directly at them for fear of being burned.
Little Poison briefly told Jiang Ling'er about how he was forced by Old Poison to steal from the Lingxiao Sect three years ago. He didn't lie, but he omitted the fact that he stole the Lingxiao Flower again three years later, as well as the fact that he had met Pei Xuan.
"So it was because of old grudges..." Jiang Ling'er murmured, not even realizing it herself, and naturally made excuses for the little poisoner, "Three years ago you were only fifteen, how could you escape the old poisoner's control! It's all the old poisoner's fault!"
The little poisoner was pleased to hear this, and the pent-up frustration of the whole day finally eased a little. However, he was also suspicious and narrow-minded, and immediately sensed something was wrong, asking her in return:
"And how did you know they were from the Lingxiao Sect?" He then narrowed his eyes, a hint of red mist flickering in his beautiful, dark pupils. "Did that man tell you?"
Jiang Ling'er was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this: "Which man?" Then she realized, "Oh, you mean him."
His tone was incredibly familiar, as if he were a longtime friend, and you could even recognize him without him saying his name.
The little poisonous creature choked, his eyes immediately turning red with anger. He threw the damp handkerchief he was clutching on the ground, as if it were his heart that had been thrown there. Like a wounded little animal, he angrily questioned her:
"I clearly told you that Qing Shi Town is full of vicious criminals and you should keep your distance from them... Why didn't you listen to me?"
Jiang Ling'er was stunned, not expecting the little poisoner to react so strongly, and murmured, "Why are you so angry..."
"What exactly is your relationship with him? You...you didn't..." With each word the little poisoner uttered, it felt as if worms were gnawing at its chest, and the metallic taste of blood filled its throat. Its eyes, bloodshot and red, stared at Jiang Ling'er, and it said, word by word, "You cheated on me with someone else?!"
Jiang Ling'er was truly stunned: "Steal someone? Steal from whom?"
"Ah, you're saying I stole Pei Xuan? No..." Jiang Ling'er said, feeling quite wronged, "Why would I steal him!"
Jiang Ling'er's expression was sincere and innocent, hardly seeming like she was lying, so it's no wonder the little poisoner didn't believe her. This, in turn, concerned another matter—
No one else is to blame but Jiang Ling'er herself, who has a terrible reputation!
Long before Xiao Duwu and Jiang Ling'er met, when Jiang Ling'er was still an arrogant and pleasure-seeking young master of the world's number one镖主 (bodyguard/escort), Xiao Duwu happened to be in Jinling City and had heard many romantic escapades of this young master of the world's number one镖主.
Forcibly abducting a man is considered mild; I heard that the handsome young master of Sun and Moon Fortress was actually forced into marriage by Jiang Ling'er, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family.
These vulgar, scandalous stories from the streets had always been ignored by the little poisoner, and after spending so much time with Jiang Ling'er, he had long forgotten them. Unexpectedly, the scene that morning stirred up his memories again.
Jiang Ling'er has been going out early and returning late these days, I don't know what she's been up to. She's been collecting trumpet creeper flowers, doing hard labor, and busy dodging the old poisoner's pursuit and threats. What about her?
Could it be that... that he was merely trying to find out news about the little immortal?
Yes, yes, that's how I got in touch with Pei Xuan...
The little poisoner was stirring up a storm in his mind. It was a far cry from the truth, yet from a certain perspective, it was strangely close to the truth... if Jiang Ling'er knew what he was thinking.
For the first time, Jiang Ling'er felt helpless.
Looking at the little poisonous creature's increasingly red eyes, I felt a profound sense of powerlessness for the first time.
She recognized every single word the little poisoner spoke, but when they were put together, she couldn't understand a single one.
She only realized it belatedly:
"You...saw everything this morning?"
The little poisoner pursed its lips tightly, and upon hearing this, a sinister glint flashed across its dark eyes.
If you don't say anything, it means you agree.
Jiang Ling'er: "..."
"…………"
With a "smack," Jiang Ling'er slapped herself on the forehead.
He laughed.
I laughed in exasperation.
She rose from the bed, slowly walked to the little poisonous creature, and sighed softly:
"You..."
Seeing that the little poisoner's eyes were still bloodshot, the boy, who was already tall and had long legs, was now especially taut, like a bow stretched to its limit. Jiang Ling'er had to tilt her head slightly to look him in the eye.
Her fingertips, hidden within her sleeves, twitched slightly. She reached out and firmly grasped the little poisoner's shoulders, then sighed softly, "You..."
Seeing that he was still stubbornly refusing to look at her, she couldn't help but grit her teeth, take a deep breath, puff out her cheeks, grab his shoulders, and forcefully stand on her tiptoes. Just when the little poisonous creature thought she was going to give him a kiss, she slammed her forehead into his forehead, giving him a loud and resounding slap on the head!
"Are you awake now?!"
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"I don't think he's ever been lucid! It was like this three years ago, and it's like this now!"
As the sun sets in the west and night falls, darkness descends.
Meanwhile, bonfires were lit on the winding mountain paths in the far suburbs.
Everyone watched helplessly as Jiang Ling'er and the little poisoner walked away, with no possibility of catching up. The Lingxiao Sect was always strictly disciplined, and without the orders of Master Xiaoyaozi, they dared not and could not act rashly.
Furthermore, it is forbidden to pursue and subdue the thieves in the town or in the bustling city, as this would contradict the Lingxiao Sect's principle of not disturbing the people.
Therefore, they could only watch helplessly as the thieves left, and the duck that was about to be caught flew away, and they got nothing, big or small, of the poisons.
Utterly shameful.
Xue Sangui was escorted to the sect for punishment, while the others started fires and prepared food... Only Gan Zishi was pulled by Wen Cheng'an to the side of a birch tree.
The two were arguing in hushed tones.
With no one else around, Gan Zishi could no longer suppress his anger:
"Three years ago, he let the petty thief go while he was drunk! Three years later, it's him again!"
"Shut up! Since it's already happened, let's not bring it up again! Martial Uncle must have his reasons for doing this." Letting the thief go, especially one with whom they had an old grudge, would be unpleasant for everyone. Wen Cheng'an didn't want to clash with his junior brother, so he softened his tone, "Besides, neither of us were present when this happened three years ago. The entire sect was drugged, and nobody knows what happened..."
"Is his alcoholism genuine?" Gan Zishi was still unconvinced: "I don't think that little thief was wrong. What else is Master Xiaoyaozi but a fortune teller? He's either out telling fortunes, visiting brothels, or drunk all day long... Look at him, how does he resemble an elder! If the sect leader and the senior disciples weren't in seclusion, how would he have the right to give us orders? Besides traveling around, has he ever managed any sect affairs for years?! He'd only cause trouble if he came! Just thinking about how the position of sect leader might be passed on to someone like this makes me..."
Hearing this, Wen Cheng'an was truly enraged: "I told you not to say it, but you still did! Have you forgotten everything the Sect Leader taught you? How dare you show such disrespect to your elders and speak ill of the Sect Leader in private! Go to the Discipline Hall to receive your punishment when you return to the Lingxiao Sect!"
Wen Cheng'an rarely got truly angry, so even with his explosive temper, Gan Zishi didn't argue back. He apologized, and being young at heart, the two brothers quickly reconciled. Wen Cheng'an repeatedly told him to forget those words and not to utter a single word about them in front of others!
Seeing that Gan Zishi was reluctant to agree, they finally let him go, and the two brothers left together.
A lone birch tree and a solitary moon remain.
And there was also a sky full of frost and snow.
Behind the birch trees.
The snowdrift, as high as a small hill, suddenly moved, and snowflakes fell softly, revealing—a huge conical hat.
Pei Xuan removed the bamboo hat that covered his face and murmured, "Finally, some peace and quiet..."
Over there, a bonfire, brothers and sisters, laughter and joy; over here, a cold moon, a lonely tree, and wine.
The young Taoist priest then groped around in the snowdrift and actually pulled out a jar of Daughter's Red wine, which he then tilted his head back and gulped down.
With a tilt of his head, the wine bottle rolled into the snow again, and he leaned against the birch tree and fell into a deep sleep once more.
The cold moon shines endlessly; I have no idea what night it is.
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