Chapter 24 024 "What are you yelling about?"
"Alright, Mom won't bother you two anymore. Aunt Wang next door already has two big, chubby grandsons, when will she call me Mom too..."
Before he could finish speaking, he laughed, and then mischievously pushed Jiang Ling'er into the room and considerately closed the door.
Jiang Ling'er: "..."
Jiang Ling'er wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Aunt Yang seemed to be in much better spirits.
Jiang Ling'er glanced at the little poisoner's handsome face, which held an inscrutable expression, and suddenly a thought struck her: "You..."
Having followed the Little Poisoner for some time, even the slow-witted Jiang Ling'er had come to know some of his character. It was just a guess, but seeing the Little Poisoner cross his arms and coldly sneer:
"I don't like owing favors, especially to rural women who can be crushed with one hand."
The phrase "one hand" was spoken casually, as if crushing an ant were as simple as it seemed, and indeed it was.
Jiang Ling'er: "..."
...Indeed, I wasn't wrong; he had indeed cured her on a whim.
Uncle He often said that a person skilled in medicine might not necessarily be skilled in poison, but a person skilled in poison must be a highly skilled doctor. Sure enough... Suddenly realizing that she was thinking of He Yong again, Jiang Ling'er's breath hitched and her face stiffened. She quickly shook her head, forcing herself to forget him and focus on the little poison creature.
The little poisoner seemed to have only given Yang Da Niang a few casual massages on her back, but in fact it contained a clever technique. It not only forced out the silver needles, but also cleared up the blood stasis and pent-up emotions that had been accumulating in her heart for years. Although her mind was still sometimes confused and sometimes clear, Yang Da Niang felt clearer than ever before, and her hands and feet were more nimble.
Seeing that Aunt Yang was not frightened, but instead turned misfortune into good fortune and became much more cheerful, Jiang Ling'er couldn't help but feel happy. However, this joy quickly dissipated.
Because she realized that at this moment, it was just the two of them left again.
This was certainly not the first time she had been alone with the little poisoner, but it was the first time they had been in the same room as husband and wife, especially since they had been through life and death together before... Several times, they had even argued, and she had even tried to seduce him twice. Once was one thing, but a second time! Each time, she was either humiliated beyond repair, or he had developed an impenetrable defense, or she was simply completely incapable of handling matters of the heart. She had a lot of pride and had long since given up on the idea, not wanting to humiliate herself any further.
Therefore, at this moment, it feels like my whole body is being pricked with needles... It's strange.
Feeling as if she were sitting on pins and needles, Jiang Ling'er took a deep breath and turned around after a long while. When she turned back, she saw that the little poisoner had already climbed onto the bed. She paused slightly, blinked twice quickly, and her tense shoulders instantly relaxed as she breathed a sigh of relief.
The room was tiny, so small that it could only fit a small bed, which of course could only be used by small poisonous creatures.
Jiang Ling'er didn't want it, and naturally, the little poisoner didn't want to give it to her either.
After waiting for a while, there was only a very soft thud. The little poisonous creature opened its closed eyes. There was no one else in the small room except for it.
Except for the cool night breeze brushing against my face.
Grandma Yang's ears were too sharp, and Jiang Ling'er was afraid of startling her, so she didn't leave through the door but climbed out the window. She also dared not stray too far from the little poisonous creature. Fortunately, there was a small courtyard outside the window, so she practiced her Thunderclap Palm under the clear breeze and bright moonlight.
The moonlight, which should have flowed like a spring, seemed to be scattered by these unsettling and reckless punches that disturbed people's peaceful dreams. The shattered moonlight shone in through the window frame, along with the low shouts of someone practicing punches, which also drifted in with the night wind.
The little poisonous creature raised an eyebrow, listened for a while, but showed no anger, and scoffed softly:
"chuff."
She turned over and fell asleep.
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An hour has passed.
The jade-white earlobe hidden beneath her raven-feather-like long hair twitched, and the rustling sound of falling leaves constantly entered her ears.
Another hour later—
He suddenly threw off the covers and sat up.
The little poisonous creature stared at the people outside the window with a gloomy expression, then suddenly rolled off the bed.
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The next day.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
Jiang Ling'er only leaned against the tree for a short while before getting up again to practice her boxing. She repeatedly recalled the old镖头's moves and punched the tree trunk again and again.
He didn't stop even when his palms were red and blood was seeping from his finger bones.
Not enough, not enough...
It's still not enough!
If she had never met Di Qing, she might have been complacent about the battle at the inn. But if she had never met Di Qing, never fought against Ji Yunshu, Zhao Xiao, Xiao Duwu, and others... Di Qing wouldn't even have needed to use his fists; he could have easily knocked her down with a wave of his hand!
Not enough, not enough, far from enough!
She slammed her palm against the tree again and again, the leaves stained with splattered blood. Jiang Ling'er let out a low shout, turning her palm into a fist, just as she was about to punch the giant tree, a lazy voice came from behind:
"What are you yelling about?"
The bloodied fist froze half an inch in front of the tree trunk. Jiang Ling'er stood frozen for a long time before slowly turning around. She saw the little poisoner leaning loosely against the bedside, impatiently picking at his ear, staring coldly at her. "You've been howling all night. With your fighting style, even if you fight until the sky darkens and your hands are crippled, don't even mention Di Qing, one of the eight great assassins of the Demonic Sect. Even that Zhao guy... 'Zhao Xiao,' right? You'll still be trampled underfoot by that bastard, completely powerless to fight back. Believe it or not?"
Jiang Ling'er: "..."
Jiang Ling'er paused, remaining silent, her lips turning white, and her clenched fist tightened even more, beads of blood trickling down between her fingers.
Because she knew that what he said... was all correct.
She still couldn't beat Zhao Xiao!
Not to mention He Yong and Di Qing!
She can't beat anyone!
Seeing her standing there like a statue, her lower lip almost bleeding from where she had bitten it, her eyes red and swollen with bloodshot veins, the little poisonous creature stared at her for a moment, then chuckled:
"idiot."
Jiang Ling'er took a deep breath, suppressing the hatred and shame she felt towards herself. She turned away, ignoring the little poisonous creature, and stared at the tree trunk. She clenched her blood-stained fists, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and fixed her gaze. Her clothes fluttered without wind, and just as she was about to strike, a cool breeze swept past her ear. She shuddered and turned around to unleash a "Thunder" strike!
With a familiar creaking sound of X-gears turning, something flashed by, and "Thunder" missed its target.
Jiang Ling'er looked closely and realized it was the puppet from last night!
No! Last night, all the puppets either had their limbs crippled and skulls broken by her and the little poisonous creature, or were bitten to dust by the little poisonous creature's venomous insects. There's absolutely no way any of them could have survived intact unless...
Jiang Ling'er abruptly turned to look at the little poisonous creature, only then noticing the two dark circles under his eyes. Looking closer, she saw that the puppet's joints were clearly shattered, even its head was missing an eye and an arm, obviously reassembled from fragments. Jiang Ling'er's eyes trembled as she understood:
"Could it be that you..."
The little poisonous creature yawned lazily, leaning against the ivy-covered green wall behind it, like a languid cat, seemingly harmless but occasionally flashing its sharp claws to scratch someone:
“You’re still somewhat useful, but your kung fu is so bad that you’re not going to amount to anything. Even I, an outsider, know that the Thunder Palm’s formidable reputation is all about the ‘speed and force of lightning.’ If you practice like this, hitting a piece of wood, you’ll never be able to unleash even a tenth of its power in your entire life.”
As they were talking, the puppet suddenly charged at Jiang Ling'er again. The puppet was already fast, but it became even faster after being modified by the little poison creature. Not only could Jiang Ling'er not hit it, but she was also chased all over the yard even though she used her light footwork. Seeing her disheveled appearance, the little poison creature frowned and spat, "You should practice your mediocre light footwork. Practice the word 'fast' until you can stop being chased all over the yard. Practice until you can shatter this puppet with one palm."
Jiang Ling'er was still in a daze, with no time to think. The little poisoner was clearly determined to teach her a lesson, far more serious than he'd made it out to be! Not only had he given the puppet wheels, making it run wildly like a mad dog, but he'd also modified its original mechanism, which only allowed it to spit out three silver needles. Now, the puppet was spitting out wooden spikes at her like a shower of flowers, a volley of splinters filling the air. Jiang Ling'er was inevitably pricked several times. While awkwardly dodging the splinters, she asked him:
Why are you helping me?
Although she had run away in a sorry state and suffered many injuries, she knew that the little poisoner was a puppet specifically modified to exploit her weaknesses, which was no simple matter. She knew that in the little poisoner's eyes, she and Aunt Yang were no different from ants, and he... had absolutely no reason to do such a thing.
The little poisonous creature snorted coldly upon hearing this: "With your current small body, you are completely unqualified to cultivate with me and be my vessel. Keep practicing."
After saying that, he stretched and turned to go back to his room for a nap.
Jiang Ling'er was left alone, fleeing in a disheveled state. At first glance, she heard the expected answer. If she wanted to stay by the little poisoner's side, she should improve her combat skills. After all, she had provoked the demonic sect assassin Di Qing, whom she shouldn't have provoked. However, the next second, she twisted her ankle, and wooden splinters hit her left and right shoulders one after another. The wooden splinters had been sharpened, unlike needles that could take a life, but they still hurt terribly when they hit her!
She grimaced and unleashed several Thunder Palm strikes, managing to carve a gap through the rain of splinters. After a few leaps, she managed to hide behind a tree and catch her breath, but the breath caught in her throat, unable to rise or fall.
The heartbeat grew heavier with each beat.
What did she hear?
With your current small body, you're completely unqualified to be my vessel for dual cultivation. Keep practicing.
Jiang Ling'er was speechless for a long time, then blinked rapidly. This little poisoner...
Does this mean I want to cultivate with her?
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Author's Note: Happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone! Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2023-06-10 15:26:29 and 2023-06-22 18:10:20!
Thank you to the little angel who watered the nutrient solution: Ronin (3 bottles);
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
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