Chapter 6, Mountain Gate

Xiao Wenbing swung his arm vigorously, trying to shake off Ming Mei's grasp. Although he did not understand what Ming Mei was up to, logically speaking, he should not be endangering his own life.

However, he remains tight-lipped about what exactly is different

The Mingmei Taoist was also taken aback; he smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother Xiao is naturally different"

Here stands a mountain peak, atop which is a steep cliff. Mingmei pulls Xiao Wenbing directly towards the cliff.

As soon as he uttered this sentence, he immediately regretted it. He could have just entered without saying so much; if he provoked his anger, wouldn't that be asking for trouble? If things went badly, he might even invite a fatal disaster upon himself, which would truly be more unjust than the plight of Dou E.

"Go..." Ming Mei lightly exclaimed, and the beam of light in the sky seemed to receive a command, suddenly bursting forth and rushing towards Xiao Wenbing.

With one step, then another, I have already reached the edge of the cliff. Mingmei shows no sign of stopping; one foot has already stepped out over the cliff.

Xiao Wenbing felt a chill in his heart, but his hand was held by Ming Mei, leaving him no chance to evade or dodge. Moreover, the speed of this light was indeed too fast for him to have any opportunity to escape.

It is uncertain how long they have been running, but Xiao Wenbing can be absolutely certain that they have covered a considerable distance.

The two young acolytes shivered simultaneously; judging by their appearance, it seems they have endured this hardship more than once.

A dimly lit hand, akin to an iron shackle, held Xiao Wenbing firmly in place, no matter how much he struggled, he could not move an inch.

Brother Xiao, since you lack martial skills, how about allowing this humble Taoist to accompany you for a while

Ah, it was my oversight. The false blind man’s expression changed, and he reached up to wipe his face. When he lowered his hand, a handsome visage was revealed: "I am the humble monk Mingmei, and I offer my respects."

Brother Xiao, this is the sacred ground of our Secret Symbol Sect. Except for the inner disciples and a few limited outer disciples, no one is allowed to enter without the permission of my master

Having obtained the consent of Xiao Wenbing, or rather, someone is well aware of the principle of being a wise person by recognizing the times. In any case, the conversation between both parties appeared to be quite harmonious on the surface, but it can be said that it was a situation where all were pleased.

Xiao Wenbing's skin immediately broke out in goosebumps, and he inwardly lamented, for he had no inclination whatsoever in this regard

"Brother Xiao, we are leaving"

Ming Mei pointed at Xiao Wenbing and said: "This is my guest; you are to serve him well"

Their speed is so astonishing that it has reached such a level. If Xiao Wenbing were not wearing a pair of sunglasses, he would have already been unable to open his eyes at this moment

What a magnificent abode of immortals

However, he still does not want to take any risks before he is completely certain.

He immediately understood that this Taoist was acting intentionally

Mingmei looked at Xiao Wenbing with a smile, and if he knew what Xiao Wenbing was thinking at that moment, he would probably have already slapped him across the face.

After the Mingmei Taoist finished speaking, he grasped Xiao Wenbing's hand with force and immediately moved forward like the wind

Xiao Wenbing was astonished, unable to comprehend why he would do such a thing. The disparity in strength between the two was simply vast; if this Mingmei Taoist had any malicious intentions, he would have absolutely no room for resistance against the book.

Xiao Wenbing's eyes suddenly widened to their fullest extent, as a bizarre and strange pattern abruptly appeared in the void, shimmering and radiating dazzling light. This was something he witnessed with his own eyes, certainly not an illusion, and the shock in his heart was beyond what words could describe

Ming Mei turned around and, facing Xiao Wenbing, already wore a smile: "Brother Xiao, please have a seat. If you need anything, just instruct them to take care of it. If they show any negligence, I will break their legs later to vent your anger."

I have heard that there is a face-changing technique in Chinese Sichuan opera, and I wonder if it originated from this.

The melodious chirping of birds and the fragrant blossoms create an enchanting scene. The vast meadows, lush and green throughout the four seasons, feature grass that is both fine and tender, dotted with vibrant flowers in yellow, white, and purple, resembling a sky full of stars

Ah... how can I get in then?" Xiao Wenbing casually asked

If that is the case, then why go to such great lengths

Accompanied by Xiao Wenbing, Ming Mei arrived at a residence. With a clap of her hands, two young acolytes immediately came forward.

As they were about to reach the summit, Mingmei not only did not slow down with the books, but instead quickened her pace by a third.

Countless rays of light rushed into Xiao Wenbing's body in a competitive frenzy. In the next moment, a marvelous event occurred

The term "poor Daoist" caught Xiao Wenbing off guard; it seemed like a title he hadn't heard in a long time. If he weren't aware of this person's unimaginable abilities, he might have genuinely thought he was dealing with a lunatic.

Xiao Wenbing was greatly shocked; he opened his mouth to speak, but a gust of wind rushed directly into his throat, forcefully stifling his voice.

The two young acolytes seemed to be quite fearful of him, and immediately responded in unison, not daring to delay even for a moment

The slightly sloped grassland, with its green grass coming into view, leaves a deeper impression during the spring and summer.

Xiao Wenbing suddenly realized that his body felt light as a feather, as if it had lost all weight, and it seemed that even a gentle breeze could carry him far away.

Ming Mei suddenly reached out and grabbed Xiao Wenbing.

"Brother Xiao, I am about to cast a spell, so be careful," Ming Mei said, then gestured in the air a few times and softly exclaimed, "Hah..."

However, upon hearing his Dao name, Xiao Wenbing could not suppress the wild laughter that surged within him. Bright, hmm... That delicate, fair-skinned appearance was indeed quite bright. This Dao name, Xiao Wenbing thought wickedly, could it be that he is a rabbit?

"Bright and beautiful? Ah... I have long admired you." Xiao Wenbing was utterly impressed by his ability to change his expression, as with just a single gesture, he transformed his entire appearance. This skill was far more astonishing than that of any magician.

Xiao Wenbing's heart sank completely, however, before he could begin to wail, the scene before him suddenly transformed.

The sound of the wind whistling past his ears made Xiao Wenbing's heart race rapidly, and his emotions soared to an unprecedented height. It was exhilarating, an absolute thrill; the excitement brought on by such speed was certainly incomparable to trivial activities like street racing.

Xiao Wenbing felt disdain in his heart, yet his face displayed increasing joy as he nodded repeatedly. Suddenly recalling something, he asked, "That's great, may I ask how to address you, Daoist?"

For the first time, Xiao Wenbing was completely lost in such a magical place. He did not know how much time had passed when he finally regained his senses and looked up to see Mingmei smiling at him.