Chapter Nine, The Collapse of Coexistence

"Luo Shao, are we just going to stick to the official road?" Wu Shilang looked at Luo Jinfeng with confusion. When he was with Leng Wushuang, they always took shortcuts, and the paths they traveled were usually rugged and uneven, rarely like the leisurely stroll they were having on the official road now.

She enjoys being mischievous, tugging at others' sleeves... He paused for a moment, suddenly recalling that the person currently with Wulilang was Luo Jinfeng. As a fleeting image of Wulilang tugging at Luo Jinfeng's sleeve and laughing heartily crossed his mind, an unfamiliar pang of pain immediately surged within him

Luo Jinfeng finally broke down, standing up with a blank expression, enduring the soreness in his back and shoulders, silently stiffening his spine as he pushed the door open and walked out

Why can't his abilities be restored

During this period, all the pastries and beverages sent to several large villas have been mixed with fifty-scented powder. If it were not for the little maid from our own estate sneaking a taste, and after consuming it a few times, showing signs of addiction, it is likely that this matter would not have been exposed.

"Wushilang, you did this on purpose." Luo Jinfeng said through clenched teeth, with a hint of a smile, "Do you feel a sense of accomplishment?"

He had made up his mind to travel from southern Anhui to the land of Shu, sending people along the way to prevent any encounters, and he would absolutely not allow Wu Shilang and Leng Wushuang to meet again

He has never told himself that his abilities have no possibility of recovery, and that being distracted has led him to become obsessed; thus, the root cause lies within himself

Upon awakening, I found myself enveloped in a soft shade of lavender, with a faint fragrance of orchids permeating the air, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.

Luo Jinfeng saw her mood improve, and could not help but feel even happier in her heart. She pursed her red lips and smiled joyfully, unexpectedly revealing two very shallow dimples on her cheeks. "If you blame me for not letting you grow taller, then use your entire life to take revenge on me."

"Wushilang, what are you doing?" After a long silence, Luo Shao below could not help but feel anxious

Luo Shao's kneading left her with a distorted expression, gritting her teeth in pain. After enduring for a full tea session, she could no longer hold back and slammed the table, angrily exclaiming: "Are you kneading dough? Why does it hurt so much!"

Indeed, it still relates to his issue. Luo Jinfeng turned around, a trace of hurt flickering in his eyes, and then he laughed heartily: "That medicine of mine can only heal his internal injuries, but it cannot help him regain his power." He paused and asked, "Do you know why?"

Leng Wushuang clenched her fists repeatedly, and finally walked slowly towards Duan Shuixian, saying coldly: "Conditions"

"How about I give you a shoulder massage?" Wulilang shyly suggested, pointing with his finger

Leng Wushuang's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch again, and then she silently turned around, walking towards the stairs without looking back

As she spoke, she subtly shifted half an inch outward, "I stepped on you, you bit me, we are even."

Wulou responded with a somewhat understanding "oh". Although he felt that what was said made a lot of sense, there was an underlying feeling deep within him that something was amiss

"Hmm, because he has lost a lot of weight recently, his complexion affects his appearance," Duan Shuixian said, resting her chin on her hands, feeling dejected. "If I win against him like this, it would be an unfair victory."

If you accompany me, I will tell you the whereabouts of Wuliang.

Luo Shao's expression immediately darkened, and he angrily said, "Are you saying that I have an unpleasant odor?" He still did not believe it, propping up his arms to sniff left and right, and then became even more furious, saying, "You are lying; I have no odor at all!"

In the darkness, Luo Shao's eyes sparkled like two black gems soaked in water. Wu Shilang hesitantly reached out his hand, uncertain, and while extending it, he asked: "What are you doing?"

The shopkeeper also frowned and said: "Young master, there are many guests in black clothing; does he have any other distinguishing features or characteristics?"

"Do not hold my hand anymore," Wushilang suddenly recalled Leng Yan's cold demeanor, and his whole body trembled as he said, "We, men and women, should not engage in physical contact."

Wuliao was taken aback for a moment, then immediately looked at her with a gaze full of admiration. It must be said that what she had just used was indeed the kneading technique of her aunt from home, who was an expert in kneading dough from Shaanxi. Her technique was powerful and seasoned. Wuliao particularly admired her exceptional skill in kneading and pulling noodles, and it took him a full three years to master it before he could officially start.

Wuliang stood at the cave entrance, tears streaming down his face, "Young Master Luo, how can you falsely accuse someone like this? You have changed positions countless times, and I, Wuliang, have also changed positions many times before I struck down.

"Not bad, let's take the official road," said Young Master Luo with a smile, while adjusting his robe. "Taking the small path does not suit my temperament; it is dusty, there are few people, and there are no large inns. Do you enjoy spending your days exposed to the elements, covered in dust and dirt?"

On one side is the cold and aloof unparalleled young master, and on the other is the refined and elegant gentleman sword. Regardless of which side it is, both will be their own strongest and most formidable competitors

He frowned, truly unsure whether Wulilang still insisted on wearing black clothing like himself

Gojuro let out a loud sneeze, then rubbed his nose, tears welling up as he said, "I can't stand the smell on you, I don't like it"

The more straightforward her answers were, the more a dull pain settled in Luo Jinfeng's heart

Wuliao Lang, with a pout and tearful eyes

Fifty Lang peered into the dark hole and quietly asked, "Luo Shao, are you alright?"

The green-clad guard remained even more silent

"Can't die from eating." Wushi Lang glared at Luo Jinfeng with great anger, and in the midst of this wind, he took a bite out of the meat filling of the half pancake in his hand, "I am just unhappy!"

What happened to your arm?" Wulilang sat up, pulled off the clothes wrapped around him, handed them over, his face flushed, and said: "You should put on the clothes.

The young master of the Luo family completely lost his temper, screaming hysterically

Luo Shao's voice revealed a deep sense of helplessness, carrying a certain air of lament, "Your left foot is on my chest, your right foot is on my abdomen"

Fifty-year-old Lang was in a state of great confusion, staring blankly.

Luo Jinfeng glanced over with a sidelong look, a smile playing at the corners of her lips, as she took the clothes and slowly put them on in a leisurely manner, then replied: "My arm has been exerted all night, it is merely sore."

Young master, would you prefer to have a meal or a snack?

What kind of scene is it when one smiles? Leng Wushuang suddenly recalled the first time she saw Wushilang; at that moment, her mouth was full of crimson, smiling timidly, resembling a startled little kitten. Suddenly, warmth surged in her chest, and a hint of a smile appeared in her eyes, then she said: "When she smiles, she is quite adorable, like a mischievous little cat."

After speaking, he opened his arms wide towards Wushilang, smiling as he waited for her to leap into them

The head of the green-clad guard immediately shook like a rattle.

"My stomach hurts," Wuliang curled up his body, looking at Luo Jinfeng with tearful eyes, "Only the pills from Leng Wushuang can suppress this kind of pain"

The chef in the building was recruited by the Xiao family, the flour used is supplied by the Xiao family, and even the shop responsible for transportation has a partnership with the Xiao family. Duan Shuixian furrowed her brows and muttered to herself, "Then, Master Xiao, what role have you played in all of this"

"You actually grind your teeth while sleeping, how rude." Luo Shao, with his arms crossed and dressed only in his undergarments, leaned against the wall, smiling as he looked at Wu Shilang from a distance of ten steps.

If we were to split it 50-50 again, all of my earnings for this month would be in vain

He was unaware that at this moment, the two individuals were on the other side of the fork in the road, racking their brains and exhausting their mental efforts on how to elegantly emerge from the hole

Fifty Lang, you are quite ruthless

"Stop your tears," Luo Jinfeng glanced over and said with a smile, "I am not Leng Wushuang; a girl's tears are of no use to me at all."

Without the flint, being alone with a young girl, of course, is to take advantage of the situation

The two individuals remained silent.

Indeed, it hits the mark with just one phrase

The young guard seemed to understand yet not fully comprehend, nodding blankly; after all, what the young master said was always right. Through countless waves, it has been proven that the rise of the Duan family is inseparable from Duan Shuixian

Good person? Luo Jinfeng smiled bitterly, then rallied himself and said: "It all depends on how you make me happy." The corners of his lips lifted in a proud manner, carrying a hint of provocation, his eyes flickering unpredictably, "I want to see your performance"

Shaking his hand, he flicked it downwards

Luo Shao, who had flown far away, stumbled in mid-air and turned back to shout angrily: "Who said I took the wrong path? I just like this route, and even if it's wrong, I will see it through to the end. You better hurry up and follow me."

"Why are you telling me this?" Leng Wushuang asked coldly, turning around, his eyes filled with icy coldness. Duan Shuixian's words reminded him of the attitude of Luo Jinfeng towards Wushilang at Heifengzhai.

Well

Master Xiao's indulgence towards Wushi Lang is not unfounded

The young guard behind him expressed his confusion, saying: "Young Master, why do we need to prepare so many dishes for Young Master Leng?"

Wuliang looked at him, completely unmoved, and could only sigh, standing up and asking in a very suppressed tone: "When are we going to find Wushuang? You promised me that we would hurry to find Wushuang."

He used chopsticks to push the cold dishes on the table back and forth, then set them down, waved his hand, and smiled as he watched the waiter run about excitedly

"Then why don't you jump?" asked Wulilang.

"Young Master," the waiter rubbed his hands together, looking quite troubled, "What you say puts me in a difficult position. There are ten young masters here, and nine of them are dressed in black. " He casually pointed, and indeed, the table was filled with individuals in black clothing and robes, all with long hair cascading over their shoulders, resembling countless replicas of the unparalleled young masters, varying in height, build, and appearance.

It is surprising that there are people who care so much about that ranking

In fact, during the day, this hole does not seem too terrifying; with some effort, even without any lightness skills, one can definitely climb up.

The young man stared in astonishment as he recalled, suddenly feeling that the more vividly he narrated, the more it left people feeling lost.

As the night grew deeper, a series of cold winds swept in from the cave entrance, brushing across the pit's bottom and stirring the gravel there. Wulilang hugged his arms, trembling uncontrollably.

Wuliang did not respond to him, crossing his arms in deep thought. After a moment, he said with unusual seriousness: "I will not always be by your side. For now, I will only accompany you to the town ahead. Firstly, I need to find a healer who can cure the poison, and secondly, I need to ensure that Wushuang is no longer in danger"

Wuliang immediately rushed over in a servile manner, grabbing, pinching, and kneading, wishing he could even pounce on him and bite off a piece of his flesh

What is this called? This is called harming others without benefiting oneself, just for the sake of feeling good! Fifty Lang rolled his eyes.

"Cut it out," Wushirang shot a sidelong glance and crossed her arms, saying, "You really think too highly of yourself. Do I have the time to waste my whole life with you?" Her eyes rolled as she pointed to her own nose and declared, "As for me, I plan to roam the rivers and lakes freely with Wushuang in the future. Dragging you along would be utterly inappropriate."

Wulou's heart was filled with unease as he watched the fire crackling in the hearth

"Are you feeling cold?" Luo Shao looked at him with sparkling eyes and said with a smile, "Come here, I allow you to absorb some warmth in my embrace."

Duan Shuixian remained silent, slowly turning around to gaze into the distance. After a long while, he softly murmured, "I want to surpass Luo Chaoleng and sit in the position of the most handsome man in the martial world!" As he spoke, he sighed, saying, "Only when you are always by my side, wearing black robes alongside me, will the writers of the rivers and lakes realize that my talents and beauty, Duan Shuixian, surpass yours, and that your title of 'first' is so undeserved."

Duan Shuixian furrowed her brows and asked in confusion: "At our Pinxiang Building, all the dishes are prepared by our own chefs. Why would there be fifty scattered items in the food box sent to the Lu family estate?"

Luo Jinfeng was beaten to the point where he could not utter a word, holding back a flood of tears, and after a long while, he finally managed to stammer, "Alright, fine, let's stop here for today." His back was burning with pain, not knowing what hard object was striking against his spine, each blow causing him agony akin to that of a torturous punishment

Luo Jinfeng sighed and shook his head, feeling a sense of mutual understanding: "If he were to overcome the sword tribulation, he could potentially become a top-tier expert. Yet, he himself does not know why he has become distracted, intoxicated like drifting clouds. The backlash is particularly tyrannical; once it occurs, the possibility of recovery is extremely low"

"So, would you like to sit down and have a little more to eat?" Duan Dashao, after settling the bill, placed the golden abacus into his bosom and kindly asked while pointing at the dishes laid out on the new tablecloth.

He originally fabricated a story to provoke Leng Wushuang, but as he spoke, he became angry himself. In his fury, he fanned himself more vigorously, causing a few strands of his hair to sway gently, which only served to enhance his elegant and ethereal demeanor

"You cannot cleanse it," Luo Shao's voice grew increasingly eerie, "Wuliang, in this lifetime, you will never be able to cleanse it."

As he spoke, he slightly lowered the garment from his shoulders, revealing a patch of pale, delicate skin that was indeed marked with shades of blue and purple.

The sound in the cave continues, "Wushi Lang, if you can't find a rope to pull me up, then just jump down yourself"

You said, how should you compensate me

Leng Wushuang pondered for a moment and then hesitantly asked, "Have you seen two young gentlemen, one of whom is short and dressed in black?"

Unable to find it?" Luo Shao was furious, recalling the embarrassing moment when he fell down. In a fit of anger and humiliation, he looked up and shouted, "If you can't find it, then jump down yourself."

Luo Jinfeng's actions indeed came to an immediate halt

Although he was smiling, he recalled Leng Wushuang's earlier words about the propriety of men and women not being intimate. He resentfully grasped her hand, bit down on her wrist, and angrily declared: "Nonsense about propriety, I insist that you bear my mark"

He said this, but his heart still gave a small pang

His face flushed with anger, he waved his hand and, using his lightness skill, flew several hundred meters away.

Thus, she clasped her head with both arms and, without a moment's hesitation, jumped down.

Wordless ... . ... Wulirang wisely chose silence, and then carefully stepped over Luo Shao's face, continuing in the direction ahead, with a rugged terrain beneath his feet

Upon thinking of this, Duan Shuixian immediately recalled the image of Wuliang sticking out his tongue and making a face. Suddenly, a warmth surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but laugh and scold, "What a monkey you are!" He furrowed his brows and sighed, "However, how did you get involved with those two fellows?"

Despite standing face to face at a distance of no more than five steps, he felt that he and she were already separated by two different worlds

I? ! '' Wulilang glared, pointing his index finger at his own nose, '' Then what if I jump down? ''

With a creak, the guard in green gently closed the door, retreating slightly as he left the room

Poor Wushuang, chasing all the way, no matter how fast he ran, ultimately missed Fifty Lang.

She spoke so seriously, and for the first time, a look of what could be called concern appeared on her small face

"Wuliang, is it okay for you to eat like this?"

At this point, Young Master Luo has finally collapsed

Leng Wushuang's brow twitched slightly, and she calmly distanced herself from him by ten steps, coldly asking: "Why?"

Wuliang bit his finger, frowned, and said: "Huh? Then what do you want me to do with you?"

Luo Jinfeng was utterly speechless. Sometimes, some people are simply not meant for communication. He clearly understood this principle, yet every time he attempted to communicate in vain.

"Well, not answering is tantamount to acquiescence." Duan Shuixian said with a smile as she sat by the window, pointing at the table full of dishes, and instructed, "Waiter, clear everything away and serve it again."

This pit is so deep. After lighting the campfire, Wulilang realized just how deep this hole was, measuring at least three to four men high

Luo Jinfeng felt a slight pain in his heart, then feigned a relaxed demeanor and smiled gently as he said: "Xiao Wushi, first of all, the medical immortal you are looking for is probably impossible to find, as he has passed away two years ago. However, I can take you to find his disciple, who happens to be my little aunt."

He spoke in an exceedingly sweet manner, with a hint of emotions unknown to him reflected in his brows and eyes

The room was enveloped in silence, and Duan Shuixian sat upright at the head of the bed, letting out a long, deep sigh. After a while, she picked up a piece of jade pendant and sighed deeply once more.

Can his abilities be restored

At this moment, Leng Wushuang has been running along the narrow path for three to four days

The more he spoke, the happier he became. He opened his arms, looked up at the sky, and sighed: "Everyone in the world is intoxicated and in a state of chaos; only with facts can I prove my exceptional talent and beauty."

Bringing along Leng Wushuang naturally adds another layer of profound meaning

Wulou stared with wide eyes, remaining silent.

His eyes held a hint of confusion as he furrowed his brow and gazed at the fork in the road not far away

Ah? So it is like this. In the darkness, Wushilang habitually jumped backward, and upon landing, the ground remained uneven.

Fifty Lang, I will bring Young Master Leng to meet you.

"All right," Wushilang clenched his fist, each joint cracking ominously, and he growled seriously, "I am coming!"

"Luo Shao, what are you doing?" Wu Shilang exclaimed in shock, pulling his hand back in a flustered manner. "You can't bite me; I didn't mean to just now. It was you who made me jump down."

Climbing up is not difficult, and climbing with grace and charm represents a certain realm of existence

Wuliang thought for a moment; in this desolate wilderness, if he stayed outside the cave, he might be taken away by wild beasts. Jumping down, at the very least, there was the gentleman's sword, both civil and martial, belonging to the young master Luo in the cave.

The two of them sat at a distance from each other, both falling into silence

Luo Shao looked at her in a daze, his eyes shining with a worshipful light. Suddenly enlightened, he became furious: "You really think I'm a dough ball, huh? Kneading me with such enthusiasm."

She ... ... '' Leng Wushuang could no longer utter any adjectives. During this period, it was always Wuliang who chattered behind her, and she had never taken the initiative to talk to him about anything, nor had she rarely taken the initiative to observe him. Now, looking back, apart from her smiling face, she realized that she could not describe any of Wuliang's characteristics at all.

He has been following Duan Dashao for nearly ten years, and it is extremely rare to see him engage in such a loss-making business. This time, the extravagant invitation to dinner is simply unprecedented.

Duan Shuixian was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "There are no other conditions, but you may accompany me while you search for Wuliang."

"No." Luo Jinfeng's expression turned cold as he turned to Wushilang and said, "Right now, you are following me, but as we descend the mountain, every question you have will involve him."

Even if the relationship is lost, he can create another one, entangled in this way, anyway, there should be no clear resolution.

Are you insulting me?" Duan Shuixian suddenly turned around, filled with anger, and said: "What joy is there in winning without a fight, if I have already achieved first place?

Luo Shao laughed and said: "With so many servants at my Loxia Mountain Villa, what need do I have for you?"

With the conclusion of the speech, the figure moved even faster, leaving Wulilang far behind.

Because this young master is dressed in black

After a while, I heard the young master Luo below let out another exclamation: "There's bleeding..." The voice was startled and trembling, and after the exclamation, there was complete silence.

On the jade pendant, a vividly carved adorable little monkey is holding a celestial peach, gazing eagerly.

Although it is already late autumn, due to his relentless journey, the hair on his forehead remains damp and clings to his skin. He does not dare to rest for a moment, and only slows down after rushing through three towns in one breath

Gojuro scratched his head and said, "What I mean is, that floral scent on you, I can't stand it. It makes me sneeze. I've never been able to tolerate floral scents since I was a child. In my home, there are only green leaves and trees, never any flowers, and that's the reason."

Leng Wushuang's feet suddenly came to a halt, standing there coldly

She paused for a moment, gazing intently at the fire, "I know you are unwilling to open his meridians, so I do not ask this of you, but I must find someone who can help him"

"My eyes hurt." Luo Jinfeng also squatted on the ground, tilting his head with a playful expression, "Seeing you in pain, my eyes hurt as well."

A single straw is certainly not surprising; one day, I will let him know that I am the straw of that vast plain, which, when converted, can roughly match the value of his treasure. Fifty Lang smiled sweetly, recalling the cold and indifferent expression of Leng Wushuang, feeling a wave of sweetness in his heart

Ah ... ...

Well then

Is it really like this? Duan Shuixian pondered while rubbing his forehead, and after a while, he said: "During the martial arts conference in October, our Duan family will cease supplying pastries and food items, and this time, we will withdraw from the list of suppliers for the competition."

The response to her was his own echo, this pit is not just ordinary deep, Wulilang thought again and again, trembling hands picked up a slightly smaller stone, about the size of a palm

Wuliao shook his head, looking utterly perplexed

As soon as her teeth made contact with his knuckles, she couldn't help but ease her grip. Her small hand was soft and carried a faint scent of milk, gradually transforming Luo Shao's bite into a nibble

Absolutely not! Fifty Lang was just about to raise his hand and swear that it indeed has nothing to do with kneading dough or pulling noodles. As for the shoulder patting, it is only related to pounding meat filling!

"Young Master, it is said that this kind of thing is not entirely fifty percent scattered," the green-clad guard replied cautiously

Then I will ask the last question, "Fifty Lang is pitifully sniffing his nose"

In comparison, the Duan family is still somewhat more important than silver.

I said it is extremely unlikely, but it is not impossible to recover. Luo Jinfeng felt a mix of emotions, and seeing Wulilang's dejected expression, he ultimately could not hold back, saying, "If we can clear his blocked meridians, then it would not matter."

Indeed, it was not long after he swept past that he heard a loud bang, followed by a roar that shook the heavens and made the ghosts weep: "Wushi Lang, come over here."

I know that she is with Luo Jinfeng," said Young Master Duan, pulling out a fan adorned with gold from his sleeve, elegantly fanning himself as he gritted his teeth and continued, "Moreover, the one with the surname Luo has clearly taken a liking to Wulilang. I have heard that there are many beautiful courtesans hidden in Luoxia Mountain Villa, all of whom he has sought from various places to keep as collectibles.

"If you hesitate for another moment, we will waste another minute," Duan Shuixian said with a smile, fanning herself gracefully. "By then, with Luo Shaoran and Wushilang being a man and a woman alone together, I cannot guarantee that there won't be any unexpected developments."

She closed her eyes, steeled herself, and brought the brick down with force.

What is the reason for that

Bored. Cold, with eyes like icy stars, she shot a glance over, lacking even the simplest pretense of politeness, then turned to the waiter and said: "Lead the way ahead."

With a face like cold jade, a body like a green pine, bearing three swords on the shoulders, one gold and two green

Ah, by the way, since you haven't spoken, I almost forgot. You also had some just now," Duan Shuixian took out a pocket-sized golden abacus from his pocket and clicked it rapidly, saying: "The meal just now will be split fifty-fifty between us, as your contribution to this young master.

He gradually withdrew his hand, gently sighed, "It is said that Xiao Wushilang is the apple of Master Xiao's eye, so I will get close to her, and I believe Master Xiao will have some reservations, which will also provide some assurance for the Duan family"

Thinking of this, he pressed his chest, trying hard to suppress the dull pain in his heart, and quickened his pace.

She is not a fool; it is evident that Young Master Luo's obvious procrastination is intended to create a separation between her and Leng Wushuang.

Indeed, why are you being so obedient? This is not like you at all, Xiao Wushi. I suppose you jumped down because you were afraid of being attacked by wild beasts in the wilderness

If you keep joking around, there will be one more person added to the list of those needing healing

"Therefore, it is because of you that I find myself trapped in such a filthy pit," Luo Shao said with a tone of deep resentment as he looked at Wushi Lang. In the flickering light of the fire, his hair fell gracefully to his chest, smooth as silk, and his jade-like face was filled with a sense of accusation. Leaning against the wall, he appeared exceedingly delicate, saying, "Wushi Lang, you must take full responsibility."

It is indeed the young master of the Duan family, known for his elegance and charm.

Then he paused and said: "Take it away, after it has been heated, send it to the room of that cold gentleman just now, and tell him it is my treat"

Are you implying that it has been tacitly approved

Leng Wushuang's footsteps slowed down, and soon she strode forward, disappearing from sight in no time

Luo Jinfeng was even happier, bowing with a smile to apologize: "Alright, alright, it is my fault." His eyes sparkled with joy, shimmering with an inexplicable happiness in their deep darkness, "If you gamble in the future, just gamble with me. I will never win a single cent from you, for a lifetime, allowing you to be above me, earning enough gambling funds."

Luo Jinfeng remained silent, wordless, as he took out a flint from his pocket and ignited the dry branches inside the cave. Soon, the cave was illuminated.

"Young Master Luo, is your back sore?" Fifty Lang, with great enthusiasm, considered that he was a skilled practitioner. Fearing that it might not be satisfying enough, he deliberately turned the rings on his ring and little fingers around, aligning the large gemstones on top with his back, and struck down hard, saying: "Young Master Luo, doesn't that feel good!"

Wuliang raised his head; the sky had completely darkened. Here, leaning against the ridge, there were mud and stones everywhere, and not a single decent tree in sight. Indeed, there was no rope that could pull him.

On the other side of the table corner, a graceful young gentleman strolled over, clad in a flowing black robe, with eyes like flowing water and hair resembling black satin. He lifted a lock of hair secured by a golden crown adorned with twin dragons spitting pearls. His red lips curved slightly, and as his gaze shifted, countless gasps could be heard. At his waist hung two delicate jade swords, which clinked together with each step he took, exuding an indescribable charm and elegance.

In fact, the young master of the Duan family has come out this time not solely for the sake of comparison in beauty

In order to avoid herself, Luo Jinfeng must have traveled overnight, and surely they are now in the next town. If I do not hasten my pace, I fear I will miss her.

Wuliang stood in silence, while Luo Shao's breath, warm and tinged with heat, sprayed onto her palm, sending a tingling sensation through her arm as if an electric current were spreading outwards.

Luo Jinfeng leisurely swayed along the official road with Wuliang, taking a step and swaying three times.

Cold Wushuang's icy and expressionless face finally showed a hint of distortion. After a long silence, she then said with great helplessness: "If you like this title, feel free to take it."

"A decayed tree cannot be carved." Luo Jinfeng's eyes were heavy, carrying a sinister hue. He turned around in anger, facing away from Wulilang, and said: "You are my servant, so I naturally will not allow you to demean yourself like this."

Wuliang did not understand, scratching his head in response

He stood at the intersection, pondered for a moment, tightened the sword on his back, and walked towards the road leading to the town

Duan Shuixian smiled faintly and said, "If you want to preserve the Duan family, then it is certain that a loss must be incurred once."

Then, give me your hand

Her clothing is still a thin black robe, and before the weather turns cooler, all the additional garments are in the travel bag

"No, no, not at all..." Wushilang chuckled

One by one, I gently teased along her fingertips with my teeth

Running to the edge of the big pit, I leaned over to look down, and it was a dark abyss below, giving the impression that the depth was unfathomable

Leng Wushuang remained calm and unperturbed, merely tilting her face slightly without responding to Duan Shuixian's words

"At first, I wasn't happy to jump, I wanted to see how you would look when you jumped down," Luo Jinfeng leaned against the wall, smiling as he watched. Then his expression slowly fell, and he sighed deeply, saying: "Now, even if I want to jump, I can't, because when you jumped down, you landed on me, causing me to sprain my ankle. I have to massage it myself, and it will take at least two days to heal."

Because he has become obsessed, he has already destroyed all of his cultivation.

After a moment of silence, there was the sound of grinding teeth, and then in a chilling tone, Luo Shao asked淡淡: "My little fifty, are you comfortable stepping on it?"

He is so playful and grinning, completely devoid of any scholarly elegance

Leng Wushuang lowered her head and thought carefully for a long time. After a while, she raised her head, furrowed her brows, and began to recount while reminiscing: "She is not tall, roughly reaching my armpit, with big eyes and a small mouth. When she smiles..."

Wuliang continued to bite his fingers for a long time, then raised his head and shouted loudly at the distant Luo Shao: "Luo Shao, you have taken the wrong path, hurry back."

The shop assistant immediately nodded and bowed, walking ahead.

Are you well? Are you well? Well ... ...

Really? At this moment, Wulilang truly became happy and immediately laughed heartily, saying: "Luo Shao, I know you are a good person"

Duan Shuixian's lips curled slightly, displaying a sense of pride. However, if anyone were to take the lead, it would likely be herself, as that marriage contract is indeed written in black and white.

A night without dreams

"You promised me that you would help him with the massage to unblock his meridians." She pouted, clearly unwilling, her big eyes widening even more, resembling an angry little kitten, lacking any hint of threat, only appearing more adorable.

"No, no, no, it is not a problem with the foot." Luo Shao's face was serious as he continued to stare blankly at the sky above the opening.

"Alright," Wushiro clenched his fist. Whether to detoxify or not, she was not particularly concerned. The key was that he could help Wushuang restore her power. Therefore, enduring a little grievance was nothing. Thus, she became even more resolute, meeting Luo Jinfeng's provocative gaze, and said with her head held high: "Whatever performance you desire, I shall fulfill your wish."

"You have flint, why didn't you use it just now?" asked Wulilang.

Hmm, it is quite high, but with my limited lightness skill, it would not be a problem to fly up there. Luo Jinfeng poked the campfire with a branch, and the fire immediately leaped, appearing even brighter.

"Alright, you may come in." Luo Shaowei gently closed her eyes, her long and curled eyelashes casting a soft shadow on her eyelids, her red lips slightly pursed, revealing a hint of helplessness.

Focusing on this point, we should be able to slowly climb up. Luo Shao, what are you thinking about? Is your foot still in pain?" Wu Shilang felt a slight twinge of guilt.

He smiled proudly at Wulilang, the light of the fire illuminating his eyes, which sparkled with brilliance. "Originally, she had many difficulties in treating illnesses. You can barely be considered half a person from my Luoxia Mountain Villa. With me here, your trivial poison is nothing to worry about."

After traveling for two days and enjoying themselves, the two finally arrived at the first large town near the foot of Black Wind Stronghold. Upon entering the town, they chose the largest inn and settled in.

Wulian remained silent, holding his legs without a word. Luo Shao wore a gloomy expression, silently pondering against the wall

I couldn't help but feel a momentary pause in my heart

Fifty Lang, feeling embarrassed, hesitantly suggested: "Actually, there is another method for making ramen; would you like to give it a try"

Damn..." This was the brief, low curse of Luo Shao, and then he helplessly said: "Now both of your feet are on my face..."

Luo Shao slowly turned around, clasped his hands behind his back in contemplation, and after a long while, replied to Wu Shilang: "I am thinking about how to climb up gracefully"

The Qingyi guard stood silently, head bowed and rigid.

Luo Shao did not respond to her; instead, he reached out and held her hand, then bared his teeth at Wu Shilang, smiling happily, and opened his mouth to bite her finger.

The more he bit, the deeper he went, and gradually beads of blood began to seep from the gaps between his clenched teeth. Wulilang, in pain, could no longer hold back; he struck him with his other hand while crying out, "Let go, let go, you let go."

If you leave now, you will regret it. Duan Shuixian leaned against the window and saw Leng Wushuang walking away quickly without looking back. Calm and composed, she said lightly: Because I know where Wuliang is right now

Wuliang immediately looked at Luo Jinfeng with starry eyes, pleading: "Luo Shao, please help him get through, and I will be your servant for a lifetime, alright?"

He did not recall at all that he was also one of the three young masters of the martial arts world, expressing his indignation with great fervor, implying a sense of disappointment akin to that of a mentor towards a failing student

The bottom of the cave is surprisingly soft. Wushilang couldn't help but stomp a few times on that soft mass.

There was still no echo of the bricks, and what responded to her was Luo Shao's furious roar: "What is it this time, Wu Shilang? You are ruthless; I have changed positions several times, yet you still manage to hit me.

As soon as the words fell, fists came raining down like raindrops, striking directly at Luo Jinfeng's shoulder with such force that Luo Shao, seated in the armchair, swayed unsteadily as he tried to regain his balance

I absolutely do not want that, " Wulirang retracted his hand, feeling quite frustrated, " I do not like having scars on my body. Once I get up there, I will naturally find a doctor to treat it.

Indeed quite tricky

Wuliang was in a state of extreme distress. In his dreams, he felt a warm embrace enveloping him, carrying the fragrance of orchids. He turned his head, seeking a comfortable sleeping position, and like an octopus, he reached out towards that warmth, clinging to the soft and cozy sensation, sinking into an even sweeter slumber.

"Why are so many people wearing black clothes?" Wushuang, feeling curious, asked with a cold expression.

"Well then," Luo Shao flicked the corner of his garment, casting a sidelong glance, and said with a smile that was not quite a smile, "If you serve me well, I will naturally assist him in overcoming the sword tribulation"

This medication, after several experiments conducted by Doctor Qiu, has been found to cause greater harm to those with a solid foundation. The Qingyi guard furrowed his brow, expressing his confusion: It seems that prolonged use leads to a gradual loss of power, but if this medication is supplemented in a timely manner, one's abilities may actually surpass those of the past.

As for your second point, his complexion darkened, and then, suddenly raising his head, he sighed towards Wulilang and forced a smile, saying: "If you serve me well, making me feel pleased, and help him heal, what is there to be concerned about?"

Since encountering Leng Wushuang, she has learned this trick, her small tears squeezed out with incredible speed, contrasting with her large eyes, making her look exceedingly pitiful

Wuliao thought for a while and decided to first test how deep the cave was. She looked around and finally found a large brick, which was as big as two of her palms.

Speechless, Wushilang spread his hands and stared blankly.

"Luo Shao, what should we do if we can't find the rope?" Wu Shilang said in confusion

With a completely intoxicated expression, he did not forget to pick up the bronze mirror from the other side of his waist and secretly took a glance at himself while speaking

He slowly sat down, bending the corners of his lips as he pointed to his shoulder, exaggeratingly sighing: "After traveling for so many days, I am truly sore all over"

Fifty-year-old Lang's gaze drooped, and his expression became even more listless

The cave was indeed deep; Wuliang took the time to count, and upon reaching the tenth count, he finally stepped onto a soft, squishy object.

Luo Shao's expression immediately turned cold, and he sneered: "You think he is a treasure, but he sees you as mere straw, Xiao Wushi. Do not blame me for not reminding you, handsome men are always indifferent. If you continue to be so infatuated, you will end up heartbroken in the future"

Alright, you may leave now, I need to rest

Wuliang wiped his sweat and made his way through the bumpy journey

He originally intended to bite her hard, to make her aware of how much pain she had just inflicted upon herself.

This time it has nothing to do with kneading dough or pulling noodles? !" Luo Shao asked with concern, while cautiously pinching his shoulder, which was sore all over.

When Wushilang was young, he was kidnapped by bandits, and it was Lord Xiao who exchanged himself for his return. The situation at that time was undoubtedly life-threatening, so his feelings for Wushilang are entirely genuine

In the end, she stepped on Young Master Luo's foot

"Luo Shao, am I serving you well?" Wu Shilang's eyes were dark and bright, filled with innocent anticipation. He suddenly squatted down in front of him, then looked up at him with a pleasing expression, smiling as he raised his paw and vowed, "I promise! If you take me to find Leng Wushuang, I will definitely massage you every day."

Ah? Wushi Lang looked around in confusion and asked, "Luo Shao, where are you?"

Where exactly is the problem, yet it is something that one cannot fathom no matter how hard one thinks

Wuliang's expression of anger gradually softened as he turned his head and looked at him with a smile, remaining silent.

"Young Master, that would be a substantial income." The Qingyi guard immediately exclaimed in a low voice, "In the past, every time we invested, we would earn a great deal. Why are we withdrawing this year?"

Beneath the Black Wind Stronghold, there stood a young master clad in a black robe

Oh? Duan Shuixian was quite astonished inside, yet her face remained completely calm. "How so?"

Not understanding is fine. Luo Shao sighed, stood up, and looked up towards the entrance of the cave.

She simply likes him, and this fact cannot be changed in any way

Ah? Why?" Luo Shao spoke earnestly, bending down and looking up at Wu Shilang, while smiling and saying, "If I don't borrow your head to use, then we will have to endure hunger at the bottom of the pit.

Luo Shaoyu was at a loss for words, remaining silent for a long time. With a wave of his large sleeves, he angrily said: "How can my thoughts be so easily fathomed by you? Why should I tell you? It is utterly baffling."

After climbing out of the pit, Wushi Lang and Luo Jinfeng found themselves in a state of taking one step and resting for two, especially Wushi Lang, whose face had become as hard as a stone in a latrine after being urged by Luo to fly up from the big pit.

Luo Jinfeng sighed, paused, and took the opportunity to sniff her small palm, mumbling indistinctly: "I ask you to jump, and you jump. Doesn't that indicate that you are still quite loyal to me"

Wuliang angrily threw down the large pancake in his hand and shouted, "Are you going to let anyone have peace? With your one leap, how am I supposed to gamble in the future!" He gestured to his own height, even more furious, "I am just over 5 feet tall now, and with your leap, you have shattered my dream of becoming a 7-foot man."

Young master, I have found that the goods are all mixed with fifty scattered pieces

This time, I was captured and taken to the mountain, along with the Lingxi Sword, which was also confiscated. Now, I truly have nothing at all, not even a couple of broken silver coins

Indeed, when the young master is treating, one should not eat too much of the dishes

After a brief pause, he suddenly burst into loud laughter, his laughter melodious and magnetic, "Wushilang, isn't it already clear between you and me?"

At your feet

The brick did not hit the ground; instead, it was replaced by Luo Shao's loud shout, "Wushi Lang, is it you? What did you throw? It hit my head and it hurts a lot"

However, in the case of staying at a large inn where meat is served at every meal, this issue can be disregarded

He indeed loosened his teeth as instructed, extended his tongue, and gradually licked away the blood droplets from her wrist, then released her hand and said with a casual smile: "Such deep bite marks will surely leave scars"

The reason for such a large size is that a big brick, when dropped below, will produce a louder sound

Wulian was speechless, unable to inform him that not far ahead, there was a very large pit.

Luo Shao rolled his eyes and ignored her

Without meeting, one would likely not long for each other