Der Gipfel der Kampfkunstwelt

Kapitel 37

Adi noticed her gaze, poured the water he had drawn from the well into the vat, wiped his sweat slightly, and smiled gently at Queyue through the window. Queyue gazed longingly at the beads of sweat on his face, reflecting the morning light, and sighed deeply.

The landlady brought over breakfast, which Adi and Queyue ate together, and she checked Queyue's injuries.

Although the food and lodging here are not as good as they were in the Dark Pavilion, perhaps because her mind is at peace and she has no burdens or worries, she is recovering much faster than before. Her wounds have basically healed and have not recurred. It seems that by the end of their wedding period, her injuries will be much better.

He unconsciously broke into a smile, which remained on his face.

"What? Why are you laughing like that..."

"The treatment went very smoothly. It seems that I won't have to sleep on the floor for a few days."

"..."

All Queyue saw was a smiling, honest face. What he said... must have meant more than just the literal meaning, right?

Chapter Sixty-Two

Adi became increasingly attentive to Queyue's injuries.

Although he never slacked off, checking eight times a day, especially five times in the evening, seemed a bit too frequent.

Finally, one evening, Adi packed up his bedding and, as usual, took care of Queyue, giving her her medicine. After washing up, he naturally undressed and got into bed. Queyue looked at him blankly, as natural as an old married couple. He, however, seemed even more bewildered by Queyue's blankness. Seeing her looking at him, he pointed to his arm and asked, "What's wrong? Want a pillow?"

What an honest and kind person! Even his "confusion" is impeccable. Queyue couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, I'll take the pillow."

An arm passed under her neck, carefully protecting the wound in her shoulder socket.

Perhaps they are not used to the warmth of another person beside them.

The warmth of a person's body reminded her of someone else—someone she had never truly gotten used to being around. She couldn't sleep peacefully as long as someone was near her. She was trying to forget, to get used to it, because from now on, the person beside her would be Adi, and she had to get used to it.

Even though she closed her eyes and remained motionless, breathing deeply, Ah Di seemed to still know that she was not asleep.

"Zhijin, you don't want to go back, do you..."

He had always known about Queyue's "unresolved issue"—Qingzun Tower, a place she didn't want to return to. Similarly, the person she knew best was the kind and ordinary Adi, but from now on, Adi would become another Qingzun Tower Master—

Queyue slowly opened her eyes. Perhaps even she herself couldn't tell whether her inner conflict was with Qingzun Tower, a place filled with bad memories, or with Adi, who was about to become the master of Qingzun Tower.

Adi held her hand tightly, his voice soft but without hesitation, "But, the current Master of Qingzun Tower can only be me." He had eliminated Jun Yuqing, and that was the price he had to pay. From now on, this position could only be held by him; he had an inescapable responsibility to Qingzun Tower.

Queyue understood; Adi was in the same boat. If Jun Yuqing were properly serving as the Lord of Qingzun, he could abandon everything without a second thought. But now that Qingzun was without a master, he could not stand idly by.

“I know…you’ve never been a cold-hearted person…” If Adi were, then she wouldn’t exist in this world anymore. “But…”

What are you worried about?

“Adi, I was once the concubine of the former Qing Dynasty Venerable Lord—now, you have become the Lord, and I have become the Lord's wife. This is so unfair to you…”

“What does it matter—” Adi propped himself up, smiling as he leaned down to look at her, “What if the Lady of Qingzun Tower wasn’t the former Lady Weaving Brocade, but rather the Lady of Crescent Moon?”

Queyue was taken aback, and then he continued, "I think Young Master Cangming shouldn't object to marrying Queyue to Qingzun Tower."

Crescent Moon slowly curled the corners of her lips, "You'd better think this through. Crescent Moon is determined to make Cangming the overlord of the demonic path. You don't want to be implicated by what she does in the future."

Adi laughed, knowing that her words meant she agreed. "So what? If Queyue were to leave Cangming, what would Qingzunlou have to do with their troubles? Believe me, Qingzunlou will be completely different from the past. Everything about the past will cease to exist." About the past, about memories... Qingzunlou's lady is Queyue, not Zhijin. Erasing everything, no one will ever mention it again.

He leaned down and gently kissed her; it was cool and carried a hint of medicinal scent. His lips moved from light to dark, the warmth of his lips transferring to hers, finally warming her other lips as well.

His fingers touched the sash and slowly pulled it open. The person beneath him paused, opened her eyes, and escaped from his lips. "You're not such a beast, are you?"—She was still injured.

"I'm your doctor, whether I'm a beast or not is up to me—"

Hey, are you really Ah Di?

Her lips were sealed again, a gentle kiss, not domineering, yet relentless, like the caress of a warm hand, slowly tracing its path. Adi's movements were light and tender, as if treating a precious treasure. His single hand remained protectively over the wound on his shoulder, preventing the movement of his body from rubbing against the bed. She had never known that someone's gentleness could be so omnipresent, slowly enveloping her, gradually drawing her in.

As the sun rose, Crescent Moon awoke groggily to the sound of a flute, her mind unusually hazy. She quickly realized she wasn't in bed; the rhythmic shaking and jolting told her she was in a carriage.

She had never slept so absentmindedly before; this unusual drowsiness clearly indicated that she had been tricked by someone. Hearing the melodious and familiar flute music outside, Queyue softly called out, "A-Di."

As soon as the flute stopped, the carriage also came to a halt. The curtain was lifted, and Ah Di's smiling face appeared outside. "You're awake?"

"...What are you planning to do?" Not only did you take her out while she was asleep, but you even drugged her?

Adi smiled innocently, "I'll kidnap you."

"..."

...Whatever. The crescent moon turned back, closed its eyes, and tried to go back to sleep, not caring where it would be when it woke up.

"There's water in the car, and the bundle contains food that the landlady helped prepare. We can have something to eat if we get hungry."

Crescent Moon waved her hand, "Never mind the food... It seems the medicine hasn't completely worn off yet, I still want to sleep... I wonder what kind of medicine Adi gave me..."

The carriage started moving slowly again. Adi put the reins on his wrist, raised his flute, and continued to play.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the season is warm.

The sun was still shining warmly on me, making me feel lazy, but I was no longer lost.

Inside the car lay his [kidnapped] wife, whom he had [kidnapped], and even the sound of the flute seemed cheerful and light.

—They went back, although it wasn't where they wanted to go or what they liked. But soon, they would create new memories there. One year later, two years later... ten years later... Qingzun Tower would become their home, with a loving owner and his wife. At that time, it would surely be the best place.

The story began a long, long time ago, but the events unfolded much, much later. At the end of the story, the handsome young man married a beautiful woman and leisurely drove his carriage home.

Qingzun Tower stands majestically, awaiting the return of its new owner.

—The crescent moon is missing? (End)

This concludes the section on "The Crescent Moon and the Broken Bow." Finally, I've written about "the prince and princess living happily ever after." This time, happiness won't fly away.

Extra episode of cold night love

Leng Yu, the second young master of Leng Family Manor, is known in the martial arts world as the Carefree Guest.

Abbreviated as Leng Er.

Above in life

—A certain village, a certain courtyard, a certain house.

"Leng Er!! You come out here right now!!"

The door was kicked open without mercy, teetering on the verge of collapse. A woman dressed in fiery red, with sharp eyebrows and phoenix eyes, stormed into the inner room and dragged out the person sitting on the bed in a daze.

"Leng Er! You have to give us an explanation today, don't even think about running away! Which one do you choose!?"

There were four women in the courtyard, the one in the lead dressed in pure white, with gentle features, standing gracefully. Leng Yu glanced at them, sighed deeply, and sat down listlessly on a stone bench in the courtyard.

The women were taken aback. Normally, in this situation, shouldn't they immediately cover their heads and run away?

Seeing Leng Yu's cold demeanor, the woman in white waved her hand gently. Apart from the woman in red, the others cooperated and left silently. Everyone could see that Leng Yu seemed to be in a heavy mood, and they didn't want to add to his worries at this time.

The woman in white sat down on the stone bench next to him, her voice gentle and soothing as she asked, "Are you still saddened by your senior brother's situation? Or... because of that woman from before?"

Everyone could see that he had been in low spirits ever since his cold-hearted senior left. He had never told anyone what had happened in between—or perhaps he would, but only to his longtime friend Zhou Shao, not to this group of "pink demons".

Leng Yu's silence was taken as tacit agreement. The woman in red slapped him hard on the back. "When did you become so fussy? You were quite straightforward when you provoked us, so why are you so shy around this woman? Everyone in the martial arts world knows that you, Young Master Leng, are always ready to hit on any woman you fancy. We wouldn't mind if we had another sister. What are you so upset about..."

Seeing Leng Yu's increasingly grim expression, the woman in white looked up at her and called out, "Jing Feng!" signaling her to stop talking. She paused slightly before continuing, "Leng Yu, this isn't like you. If you're in a bad mood, we won't bother you for now. Let you calm down and think about whether you want to continue being depressed or face things properly. Don't keep me waiting too long, okay? You know, my patience has never been very good—" Her gentle and warm voice and smile sent a chill down Leng Yu and Jing Feng's spines.

"Uh... Yingxue..."

Even if he wanted to remain depressed, he wouldn't have the courage to do so upon seeing Yingxue's smile.

He let out a long sigh of relief; indeed, he had been depressed for far too long.

Senior Brother - Xiao Zhuo - Xin Yue.

How could he possibly explain those things to them?

He let out a long sigh. What was it that he wanted? Why couldn't he be satisfied? He had so many "female confidantes" around him—though he often called them the Pink Rakshasa Clan. But why did it feel like there was a void in his heart? It wasn't anything serious, just an occasional pang of discomfort.

Forget it... I'll just obediently pick one of them to marry. If I provoke others, even Yingxue and Jingfeng won't stand for it. He doesn't want to spend the rest of his life being hunted down—what should be forgotten, should be forgotten.

Once I understood that, I felt hungry.

He got up, dusted himself off, and was about to leave when he saw Yingxue return shortly after leaving, carrying a plate of snacks.

"I bought this on my way here, so I'll give it a try."

Leng Yu enthusiastically stuffed two pieces into his mouth. "Perfect timing! How did you know I was hungry?"

"You'll get hungry eventually, no matter what you've been thinking about."

He paused slightly, then asked coldly, "How did you know I had just finished thinking?"

"Because of your clever mind, you won't be bothered by something for long." She smiled sweetly, seemingly having everything about him under her thumb. Sometimes, Leng Yu did feel like she had him completely under her thumb.

"So, have you decided which one to marry?"

Leng Yu swallowed the pastry in his mouth with a gulp—but couldn't swallow it down, and choked so badly that he beat his chest and stamped his feet. He knew that Yingxue's thoughtfulness wasn't for nothing.

"Zhuang Yingxue! You've fouled!" Jingfeng stormed over, "How could you ask me this all by yourself when none of us were around!?"

"If Leng Yu already has someone in mind, what difference does it make whether one person asks or they ask together? Marriage is a serious matter, and Leng Yu won't change his mind just because I asked alone—right?"

"You idiot!"

Leng Yu finally managed to swallow the snack with difficulty, caught her breath, and watched the two of them argue back and forth. Just a moment ago they were on the same side, but now they had become rivals.

Yes… before meeting Xinyue, or rather, before meeting “Xiao Zhuo,” hadn’t he been living this kind of life all along? It’s just returning to where it started. Actually, it’s not so bad…

"Cold reception!"

Two people stood before him, yelling back to his senses, "Tell me! Which one do you choose?!"

—In fact, everyone knows that the others in the "Pink Rakshasa Group" are just "candidates," and only these two are the real competitors.

Still reeling from the cold reception, she glanced at the graceful Yingxue in white and the radiant Jingfeng in red—indeed, such a life wasn't bad. Why create trouble for oneself in life? Why not enjoy the blessings of having two wives?

"Then—I'll marry both of you, regardless of age, both of you, is that alright?"

Two small, pink fists came flying without mercy—

"It seems you still don't quite understand."

"I think it's [very confusing]! -- Yingxue, let's go!" Jingfeng turned and left angrily. Yingxue was a step behind her and sneered, "I'll give you some more time to think it through, but not much time. You'd better think it over carefully." Her smile sent chills down one's spine.