Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 27
Zhu Huihui almost burst into tears: The violence has escalated! This time, the old man isn't going to cut off his leg; he's going to stab himself right through the heart...
Sure enough, a cool breeze entered his body through the acupoints on his back, like a little insect crawling along his meridians, tingling and itchy, giving him a warm and comfortable feeling throughout his body. He couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and grin.
The little worm crawled faster and faster inside his body, growing bigger and bigger until it turned into a little mouse. It ran into his lower abdomen and settled down. Then, more and more air currents surged in from all parts of his body, enveloping the little mouse, which throbbed and jumped.
Zhu Huihui closed his eyes, watching the little mouse with a sense of awe, feeling as if he were a god, able to make the little guy run wherever he wanted. So much fun, hee hee…
The next day, Zhu Huihui woke up to find that he had actually slept on a rock all night. He stood up, bent over, and stretched his legs, and surprisingly did not feel any back pain. He jumped off the rock and felt unusually light and refreshed.
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Two: Chapter 8 (6)
Looking back, I realized I spent the whole night catching mice, and a smile crept onto my face. It seems catching mice is actually quite fun; why did I find it so tedious and boring before?
Look to the side, the old man is no longer on the rock. Did he leave on his own? That...that's great...
I'm free! Feeling great, I strolled out of the cave, but after seeing the scene outside, my heart sank back.
Not far from the cave, a mountain stream forms a narrow waterfall on the rock wall, accumulating into a small pool about ten feet in diameter at the corner of the wall. The water is waist-deep and crystal clear, with fish the size of fingers swimming leisurely from time to time.
Maple Snow was standing on a rock by the pool, carefully tidying herself up in front of the water: washing her face, cleaning her hair, and straightening her clothes...
As Zhu Huihui watched, she couldn't help but gloat: This is the advantage of wearing white to pretend to be innocent. That outfit has turned into a mess of gray, black, and yellow now. It's not as nice as our Zhu Huahua's fur coat!
Feng Xue Se tidied her hair and turned around to see Zhu Hui Hui grinning mischievously. She looked at him for a moment, then calmly said, "Aren't you going to wash your face?"
"I've already washed," Zhu Huihui said lazily.
"Huh?" Maple Snow looked surprised. "When?"
Zhu Huihui said matter-of-factly, "Last night! It was raining, so God conveniently washed my face and gave me a bath..."
Maple Snow Color: "..."
Look at this guy, his hair is a mess, some parts are knotted and some are flying wildly, his clothes were already dirty, and after being soaked and dried by his body heat, they are even more wrinkled. But I must say, yesterday's rain washed his face relatively clean, revealing a strange and delicate face. Although the mud is still on his neck, some normal skin is showing in some places, and his skin looks white, smooth and warm like cream. Although his original appearance is still yet to be discovered, at least he no longer looks so terrible.
Sigh! He was truly speechless! To raise such a perfectly good... child into such a state—dirty, lazy, and the lazier he gets, the dirtier he becomes, and without any sense of shame—this guy's mother must be an absolute lunatic!
Zhu Huihui rubbed his belly, drooling over a bird perched on a tree, chirping: "This guy is so fat! If you pluck all his feathers and roast him over a fire, he'd be golden brown and oozing oil, smelling delicious..."
Feng Xuese checked the direction. Although he had sped through the rain last night, he hadn't deviated too much from the right path. He figured he wasn't too far from the boardwalk at Lone Eagle Gorge.
He said, "Let's get going."
"oh!"
Zhu Huihui took a few steps, but was unwilling to give up the breakfast on the tree, so she bent down, picked up a stone, and smashed the bird that was chirping happily, sending it fluttering away.
After a fresh rain in the mountains, the air is cool and moist. Walking up the ridge, you are greeted by beautiful flowers and trees, lush grass, and birds chirping and hopping in the treetops, creating a vibrant scene in the forest.
This time, without needing any instructions, Zhu Huihui knew how to walk lightly and quickly. He held his breath and followed behind Feng Xuese, deliberately choosing to walk where flowers were in bloom, trampling countless blossoms along the way.
Feng Xuese frowned as she watched him trample on the flowers, too lazy to scold him—after only one night of meditation, this guy had already grasped the basics of breathing techniques and had some understanding, but his temperament was still so impetuous and annoying, he was still beyond redemption!
As Zhu Huihui walked along, watching the "delicacies" flying around in the sky, he became really hungry and asked, "Hero, when can we get something to eat?"
"Once you pass Broken Stele Mountain, there will be a place to eat and rest—if you're still alive by then!"
"W-what?" Zhu Huihui was a little surprised. Was this old man going to kill himself on the way over the mountain? That would be too realistic!
"If you were an assassin and your first mission failed, what would you do next?"
Zhu Huihui said, "Of course, hiding and escaping is the most important thing. Are we going to wait for someone to come looking for us and take revenge?" He even dared to test someone with such a simple question. Did he think he was an idiot?
Feng Xuese glared at him: "Do you think everyone is as cowardly and afraid of death as you?"
Zhu Huihui chuckled awkwardly: "Then—then let's wait for an opportunity to start the second operation, and keep killing until one side is completely wiped out!"
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Two: Chapter 8 (7)
Grandpa, that's not called being afraid of death! It's called "as long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn." As long as he's alive, he'll get his revenge—hmph! Don't think that just because you're the grandpa now and I'm more like the grandson, as long as you don't "snap" me out, sooner or later, we'll be transferred over! Sigh, although the chances are slim…
"Not far ahead is Lone Eagle Gorge. We need to get to Broken Stele Mountain, and Lone Eagle Gorge is the only way through."
Zhu Huihui paused for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Great hero, do you mean that those people from last night are waiting for us in this place called Lone Eagle Gorge?"
This guy isn't that stupid!
Feng Xuese glanced at him with a hint of approval and said, "Maybe it's those people from yesterday, or maybe there will be others." In any case, there will definitely be a fierce battle to the death.
Zhu Huihui said with a worried look, "I don't understand, why do they insist on killing us...and you?"
"In the world of martial arts, there are never many things that can be explained clearly."
Feng Xuese himself didn't understand who had hired the Bloodstained Pavilion assassins to deal with him, or... this guy. He wasn't afraid, but this fellow beside him was causing trouble—hmm, had the Bloodstained Pavilion been tracking him all along? This constant harassment was annoying, so...
He suddenly stopped and said, "Lone Eagle Ravine is just ahead."
Zhu Huihui stared intently and saw two steep mountain peaks piercing the clouds, separated by a hundred or so feet, connected by a trestle bridge. The trestle bridge was suspended in the air, with wooden planks laid on iron chains as thick as an arm. It was about four feet wide, with three iron chains on each side for handrails. The mountain wind was strong, making the bridge sway constantly. Clouds and mist drifted over and under the bridge, making it look like a giant snake lying across the waves.
Zhu Huihui's heart sank! If she fell off this bridge, she'd be a meat pie on the ground!
He stammered, "Great hero, this bridge is so treacherous that the enemy doesn't even need to come out. We just need to cut the bridge cables when we cross, and then we can both return to our positions!"
Feng Xuese looked at his frightened face and asked gently, "Are you very scared?"
"You...you're not afraid?" Of course I'm not afraid! Anyone can brag!
"Whether you're afraid or not, you still have to live through it. What's the use of being afraid?"