Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 182
"No way? Great hero!" Zhu Huihui said with a mournful face.
On a rainy day like this, with so many trees on the mountain, it's easy for lightning to strike. And the old man is carrying a piece of iron in his hand. I'm afraid the lightning won't strike him, right?
Feng Xuese was too lazy to waste words with him. She raised her foot to kick his butt, but for some reason she held back and said, "It's up to you whether you come or not."
I walked along the slightly concave side of the stone wall. In the pitch-black night rain, after only a few steps, my figure had already blended into the darkness.
Zhu Huihui only heard a rustling sound, and then the old man vanished. He wanted to ignore him, but in this desolate wilderness, with thunder rumbling and the sounds of wind and rain, there were distant roars of flash floods, the crashing of rocks and falling trees, and other chaotic, eerie howls...
He felt a chill run down his spine and his skin crawled with unease. He increasingly felt that this place was no place for a human to stay. In addition, he was soaked by the rain and couldn't stand it anymore. After dawdling for a while, he still followed along, feeling quite embarrassed.
After walking several meters, there was still no sign of anyone in the snow-covered maple leaves.
"Great, great hero?" He called out tentatively twice, but received no response, and he began to get anxious!
Oh no! Did the old man just leave on his own? Of course, that would be great, but at least let's wait until tonight! It's the middle of the night and raining; what kind of hero would leave him alone on the mountain like that!
"Hero! Hero!"
"..."
"Hero! Where are you?"
"..."
"You bastard, I'll fuck your grandpa!"
"Smack!"
Zhu Huihui was struck on the head. It wasn't a hard blow, but the strike was extremely skillful. It made him see stars, feel dizzy, and then he tumbled to the ground.
The collar tightened again, and he was lifted up once more. This time, Zhu Huihui was extremely obedient, swallowing back all the ten thousand or so vicious curses that were on the tip of his tongue. He thought to himself, "So the old man in white is just a jerk; he won't utter a sound unless he gets yelled at!" But then again, he himself was the most jerk; he wouldn't behave unless he got beaten up…
He remained silent, which Feng Xuese found a bit strange. She picked him up and took a few steps, then threw him to the ground with a thud.
Knowing that the other person was deliberately torturing her, Zhu Huihui grimaced and got up, clutching her lower back, and surprisingly, she endured the pain without crying out.
As far as the eye could see, it was pitch black, so dark that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face. He reached out with both hands and touched a piece of cloth, which he quickly grabbed.
"Smack!"
This time, I got slapped on the hand.
Feng Xuese coldly said, "Let go of my clothes!"
"What's the big deal about grabbing it? We're all just mudskippers now anyway," Zhu Huihui muttered, reluctantly letting go of her hand.
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Two: Chapter 8 (4)
A gust of cold wind swept by, chilling him to the bone. Zhu Huihui huddled up, hugging his shoulders, his teeth chattering. He noticed the rain had stopped and wondered if it had stopped, but then he realized he was probably in a cave.
In the darkness, Feng Xuese's faint voice came: "This cave is cold and damp. If you don't want to fall seriously ill tomorrow, hurry up and dry your clothes."
"It's nothing, I... I'm strong!" Zhu Huihui replied, but inwardly he was cursing. Damn it! Do you think I'm the sun, able to dry my clothes in an instant?!
The rustling sound I heard seemed to be Feng Xuese wringing out the water from her clothes.
Zhu Huihui also felt very uncomfortable. Wearing such wet clothes was no different from taking a bath. If he stayed in such a wet state for too long, his skin would definitely become swollen. He hated taking baths the most! His mother had said that taking too many baths would damage his vital energy. If his vital energy was damaged too much, he would end up like that lecherous man in the next town who had married six wives. He would be as thin as a skeleton, unable to walk, and would cough as if he were about to die.
Thinking of that lecherous scoundrel, he immediately stopped hesitating, took off his coat, wrung it out with both hands, then shook it in the wind, wiped it haphazardly on his face, and put the damp clothes back on.
Just as he finished tidying up, he heard a soft "click" and a flame ignited in his snow-white palm, making his fair hands appear as transparent jade.
In the darkness and dampness, this tiny flame brightened Zhu Huihui's heart, and he blinked with a hint of admiration.
Look at them! What is a seasoned veteran? A seasoned veteran is someone who, no matter where they go or what the weather, can always pull out a long-range fire starter! Someone like me, a naive newbie standing outside the gates of this world, at most carries—well! I remember having a few candies left in my pocket…
Zhu Huihui reached into the bag and rummaged around for a while, but only found two big holes at the bottom. He couldn't help but yell "Bad luck!"
Feng Xuese twisted the flame of his Thousand-Mile Fire to make it larger. His Thousand-Mile Fire was specially made, with a high flame, strong light, and long-lasting flame. He usually kept it in a waterproof leather bag along with his silver notes, so even though he was soaked by the rain, the contents of the bag remained unharmed.
The flames rose more than half a foot high, emitting a bright and warm glow.
Zhu Huihui felt terribly cold and subconsciously leaned forward, reaching out to dab at the flames before quickly withdrawing her hand. Oh no, she almost forgot she couldn't get too close to the old man!
Feng Xuese looked up at him, her eyes momentarily unfocused, and absentmindedly murmured an "Mmm".
Zhu Huihui didn't understand. She scratched her still-dripping hair, wiped the water droplets from her face, and blankly replied with a meaningless "Ah".
After a moment of surprise, Feng Xuese looked away, her expression returning to calm. She took the Thousand Mile Fire and looked around. Zhu Huihui, with her wet hair in her hands, followed behind Feng Xuese.
This is a karst cave, and the rocks inside are strangely shaped, rugged, and varied, making it quite interesting.
Zhu Huihui kept marveling as she looked around: "This cave is winding and deep, I wonder where it leads..."
Annoyed by his noise, Feng Xuese placed the Thousand Mile Fire on a rock, found a dry and flat spot, sat down cross-legged, and said, "We'll continue our journey after the rain stops at dawn. Whether you rest or not is up to you." She closed her eyes and stopped looking at him.
Zhu Huihui really wanted to take the Thousand-Mile Fire deeper into the cave, but she didn't dare disobey the grumpy old man, so she just said "Oh" and found a suitable place to sit down against the stone wall.
However, he didn't have the meditative skill of others. The ground was hard, his clothes were wet, and he was cold. He couldn't stand still no matter what he did. He sat down and got up, got up and sat down, as if he had a boil on his butt. He didn't have a moment of peace. He felt that the most difficult thing he had ever experienced in his life was this moment!
Seeing Feng Xuese sitting upright like a bell, still as an abyss, calm and peaceful, breathing deeply, with wisps of white vapor rising from his head and body, could this be the legendary method of evaporating the dampness on one's body with internal energy?
Zhu Huihui jealously touched her wet clothes, and suddenly thought maliciously, if she shouted loudly at this moment, she might be able to scare him into going mad...
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Two: Chapter 8 (5)
Just as this thought crossed his mind, he heard Feng Xuese slowly say, "Didn't your mother teach you internal energy breathing techniques?" Although this guy's mysterious mother was crazy, it was undeniable that she seemed to be quite knowledgeable.