The sky over the rivers and lakes is very clear

Chapter 199

Touch, pinch, and squeeze – these are Zhu Huihui's three ultimate moves for harassing women on the street. They've been honed through countless trials, and when combined with the ultimate technique of scratching an underarm, she's practically invincible. While this move is effective against women, it's equally deadly to a young nobleman who's never seen a street thug before. At first, he didn't understand, but then he realized he'd been teased by this girl. The gentle smile on his face was replaced by a look of shock and anger. He grabbed her arm, twisted it, and with a "crack," dislocated both of her arm joints.

Zhu Huihui felt a sharp pain in her arm, but she didn't dare to be careless. She pushed off with her feet and "whoosh" darted out the door, actually jumping onto the wall in one go. Although the pain from having both arms hanging in the air made her vision go black, she couldn't help but be surprised and delighted. This "light and hate" thing was really useful!

The young man casually picked up a jujube from the fruit offering plate on the Buddha's altar and shot it out without even looking at it.

Zhu Huihui was still standing on the wall, feeling smug, when she suddenly felt a slight numbness in her lower back. Instantly, her back ached and her knees went weak. With a "thud," she fell off the wall, landing on her back on the ground. Although the wall wasn't high and the ground was just grass, she was still half-dead from the fall. Every part of her body ached, and her head hit a flowerpot, making her see stars and hear a ringing in her ears. Without even looking, she knew she must have gotten a big bump.

Although she is usually afraid of pain and death and will avoid dangerous situations if possible, there are different situations. When she needs to play the submissive role, she will never be stubborn, but when playing the submissive role doesn't work, the ruthlessness of a hooligan will come out. So even though she fell hard this time, she still gritted her teeth and prepared to get up and run away.

She struggled desperately, but had no strength at all. Her arms had been dislocated, and she couldn't move a single finger. Her lower back was especially painful, aching as if there was a gash in it, with countless ants crawling inside, making her whole body numb and itchy—damn it! It's all that old man's fault for forcing her to take a bath; look what he's done to her skin! She was right, too much bathing is bad for your health!

She was lying on the ground groaning when the young nobleman slowly strolled out, lifted his apricot-colored robe, and squatted down beside her. That gentle, spring-like smile returned to his face, and he playfully tapped her head with his fan, whether intentionally or unintentionally, hitting the newly grown large blue bump on her forehead.

Zhu Huihui's eyes immediately welled up with tears. Ouch! That kid is so mean!

"Stand up!"

"I can't stand up!" Zhu Huihui said dejectedly. She wasn't afraid of anyone in her life except those stronger than her, but unfortunately, there were too many people stronger than her in this world, and now she had encountered another one.

The young nobleman laughed and said, "Your lightness skill is quite good; I underestimated you!"

Knowing full well that the other person was being sarcastic, Zhu Huihui pretended not to understand, lay on the ground, and said modestly, "Not at all! I'm still a little bit inferior to you, sir!"

The large bump on her forehead, the soreness and numbness in her lower back, the bruises on her body, and the dislocated arm made her sweat profusely from the pain. Even so, she didn't forget to flatter him, hoping to please him so that he would show mercy and let her go...

"Speak, who are you?"

Zhu Huihui lay on the ground, unable to move any other part of his body, but his eyes could dart around. He caught sight of something, coughed, and said, "Young...Young Master, I have a favor to ask of you..."

"Hmm?" The young nobleman squatted down beside her, his smile becoming increasingly gentle, like soft down on a feather, his eyes flowing like water, exuding charm.

"Um... could you move me a little? There's a stinky weed over there..."

The young nobleman's smile froze for a moment, then melted away like spring water. He looked around and pointed to a plant with feathery leaves and small yellow flowers beside her head, asking, "Is this it?"

Zhu Huihui glanced at it sideways and said, "That's it! That's it!" Although this herb can promote blood circulation, detoxify, reduce swelling, and dispel wind, the smell is unbearable. Even if I'm not in pain, I'll be suffocated by the stench!

The young nobleman smiled gently, plucked a leaf from the grass, and placed it on Zhu Huihui's nose.

Zhu Huihui quickly puffed out her cheeks, pouted her lips, and blew the grass leaves away forcefully.

The young nobleman simply pulled up the entire blade of grass, moving slowly and gently, even with a touch of tenderness, and piled a large clump of grass, stems and leaves included, onto her face.

Zhu Huihui tried again, puffing out her cheeks and blowing hard. This time, not only did she not get it, but the strong smell also rushed into her lungs, making her cough. Her body ached even more from the shock, and she was furious. She opened her mouth to curse, but unfortunately, a blade of grass fell into her mouth. She was shocked and hurriedly spat it out, feeling extremely embarrassed.

The young nobleman looked at her with a smile: "This grass tastes delicious, doesn't it? Would you like to eat some more?"

Zhu Huihui finally managed to spit out the grass and said, "Delicious! Very delicious!" You can take it back and eat it yourself, you treacherous, smiling tiger! I'll eat you to death, you cunning and treacherous smiling tiger!

As he spoke, some more blades of grass fell into his mouth.

The young nobleman smiled and said, "If you don't want to eat more, then obediently tell me who you are?"

Zhu Huihui dared not be stubborn and said, "I... ptooey... I... Zhu Huihui... ptooey..."

"You came to Luomei Nunnery, what exactly is your purpose—" The young nobleman paused slightly, a sharp glint suddenly flashing in his watery eyes. He asked, enunciating each word clearly, "What...purpose?"

A faint voice sounded from above: "I asked her to come."

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Three: Chapter Fourteen (2)

Upon hearing this voice, Zhu Huihui was almost moved to tears. If she could move, she would definitely crawl over, hug the person's leg, and rub against him, wagging her tail. If her mouth were that long, she would wag it like a flower!

"Hero! Hero! Ptooey, ptooey... I didn't spit on you... I spit on grass... Ptooey..."

The young nobleman narrowed his eyes slightly, and a genuine smile finally appeared in his eyes. He stood up gracefully and said cheerfully, "Brother Feng, it's been a long time."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Huihui felt a chill run down her spine. She had been hoping to sow discord between the old man and him to help her get revenge, but it turned out that this smiling tiger and the old man knew each other!

Feng Xuese stood atop the pink wall, a slight smile on her face: "Brother Liu Yue, it has indeed been a long time. How have you been?"

Young Master Liu Yue laughed and said, "It's alright, it's alright. We parted hastily at the Sleepless Pavilion in Gusu last time, but I never expected to meet Brother Feng here again."

The two men greeted each other politely, one more courteous than the other, which made Zhu Huihui, who was lying on the ground, very anxious. He couldn't help but cry out, "Great hero, I'm still lying on the ground!"

Feng Xuese glanced at her, then with a flick of his white robes, he gracefully landed and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Liu Yue: "This girl has offended Brother Liu Yue, please forgive her!"

Liu Yue glanced at the ground and asked, "This... is Brother Feng's maid? I was rude, please forgive me!"

Zhu Huihui was in so much pain she was almost suffocating, while those two were still arguing about who was more well-mannered. She was so angry that she blurted out, "Your mother is the one who's Feng's daughter!" You have to consider the owner before you beat a dog. The master is standing right here, why should she be afraid of that bitch?

Na Liuyue's face suddenly darkened, and she scolded Feng Xuese, "Stop talking nonsense!"

He bent down and massaged her waist, releasing her pressure points. "Don't lie there, get up!"

Zhu Huihui felt a warm force coming from his hand, and the numbness and itching on her body gradually disappeared. She lay on the ground for a while to recover, gritted her teeth, used her waist strength, and sat up straight.

Feng Xue first noticed her arms hanging limply at her sides, then saw the large, purplish-blue bump on her forehead, clearly indicating she had been bullied badly. A sudden surge of displeasure welled up within her. She thought to herself: Although she wasn't very familiar with Liu Yue, he was still a martial arts expert. Even if Zhu Huihui was extremely infuriating, she was still a girl; she shouldn't have been so brutal…

While pondering, he looked up at the sky and seemed to discover something.

Zhu Huihui was extremely curious, and even though her arms were in a sling, she still endured the pain and looked up.

Suddenly, she heard two sharp cracking sounds, and a sharp pain shot through her arm. She cried out, "Ah!" and then cursed, "It hurts so much! Can't you set bones?" She blinked hard, forcing two tears of pain out of her eyes.

Feng Xuese meant well, trying to distract her from the pain before setting her arm, but was scolded instead. Just as he was about to teach her a lesson, he saw tears in her eyes and finally held back.

He held out his palm: "Give it to me!"