Valle del Hombre Salvaje de Qingshan

Capítulo 37

"Could this letter from the Southern Shaolin Temple mean that someone is a spy?" Mo Xibei deduced based on normal logic. But then he thought that this conclusion was too easy. Lost in thought, he unconsciously poured himself a glass of wine, and also filled Chu Junfeng's glass, then raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp.

"Cough..." Chu Junfeng did not refuse Mo Xibei's wine, but he coughed again after drinking it.

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Xibei felt strange and reached out to press Chu Junfeng's wrist. This time, Chu Junfeng did not dodge. He rested one elbow on the table and pressed his other hand hard against his mouth, coughing violently. Mo Xibei had little knowledge or common sense in medicine, but Chu Junfeng's disordered pulse still shocked her. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing much, I just ran into some trouble after leaving that Emei disciple's house." Chu Junfeng finally stopped coughing, sat up straight, his face flushed an unnatural red, but he spoke very calmly.

"Are you injured?" Mo Xibei tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "Where are you injured? Let me see."

"It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious." Chu Junfeng shook his head.

"If you're alright, why are you coughing like this?" Mo Xibei raised an eyebrow. "I'll give you two choices: either let me see how badly you're injured, or disappear from my sight immediately. This awkwardness is getting on my nerves."

"Hehe..." Chu Junfeng shook his head and laughed, "Can't you be a little gentler to people? Alright, I won't bother you anymore. I just came to remind you that things have been turbulent in the martial world lately. Although you are under the surveillance of the Eastern Depot, it might actually be safer here. However, Miss Murong has too deep ties with the martial world, and I'm afraid someone might come looking for trouble. You need to be more careful. Alright, I've finished speaking. I'll take my leave now."

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Volume Two: The Wind Leaves a Mark, Chapter One: Like a Fish in Water (Part Two)

"I didn't expect you to care so much about Lianyun." Mo Xibei couldn't describe how he felt at that moment. He just felt a bit uncomfortable and couldn't help but say this. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt extremely sour and immediately despised himself.

Actually, I care about you. Chu Junfeng leaned against the door to steady himself, turned around to look at Mo Xibei, and the words almost came out of his mouth. However, seeing that she neither looked up at him nor made any move to stand up to see him off, he felt a pang of pain in his heart, his expression darkened, and he swallowed the words back down.

In the past few months, he has been traveling back and forth to various places, helping different factions to track down the murderer and stabilize the overall situation in the martial arts world. His prestige and reputation in the martial arts world have reached a new level. However, strangely, he does not feel particularly happy. Many nights, he looks up at the sky alone. The vast sky does not give him ambition and strength as it has in the past many years. On the contrary, he always feels a sense of inexplicable loss, as if he has lost something important in the process of pursuing his dream.

He couldn't figure out what he had lost until a few days ago when he inadvertently discovered that someone was planning to harm Murong Lianyun, because they believed the key to the mysterious treasure was still on her. Thinking of how Mo Xibei had risked his life to save Murong Lianyun several times, he felt an overwhelming anxiety, wishing he could sprout wings and fly back to the capital, back to her side. At that moment, he knew he was destined for eternal damnation.

He was too hasty, hastily grabbing the half-sheet of paper left by the Emei disciple and rushing to the capital. Three days and three nights without sleep, his exhaustion resulted in him being ambushed and injured on the road. His ambushers were highly skilled. All twelve were masters of ghostly and ruthless swordsmanship, proficient in ninjutsu, capable of earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of martial arts), and invisible. They were impossible to defend against. Injury was somewhat expected, but he hadn't anticipated its severity. Chu Junfeng thought that if he hadn't encountered Mu Feinan, who was on his way back to the capital after failing to find the treasure, he would likely have been doomed. However, Mu Feinan's victory was only a narrow one. Two of the three men he brought were also seriously injured, and Mu Feinan himself was slashed. On the final stretch back to the capital, the four of them supported each other, all in a sorry state. Thinking of Mu Feinan, Chu Junfeng's heart sank. They had known each other for a considerable time, and over the years they had considered each other their lifelong rivals, constantly seeking to eliminate the other. Unexpectedly, it was he who saved her in the end.

"I saved you because you're going to die by my hand. Don't think I consider you a friend." Mu Feinan said this as the two parted ways outside the capital. "Also, Mo Xibei is someone I value. Don't even dream about it."

Mu Feinan was a master of disguise, so it wasn't surprising that he could see through Mo Xibei's disguise as a man. What was surprising was that such a ruthless and cold-blooded person would say such a thing. In fact, Chu Junfeng also knew that he shouldn't have found Mu Feinan's words so hurtful. Earlier, Mu Feinan had already proven it to him with his actions. That day on the cliff, when Mo Xibei almost slipped to save Murong Lianyun, it was Mu Feinan who rushed over and pulled them back. Who would believe that someone who always treated human life as worthless would risk his life to save someone? But it was the truth.

"You may be interested in her, but she may not be interested in you." Almost instinctively, Chu Junfeng suppressed the envy and pain in his heart and coldly retorted, "Don't forget, I met her first."

"So what? She'll still love me in the end," Mu Feinan raised his head and said with malice, "Have you forgotten the vow you made back then? Do I need to remind you?"

One wrong step leads to another. Chu Junfeng swayed in the wind. He had taken a wrong step, but where did he go wrong? Should he have been irresistibly drawn to Mo Xibei on the canal? Should he have fallen for him during the subsequent half-hearted probing? Should he have swung that sword on the cliff? If he had known that Mo Xibei would go after Mu Feinan, he would never have stabbed him. In the end, Chu Junfeng realized that this was the only thing he regretted most.

Mo Xibei… The name that had lingered in his heart for months, the face that had haunted his dreams for months, was now so close, yet Chu Junfeng found himself unable to take another step closer, only able to watch her from afar. This was for the best. Since he couldn't give her what she wanted, then he would stay far away from her, the farther the better. “Take good care of Lian Yun.” And so, as he turned away, he heard himself say this, his tone surprisingly calm, completely unaffected by his current emotions. How good.

"Get lost, get as far away as possible, and don't die in front of me." As Chu Junfeng's footsteps gradually faded into the distance, Mo Xibei couldn't help but swear viciously. She slammed the wine glass she had been playing with onto the table, and it actually sank deep into the round, carved nanmu wood table.

Mu Feinan arrived at Chunfeng Ruyi Tower in the evening. He had been away for several months before returning to the capital. He never expected that the row of dilapidated buildings when he left would now be transformed into a magnificent and resplendent place. So when he saw the scene before him on this street, his first action was to turn around and walk back to the street corner, as if he had taken the wrong turn.

Mo Xibei was drinking in her private room as usual. Chu Junfeng's arrival had inexplicably worsened her mood, making her incredibly irritable and scaring away three waiters. At this moment, she had invited several girls from her building who were skilled in singing and dancing to perform her modified belly dance in new costumes, hoping that the passionate and cheerful music and exciting dance steps would improve her mood.

Mu Feinan knocked on the door, but the music inside was at its climax, and Mo Xibei didn't hear a thing. So, when Mu Feinan finally couldn't resist pushing the door open after waiting for a while, he was immediately hit on the head with a wine glass. "Your way of treating guests is quite special," Mu Feinan said, catching the wine glass that had been flying through the air.

"This is already quite polite for an uninvited guest." Having almost hurt someone, Mo Xibei was slightly embarrassed, but his words remained defiant. Seeing Mu Feinan standing at the door without coming in, he raised his hand to signal the others in the room to leave before standing up to greet him. "It's been months, and you're still the same. Surrounded by so many beautiful women, how come you haven't learned any gentleness?" Mu Feinan sighed, removing his mask and deliberately glancing outside.

"You're back from your treasure hunt. How was it? What did you find?" Mo Xibei was amused by him, and his tone softened.

"Don't even mention it," Mu Feinan shook his head, walked to the table, and was slightly surprised to see the wine glass deeply embedded in the wood. He slapped the table lightly, saying, "Who offended you? What a waste of this perfectly good table." As soon as he finished speaking, the glass jumped out.

"I just think it's kind of fun." Mo Xibei naturally refused to admit that he had been angry. He just looked at the small round hole that had appeared on the table for no reason and felt that it looked awkward, so he tried to push the wine glass back in.

"I thought it was that guy surnamed Chu who came and upset you," Mu Feinan said suddenly, his eyes sparkling.

“Why would he upset me? That’s a strange question,” Mo Xibei snorted. “Since you’re here, why don’t you try my food? If you’re not satisfied with the food, I have fine wine, beautiful women, and even handsome men. Considering you saved me once, this time it’s my treat.”

"Good food is enough. As for fine wine and beautiful women, let's save that for next time. I'm not lucky enough to have that today." Mu Feinan tossed his robe and sat down next to Mo Xibei, leaning in a couple of inches closer before saying, "I'm injured. Drinking recklessly would be asking for trouble."

"Is the treasure hunt so dangerous? How come you got injured too?" Mo Xibei was surprised to hear that Mu Feinan was injured.

"I'm injured too. Who else is injured?" Mu Feinan glanced at him with a flirtatious look and said with a half-smile, "Chu Junfeng came by. So, he's not dead yet, is he?"

"Wait, you know he's injured? You were injured together? Did you fight over the loot?" Mo Xibei frowned. "Who won, or were you evenly matched?"

"Can't you be a little more creative? Think about how I bravely got injured saving him?" Mu Feinan rolled her eyes at Mo Xibei, dissatisfied. "Looks like he really didn't tell you what happened. He's such a tough guy. Let me tell you, I ran into him on my way back to the capital. He was covered in blood, surrounded by about a dozen men in black. He was badly injured. I thought, Chu Junfeng is your friend, and you're my woman. So he's practically a friend of mine. I couldn't just stand by and watch him die, so I rushed over to save him. Luckily I saved him, otherwise, it would have been very difficult for him to come back alive."

"I don't know if what you're saying is true or not," Mo Xibei's heart tightened, but he still smiled and picked up a piece of tender chicken strip with his chopsticks and offered it to Mu Fei. "Then, this is your reward."

"That's so insincere, not even a little concerned about my injuries." Mu Feinan was both amused and exasperated, taking a big bite of chicken while complaining.

"Okay, I care. Where are you hurt? Is it serious? Do you want me to re-bandage you?" Mo Xibei asked casually.

"Okay, I've been waiting for you to say that for ages." Unexpectedly, Mu Feinan immediately put down his chopsticks, quickly rolled up his sleeves, and brought his left arm over. There was indeed a layer of white cloth wrapped around it, with a faint hint of blood showing through.

"It looks pretty serious," Mo Xibei put down his chopsticks and pulled Mu Feinan to sit at the small tea table by the window. He reached out and unwrapped the white cloth, revealing a half-foot-long wound on Mu Feinan's left arm. A faint black tinge still lingered around the wound. It wasn't very deep, but its appearance was gruesome. "Why is it black around the wound? Was the weapon that injured you poisoned?" Not only poisoned, but very potent," Mu Feinan said, taking a small bottle of medicine from his pocket and handing it to Mo Xibei. "If I hadn't found the antidote, I wouldn't have been able to come back to see you. But Chu Junfeng's injuries are more severe; both wounds are on his chest, and I'm afraid the poison hasn't cleared yet."

Volume Two: The Wind Leaves a Mark, Chapter Two: Love Is Hard to Express (Part 1)

Mo Xibei uncapped the bottle and carefully poured the powder onto Mu Feinan's arm wound. Hearing him say this, she couldn't help but think of Chu Junfeng's bloodless face and his heart-wrenching cough after a glass of wine. Her hand trembled slightly.

Mu Feinan kept watching her, not missing a single expression or movement. He couldn't help but sigh softly. Mo Xibei's expression was calm, as if she hadn't heard him at all, or as if the person he was talking about was a complete stranger. But her hands betrayed her thoughts. She wasn't as indifferent to Chu Junfeng as she appeared. So, he said without hesitation, "That guy should be staying at the Xinglong Inn across the street. If you're worried, go and check it out."

"I'm not a doctor, why should I go see him? If you're always so talkative and meddlesome when you take off your mask, I suggest you put it on again." Mo Xibei had already found some new white cotton cloth and gently wrapped it around Mu Feinan's injured arm. At this moment, the sudden injury caused him to tighten the cloth, making Mu Feinan cry out in pain. Only then did he tie a pretty bow with the thin strip of cloth.

"You murdered your husband!" Mu Feinan jumped up, clutching his wound. How could he have forgotten? He had been blinded by her gentle gaze. Mo Xibei had no idea how to bandage a wound. In the shortest amount of time, she had successfully wrapped his arm into a fat pig leg. Although he could still barely lower his sleeve, he couldn't even bend his arm back. What was most infuriating was that she had tied a knot so tightly that his fingers would probably go numb from lack of blood supply soon.

"If you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being impolite. It might be a little difficult to hit you normally, but you're injured today, so don't expect me to go easy on you." Mo Xibei slapped Mu Feinan's wound without any hesitation. Even through the thick cotton cloth, she could feel Mu Feinan's body tremble, and she quickly withdrew her hand. Looking at Mu Feinan's face with slight guilt, her stunning beauty remained unchanged. Only a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Did I hurt you?" She deliberately made her smile even more carefree.

"Luckily, I have exceptional stamina, otherwise you would have beaten me to death. Come to think of it, it's only because I can tolerate you. If it were someone else, this one slap would be enough for the seven grounds for divorce. You can just wait to become a divorced woman." Mu Feinan's injuries were actually not light either, and now, after being tormented by Mo Xibei, the pain became even more intense. However, he did not show it on his face. After taking a deep breath, he continued to tease Mo Xibei.

"You really think I wouldn't dare to make a move?" Mo Xibei raised his hand, but hadn't decided where to strike. Mu Feinan had already darted away, disappearing several meters away. "If you've got the guts, then stand there and don't run away." That's what she said.