Liu Ying smiled slightly: "It's alright. I've long heard that although the owner of Qing Ping Le is in a business with beautiful women, he is actually fond of men. Sometimes rumors are true."
As she spoke, Liu Ying felt a cool sensation on her face. She looked up at the sky and saw snowflakes falling sparsely.
"It's snowing, let's go back inside. You can't stand the cold," Qi Fengting said to Mu Lan. Mu Lan reached out his hand, and Qi Fengting pulled him up.
“Young Master Liuying, if you are feeling lost, why not take a look at Mirror Lake? My Mirror Lake has magical powers.” Mu Lan said, pointing in a direction for Liuying, and then went back to the house with Qi Fengting’s help.
As Liu Ying watched the two sets of footprints receding into the distance, he thought, "So it really was just a false rumor. I searched through all the ancient books in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion and couldn't find anything mentioned. It really doesn't exist."
Xue Qing stood in front of the pagoda, gazing up at the magnificent golden pagoda. "Damn it! They have money to gild the roof, but can't they at least bring some money with them when they go out?"
“Amitabha, this old monk is really annoyed by the Demon Star’s constant sighing. Is the Demon Star missing Huiying?” Abbot Chankong asked with his hands clasped together.
Xue Qing glanced at her sideways: "What do you think? Aren't you a highly accomplished monk? Try to calculate with your fingers."
"Amitabha Buddha, this old monk originally wanted to tell Yaoxing a way to get Huiying back to Yaoxing's side, but Yaoxing's attitude was terrible, so I'll pass."
Xue Qing grabbed Abbot Chankong's sleeve and smeared the smear on her eyes: "I was wrong! You bald monk don't hold grudges! Forgive me this time! I won't do it again!"
Abbot Chankong pulled his sleeve back and cautiously checked it to see if there was any snot on it: "Demon Star, don't be too happy yet. Come, come, come with this old monk."
Abbot Chankong led Xue Qing to open the large iron gate of the pagoda: "Inside are eighteen elite martial arts disciples from Shaolin Temple. Come and talk to me after you defeat them." After saying this, Abbot Chankong kicked Xue Qing into the pagoda and slammed the gate shut.
Inside the tower, there was no sunlight, but a ring of red candles illuminated the area, enough for Xue Qing to see clearly. Eighteen shirtless, golden-clad monks stood before her in a classic human pyramid formation. Xue Qing gripped the hilt of her Qingyun sword tightly. What was going on? Eighteen disheveled men staring at a frail woman? An unmarried woman eyeing eighteen tacky men? This confrontation was incredibly unfair. Xue Qing was at a significant disadvantage in terms of numbers, and seemed to be at a disadvantage in terms of quality as well.
"Forbidden Buddhist grounds! Unauthorized trespassers shall die!" Eighteen mouths shouted in unison, the word "die" echoing repeatedly, adding to the imposing atmosphere.
Xue Qing looked at them with disdain. Was this what they called trespassing? She was clearly kicked in from behind by their abbot, yet she was being made to look like the kind of villain who was most likely to die, even though Abbot Chan Kong was indeed not a righteous person.
"Drink!" the eighteen bronze men shouted, and the bronze men on top all turned down and stood in a row to watch Xue Qing.
Xue Qing pressed her back tightly against the wall to avoid being attacked from both sides. Her sword was already drawn and held horizontally in front of her. The eighteen bronze figures were all in a fighting stance. Xue Qing drew her sword, the tip scraping the ground and kicking up dust. The eighteen bronze figures were not to be outdone, and they all stretched out their fists at Xue Qing. The Remnant Flower Sword Technique was good at both offense and defense. Those noble monks with gold powder on their hands dared to block Xue Qing's Azure Cloud Sword. With their steel-like bones, these monks must have all learned the Yi Jin Jing. Xue Qing slowed down her attack. The greatest educational value of the Yi Jin Jing is to tell everyone not to confront head-on. Careful observation and then sneakily attacking from behind is the only way to win!
Watching animal documentaries has its benefits; how do cheetahs catch antelopes? Starting with the weakest, Xue Qing also set her sights on the shortest and youngest-looking little monk. Xue Qing relentlessly pursued the little monk, and besides each of the Eighteen Bronze Men possessing superb skills and steel-like bodies, another crucial aspect was their coordinated formation. Picking on the weak indeed loosened their formation considerably, but Xue Qing was still struggling. The Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin Temple had been passed down for hundreds of years; they weren't just toys. Xue Qing could sense that the Eighteen Bronze Men weren't using their full strength against her, and they weren't attacking her vitals. At least they didn't kick her in the stomach, and in return, she couldn't kick their buttocks.
Just as Xue Qing's sword was about to block the young monk, a senior monk suddenly appeared and blocked her way. Seeing that the situation was not good, Xue Qing hurriedly turned around. The senior monk put his hands together and said to Xue Qing, "Amitabha, you have won, demon star benefactor."
Author's Note: ╭(╯3╰)╮ Thank you, Yun, for the generous ticket!
Let's add a little H to the parched earth, and subtly test the waters to see how many little boxes there are.
I finally finished coding before midnight. It reminded me of a little joke.
A: Why are you drinking so much milk?
B: This milk expires on the 13th, and today is the 12th, so I have to finish it before 12 o'clock.
The sofa girl from the last mini-game is gone; she didn't choose a card, so I automatically created a short skit featuring Bai Xichen:
At the end of the long corridor in the underworld was a woman's room. Bai Xichen walked to the door, pushed it open, and was greeted by a strong scent of perfume that masked a faint smell of blood.
"Oh, isn't this the Immortal Physician? You've returned with what I asked for?" The woman in the room moved gracefully to Bai Xichen's side, leaning against him, her body seemingly boneless, exuding a thousand charms.
"Tears Princess, you're too heavy, I can't carry you," Bai Xichen said expressionlessly.
"Hehehe," the woman called Lei Ji laughed seductively as she left Bai Xichen's body, "I forgot again, your body is even more delicate than a young girl's."
"I didn't find the Snow Mountain Ice Silkworm, I only found its droppings," Bai Xichen said, taking out a paper packet and handing it to Lei Ji.
Lei Ji took the paper package with suspicion: "Immortal Doctor, are you playing tricks on me?" Her bright red fingernails dug into the paper package, faintly revealing a murderous aura.
"The Snow Mountain Ice Silkworm only eats the nectar of the snow lotus flower. Its excrement can detoxify all poisons and has a miraculous effect on preserving youth. It can be ground into powder and taken with pearl powder," Bai Xichen said unhurriedly.
Lei Ji smiled charmingly: "Since the immortal physician says so, I believe it. I will send someone to deliver the promised items to the immortal physician later."
"Well, I'll take my leave now."
Bai Xichen turned to leave, but was stopped by Lei Ji, whose serpentine waist wrapped around him: "Immortal Physician, are you really not going to look at me a second? You're not interested in women, so perhaps you prefer..."
"People who frequently handle medicinal herbs are often unwilling to associate with beauties. Lingzhi and ginseng are both unremarkable in appearance, and even the beautiful Datura is poisonous. You'd better not stay too close to me, as I've smeared poison powder on my clothes," Bai Xichen said calmly.
Lei Ji quickly jumped off him, her charming smile undiminished: "Immortal Doctor, you yourself are not a ginseng or a lingzhi mushroom. There are probably not many people in this world who would use poison powder as perfume."
“I don’t usually like to use poison casually, it hurts my hands. And there aren’t many butterflies like you who love to collect nectar from datura.” Bai Xichen left the room and closed the door behind him. The faint sound of Lei Ji’s seductive laughter could be heard from inside.
"Young Master!" Zhi Qiu, who had been waiting outside the door, rushed to Bai Xichen's side and patted him all over: "Thank goodness, your arms and legs are still there."
"You don't need to be so nervous," Bai Xichen said helplessly.
"How can I not be nervous? Every time you go to see her, I'm terrified. Who knows when that woman will suddenly go berserk?"
Bai Xichen glanced at the door of Yi Lei Ji's room. This was a flower that even herb gatherers wouldn't touch, as it possessed a deadly poison that could kill upon contact with blood.
Master and nephew return
Xue Qing was filled with questions.
The monk then said, "It's lunchtime. Please join us for lunch, benefactor."
The little monk was very clever; he quickly pulled out two large food boxes from under the offering table.
Xue Qing stood there dumbfounded. The monk said, "Don't be so reserved, benefactor. The abbot has already left. Why should we waste our energy fighting any longer?"
"You guys... are just putting on an act for the bald monk?" Xue Qing asked suspiciously.
The head monk patted Xue Qing on the shoulder generously: "It's not easy for anyone to make a living like this."
Eighteen golden monks sat in a circle, each holding a large, white steamed bun. Xue Qing remained standing, not joining them.