Chapter 15: A Home in the Depths of White Clouds (Part 1)

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  Swift as a galloping horse, swift as a flying bird. In the midnight hours of Daxing City, two dark shadows were swiftly and recklessly dashing between the houses. As they rapidly fled into the distance, the originally peaceful city was gradually awakened from its slumber. Torches blazed, people's voices surged, everything clearly told everyone: something big had happened.

  Two people who threw stones into the center of the lake, however, had already moved far away before the ripples spread to their sides. This is what is meant by "a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall." Unfortunately, this dangerous wall was too big and too high, so that even if they escaped being crushed to death, the aftermath would still make them suffer.

  That slender figure suddenly stopped for a moment, and then fell straight down from the rooftop like a swallow hit by a mischievous kid's slingshot. The tall figure was shocked and rushed over to catch her. When they were still two or three meters apart, the slender figure finally regained her breath, adjusted her posture, and landed lightly on the ground with a beautiful pose that made people admire her. Unfortunately, after landing, she stumbled again, and involuntarily staggered, almost having to hold onto the wall to avoid embarrassment.

  This was the first time such a thing had happened since they met. The tall figure hastily stepped forward and supported her with concern, asking in a low voice: "How..." Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a surge of air rushing up from his chest, and he couldn't help but burst into loud coughs several times. Under the moonlight, his face turned an unnatural dark blue, while the woman's face flushed with a faint red glow.

  But this strange phenomenon only lasted for a moment, and instantly returned to normal. The two looked at each other with wry smiles, saying in unison: "What an amazing Six Spirits Incantation."

  Brocade robe fluttering, he stroked his chest with one hand and slowly smiled bitterly: "The 49th layer of yin-yang energy has been broken consecutively. At this moment, my lungs are also affected by the shock, and at most, I only have half of my strength left. Fang Shi, how about you?"

  The woman gasped slightly and said, "The Buddha-destroying Flame Yang True Energy is like a maggot attached to the bone, no matter what it cannot be driven away. My meridians are now being burned by the refining fire of hell, if I were to take action, I would be lucky to have three-tenths of my strength left."

  "It seems that leaving Daxing City tonight is hopeless." Jinpao guest sighed. Daxing City, as the capital of the Great Sui Empire, was known for its high walls and thick fortifications, earning it the reputation as the number one impregnable city in the world. Normally, with their skills, they could have easily scaled the walls and escaped. However, with internal injuries, that was no longer an option.

  The woman felt her whole body burning with anxiety, as if there was a huge flame raging inside her, and even her breathing was extremely hot. She could hardly bear it. But she forced herself to calm down and said in a steady voice: "The master of the Extreme Joy Sect has ordered all the disciples to search the city thoroughly. The most urgent thing now is to find a place to settle down quickly and treat our injuries before doing anything else."

  "The guest in the brocade robe hesitated and said: 'Why don't we just go to that person's mansion?'"

  The woman glanced at Yang Zhao, who was still unconscious from the acupuncture point, and shook her head: "It's not suitable. That person has a deep relationship with this child. If we send this child to his hands, it's hard to predict the outcome. It's better to find another place. My younger sister has a close friend in the Buddhist sect who is the abbot of a temple in Daxing City. Let's go and hide for a while, I believe it will be very safe."

  Brother Jinpao was delighted and said: "Sister Shifu is indeed far-sighted and has a long-term plan, I am not as good as her. In that case, we should not delay."

  The sealed acupuncture points were finally opened slowly with the natural flow of blood and gas in the body. Yang Zhao, who had just recovered from his dizziness, slowly opened his eyes and was immediately frightened. Under the dim light, two cold lights were hovering right above his face, so close that he could hear their breathing, and he didn't know what kind of mountain spirit or ghost they were. Without thinking, he instinctively sat up straight, pushed both hands forward, and shouted: "Monster!"

  "Ah, lecher!" A soft and sweet voice shouted at the same time. Immediately after, a series of crashing sounds "Beng beng, beng beng, kua la, hua la~" rang out in disorder. Yang Zhao pressed on the red bump that had just been knocked out on the back of his head, while pointing with one hand at the figure who was sprawled out on the empty floor in front of the bed, wearing a moon-white Buddhist robe - "Little Monk". He stuttered: "N-not a monster?"

  "Damn you!" The "Little Monk" jumped up with tears in his eyes, furious and slammed a punch onto Yang Zhao's head. With two or three acupoints on his hands and feet still being restricted, the weak and powerless Little King couldn't even dodge. Despite having martial arts skills all over his body, he was actually hit squarely. However, this allowed him to take in his surroundings clearly.

  The place where she was located was a room that couldn't be simpler. Except for a bed, a table and a stool, there was nothing else. And the person in front of her, although dressed as a nun, had curved eyebrows, beautiful facial features, and a goose egg face with small dimples. Her skin wasn't very white, but it naturally emitted a healthy glow. She was indeed a beautiful little nun. Looking closer, one could see that her figure under the coarse linen robe was slender and elegant, not only having all the necessary parts, but also being well-proportioned.

  Recalling the "thing" he had just touched, even a fool should have known what was happening, right? For an instant, Yang Zhao's face turned red, but he never could have imagined that his first intimate contact would occur under such circumstances. The soft and elastic sensation left a deep impression, and without realizing it, Yang Zhao curled his fingers into claws and flexed them back and forth several times. This movement was seen by the little nun, who became even more enraged. She cursed, "Dead lecher, men are indeed unreliable!" and struck him with another violent blow.

  The little nun didn't hit too hard, but Yang Zhao knew he was in the wrong and lost his composure. He cried out loudly: "Ah, it hurts so much! Spare my life, heroine!" In his cries, he intentionally added a few more pitiful tones. The little nun felt that she had already severely punished the bad guy, but stood up with a self-satisfied expression and said: "What are you yelling about? Hmph, shut up! I...I..."

  She originally wanted to say "female knight". But thinking again, she was a nun and couldn't call herself a female knight. So then she thought of learning from her master, who usually called himself "poor monk" in front of outsiders, and calling herself "poor nun". However, thinking again, this title was too old-fashioned. Her master liked to call himself that way, but she didn't like it. In the end, she could only say vaguely: "Call me again, I'll stuff your mouth with yesterday's unwashed socks."

  This little nun has a great figure, looks like she's at least 15 or 16 years old, but speaks like a primary school student, it's really funny. Yang Zhao's shoulders shook with laughter, trying his best to hold back the urge to burst out laughing, "Yes, yes, I promise not to speak or act rashly. However... uh, who are you, Miss? And what is this place?"

  The little nun's two big eyes rolled around a few times, saying: "What can't be said. Me... hmm, my Buddhist name is Shi Yu Lian, benefactor has courtesy." After finishing speaking, she put her hands together in respect and slightly bowed to Yang Zhao. It could be seen that this was something she had done so many times it had become second nature, completely not needing to go through her brain.

  Yang Zhao finally managed to suppress the unbearable pain of holding back his laughter, and replied solemnly: "So it's Master Jade Lian. Hmm, I'm Yang Zhao. Master, how did I end up here? What are you doing here?"

  The little nun Xiaoyu patted her head with the Buddhist hat and said, "Ah, right. The master told me to take good care of you, if you wake up, I'll go inform her immediately." She turned around and ran out without looking back. Yang Zhao couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that this little nun was really lacking in wit. But he didn't know what kind of person the master was, or what relationship she had with Jinpao guest and that woman.

  It's reasonable to assume that the acupoints will naturally loosen within twelve hours after being sealed. As for myself, whether it's the Elixir Sect or the Imperial Palace, they won't let me off so easily, and a city-wide search is to be expected. Within twelve hours, the Brocade Robe Envoy and the woman may not be able to leave Daxing City. That means, as long as I can recover my strength, I should have an opportunity to escape...

  At the moment of contemplation, I heard footsteps outside the door, and suddenly there was a bright light in front of me. Two people carrying oil lamps entered the Zen room one after another. The first person spoke softly: "Young Master Wang, you're awake. How are you feeling?" Her tone was gentle and elegant, making people feel warm and intimate when they heard it. Upon closer inspection, I saw that she was a middle-aged nun in her thirties. Her beauty was no less than that of Yang Zhao's mother, the Crown Prince's wife, Lady Xiao. However, there was a hint of melancholy hidden between her eyebrows. Although she was older than me, when Yang Zhao looked at her, he couldn't help but feel a strong desire to hold her tightly in his arms and comfort and protect her.

  But this idea is really too absurd. Yang Zhao smiled self-deprecatingly, collected his emotions and said: "It's okay, I guess. Ah! Shifu, do you know who I am?"

  The middle-aged nun let out a soft sigh, placing the oil lamp on the table to brighten it up. The young nun, Shi Yulian, who was following behind her, hastily brought over a stool to serve Master Yang. The middle-aged nun carefully examined Yang under the lamplight and sighed, "I didn't know before, but after seeing Young Master Wang's appearance, I realized. Alas, in the blink of an eye, it has already been fifteen years. Time really passes quickly."

  Listening to the other's tone, it seems that he doesn't know whether his father or mother knows him. Yang Zhao was delighted and thought that if they could get along well, it would be best. He asked respectfully: "So you're an old acquaintance. I'm bold enough to ask for your respected name. May I ask which one of my parents do you know, is it my father or my mother?"

  The middle-aged nun sighed: "My Buddhist name is White Cloud. In those years... I also went through many things with your father on the rivers and lakes. It's just that... Alas, past events are not worth mentioning. I suppose your father Wang has already forgotten all these things."