Chapter Thirty-Six: Zi Yi

  The man in black robes flipped his hands, and the wide sleeves made a whooshing sound. The sleeves turned around and wrapped around his forearm, then suddenly lengthened, shooting out from the man's arm like a sharp sword, stabbing towards Ling Fei's throat.

  Ling Fei's hands moved in a smooth motion, his palms slapping against the sleeves of his robe. With that momentum, he pulled back, and the black-robed man's feet also shifted slightly before pulling the sleeves back again.

  Ling Fei's eyebrows rose, his body tilted, and he stuck to the sleeve of his robe as he slipped past. The black-robed man's other hand brought up a string of residual shadows, and with a palm strike, he tried to knock Ling Fei down, but what surprised him was that he actually struck empty air.

  Her purple eyes turned around, her heart skipped a beat and looked down at her feet. Sure enough, Ling Fei was lying on the ground with his head propped up, smiling at him.

  "Are you playing drunkard?" The man rarely joked and said a sentence.

  However, under this atmosphere, neither of them could laugh. The man in black robes kicked at Ling Fei, who rolled on the ground to dodge the kick. As the foot landed, a lot of dust around was stirred up.

  Ling Fei slapped his hand on the ground and flipped his body over, landing steadily.

  His hands relaxed, his fingers and wrists curled inward, his feet became slightly illusory, and he suddenly rushed towards the man in black.

  "Drunk Fist? Ha, indeed you have some skills, no wonder the elder asked me to come and kill you." The black-robed man dodged Ling Fei's punch with a sidestep and blocked his elbow with his hand, smiling as he spoke.

  "Do you still dare to speak? Be careful or you'll die without knowing what killed you!" Ling Fei suddenly struck the man with his knee, taking advantage of the moment he dodged to the side. With both fists, he struck downwards, but before the man's body could regain its balance, Ling Fei's attack caught him off guard. However, the man didn't panic; one hand brushed aside Ling Fei's body, while the other hand aimed at the weak point under his armpit.

  Ling Fei's arm shot out, covering his armpit, and the hand that had been brushed aside returned with a burst of force, striking the black-robed man's chest. The man dodged but couldn't avoid it, so he could only take the hit head-on. His chest muscles numbed, and a suffocating feeling spread through him. Who knew Ling Fei wasn't done yet? He shook his shoulder, and another surge of force shot out from the fist on the man's chest. The black-robed man was sent flying, but Ling Fei wouldn't let him off that easily. A few steps forward, and another punch landed squarely on his chest.

  "Whoa!" The same spot was hit three times in a row, and the man couldn't hold back anymore, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Ling Fei stood still, twisting his waist and swinging his entire arm in a half-circle, as if it were an iron rod sweeping across the man's ribs. In the next instant, Ling Fei appeared beside the man, blocking his momentum, with five fingers together, striking towards the man's chest. "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" A series of muffled sounds echoed from the man's chest, and at this moment, what remained of the black-robed man's former majesty? His body swayed unconsciously with Ling Fei's attacks, like a wooden puppet.

  He pecked at his chest dozens of times, and Ling Fei turned around and flashed behind him, strangling his neck, and suddenly jumped up, this time almost three meters high, releasing the man, and the man fell face down to the ground.

  Ling Fei bent one knee slightly and leaned his body forward in mid-air, slamming into the man's spine!

  "Pong! Ka." A sharp, aching sound, Ling Fei knelt on the man's back, starting to pant heavily, earlier that set of moves in outsiders' eyes only looked fancy, but only Ling Fei knew how much this combo technique consumed his physical strength.

  Apart from moving at high speed, accurately shifting to the next location where his body would land before the enemy is not something that ordinary people can do.

  Ling Fei panted heavily for a few moments before finally collapsing, falling backwards onto the ground with his legs still draped over the man's back.

  Wave after wave of pain came from his abdomen and back, Ling Fei took a cold breath, just as he was about to get up, a stunning scene appeared. The man's fingers moved, followed by his arm, and then the whole person slowly got up. The broken spine seemed to have no effect on him, his body tilted, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

  Ling Fei also struggled to get up and stared at the man.

  At this moment, Ling Fei's heart was filled with a chill. If he had any strength to fight back earlier, now he could only be slaughtered at will.

  "You're strong... I finally... finally know... why... cough... why the elder called me... told me to be careful... careful of you." The black-robed man said with difficulty.

  He was also exhausted at this moment and didn't even have the strength to turn around.

  "Today... I... I lost my hand... Another day... another day I will come back... Remember my name..." The man slowly turned his head, staring at Ling Fei with a pair of purple eyes.

  "My name is Zǐ Yì..." Zi Yi turned back, stumbling as he walked out of the meadow, his upper body still occasionally leaning softly to one side. Watching him made Ling Fei's heart tremble. Only after he disappeared from view did Ling Fei think wearily.

  "Could it be... that he's indestructible or something?" Feeling that this idea was too ridiculous, Ling Fei mocked himself with a shake of his head, and lay down on the ground, wanting to sleep without waking up.

  "Teacher Ling! Wake up..." In a daze, he felt Mu Rong Shimei calling out to him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyes. Wave after wave of fatigue washed over him, and he fell asleep again.

  On the second day, early in the morning, Ling Fei slowly woke up, rubbed his nose, and smelled a faintly fragrant scent. Greedily sniffing again, Ling Fei slowly opened his eyes to find everything was pink: the walls, the adorable cartoon rabbit painted on the wall opposite him, the desk, chair, bookshelf, etc.

  He touched the soft bed beneath him and immediately realized that he was in Murong Shimei's home!

  His whole body ached unbearably, but Ling Fei still got out of bed and stood up to look around the bedroom. On the desk were some small trinkets that he had an overwhelming urge to pick up and play with, but he restrained himself. He twisted his body for a while, making cracking sounds, before finally letting out a comfortable sigh and pushing open the door to the bedroom.

  Murong Shimei's home was not small, with three rooms, two halls, one kitchen and two bathrooms, about 100 square meters. Ling Fei didn't know which bedroom Murong Shimei was in and it wasn't convenient to push open each door to look, but suddenly heard the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom, Ling Fei's heart moved, and a very fiery scene appeared in his mind.

  Murong Shimei revealed skin as white as jade, soaking in the bathtub, with flower petals scattered on top, occasionally kicking water with her toes.

  "I'm too evil..." Ling Fei shook his head and walked towards the living room, took a glance at the spacious room, and sat down in front of the leather sofa. The sofa was soft and squishy, and as soon as Ling Fei's butt touched it, he sank right in.

  "It's so comfortable, I don't know when I can afford this kind of high-end stuff." Ling Fei muttered to himself as he stood up and sat down on the sofa.

  A moment later, Murong Shimei wrapped in a bathrobe walked out of the bathroom, Ling Fei was still on the sofa idly fiddling with his fingers, and Murong Shimei didn't notice Ling Fei either. With just one wall between them, they were about to "see each other frankly".

  Murong Shimei came out of the bathroom and went into the kitchen to take a box of milk from the refrigerator, inserted a straw, and walked towards the living room while drinking.

  At this moment, Ling Fei also saw the remote control on the crystal tea table and picked it up to turn on the TV.

  Murong Shimei had just stepped into the living room when the TV suddenly came on "Recently, the temperature in our city has reached..."

  At this time, the two had already locked eyes, and both were stunned. Ling Fei quietly shifted his gaze to Murong Shimei's jade peak wrapped in a bathrobe, swallowing hard.

  "Really... really big." Ling Fei thought to himself.

  "Ah!!!!!!" Murong Shimei was stunned for a moment, and a sharp cry burst out of her mouth, scaring Ling Fei into a sudden shock.

  "Wait, don't shout, Mei Shi!" Ling Fei feared that they would disturb others and cause trouble, so he immediately jumped up from the sofa.

  Murong Shimei's breathing became visibly disordered, and those jade peaks rose and fell with her chest, Ling Fei had to use a lot of effort to pull his eyes away from them.

  "Shi Mei, I didn't mean to, I just got up, you... why don't you put your clothes on first?" Ling Fei was about to explain, but then thought it wasn't a good idea to say that either, so he interjected instead.

  Murong Shimei only then thought of herself almost exposing everything that should be exposed, and also exposing almost everything that shouldn't be exposed. Her face turned red as she turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

  Ling Fei sighed and habitually reached into his pocket, only to find that he hadn't brought any cigarettes out. He sat back down on the sofa, thinking to himself: "This is indeed a frank meeting..."