Along the riverbank, the flowers were in full bloom, spreading pink and white hues all around. There had been a rain last night, making the air fragrant and refreshing. Many city dwellers came to enjoy the coolness and play, which gave rise to numerous small vendors setting up stalls, selling food and souvenirs, creating a lively atmosphere.
Li Sui dismounted with the man, threw down the reins, and let the Snow Kicking Black Roan to frolic around.
Zhu Yanyin’s knees went weak, and he almost lost his balance.
Li Sui reached out in time to grab him. “Hey, are you okay?”
Zhu Yanyin’s voice trembled as if a ghost had grabbed his throat. He said with a quiver, “I feel like vomiting.”
Li Sui was at first baffled as to why this person always felt like vomiting, almost like a pregnant woman. But upon further reflection, recalling the brain disorder Jiang Sheng often mentioned, he forcibly connected the dots—suffering a head injury and feeling nauseated was quite normal—basically, lacking the self-awareness of “scaring people to the point of vomiting due to one’s demonic conduct.”
So he said, “Then go ahead and vomit.”
Zhu Yanyin responded with a word, turned around, and walked away without looking back, his steps getting faster and faster and faster, as fast as he could.
In Li Sui’s eyes, it wasn’t fast at all. To him, this hurried pace was just another quirk of the scholarly individuals from Jiangnan. They insisted on finding a secluded place before being willing to vomit, but with the riverside bustling with tourists, where could they find quietness?
Forget it, let’s help him again.
Zhu Yanyin’s heart was pounding like a drum, he was panting heavily, feeling like he was almost running for his life.
Li Sui reached out and put his arm around his shoulder. “Let’s go, I’ll take you to Feiquan Valley.”
Zhu Yanyin: “?”
The spirited Snow-Kicking Black Roan kicked up its heels again, joyfully running towards the deep valley.
This time, sure enough, there was no one around. Not only were there no people, but there wasn’t even a ghost in sight. It wasn’t because Feiquan Valley had poor scenery, but because the path to the valley was too rugged; only experts could navigate it.
Li Sui pointed to a cave, “Go there and vomit.”
Zhu Yanyin: “Help!”
At this moment, the Snow-Kicking Black Roan approached, gently nudging him with its head, showing extreme affection.
Li Sui raised an eyebrow, “Have you fed my horse?”
Given the current situation, Zhu Yanyin felt that the next moment the other party might erupt in anger and say, “Anyone who has fed my horse must die,” which was not entirely impossible.
So, he frantically shook his head.
Meanwhile, the horse continued its enthusiastic nudging.
The situation became awkward for a moment.
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Li Sui looked at the foolish appearance of Snow-Kicking Black Roan, drooling as if about to drip saliva. He felt a tightness in his chest and warned, “This won’t happen again.”
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Zhu Yanyin: “…”
The birds in the mountains were chirping melodiously, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of grass and leaves. Zhu Yanyin, who had just been overly frightened, still felt weak in the legs. He simply sat down on the ground, intending to catch his breath.
Li Sui looked at him for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Do you know why the leader of the Qingyun Gang sits in a wheelchair?”
Zhu Yanyin was momentarily stunned by the question, not understanding what it was about. ‘Why would someone sit in a wheelchair? Because you broke their legs?’
Li Sui continued, “Because he misunderstood the key points while practicing martial arts, thinking he could break through the internal restraints. However, he didn’t realize that it caused the reversal of his Qi and blood flow, resulting in the rupture of all the meridians in his legs, turning him into a cripple.”
Zhu Yanyin: “…Okay.”
He was still waiting for follow-up on the crippled state of the leader of the Qingyun Gang, or any other hidden details, but Li Sui had already gone to the creek.
At this point, Zhu Yanyin was no longer afraid, but his confusion doubled. Seeing the other person standing motionless on a rock, staring fixedly at the water surface, displaying a bizarre scene as if about to commit suicide by throwing himself into the stream, he was once again startled. What was going on? Was it the legendary state of demonic possession?
With a swift motion, Li Sui raised his hand causing the air to blow and a large fish was lifted out of the water, flopping as it landed on the ground.
It was indeed large, as big as a wild Yellow River carp that had grown in the wild for over a decade, too large to stew in one pot.
Zhu Yanyin: “Ah!”
Li Sui set up a fire pit, seemingly intending to roast the fish.
Zhu Yanyin couldn’t understand why this seemingly very fishy old fish would be delicious, but he didn’t dare to voice any objections. He just sat under the tree, hugging his knees, watching the other person skillfully kill the fish, gut it, scrape off a few scales hastily, leaving even the fishy line untouched, and just roasted it like that.
Although Zhu Yanyin had never stepped into a kitchen, he had read many miscellaneous books and had studied the ingredients of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. He was very particular about eating, emphasizing freshness. Even with rough cooking, it was to retain the original flavor of the mountain and sea delicacies. For fish like this, with coarse texture and not very fresh taste, without finely chopping with a knife or without the eighteen cooking seasonings, how could it be palatable?
A moment later, Li Sui called him, “Come over.”
Zhu Yanyin didn’t really want to go over, but he was afraid that if he didn’t, he would end up like the fish. So he slowly moved over to the fire pit.
Li Sui handed him a piece of fish meat: “Eat.”
Zhu Yanyin took it and obediently took a bite. To be honest, he had never eaten anything so unpalatable in his life.
Li Sui asked: “How is it?”
Zhu Yanyin struggled to chew, with a mouthful of earthy taste, “Um, uh.” His cheeks puffed up high, unable to swallow it down.
Li Sui misunderstood this “uh”, thinking he was devouring the food eagerly, so he cheerfully said, “You can have the rest.”
Zhu Yanyin looked at the two-foot-long big fish, his heart trembling, and asked with difficulty, “Can I take it home?”
Li Sui nodded, “Sure.”
Zhu Yanyin breathed a sigh of relief, but still couldn’t manage to swallow the fish, feeling extremely bitter inside.
Li Sui unfastened the wine pouch from his waist. “Drink or not?”
Zhu Yanyin: “Mmm mmm mmm.” Not drinking.
This time, Li Sui didn’t insist. He tilted his head back and took a sip, and the fragrance of wine wafted through the air.
With such beautiful scenery, fine wine, fine…. not-so-fine food—when placed in a book, it could barely pass as an elegant affair.
But obviously, the atmosphere between the two at this moment had nothing to do with “elegance”, something seemed very wrong.
Zhu Yanyin had already given up on eating the fish, quietly placing the remaining half by the fire. He was pondering whether, with the other in a good mood from drinking, he could suggest going home together. However, shouts from the mountaintop interrupted his thoughts.
“Young Master!”
“Second Young Master!”
“Palace Master Li!”
Li Sui tossed the empty wine flask aside, and when he looked up, dozens of servants from the Zhu residence had descended from higher ground, moving gracefully like birds. Their martial arts skills were truly formidable.
Accompanying them were Zhu Zhang and Jiang Shenglin. Upon hearing Zhu Xiaosui’s tearful account of “the young master was snatched in public,” both of them were shocked. They hastily led the search with a group of people, and finally managed to find this mountain valley after much difficulty.
“Young Master!” Zhu Zhang was already covered in cold sweat. When he saw Zhu Yanyin standing there unharmed, the weight that had been hanging in his throat finally dropped.
“Uncle Zhang,” Zhu Yanyin supported him. “It’s alright. Palace Master Li just brought me here to enjoy the scenery and have a fish.”
“Yes, yes, thank you, Palace Master Li.” Zhu Zhang wiped his sweat, still trembling with fear. “But it’s getting late, and my young master needs to go back and take his medicine. I wonder if we can leave first?”
“Absolutely!” Before Li Sui could speak, Jiang Shenglin quickly agreed, “Hurry back, take the medicine for wind-cold, and I’ll follow shortly.”
Relieved of a heavy burden, Zhu Zhang quickly instructed the servants to carry the Second Young Master out of the valley. The group scurried away at breakneck speed, leaving no trace of their presence and not even taking half fish with them.
Li Sui: “Halt!”
The last servant who didn’t manage to leave in time could only stand there in a miserable state. “Palace Master Li.”
Li Sui pointed with his hand and said coldly, “Take the fish back.”
Servant: “…”
Jiang Shenglin couldn’t rest assured about Zhu Yanyin, so he followed him back to the Zhu family’s bank, located below Fengming Mountain.
Zhu Zhang stood by the bed. “How is he?”
“He’s fine,” Jiang Shenglin said. “It’s just too cold in the mountains. He might have caught a chill again. Let him rest for a couple more days.”
Zhu Zhang went out to oversee the decoction of the medicine. Taking advantage of the absence of others in the room, Jiang Shenglin seized the opportunity to ask, “What did Palace Master Li do with you when he took you into the mountains today?”
Recalling the events, Zhu Yanyin didn’t think much of it. He said they went for a mountain tour, he told the story of the limp of the leader of the Qingyun Sect, and roasted a unpalatable fish.
Jiang Shenglin didn’t understand: “The story about the limp of the leader of the Qingyun Sect?”
Zhu Yanyin replied: “Well, yes.”
Also nervously speculated: “Could it be that I had some connection with the Qingyun faction before I lost my memory? Otherwise, why would Palace Master Li specifically mention it?”
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. The truth of the matter probably revolved around that!
Jiang Shenglin was also confused, so later in the evening, he went to ask Li Sui personally, “Why did you deliberately tell Young Master Zhu about the limp of the leader of the Qingyun Sect?”
Li Sui casually replied: “Didn’t you teach me to do that?”
Jiang Shenglin was puzzled: “You must be mistaken. When did I mention the leader of the Qingyun Sect? He and I don’t even know each other.”
Li Sui poured himself some tea: “You didn’t mention it directly, but you told me to take Zhu Yan for a mountain tour, enjoy some food and drinks, and share some interesting stories from the martial arts world with him.”
Jiang Shenglin patiently explained: “When I asked you to share interesting stories, I meant things like martial arts tournaments or a lady challenging suitors. Even discussing some martial arts mysteries or elopements would be better than the story of the leader of the Qingyun Sect falling into demonic cultivation. Moreover, practicing cultivation and ending up with crippled legs is a tragedy. I heard that the Leader Lu has been melancholic for a whole year, sighing constantly, and can hardly eat anymore.”
Li Sui frowned. “Lu Qing had mediocre talent but was single-minded about making a name for himself. He met a dead end but refused to retreat, blindly charging forward. This resulted in a reversal of his vital energy, leaving his legs crippled. Isn’t that amusing?”
“Of course, it’s not amusing!” Jiang Shenglin was stunned by this bizarre sense of humor. Originally, he wanted to explain the rationale, but he felt too exhausted to do so and weakly waved his hand. “Forget it, just don’t meet Young Master Zhu again in the future. I see that his mood was relatively stable when he mentioned you today; he shouldn’t be scared again.”
Li Sui “hmphed”, neither confirming nor denying.
Later, the servants from the Zhu family pushed a small cart covered with a silk cloth to the west of the city in a hurry to find Veterinary Doctor Liu.
They explained that their dog had eaten fish and was vomiting and having diarrhea uncontrollably.
Palace Master Li, who was drinking tea in the teahouse: “…”
OMG, poor dog, eating the fish that Palace Master Li cooked himself…I just can’t 🤣🤣🤣
This story is so funny 🤣…thank you for the update
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Thanks for the chapter, waiting for more
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And I thought it couldn’t get any funnier… 🤣