Chapter 199

It was exactly noon.

Luo Zijun changed into a black robe in the small alley, put on a Bamboo Hat, and first arrived at the Gathering of Sages Hall.

The heavy snow had just stopped.

At this time, it should be when the Demon Beast in the mountains are most active.

Since his worries were resolved, now he should continue to practice hard and, by the way, earn some more silver.

Besides needing to buy a house of his own, he had also promised his senior sister that he would trick five thousand taels of silver from Bai Daxiaojie for her every month.

He didn't dare to actually trick her, but asking for some silver occasionally should be fine.

But five thousand taels a month was clearly not very likely.

Therefore, he could only go out hunting himself, tempering himself while earning money.

"Young Master Dongfang, with the heavy snow these past few days, the Demon Beast of Cangyun Mountain have all come out to forage, so in the coming days, there are teams leaving the city every day..."

"Do you want to reserve for tomorrow, or some other time?"

After the owner of the Gathering of Sages Hall finished speaking, he checked the register again and said, "There is still one spot left for tomorrow; the day after tomorrow and the day after that are already full. If Young Master Dongfang doesn't go tomorrow, then you can only book for three days later."

Luo Zijun thought for a moment and said, "Let's make it tomorrow."

As he spoke, he took out fifty taels of silver and placed them on the counter.

"Alright."

The owner agreed, accepted the silver, and registered his name in the book.

Luo Zijun chatted with him for a while longer about recent events at Cangyun Mountain before leaving the shop, then went to other martial artist shops, spent the six hundred taels of silver he had on him, and bought materials for his Medicine Bath for the next ten days or so.

Now that his cultivation had advanced to the Martial Artist Fifth Realm, the materials he needed were becoming increasingly expensive.

But it didn't matter; with his luck, as long as he left the city, he would definitely have a harvest.

Moreover, that little girl Xu Ziyin still owed him two thousand taels of silver; when the time came, he could go to the Jia Mansion to sell some medicinal pills, or go tell fortunes for Lin Meimei and the others—wasn't that all money?

He bought wontons, steamed buns, and soy milk on the street, then arrived at Bao'an Hall.

His master was not there.

Only his senior sister was sitting inside the counter, resting her chin on her hands and daydreaming.

Luo Zijun placed the steaming hot lunch on the counter, stared at that pure yet charming face inside the counter for a while, and suddenly shouted, "Senior sister, time to eat!"

Su Qingling glanced at him and ignored him.

Luo Zijun took a steamed bun and handed it to her, saying, "Why aren't you wearing the fox fur I gave you?"

Su Qingling continued to daydream and ignored him.

Luo Zijun stared at her for a while longer, then suddenly reached out, pinched her little mouth open, and then forcefully stuffed the small steamed bun from his other hand into it.

Just as he stuffed it in, a Rolling Pin suddenly smashed toward him.

Luo Zijun had been prepared; he pulled his hands back, "Bang!", and that thick Rolling Pin smashed onto the counter.

Su Qingling held the Rolling Pin, puffed out her fragrant cheeks, and glared at him with angry eyes.

Luo Zijun said, "Swallow it!"

"Pfft!"

Su Qingling spat out the small steamed bun in her mouth, which fell onto the counter, and then she glared at him coldly and said, "You swallow it!"

Seeing that the small steamed bun was covered in glistening saliva, Luo Zijun gagged and said, "Senior sister, how can you waste food? Do you know how many people outside the city are freezing or starving to death in this weather?"

Su Qingling glared at him for a while and said, "Come in."

Luo Zijun said, "Why should I listen to you?"

Su Qingling said coldly, "Then I'll go to the Chujian Bookstore."

Luo Zijun was completely fearless: "Senior sister, my relationship with Liu has already broken down; it's useless even if you go."

Su Qingling said coldly again, "Then I'll go to the Bai Mansion and tell them about the scandal between you and me."

"Ah???"

Luo Zijun opened his mouth and said, "Senior sister, what scandal could we possibly have?"

Su Qingling said, "What do you think?"

Luo Zijun thought carefully and said, "We feel that we are pure and clean between us, and there is no scandal at all."

A trace of mockery appeared in Su Qingling's eyes, and she didn't speak again.

Luo Zijun stood in a stalemate with her for a while, then had no choice but to walk into the counter, pick up another small steamed bun, and hand it to her: "Senior sister, eat."

Su Qingling looked at him coldly with her beautiful eyes and was just about to speak when, at the moment her little mouth opened, Luo Zijun's small steamed bun suddenly attacked, quickly stuffing it into her mouth, and then two of his fingers followed it in, poking forcefully toward the inside.

Su Qingling was furious and raised the Rolling Pin in her hand to hit him.

Luo Zijun grabbed her wrist with his other hand and scolded, "Swallow it for me! Don't you dare spit it out!"

While speaking, he continued to poke toward the inside.

Su Qingling struggled a few times, then suddenly widened her eyes, her throat moved, and she actually swallowed it in one go.

Luo Zijun: "..."

Su Qingling froze in place, stunned for a moment, swallowed her saliva, and her other hand suddenly pinched his butt and twisted it fiercely.

Luo Zijun hissed, hurriedly picked up the soy milk on the counter, handed it to her lips, and said, "Senior sister, drink some soy milk quickly, don't choke to death."

Su Qingling glared at him fiercely, and while lowering her head to drink the soy milk, she continued to twist him mercilessly.

Luo Zijun hissed and couldn't help but say, "Senior sister, I didn't expect your mouth to look so small, yet you could swallow such a big thing."

"Pfft—"

As soon as the words fell, the soy milk in Su Qingling's mouth was suddenly spat all over his face.

Luo Zijun was stunned for a moment, then also lowered his head and drank a few large gulps of soy milk, then with a "pfft" sound, also sprayed it onto her face.

The milky-white soy milk flowed down from her pure and charming cheeks, followed her fair and slender neck, and flowed into the rising cleavage.

Su Qingling suddenly lowered her head and took a few more gulps, then with a "pfft" sound, spat it onto his face again.

"Pfft!"

Luo Zijun was not to be outdone and continued to spray her back.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The two went back and forth, neither willing to yield.

Soon, the two servings of soy milk were completely sprayed away by the pair.

Just as the two were staring at each other, dripping wet and covered in soy milk, an old woman walked in from the entrance with a prescription. Seeing the scene behind the counter, she paused for a moment and said, "Su Dafu isn't here, and you two lovebirds are fighting again? Oh my goodness, if you must fight, why make such a mess everywhere? Look at your faces, your bodies... you aren't children anymore, why act so foolishly every day? Between husband and wife, there should be harmony, there should be affection..."

This old woman often came here to get medicine. When she first misunderstood them as a young couple, no one had explained, and Su Dafang had even gone along with it, saying, "These two little things have been fighting since they were small; I can't manage them at all."

The old woman had been very surprised at the time: "So you are childhood sweethearts, no wonder. This must be the kind of fighting that resolves in the bedroom; you'll be able to fight for a lifetime."

So, every time she came to get medicine, she would nag with great envy.

When Luo Zijun was not around, she would ask Su Qingling behind the counter: "Young Lady, where is your handsome young husband? Gone out again? You must keep a close eye on him, be careful he doesn't get spotted by some noble lady or Young Lady while out, look at that little face of his..."

Sometimes she would nag again: "You two must hurry and have a child. One is handsome, one is beautiful; how good-looking the child born would be. Tsk tsk, I reckon it would make others die of envy."

Seeing both of them there today, and seeing them fighting again, she couldn't help but nag once more.

"Young husband, why don't you yield to your little wife? You really are blessed and don't know it. Look at your little wife's appearance, like a celestial being, and you actually have the heart to hit her? If other men could marry her, they would surely hold her in their hands for fear she might break, and keep her in their mouths for fear she might melt; yet you don't know how to cherish her. Be careful, if you drive her away, you'll have regrets."

"Little wife, as a wife, you should be gentle and virtuous, and yield in all things. How can you lay hands on your own husband? If word gets out, how shameful. Look at your little husband, how handsome he is. I heard from your grandfather that he is even a scholar, a Xiucai. Be careful, if you drive him away, you'll be the one crying later..." Luo Zijun saw she was going to continue nagging, so he hurriedly reached out to interrupt her words, saying, "Sun Daniang, are we still filling the previous prescription?"

Sun Daniang handed the prescription to him and said, "Su Dafu added a few more ingredients for me, take a look."

Luo Zijun opened it, took a glance, and began to dispense the medicine.

Su Qingling let go of him, lowered her head, and silently clicked the abacus, calculating the price.

Luo Zijun finished dispensing one portion, handed it to her to wrap up, and then dispensed the second.

The two worked in tacit cooperation, and soon the medicine was dispensed and the price calculated.

Luo Zijun handed the medicine to Sun Daniang and urged, "Twice a day. Come back in seven days and let my master check your pulse."

Sun Daniang paid the money, looked at the two again, and smiled: "You two lovebirds, you really do fight in the bedroom and make up in the bedroom. Have a child sooner, so your grandfather can be at ease. Once you have a child, you shouldn't fight anymore."

After saying this, she carried the medicine and left.

Who would have thought that as soon as she stepped out the door, the two behind the counter suddenly pinched each other again.

!

Luo Zijun let out a "hiss" and said, "Senior Sister, you were so ruthless just now, you pinched my butt until it bled!"

Su Qingling also shuddered and said coldly, "Serves you right."

Luo Zijun twisted her waist, and she twisted Luo Zijun's butt.

"Hiss..."

Both of them let out a "hiss" together, then both increased their strength at the same time.

"Ah!"

Luo Zijun suddenly let out a miserable cry.

Su Qingling's other hand had suddenly pinched his chest.

"Despicable!"

Luo Zijun dared not pinch her there, so he had to settle for the next best thing and pinched her thigh, only to find that this girl's thigh was too smooth and too taut to get a grip, so he had to change spots and pinched her pert buttocks behind her.

"Ah..."

Su Qingling's body trembled, and a suppressed moan escaped her throat.

Just as Luo Zijun was about to mock her, he suddenly saw her head lean over, mouth open, ready to bite him. In his desperation, he immediately let go of her waist and grabbed her ear!

Su Qingling's movements suddenly stalled, and she glared at him with angry eyes: "Let go."

"You first!"

Luo Zijun not only didn't let go, but pulled hard on her ear, making her head sway from side to side.

"Haha, Senior Sister, what are you shaking your head for? Are you studying? Ha ah..."

Luo Zijun had just mocked her a few times when he suddenly let out a miserable cry.

Then, his body stiffened, his mouth hung open, his two hands slowly let go, and he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Senior Sister, I was wrong..."

Su Qingling held his vital point, her eyes looking at him coldly and triumphantly.

"Senior Sister, this isn't fair!"

Luo Zijun was a bit angry.

Ever since this girl discovered this handle of his, she had been restraining him like this, while he had no way to counter her.

Su Qingling ignored him, sat down on the chair, pulled him to lean against her, and looked at the lunch on the counter that had already gone cold.

After a pause, she commanded: "Feed me."

"Hmph! I, Luo Zijun, would rather die—hiss..."

Before Luo Zijun could finish his sentence, he immediately picked up a steamed bun from the counter and brought it to her mouth.

Su Qingling glanced at him with charming eyes, opened her red little mouth, first stuck out her pink, clove-like tongue to lick it a few times, and then began to eat it in small bites.

After finishing one, she said again: "Wonton."

Luo Zijun had no choice but to stiffly pick up the spoon, scoop up a wonton, and tremblingly bring it to her mouth.

Su Qingling again stuck out her pink, pointed little tongue, licked the wonton and the soup in the spoon, and then opened her little mouth and ate it.

While she was eating, she held that thick Rolling Pin and shook it gently, threatening him, as if ready to beat him at any moment.

Luo Zijun's body was tense as he continued to feed her the wonton.

Soon, the bowl of wontons was eaten clean by her, not a drop left.

"I want more."

She said coldly, crossing her long legs, the Rolling Pin in her hand continuing to sway, her face full of smugness and menace.

Luo Zijun had no choice but to slide the other bowl over, preparing to continue feeding her.

Who would have thought that at this very moment, a firecracker suddenly went "pop" on the street outside, causing Luo Zijun to flinch in fright; with a "hiss," the large bowl of wontons suddenly tipped over, and the thick, murky broth spilled entirely onto Su Qingling's snow-white skirt.

"Oh no!"

Luo Zijun's expression changed, and he hurriedly caught the falling soup bowl.

"Crackling..."

At this moment, the sound of firecrackers rang out outside.

Luo Zijun's face flushed red, and he trembled a few more times from fright, saying, "Senior Sister..."

Su Qingling kept her pretty face cold, lowered her head to look at the mess on her skirt, slowly loosened her grip on the Rolling Pin, then raised her head to look at him and said, "Did you do that on purpose?"

Luo Zijun said, "No..."

Then he couldn't help but add, "Senior Sister, don't waste it, it's still hot, eat it while it's hot... ah!"

A scream rang out.

Su Qingling pinched his chest hard, then stood up and walked out from behind the counter.

Luo Zijun stood at the counter for a while longer, then hurriedly began to clean up.

The counter was also a mess, covered in the soy milk the two of them had just spat at each other, as well as the steamed bun Senior Sister had spat out.

"What a waste, I'm never buying you anything again..."

He muttered to himself while cleaning.

Su Qingling returned after changing her clothes and washing her face and hands; she held the white skirt she had just taken off, handed it to him, and said, "Take it back and wash it clean."

Luo Zijun said, "Why should I? I'm not your servant, I..."

"Then I'll take it to that Bai Daxiaojie to wash."

Su Qingling said coldly, then added, "It's covered in your filth; she should be very happy to wash it, right?"

Luo Zijun didn't speak again, silently taking it into his hands and putting it into his Storage Bag.

A moment later.

Su Qingling suddenly said again, "Change your clothes later, and I'll help you wash yours too."

Luo Zijun was stunned upon hearing this and turned his head to look at her.

Su Qingling withdrew her gaze, opened a drawer, and while counting the money inside with her head lowered, said, "By the end of the month, I want to see those five thousand taels of silver."

Just as Luo Zijun was about to speak, she looked at him again and said, "It must be swindled from that Bai Daxiaojie. If you dare to lie to me, hmph..."

Luo Zijun: "..."

(End of chapter)