Chapter 68: He Wants to Become Strong!

The night was deep and quiet.

The sounds of the argument between his sister and brother-in-law outside had finally ended.

Luo Zijun lay on the bed, thinking about things.

The Young Maid was lying prone beside him, diligently planting "strawberries."

She didn't dare to bite him.

But she was still very interested in planting strawberries.

Luo Zijun taught by example; he only planted one small one on her, and she learned it immediately.

"Young Master, it's... it's so fun..."

The young girl looked at the little strawberries on her body, feeling both shy and amused.

"This servant... this servant wants to play too..."

Then, she began to plant them with great delight.

"Hiss..."

Luo Zijun let out a "hiss" and said, "There's no need to plant them in some places."

"Oh... but this servant wants to..."

"Are you dreaming of nonsense?"

"Wuu..."

Luo Zijun felt no sleepiness.

After the Young Maid fell asleep, he sat up and began to practice.

Merely practicing Internal Energy did not count as complete martial arts training.

Without medicinal baths, without the integration of techniques, and without Flesh Tempering, one could only possess empty strength.

If one encountered other martial artists or a sudden sneak attack from an ordinary person, the physical body simply could not withstand it. And when you were striking someone else, your own fists could not withstand it either.

Even if you had a weapon, your body could not hold out for very long.

Therefore, he had to find a way to perform Flesh Tempering.

In his Dantian Sea, that Inner Strength Seed soon lit up with a milky-white glow and began to flicker slowly.

Outside the window, the moon hid behind the clouds, and the wind had gone who knows where.

Tianxian Pavilion.

Bi'er went out from time to time to look out from the railing on the third floor.

Inside the room.

Liu Chujian was wearing a white long dress embroidered with peonies, revealing a pair of slender, delicate feet in silk socks beneath the hem, and was sitting at the table, quietly reading the manuscript of *Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai*.

Although she had already read this manuscript many times, her eyes would still turn red every time she read it.

"Miss, that guy probably won't come tonight..."

Bi'er returned to the room and said gloomily.

Liu Chujian lowered her head to flip through the manuscript and said softly, "Let's wait a little longer."

Bi'er pouted and said nothing more.

Liu Chujian read for a while longer, then suddenly asked, "Do you think he is in such a hurry to write books and earn money just to study?"

Bi'er said, "Didn't he say last time that earning money is for studying? He is a scholar now, and I heard there is an Academy Examination next month; he might want to take it. Miss Ziwei said that studying at an Academy costs a lot of money, especially at a good Academy."

Liu Chujian was silent for a moment, then looked up and asked, "Bi'er, how much silver do we have now?"

Bi'er was startled and hurriedly said, "Miss, what are you going to do? You aren't... going to sponsor that guy's studies, are you?"

Liu Chujian did not answer; she avoided her gaze and continued to look down at the manuscript on the table.

Bi'er immediately said anxiously, "Miss, no! You have read so many books, don't you know that scholars are all heartless men? Many women sacrifice everything to sponsor a scholar's studies, only for the man to immediately cling to some wealthy and powerful young lady once he passes the exam. We have only known that guy for a few days, how can you..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly became teary-eyed: "Miss, we still need to save money to pay off debts and redeem ourselves. When the family was raided, you borrowed so much money and distributed it to those maids and servants so they could leave... You gave up your status as an official's daughter to come to a place like this to perform and earn money; what was it for? Wasn't it to pay off the debts sooner and redeem those sisters who were sold off sooner..."

Liu Chujian was silent for a moment and said, "I know, I will work hard to earn money. It's just... I don't mean to sponsor him; he is so talented, I just thought that if he goes to study and doesn't have enough silver, we could lend him some first..."

"No!"

Bi'er wiped her tears, walked over, grabbed her sleeve, and said, "Miss, men are all liars, and scholars are the best at lying. We have only met that guy a few times; you cannot trust him too much. In this Brothel, this servant has seen too many heartless playboys. You have never had contact with men before and are simple-minded; you have no idea how hypocritical and detestable those men are..."

She then added, "Besides, that guy is not only rude but also has frequent urination; he must have something wrong with his body. If we lend him money, what if he..."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Liu Chujian did not bring up the matter again and continued to look at the manuscript on the table.

After a while, she couldn't help but say, "Bi'er, go out and look again."

"Oh."

Bi'er went out again very reluctantly and walked to the railing to look down.

It was not until the early hours of the morning.

The light in the room finally went out.

"Let's sleep."

The mistress and servant then went to sleep.

The night outside the window grew even thicker.

At the third watch.

Luo Zijun finished his practice and prepared to sleep.

!

"Go take a leak first."

Although there was a chamber pot in the corner of the room, he really didn't want to pee in the room and let the stench fill the air.

"Whoosh..."

He came to the corner of the small courtyard and began to relieve himself.

He was indeed injured too severely; his urination was weak, and he nearly peed on his shoes.

That detestable female flower-plucking thief!

Other flower-plucking thieves would finish once and immediately flee.

She, however, did it again and again and again, each time so brutally; she simply didn't treat him like a human!

But thinking about it now, that female flower-plucking thief was still very formidable.

Martial artists are truly powerful!

This only strengthened his resolve to practice martial arts.

Of course, he practiced martial arts only for self-preservation, so that if he encountered the female flower-plucking thief again, he wouldn't be knocked unconscious and forcibly ravished once more.

He had to become stronger!

He wanted to punch the flower-plucking thief's...

Hmm?

His pants were wet.

Damn it, having frequent, weak, and dribbling urination is truly outrageous!

He returned to the room.

He changed his pants and crawled under the covers.

The Young Maid seemed to be asleep, but after he lay down, a smooth, soft little foot quietly reached into his hand again.

Luo Zijun had no interest at all right now; he only wanted to sleep quickly to restore his body.

As for any jade feet or whatever, he didn't miss them in the slightest.

Outside the window, the moon quietly poked its head out from behind the dark clouds.

Inner City.

In a room with luxurious decorations, the lights were still on.

Incense smoke curled from the incense burner on the table.

A woman draped in a red robe was sitting before a long desk, quietly practicing calligraphy.

Her jet-black hair, like black silk, was draped behind her.

The swell of her chest was like two towering, upright mountain peaks.

That fair, delicate, and cold face, along with those misty peach-blossom eyes, looked enchanting and gorgeous under the glow of the lamp, beautiful enough to bewitch one's soul.

A moment later.

She put down the wolf-hair brush in her hand and asked indifferently, "Have you found out clearly?"

Behind the curtain, a maid lowered her head and replied, "Yes."

The woman did not speak again, her gaze fixed on the characters she had just written on the table.

It was a poem.

"Last year today within this gate, the human face and peach blossoms reflected red..."

The room remained silent for a long time.

The woman murmured again, "A month from now, if there is still nothing... we will go again, to find him..."

(End of this chapter)