444 The Arrival of A Maiden Taoist Priest Drenched in the Rain. (2/2)
Looking at the showers outside the window, he added, ”Just like it is going to rain, or the little lady is going to marry.”
Sangsang became thoughtful, holding her legs tighter.
Silence reigned in the courtyard. There was no more talking, only the pitter-patter.
At the moment, there suddenly came a loud rat-a-tat on the front door of the house.
”Rain, rain, rain. Good! Now it really rains.”
”Do you not have an umbrella?”
”This is the will of Haotian. You two just stay here overnight, but don't expect me to lend you an umbrella.”
”Sangsang and I have set the rule since childhood that anything even our lives can be borrowed except two objects.”
”Money and umbrella.”
The knock in the front yard was getting louder and quicker. Obviously, the visitor was getting increasingly annoyed by the heavy rain, trying to express his or her strong dissatisfaction through the knocks.
Ning Que, however, did not care. Like his Eldest Brother, he strolled idly toward the door and kept teasing the visitor.
”Why can't we lend the umbrella? Hey, it is a long story, so I wonder if you are interested in it. But you should not leave just now... Oh my God! Why are you here?”
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As he opened the door, Ning Que stopped nagging abruptly. He looked out of the door, with his mouth opened and his hands holding on the heavy door, so stunned as if being struck by lightning.
At the moment, he felt that he was really struck by lightning.
Outside the door were not Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang.
Instead, it was a maiden Taoist priest in a blue Taoist robe.
She was soaked, with the large blue robe clinging to her skin and her messy, wet hair clung to her forehead, making her look rather pathetic.
In her hand was a Taoist whisk, the end of which in her left arm was dripping constantly.
Anyway, it was quite pathetic to look like a drowned rat. Therefore, her eyes were filled with a bit of anger and shame, rather than the previous indifference and pride.
However, in fact, she was not embarrased at all. She was still so beautiful despite her pale face running with water and her eyes full of anger.
Because she was one of the three most beautiful maidens recognized by the world.
As the door was opened, a bedraggled pretty maiden in the heavy shower came into view. Her cheeks were pale and hair was a little messy, making her look weak and pitiful. Ning Que suddenly recalled many beautiful stories of Liao Zhai and a song about how beautiful she was played in his head on repeat.
Ning Que believed that the pretty maiden outside the door was definitely more powerful and beautiful than those fox demons in Liao Zhai.
But he was not tempted by her.
Because he did not want to die.
He did not even want to see her.
Though he was much more powerful now, he did not want to see her.
So his first response was to shut the door.
However, when he was trying as hard as he could to close the two heavy doors at an unprecedented speed, he found the doors were many times heavier than before.
Because the maiden priest in the rain put her hand on the door.
Ning Que could not imagine how much blood he would bleed under her Taoist Sword if he had really pinched her hand in the doors and caused her to bleed, but he did not stop closing the door.
When the two heavy doors were going to pinch the maiden's hand,
A light ray suddenly emerged from the wet thin hand.
A gust of wind started at the gate of the courtyard, suddenly halting the shower pouring into the courtyard.
The light, yet powerful aura spurted out from her palm instantly evaporated the rain on the palm surface and a tiny green leaf, and then shattered everything it touched.
A loud clunking noise came from the gate of the courtyard.
The people in the distant city of Chang'an, while sheltering from the rain under the eaves, looked to the Yanming Lake where the sound came from, wondering if anyone was struck by such a deafening thunder.
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No one died.
Only two doors were destroyed.
Looking at the big breach on the door, Ning Que felt like weeping but had no tears.
The sawdust splattered from the courtyard door spilled all over him, including his face. There were still lots of sawdust left on him despite the washing of the rain, making him look extremely pathetic.
As he was watching the fresh smelling sawdust gradually turning from white to gray in the rain and thinking about the money he had spent for the two doors, the look on his face became extremely painful.
He looked up at the pretty maiden priest soaked in the rain, his body trembling with pain, and shouted with anger, ”Ye Hongyu, you'll pay me the door!”
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