Chapter 39 The Jianghu Here Is Unusual (1/2)

In this world, even when there was the Qinggong that was able to leave no prints while walking on snow, it was impossible to stroll idly like that in the yard.

This was already a breach of the conventional, it was not possible even through martial arts.

Jian Shisan was born in the Mingjian Peak and his knowledge was vast. He knows that even if the Governor and Conception vessels are connected thoroughly, it was impossible to do so even when it collaborated with the vitality of the universe and the inner Qi was endless.

Ling Chongxiao too did not have this ability.

Unless this woman was weightless. Or she was some other foreign being.

Xin Shisiniang caught the hesitation in the eyes of this mortal but she was not surprised about it. Should she have purposely pretended to be a woman of the mortal world? She really could not have done that.

”You can suit yourself on whether you want to stay or leave,” Xin Shisiniang said with an aloof tone. Perhaps it was Xin Shisiniang who was being overly detached or that this weather was chilling to the point of biting. Jian Shisan was shocked for no reason. He could not utter a world and a chill ran down his spine. He only felt that this breathtakingly beautiful woman was scarier than the other masters that he had met in his entire life.

Jian Shisan took a deep breath, suppressed the fear within him and unconsciously responded with respect, ”My young master is still outside, I need to report back to him, would you mind?”

”Would you not return to report if I said I do mind? Do not think of dilly-dallying, quickly go and come back,” Xin Shisiniang was very impatient.

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”You say that there's a lady in the temple and she did not leave any marks walking?” The young master in the palanquin asked leisurely.

”Yes, it was said that this temple was long abandoned. By right, there shouldn't be any people in it. That woman's origin is a mystery. Young master, do we go in or not?” Jian Shisan could not be really sure of Xin Shisiniang's exact details. Based on his experiences from Jianghu, it was best to not personally get involved with this risk. However, the young master was prideful and if he advised him to not enter, it would produce opposite results.

”Jian Shisi, do you think we should go or not?”

”The young master wishes to go.” This time it was only six words1, it still remained as though it came out from a rock.

”Good, Jian Shisi. It's really a waste for you to be a slave of my household.” Nonetheless, the young master in the palanquin clapped his hands together. Jian Shisan sighed helplessly, this meant that he had no choice but to go along.

After entering the temple, Xin Shisiniang did not wait there of course.

”What pleasure it is to have guests from afar. Honored guests, just come to the backyard.” It was not the same female voice as before but an elderly person who spoke.

The direction of his voice came from a small alley away. Even though the green grass on top of it was blanketed with white snow, it did not dampen its vigor. There were bits of green showing once in a while, which gave a sense of zen under the moonlight.

After walking to the end of the small road, Jian Shisan, who was in the front, felt his field of vision widened. An old plum blossom tree swayed along with the wind, the pale yellow flower on top of it assaulted them with a faint aroma.

The palanquin stopped outside and the curtain opened. The young master's true looks were revealed. His lips were naturally red, his facial features were eminent, and his eyes were like deep pools of clear water. There was a red dot between his brows. He was brilliant like the moonbeams cast on the water. There was no need for words with the gracefulness that he was born with.

This was the young master of the Mingjian Peak, an outstanding figure within the young generation of Jianghu.

Based on his identity and looks, he qualified to be any young girls' dream lover of this world.

As a rule, there were not many regrets that came with this kind of life. Even the prince would not be as carefree and happy as the young master of a prominent family in Jianghu. What more that he was the only son of the Mingjian Peak's leader.

However, the gods were fair after all.

This was because as the curtain was released, he did not walk out but he slowly exited, sitting in a wheelchair.

He lifted his head and said, ”Good moon.”

He lowered his head and followed, ”Good snow.”

He later averted his gaze to the plum blossom flowers and continued, ”Good plum blossom.”