Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

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After the flight attendant pushed the cart away, the two opened their meal boxes.

Xia He poked her own beef with a small fork, then poked Cheng Mo's.

She picked up the small bread from her lunchbox, took a bite, and then suddenly offered the remaining half to Cheng Mo's mouth.

Cheng Mo opened his mouth and caught it.

Xia He reached for the small bread in Cheng Mo's lunchbox, took a bite, then rested her head on his shoulder and muttered, "I'm at a huge loss."

Cheng Mo chewed on his bread and mumbled, "Huh? Shouldn't I be the one who suffers a loss in this? You ate one and a half of my bread, and I ate half of yours."

Xia He slapped him: "Hmph, you got the benefit and you're still acting innocent, it's all your fault."

Cheng Mo swallowed his bread, looking completely innocent: "You were the one who attacked first."

Xia He retorted confidently, "Yeah, why would I launch a sneak attack on a plane? That would be a huge loss, and not romantic at all."

Cheng Mo was speechless: "Why are you being hypocritical? When you see couples kissing on the street, everyone says it's romantic, right? Why isn't it romantic when it comes to us?"

Xia He buried her head in his shoulder: "How can that be the same? On an airplane, you're showing it to... to the clouds?"

Cheng Mo remained silent.

This logic is unbeatable.

Cheng Mo opened the drink, inserted a straw, and held it to Xia He's lips.

Xia He took a sip and then pushed the straw to Cheng Mo's mouth.

The two of them chatted away, one after the other, until the plane began its descent.

Cheng Mo suddenly realized that he was no longer nervous.

He glanced at the ground getting closer and closer outside the window, then at the drink cup in his hand, and finally his gaze settled on Xia He's lips.

Hmm, it seems that food therapy is quite effective.

I'm just... getting a little hungry again.

"What are you looking at?" Xia He glared at him.

Cheng Mo looked away and said seriously, "It's nothing, it's just quite delicious."

"Hmph." Xia He smiled.

After getting off the plane, the two collected their luggage and walked out of the arrival gate.

A hotel shuttle bus was already waiting outside, with the driver holding up a sign that read "Cheng Mo and Xia He".

Xia He chuckled: "Golden Retriever has thought things through quite thoroughly."

The two got into the car and left.

Upon arrival at the hotel, the front desk verified the information and handed over two room keys.

"Hello, these are two deluxe king rooms. Here are the room keys."

Xia He took the room key, her smile freezing for a second.

She took the card, clenched her teeth, and forced a smile: "Thank you."

Damn blonde!

Next time, let the little Taoist priest beat you up harder!

A residential community in Liupanshui.

Wang Zhenqiu was nestled in the pink sofa when he suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his nose and chuckled twice: "It must be that scumbag couple who went to the hotel. You're the one who beat me up, so I won't give you two a room."

He sneezed again.

That scoundrel seems to have forgotten that he used his own money to book two rooms at the hotel.

Whether the two of them choose to share a room is entirely up to them.

……

Hotel corridor.

The two swiped their cards to open the door.

Cheng Mo turned around and waved to Xia He: "Go to sleep early."

Xia He turned around and darted into his room, closing the door behind her.

Cheng Mo looked at her: "What's wrong?"

"Little Taoist priest," she leaned closer to him, her eyes sparkling, "let's do something we love."

Cheng Mo was silent for two seconds, then nodded: "Okay, let's practice then."

Xia He: "???"

Before she could react, Cheng Mo had already pulled her into position and assumed the starting stance.

"Come on, let's practice Longevity Exercise!"

Xia He looked completely bewildered. Before she could say anything, her body had already started moving reflexively.

Pink mist spread out and slowly diffused throughout the room.

Amidst the ups and downs, Xia He's emotions gradually calmed down.

There was no romance or romantic relationship involved.

After completing one round of practice, the two finished their stances.

Xia He looked at Cheng Mo calmly and yawned: "Going to sleep now, goodnight."

Then I opened the door, went back to my room, lay down, closed my eyes, and fell asleep instantly.

……

Early the next morning.

Xia He stared at the ceiling, feeling utterly miserable.

How could I have believed that stinky Taoist priest's nonsense?

It's so late at night, such a beautiful time, why are you practicing kung fu!

A sense of frustration welled up inside me.

No.

She sat up, got dressed, washed up, went out, and knocked on Cheng Mo's door.

Cheng Mo opened the door, looking refreshed: "Good morning, off to practice?"

Xia He gritted her teeth: "Practice!"

The two went downstairs and found an open space behind the hotel.

The surrounding area is quite green, and it's very quiet with few people around.

The two stood facing each other.

The starting posture of the Eight Pieces of Brocade.

"Holding up the sky with both hands regulates the three burners—"

"Drawing the bow with both hands like shooting an eagle..."

The two moved slowly and breathed deeply.

A middle-aged man in a dark jacket walked by, watched the two young people's actions, and suddenly slowed down and eventually stopped.

As he watched, he walked over and started mimicking the gestures.

Raise your hand, stretch your waist, turn your head.

The movements weren't perfect, but the person was very serious.

Cheng Mo and Xia He ignored him and continued practicing.

The older man became more and more engrossed in his practice, and the expression on his face relaxed considerably.

However, the two were already close to the end. The uncle had only been in the zone for two minutes and hadn't even gotten into the swing of things when they stopped.

The middle-aged man stood there for a moment, looking as if he hadn't had enough.

Just as Cheng Mo and Xia He were about to leave, the middle-aged man quickly caught up with them: "Young man, young lady, wait a moment."

The two of them turned to look at him.

The uncle smiled, a smile that revealed both honesty and shrewdness.

Xia He asked, "What's up, Uncle?"

The middle-aged man cupped his hands in greeting: "My surname is Wang. May I ask how you two are addressed?"

Cheng Mo also cupped his hands in greeting: "Cheng Mo."

Xia He glanced at him, then cupped her hands in greeting: "Xia He."

Cheng Mo: "..." Why are you copying me?

Uncle Wang chuckled and said, "I just wanted to ask what kind of kung fu you practice? Can I learn it? I felt refreshed after practicing with you for a while."

Cheng Mo was quite direct: "We practice the Eight Pieces of Brocade, which is found in many Taoist temples. It's a Taoist health cultivation exercise. If you want to learn it, Uncle, you can ask at a Taoist temple."

Uncle Wang nodded repeatedly, "Thank you so much."

After saying goodbye to the two, Uncle Wang walked to the side, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

beep - beep -

connected.

"Hey, Xiao Ye, I have a question for you."

A lazy voice came from the other end of the phone: "Dad, what's up?"

Uncle Wang asked, "When you were learning kung fu at Wudang, did they teach you the Eight Pieces of Brocade?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"...What the heck?"

"The Eight-Section Brocade," Uncle Wang said. "I just did a set with two young men at the hotel. It was so refreshing, even better than drinking an ice-cold beer on a hot summer day."

Wudang Mountain.

In a quiet room.

Wang Ye held his phone, his face full of question marks.

He certainly knew about the Eight Pieces of Brocade. Although most people on Wudang Mountain practiced Tai Chi, some beginner disciples also practiced the Eight Pieces of Brocade.

But to make Dad feel that way...

Is Dad just incredibly lucky or incredibly unlucky?

These are clearly two extraordinary individuals, so how did he end up running into them?

They even stumbled upon people practicing their martial arts.

Those two are really stupid. They practice their skills in the hotel without any fear of being stolen.

"Hey? Hello!" Uncle Wang's voice came through the receiver. "Why is there no sound? The signal is so bad!"

Wang Ye came to his senses: "Dad, Wudang practitioners practice Tai Chi, not Baduanjin."

Uncle Wang frowned and clicked his tongue: "This Wudang is no good. How come they don't even have the Eight Pieces of Brocade? We're not going to Wudang anymore. Dad will find you a place that has the Eight Pieces of Brocade."

Wang was startled and quickly said, "Dad, I remember now, there are some Taoist priests who practice the Eight Pieces of Brocade."

"Okay, you should find out for me whether I can do it or not," Uncle Wang said. "I'll go there after I finish what I'm doing, and then you can ask how much it costs to guarantee I'll learn."

Wang Ye was silent for two seconds: "...Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Wang stared at his phone for a long time.