Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Xia He stood up, leaning against the wall, and saw Cheng Mo standing by the window, looking out.

She laughed, stumbled over, and clung to him, crying, "Little Taoist priest~~"

Cheng Mo turned around and caught her, helping her back to his room. He sat her on the bed, picked up a bowl of warm water from the table, and held it to her lips: "Drink some water first."

Xia He took his hand and gulped down more than half a bowl of water, which dripped down her chin and onto her clothes.

Cheng Mo helped her stand up, placing his hands on her shoulders to steady her: "Let's practice."

"Huh?" Xia He said with a pained expression, "We still have to practice? I want to sleep."

"A hangover is bad for your health, so practice your martial arts to detoxify." Cheng Mo released his grip, took a half step back, and assumed a starting stance. "You'll still be beautiful when you're old."

Upon hearing the words "pretty and beautiful," Xia He's eyes lit up, and she sobered up halfway.

"Then practice!"

She tried to stand up straight and followed Cheng Mo's movements, slowly and gently starting to move.

Pink mist emanated from her body, enveloping the entire room.

The smell of alcohol seeped out from his pores little by little with each movement, dissipating into the mist.

Xia He's movements became increasingly fluid, the effects of the alcohol gradually subsided, and her eyes grew clearer.

When my mind calms down and my breathing becomes steady and long, I feel like I'm soaking in warm water, so comfortable that every pore opens up.

The more you practice, the slower and more graceful your movements become, like swimming in water.

I don't know how much time passed.

The two slowly finished their practice and opened their eyes at the same time.

Outside the window, the sky was already beginning to lighten, and a grayish-blue light shone through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a thin line on the floor.

Xia He stared blankly at the beam of light, somewhat dazed: "Little Taoist...we've been practicing all night?"

Cheng Mo breathed a long sigh of relief.

To be honest, he had never tried practicing kung fu all night.

The aroma of alcohol mingled with a pinkish mist, creating an atmosphere that subtly intoxicates the senses.

After practicing the Longevity Exercise for most of the night, when the morning light shone into the room, my body switched to the Vajra Exercise on its own.

He repeated it three times before finally finishing.

Interestingly, the room was spotless, with not a trace of alcohol.

"It's just a whole night, isn't it?" Cheng Mo stretched his shoulders. "How are you feeling?"

Xia He carefully observed and felt it.

My mind is clear, my thoughts seem to flow faster than usual, and I feel relaxed, as if I've just had a good night's sleep or taken a hot bath, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Then the next second—

Sweating profusely.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, back, and palms at the same time, soaking his clothes instantly.

"No, no!" Xia He jumped up and rushed into the bathroom. "I need to take a shower!"

The bathroom door slammed shut, and the sound of running water filled the air.

Cheng Mo looked down at himself and realized he wasn't in much better shape; his clothes were sticking to his body.

He turned and went out, gently closing the door behind him, and entered He Yunchong's room.

He Yunchong was still lying in bed, fast asleep, in the same position as last night, without even turning over.

Cheng Mo ignored him, went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower.

After washing my hair and getting it completely dry, sleepiness suddenly overwhelmed me like a raging torrent.

Cheng Mo yawned and went back to his room.

Xia He had already taken a shower and was nestled in bed, breathing steadily and sleeping soundly.

Cheng Mo lay down on another bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep instantly.

Their breathing gradually synchronized, rising and falling with each breath.

The pink mist spread out again, rising and falling, expanding and contracting in rhythm with the two people's breathing, like breathing or heartbeats, merging with the two of them.

……

Fengtian, Nadutong Office Building.

In a clean lounge, Shin Ishikawa lay on the bed, slowly opening his eyes.

He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then slowly sat up.

Lu Gong, wearing a dark jacket, sat on the chair next to him, legs crossed, holding a magazine in his hand.

Two employees from NaDuTong were standing next to him.

"I..." Ishikawa Shin rubbed his temples. "How did I get here?"

Gao Lian walked in through the door with a kind smile on his face and a cloth bag in his hand.

"Mr. Ishikawa, we found you near Yanbian. You had collapsed." He placed the cloth bag beside the bed and opened it. "This is all I had with me."

Ishikawa Shin looked down—

A broken sword, the blade shattered into several pieces, with only the hilt still attached to half of the blade.

He suddenly grabbed the knife handle, his hands trembling, and his eyes instantly turned red.

"This is a demon sword!" His voice trembled. "It really broke! It broke..."

He looked at the broken knife over and over, his fingers tracing the broken blade and the rusty edge. His lips trembled as if he were looking at some rare treasure, or as if he were looking at an old friend, and he mumbled some Japanese words.

After a long while, he calmed down a bit, raised his head, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Gao, may I ask who cut this knife? And where are my three juniors?"

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Gao Lian shook his head regretfully, his tone somber: "When we found you, Mr. Ishikawa, you were all alone, and the knife was broken beside you. There was no one else there."

Ishikawa Shin's expression changed several times, his fingers clenched the broken sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He didn't remember what happened; in his imagination, the three juniors died to cut the demon sword.

This is their glory.

"Thank you so much for your help this time. The Ishikawa family will definitely repay you in the future."

Gao Lian thought to himself: Once your memory returns, you'll still be able to say thank you... well, you'll be amazing.

With a sincere smile, he reached out to help Ishikawa Shin up, saying, "Mr. Ishikawa, you're too kind. Our two countries should help and support each other now."

Nobuo Ishikawa stood up, his face still somewhat pale: "I wonder if Mr. Gao could help me arrange a plane ticket back to Japan? I don't know why, but I feel uneasy."

"Don't worry, I'll arrange it for you right away." Gao Lian readily agreed, then turned to the employee next to him and instructed, "Go and book the earliest flight for Mr. Ishikawa, first class."

The employee nodded and turned to leave.

Gao Lian turned back and looked at Ishikawa Shin with concern: "Mr. Ishikawa, would you like to eat something first? I've had some light food prepared."

Ishikawa Shin shook his head: "No need, thank you. I want to be alone for a while."

"I understand, I understand." Gao Lian patted him on the shoulder. "Then you should rest first. I'll have someone come and let you know when the tickets are ready."

He turned and walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

……

in the hotel.

When Xia He woke up again, it was already noon.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a golden ribbon across the floor.

She turned her head to look out the window.

Turning back, she met Cheng Mo's eyes.

He lay on the bed next to me, turned to the side, propping his head up with his hand, watching for who knows how long.

Xia He's heart skipped a beat, then a wave of annoyance washed over her, and she raised her hand to slap her forehead.

Snapped.

Last night was such a good opportunity, how come we didn't take advantage of the young Taoist priest!

Cheng Mo blinked: "Why would you hit yourself for no reason?"

Xia He glared at him: "None of your business!"

"Then get up and eat." Cheng Mo threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Xia He jumped up and ran to wash up.

Cheng Mo followed him inside.

The two of them squeezed in front of a washbasin, pushing and shoving each other.

Xia He took a toothbrush and elbowed him.

Not to be outdone, Cheng Mo pushed her away with his buttocks.

Xia He pushed back, splashing foam all over Cheng Mo's face.

"How childish of you!" Cheng Mo wiped his face.

"You started it!" Xia He said defiantly.

The two were joking and laughing, splattering toothpaste foam everywhere, leaving white specks on the sink, mirror, and even towels.

After they'd had their fun and tidied up, the two went out.

Xia He took out her phone and looked at it—surprisingly, there were no missed calls.

She called Gao Dazhuang.

beep - beep - beep -

It rang for a long time before the other end answered, the voice sounding groggy: "Feed?"

"Still not up? Let's go, let's have lunch."

"What time is it?" Gao Dazhuang mumbled.

"It's past midnight."

"Wow—" Gao Dazhuang yawned loudly, dragging out the last syllable, and then said lazily, "Wait a minute."

Cheng Mo knocked on the door next door. Knock, knock, knock, no one answered. He pushed the door open—

The room was spotless, the blankets were neatly folded, the towels in the bathroom were hanging up, and even the trash can was empty.

Cheng Mo shook his head.

This guy, he didn't even say goodbye before leaving.

If we meet again next time, I'll beat him up first.

The two went downstairs and waited in the lobby for a few minutes before the elevator doors opened.

Gao Dazhuang came out, having changed into clean clothes and tied his hair in a ponytail. He looked much more energetic, though his eyes were still a little swollen.

"Let's go, let's go, we're starving." She strode out, leading the two of them to find something to eat.

As he walked, he sighed, "That wine yesterday was really good. After drinking it and sleeping for a night, all my gloom disappeared."

As she spoke, she leaned close to Xia He's ear, her voice very low, but Cheng Mo, with his sharp ears, heard her clearly: "Wasn't it particularly efficient last night?"

Xia He secretly glanced at Cheng Mo, then leaned close to Gao Dazhuang's ear and whispered, "Yeah, it felt really good."

Cheng Mo: "..."

Two young, innocent girls, how come they're both so filthy?

Gao Dazhuang chuckled: "I'll send you a few more bottles, and you can have them before you run errands next time."

Xia He, still hoping to embolden herself with alcohol, immediately agreed, "Yes, a few more bottles, please."

The two men exchanged a glance and laughed simultaneously, their laughter being incredibly lewd.

Cheng Mo lagged three steps behind, ashamed to be associated with him.

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