Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Lin Rufeng looked at Liu Yunwei and said calmly, "You just peed."

Liu Yunwei was stunned for a moment, then exploded in anger: "Bullshit! I haven't wet the bed since I was three!"

Gao Lian spoke up calmly from the side: "Indeed, there was no urine."

Lin Rufeng was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Gao Lian raised his hand, and a staff member came over and pressed a few buttons on the control panel.

The electrotherapy chair made another "humming" sound.

Liu Yunwei's body trembled, and then—

Wow! "!" Liu Yunwei's eyes lit up. "This thing can do that?!"

Lin Rufeng: "..."

He looked at Liu Yunwei's blissful expression, then at Gao Lian, his face turning ashen: "I didn't see you smear white foam on him."

Gao Lian chuckled and waved his hand again.

The staff operated the control panel for a few moments, pressing several buttons.

Liu Yunwei started foaming at the mouth, and water began dripping from under the chair.

Liu Yunwei looked down at himself, then up at Gao Lian, completely bewildered: "What the heck? What are you guys doing? Have I become part of your play?"

Lin Rufeng: "..."

Gao Lian walked up to Lin Rufeng and patted him on the shoulder: "And another thing, actually I'm not virtuous or righteous at all."

He leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "If you really don't speak, I'll show you what it means to be powerless and wish you were dead."

Lin Rufeng looked into Gao Lian's eyes and shivered for no reason.

Gao Lian straightened up, turned around, and walked out of the interrogation room.

His footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor.

Lin Rufeng stared at the doorway, remaining silent for a long time.

Liu Yunwei was still muttering to himself, "This chair can have adjustable settings? Were those the previous settings massage modes? The eighth setting was quite comfortable..."

Lin Rufeng turned around and looked at him, suddenly wanting to laugh.

Liu Yunwei turned to look at him: "Old Lin, you owe me a big beating this time."

Lin Rufeng closed his eyes: "Yeah, I owe you a big meal."

……

Gao Lian returned to his office and sat down at his computer.

The half-finished report was still on the screen, with the cursor blinking in the blank space.

He flexed his fingers and started typing.

"Upon investigation, the Hirumaru incident was orchestrated by the late Zhou Wu (a former entertainer who later mastered sorcery), and executed by Lin Rufeng, a disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect..."

He wrote very slowly, carefully considering each word for a long time.

When he got to the part about the Tang Clan, his pen paused for a moment.

Eight Tang Clan disciples, plus the sect leader Tang Miaoxing, are all dead.

The Tang Clan will likely not let this go.

……

After Gao Lian finished typing the last line, it was already dark outside the window. Only the desk lamp was on in the office, illuminating his figure bent over his desk.

……

Fengtian, a hotel parking lot.

The night is deep.

Cheng Mo parked the car, got out, and stretched his arms and legs.

After driving for nine hours, he felt his body was stiff and his bones cracked a few times.

Xia He got out of the passenger seat and stretched: "We're finally here."

The two entered the hotel, booked a room, and swiped their cards to go upstairs.

Back in the room, Cheng Mo and Xia He stood facing each other and slowly began to move. After completing a round of Longevity Exercise, they felt refreshed and all their fatigue had disappeared.

Xia He yawned, this time truly sleepy: "Going to sleep."

She crawled into bed, closed her eyes, and her breathing quickly became steady.

Cheng Mo lay down on another bed, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin line of light on the floor.

The two opened their eyes almost simultaneously, looked at each other, and slowly got up.

I washed up, went downstairs, and practiced my martial arts in the small garden behind the hotel.

After completing a round of Vajra Kung Fu, I felt refreshed and invigorated.

After leisurely finishing breakfast and checking out of the hotel, Cheng Mo drove towards Changbai Mountain.

As the car left Fengtian city, the scenery on both sides changed from buildings to farmland, and from farmland to mountains and forests.

They drove to the foot of Changbai Mountain, parked the car at the entrance, and the two hiked up the mountain.

The mountain path is still the same mountain path, the stones are still the same stones, and the trees are still the same trees. It's just that the snow hadn't completely melted when I came last time, but now the grass by the roadside has turned green again, a tender and lush green.

After several twists and turns, the scene suddenly changed—the stone tablet appeared.

The cave dwelling is pure and serene; three hundred years of cultivation have allowed one to attain true nature.

His immortal traces were ethereal; he traveled ninety thousand miles to attain profound skill.

Horizontal scroll: A hidden paradise

Beside the stone tablet, a rustling sound came from which a dozen or so mice emerged from the grass and cracks in the rocks. Some stood, some lay down, their beady eyes all staring at them.

Cheng Huihui's voice came from the mountain: "Hey, you two are back. Come on up."

A large rat emerged from the grass, beckoned to the two of them with its paws, and then turned and headed up the mountain.

Cheng Mo and Xia He followed it uphill.

In the valley, Gao Erzhuang was practicing Baduanjin on the open ground.

With both hands supporting the sky, one regulates the three burners; with both hands drawing the bow, one shoots an eagle.

Her movements were measured and precise, her breathing steady and long, and her Qi flowed smoothly. She was wearing the pink sweater Xia He had bought for her, her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her little face was very serious.

Cheng Huihui lay on the armchair next to her, holding a teacup, its tail swaying back and forth, watching her practice with a kind expression.

Gao Erzhuang finished his last movement, slowly lowering his hands and letting out a long breath.

She opened her eyes and saw the two people standing at the entrance of the valley. Her face lit up instantly, and she ran over to them.

"Senior brother! Sister!"

She buried her face in Xia He's arms, nuzzled against him a couple of times, then turned to look at Cheng Mo, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile.

Cheng Mo rubbed her head and carefully sensed the Qi within her body—

The flow of Qi was smooth, almost the same as when I left, with no significant changes.

He turned to look at Cheng Huihui: "Uncle-Master, haven't you been supervising Erzhuang's training much these past few days?"

Gao Erzhuang peeked out from Xia He's arms, his little face puffed out: "Senior brother, you're wronging me! I practice for a long time every day!"

Cheng Huihui put down his teacup and stroked his beard: "Erzhuang has been practicing very diligently, much more diligently than when Cheng Shouchu was learning. He practices for at least three hours every day."

Cheng Mo scratched his head: "Uh... then why haven't I seen any increase in Qi?"

Cheng Huihui was so angry she laughed: "You've only been gone a few days? In just a few days, forget about practicing martial arts, how many characters could a toddler recognize?"

Cheng Mo thought for a moment: "Uh... seventeen or eighteen?"

Cheng Huihui ignored him, rolled her eyes, and swung her tail to the side.

Xia He squatted down, took Er Zhuang's hand, and said gently, "Er Zhuang, don't feel wronged. Your senior brother is just putting himself in others' shoes. He thinks everyone is like him. We ordinary people shouldn't compare ourselves to monsters."

Cheng Mo opened his mouth, wanting to refute—I used you as a reference.

But after thinking about it, I still didn't say it.

He vaguely felt that this might still be a problem with the Qi field.

When he practiced with Xia He, the pink aura could influence those around them; even ordinary people like Wang Weiguo could feel the change. Other superhumans would probably be affected as well.

But when Erzhuang trains alone, without the support of that Qi field, his speed is at a normal level.

Cheng Mo walked over and ruffled Er Zhuang's hair: "Alright, Er Zhuang, your senior brother was wrong. How about I make you something delicious to apologize?"

Upon hearing the words "delicious," Gao Erzhuang's eyes lit up instantly. His attention was immediately diverted, and he clapped his hands, saying, "No need, senior brother, I'll cook today!"

Xia He looked at her in surprise: "Erzhuang can cook now?"

Cheng Huihui laughed so hard her mustache stood on end while sitting on the recliner: "Not only can I make it, it's also delicious!"

Xia He became interested: "Then I'll have to look forward to it."

Gao Erzhuang chuckled, his little hands behind his back, looking quite smug: "Hehe, no rush, sister, there's still plenty of time, let's play some games."

Xia He asked, "What game?"

"Hide and seek!" Gao Erzhuang jumped up. "This place is huge! There are so many places to hide!"

Xia He looked around—the valley was quite large, with woods, bushes, rocks, and rat holes of all sizes.

"Great! This place is so big, it's sure to be a lot of fun!"

A sly glint flashed in Gao Erzhuang's eyes, and he smirked, "Hehe, you come and find me, I'll hide."

Xia He didn't notice her little expression, readily agreed, turned around and leaned on the stone table next to her, starting to count: "1, 2, 3, 4..."

Gao Erzhuang immediately turned and ran, his short legs moving incredibly fast.

She ran to the edge of the open space, waved to the mice, and made a few "squeak squeak squeak" sounds.

The mice immediately emerged from the grass and crevices between the rocks. Dozens of them, big and small, followed Erzhuang, running like a small army.

Seeing this, Cheng Mo thought that Er Zhuang was asking Shu Shu to help her find a place to hide.

Cheng Huihui, however, was smiling meaningfully beside her, her tail wagging back and forth.

"...Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!" Xia He looked up, glancing left and right. "I've come to find you!"

She stood up and looked at Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo spread his hands, indicating that he didn't know.

Xia He smiled, closed her eyes, and began to use her senses to search for Er Zhuang's Qi in the valley.

Then she froze.

Everywhere you look, there is the aura of rats, in the forest, in the caves, underground, big and small, densely packed, like a net covering the entire valley.

However, apart from Cheng Mo and Cheng Huihui, she did not detect any other person's Qi aura.