vstars Chapter 183 Eavesdropping
Chapter 183 Eavesdropping
Yang Silang initially felt something was off when he started talking.
After all, no groom would stay up late and tell stories to his almost naked bride.
In addition, Mo Xinlian was not well-behaved, twisting and turning in his arms, forcing him to almost bend over backwards. However, the woman's rich fragrance was so strong that it made him restless and unable to settle his mind.
Fortunately, as the story unfolded, he seemed to be drawn into it as well.
On one hand, he was the narrator, and on the other hand, he became an observer and appreciator, gradually becoming immersed in the story.
Even when they straightened Mo Xinlian's head to make her more upright because she was being dishonest, the woman did not resist.
So, as the story was told, all three of them listened intently.
Especially exciting scenes include the monkey learning skills in the dead of night, mastering the somersault cloud, obtaining a long weapon from the Dragon Palace, causing a ruckus at the Peach Banquet as the Keeper of the Heavenly Horses, fighting 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals alone on Flower Fruit Mountain, and the Buddha transforming the Five Finger Mountain into a palm.
Mo Xinlian listened intently.
However, this woman's sense of humor is indeed a beat slower than that of ordinary people.
Mo Xinlian only laughed out loud after the women on the roof had finished laughing.
However, Mo Xinlian is truly strong-willed. Even in such a life-or-death crisis, she still laughs with a pure and unpretentious joy.
It roughly tells the story of how the monkey was trapped under the Five Finger Mountain.
The eavesdropper on the roof of the cabin finally sighed and rode away on her demonic aura. She probably finally remembered that she still had to chase after a powerful enemy and couldn't stay here to continue listening to stories.
After she left.
Yang Silang paused.
"My lady, shall we get dressed?"
Mo Xinlian, however, was extremely dissatisfied and slapped his chest.
"My enemy is notoriously cunning; there's no guarantee she won't launch a surprise attack..."
"Go on."
Yang Silang strongly suspected that she was too lazy to get up and get dressed because she felt warm and comfortable in bed.
That's true. If two people are cuddling together for most of the night, wouldn't the blankets be warm? And cats love warmth, so once their little nest is warm, they absolutely don't want to move.
So Yang Silang continued talking, his mouth dry and throat parched.
He told the story several more times, until he got to the part where Wei Zheng dreamt of beheading the Dragon King and the wronged souls of the Jing River haunted the monarch. Then the sunlight shone in from outside the cabin, and before they knew it, a night had passed.
Yang Silang looked out of the cabin and laughed.
"My wife, do you think we should end this here?"
"In a little while, someone will call us to have breakfast."
Mo Xinlian nodded, somewhat reluctant.
"Alright, it's your decision... You'll help me heal my wounds during the day."
"You'll still be telling me this story in bed tonight."
The two agreed, then turned around, dressed, and got out of bed.
Yesterday, they embraced almost naked under the covers. At that time, their mortal enemies were on top of each other, so they didn't care about the embarrassment. Now that they were dressed, they both felt a little embarrassed.
Mo Xinlian clumsily tidied the bed and bedding, while Yang Silang strolled out of the cabin to see Daqing.
During the day.
Aside from meals, the two stayed in the cabin to recover.
Yang Silang instructed Wang Daniu to guard the cabin door and not to see anyone.
Wang Daniu wanted to advise his fourth brother that he still had exams to take, and although he was already a master, he should take it easy. After thinking it over, he swallowed his words and decided to observe for another day.
Fourth Brother has been holding back for so many years. Now that his new gun has drawn blood, he's bound to go on a killing spree. It's not too late to try to persuade him in a few days.
Inside the cabin.
Yang Silang and Mo Xinlian looked embarrassed.
Mo Xinlian asked very seriously.
"My lord, have you thought it through, even if it's just a small part of my injury?"
"If you get hurt, our situation will become even more difficult."
Yang Silang said with absolute certainty.
"I'm certain that your formidable enemy arrived last night."
"She searched everywhere but couldn't find her; there's no guarantee she won't turn back."
"You need to hurry up and recover your strength."
He silently added a sentence in his mind and then left as quickly as possible.
Mo Xinlian nodded.
"Alright, since you've made up your mind, relax..."
Yang and Mo entered a state of meditation.
The concentric rings circulated several times, drawing upon the essence, energy, spirit, yang, and yin within the two individuals and feeding back to them several times.
"Husband..." Mo Xinlian transmitted her voice through her soul, "Get ready, I'm going to share your injuries..."
Yang Silang nodded.
"Come on, go ahead."
Mo Xinlian put the white ring back again.
This time, the white ring was shrouded in a pungent, bloody aura.
The white ring entering her body not only released Mo Xinlian's immense magical power and blood, but also partially transmitted her injuries.
"Um……"
Yang Silang groaned, his whole body trembled violently, and blood flowed from his seven orifices.
At this moment, all he could say was, "It hurts so much!"
Inside his body, his internal organs felt as if they were about to be torn apart, his tendons and bones felt as if they were breaking inch by inch, his blood and qi surged backward, his true qi reversed, and even his soul in his Niwan Palace was disintegrating and collapsing, leaving only a seed of his true self, faintly glowing, so dim that it was about to go out.
Yang Silang gasped.
Well, this was only part of the damage, and it almost cost me my life.
He used all his borrowed essence and spirit to repair his body while silently chanting a mantra.
"Rejuvenation!"
The system's supernatural powers are activated.
Within the body, and from all the acupoints and cavities of the limbs, streams of pure energy immediately surged forth.
He had never been so badly injured before, and even when he used the Rejuvenation Divine Power, he had never seen so much energy surging from so many places, which showed that he was now seriously injured all over his body.
Its supernatural powers are indeed boundless.
As streams of energy continued to emerge.
The boiling blood and qi were calmed, the surging true qi quieted down, the broken bones and muscles were restored one by one, and even the seed of true self shone brightly.
Finally, gather your true spirit and essence anew upon it.
Wait until the entire supernatural power has been used.
He has recovered to a great extent, although he still has many injuries that have not healed, but they are no longer life-threatening.
Mo Xinlian, who had been observing Yang Silang through the concentric rings, was greatly surprised.
She observed with her spiritual sense that her cheap husband was shattered all over, like a piece of porcelain that had fallen to the ground, covered in cracks. He barely resembled a human being, and she could hardly bear to look at him. She felt that she had been reckless and must have injured too many people.
Unexpectedly, a mysterious and pure energy surged from the man's body. This energy contained the essence of heaven and earth, and it rapidly and irrationally repaired the man's injuries, restoring him to a near-complete recovery in the blink of an eye.
"This... could this be the legendary body without illness?" Mo Xinlian was very skeptical, thinking that the little grandmaster must have some extraordinary physique.
"I've struck gold!" Her eyes lit up. Perhaps she could really recover completely from her injuries within half a month.
At this moment, the white ring once again swept away all of Yang Silang's essence, energy, spirit, and primordial yang, and flew back into her body.
The whole day.
Aside from meals and a short rest at noon, the two spent the rest of their time healing their wounds.
Even meals were delivered by Wang Daniu; no outside guests were seen.
Fortunately, everyone knew that Scholar Yang was newly married and had just taken Xiao Xing as his concubine, so he was at his most eager for her. Since they were so deeply in love that they didn't even leave the cabin, no one dared to disturb them.
As for Zhou Mingxuan, he felt guilty for his immoral words and actions, which offended his friend's concubine. He felt deeply guilty and was still brooding in his cabin. Xiao Qi brought him food every day, and he was nowhere to be seen.
Yang and Mo practiced their martial arts inside the cabin until evening.
"My wife, how are you feeling?" Yang Silang asked with great concern, as he needed to know the extent of her recovery.
"Great..." Mo Xinlian said excitedly, "I originally estimated that it would take half a month to recover some of my combat strength, but now it seems that I should be completely recovered in half a month."
"We'll continue our practice tonight," she added, blushing. "Of course, we still need to rest when necessary."
Until late at night.
Yang Silang drank a bellyful of tea.
on the bed.
The quilt with mandarin ducks playing in the water was very eye-catching, and the atmosphere in the cabin was both awkward and ambiguous.
Mo Xinlian and Yang Silang sat at opposite ends of the bed, their four eyes staring at each other, neither of them saying a word.
It's time to go to sleep again.
If the two of them sleep in separate beds, their secret will be exposed if the other person comes along.
If we're going to sleep together, will we crawl under the covers or not?
If you get into bed, can you take off your clothes?
When a mortal enemy comes, they will most likely try to spy on you. If two people are dressed neatly and lying in bed, it's obvious that something is wrong.
Therefore, one lie requires countless lies to counter it, which often turns the tables on the other side.
The two were feeling awkward.
On the river, that familiar and immense demonic power returned.
This time, however, the demonic power did not disperse into dozens of streams scattered across the boats on the river; instead, it went straight for the top of the cabin.
When they were almost at the top of the cabin, they used the Concealing Breath Technique to eliminate all demonic energy fluctuations and landed quietly.
The two of them immediately went into action, like clockwork.
"Husband, Xing'er will help you change your clothes..." Mo Xinlian put on her acting skills perfectly.
Yang Silang was then stripped down to only a trousers and put into bed. There was no banquet for him tonight, and he stared wide-eyed at Mo Xinlian.
You can't just roll over and close your eyes, anyone would find that problematic.
Mo Xinlian let out a soft snort, seemingly dissatisfied.
Her body reacted quickly, her face flushed, and she glared at Yang Silang with a look that was both shy and bashful.
"My husband..."
She drawled out her words, almost in a coquettish tone, "You kept staring at me..."
Mo Xinlian leaned forward and blew out both candles.
The hazy moonlight shone in, and she perfectly portrayed the shy and timid nature of a concubine. She slowly took off her clothes, revealing her curves, and then neatly folded her clothes by the pillow before crawling in.
She communicated with her spirit, her voice flaring with anger.
"Keep looking! I'll gouge your eyes out if you look again!"
Yang Silang's spirit cried out that he was wronged.
However, while Mo Xinlian complained in spirit, her body was quite sensible, nestling in Yang Silang's arms like a little bird.
Yang Silang cooperated quite well, spreading his arms to pull the woman into his embrace. Their skin touched intimately, and both of them felt a surge of emotion.
"My lord, what about the story after Wei Zheng slew the Dragon King in his dream?" Mo Xinlian's voice had a sweet and moist quality.
She spoke through telepathy, her voice filled with malice.
"Husband, continue from yesterday's story, don't mention the chapters she hasn't heard before!"
"It'll infuriate her; she can't even hear a complete story."
Yang Silang was both amused and exasperated, and could only continue his sermon: wronged spirits enter dreams to blame the emperor, and fierce generals wield weapons to serve as door gods.
In an instant.
Inside the cabin, only his voice could be heard telling stories.
This time, he only talked for half the night, until Tang Sanzang was named the Imperial Brother and appointed as the Grand Master of the Monks to go to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures. After experiencing a series of tribulations, he passed by the Five Finger Mountain and was about to meet Sun Wukong.
Mo Xinlian suddenly let out a big yawn.
"My husband, I stayed up all night with you yesterday."
That's all for today.
"Let's rest. You're going to the capital for the imperial examination, so you can't ruin your health."
"It's too late tonight, Xing'er can't serve you anymore."
Through telepathic communication, Mo Xinlian displayed a completely different attitude.
"Ah...we're finally going to meet."
"I really want to hear it..."
"But that bitch must want it ten or a hundred times more than I do!"
"Hmph, I'm not going to let her hear that."
"Husband, could you tell me just a little bit more quietly? Just a little bit, okay? You can just secretly tell me using telepathy."