Cheng Mo has never seen such a quick and accurate hidden weapon technique, such that it forced him to dodge without being able to counterattack. He saw that Zi Xiao had already pulled his sword out of the sheath, Ding Ding Dang Dang, striking the darts to the ground, while attacking the man who used the hidden weapon without any avoidance. [tl: weird sentence, Zi Xiao is basically running at the man while deflecting the darts.]
Cheng Mo was shocked, and saw a dart slice across Zi Xiao’s shoulder, and Zi Xiao’s person had already landed on the treetop, and thrust the sword shallowly into the chest of the man on the tree. The man quickly turned over and fell from the tree, quickly withdrawing. Cheng Mo was about to chase, but he saw Zi Xiao also jumped from the tree, and stood still. He was a little worried. He stopped and asked, “Zi Xiao?”
Zi Xiao looked at him and said calmly, “It’s poisoned.”
Cheng Mo immediately turned to him, “The darts are poisoned?”
Zi Xiao nodded and moved the sword from his right hand to his left.
Cheng Mo ripped open his clothes at the shoulders, and saw that the wound was deep and oozed dark blood, so he said, “You sit down.”
Zi Xiao sat down on the ground.
Cheng Mo knelt at his side, buried his head and pressed his lips to his shoulder, sucked out a mouthful of poisoned blood, then spit it out sideways.
Cheng Mo’s tongue slid across Zi Xiao’s wound, bringing a soft and ticklish feeling. Zi Xiao turned his head to look at Cheng Mo and saw his lips were stained with blood and were bright red in color.
“What?” Cheng Mo asked.
Zi Xiao didn’t respond, only turning his head back coldly.
Cheng Mo sucked out a few mouthfuls of poisonous blood and was relieved to see that the blood from Zi Xiao’s wounds had turned bright red. At that moment, he heard the sound of Xue Cai’er’s running footsteps in the woods, and Cheng Mo ignored them, burying his head with the intention of sucking out one more mouthful of blood. He had just sucked the blood into his mouth and hadn’t had time to spit it out, but he was unexpectedly slapped on the shoulder by Xue Cai’er, who had hurried over, “Hey!”
Cheng Mo choked from the slap, and actually swallowed all the blood left in his mouth. In a split second, Cheng Mo’s face suddenly turned pale, and he fell backwards to sit on the ground, both of his eyes disoriented.
“Big Brother Cheng? What’s wrong?” Xue Cai’er was shocked.
Cheng Mo’s face was still pale, and even his hands were trembling slightly.
Zi Xiao saw this and reached out to grab his arm, “Cheng Mo?”
But unexpectedly Cheng Mo reacted greatly, shrugging off Zixiao’s hand and saying, “Don’t touch me!”
Zi Xiao also showed a puzzled expression and called out again: “Cheng Mo?”
Cheng Mo stood up and took a few steps backwards, then looked at Zixiao with a pale face, then avoided his sight in fear and said, “I’ll go back first…” He then turned back and stumbled in the direction from which he came.
Xue Cai’er was a bit dumbfounded. Cheng Mo has always acted calmly and steadily, where has she seen such a panicked look? She was standing in a daze: “What’s wrong with Big Brother Cheng?”
Without saying a word, Zi Xiao put his sword back into its sheath, then strode back towards the mountain village as well.
When Cheng Mo returned to the guest room, he fastened the door with the wooden latch, but he still felt cold and trembled as he sat on the edge of the bed.
He kept consoling himself that there must be a way out, but in his mind the words Old Man Qingsong had once said kept repeating over and over: “For the rest of your life, there’s no cure.” He thinks, no way, there is still other ways, as long as he does not see Zi Xiao in the future… But this is Zi Xiao, a friend of life and death. Unless he decides to withdraw from Jianghu, how could he never see Zi Xiao again?
Perhaps… He could only ruin his Jieyang martial arts? Master couldn’t bear to lose his martial skill, thus he said that there was no cure, so what if he (CM) was willing to give up his own martial arts.
[tl: It might be a little confusing, but what Cheng Mo is saying is that since Old Man Qingsong was unwilling to ruin his own Jieyang martial arts, Old Man Qingsong said there was no cure. Cheng Mo thinks, since Old Man Qingsong hasn’t tried it, ruining his own martial arts might cure him.]
There’s still half a month to go before the Wulin Conference, wouldn’t ruining his martial skill be disregarding the Wulin Alliance and the Central Plains Jianghu? [tl: original phrase was 中原江湖]
No way, this cannot be! Cheng Mo thought, there definitely must be some other way.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door.
“Who?” It was only when Cheng Mo asked the question that he realized his voice was unsteady.
“It’s me.” Zi Xiao’s indifferent voice came from outside the door.
As soon as he heard Zixiao’s voice, Cheng Mo subconsciously wanted to retreat. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and said, “I’m going to sleep. If there’s something, let’s talk tomorrow.”
There was a moment of silence outside the door, then a clicking sound. Zi Xiao actually broke the door bolt with his hand.
Cheng Mo watched Zi Xiao walk in, he resisted the urge to hide and sat on the edge of the bed, and asked, “Is there something else?” [tl: for some reason, the character for bed (床) is not written. Instead, in the raws I’m using, its written as “chuáng”. I’m assuming the word is bed.]
Zi Xiao walked in front of Cheng Mo, and looked down at him.
Because he was too close, Cheng Mo could smell the scent of Zi Xiao’s body, which was the residual scent from burning incense and Zi Xiao’s own unique smell.
Cheng Mo heard his own fierce heartbeat, his blood quickly swam all over his body, flowing to only two places, one to his cheeks and the other between his legs.
It was summer, and his clothes were thin, so Cheng Mo knew that if he got hard, it would be discovered by Zi Xiao. So he backed away from the body and curled his legs up on the side of the bed.
He only wanted to hide his physical embarrassment, but he didn’t expect that this situation also looked completely weird. Zi Xiao coldly watched his every move and asked,” Cheng Mo, what’s wrong with you?”
Cheng Mo was short of breath, both cheeks were red, curling up his legs and leaning back, not daring to look at Zi Xiao. He only lowered his head and said, “You quickly leave.”
I thought it would be easier to leave clarifying notes directly in the text instead of trying to figure out how to use footnotes.
Cheng Mo has never seen such a quick and accurate hidden weapon technique, such that it forced him to dodge without being able to counterattack. He saw that Zi Xiao had already pulled his sword out of the sheath, Ding Ding Dang Dang, striking the darts to the ground, while attacking the man who used the hidden weapon without any avoidance. [tl: weird sentence, Zi Xiao is basically running at the man while deflecting the darts.]
Cheng Mo was shocked, and saw a dart slice across Zi Xiao’s shoulder, and Zi Xiao’s person had already landed on the treetop, and thrust the sword shallowly into the chest of the man on the tree. The man quickly turned over and fell from the tree, quickly withdrawing. Cheng Mo was about to chase, but he saw Zi Xiao also jumped from the tree, and stood still. He was a little worried. He stopped and asked, “Zi Xiao?”
Zi Xiao looked at him and said calmly, “It’s poisoned.”
Cheng Mo immediately turned to him, “The darts are poisoned?”
Zi Xiao nodded and moved the sword from his right hand to his left.
Cheng Mo ripped open his clothes at the shoulders, and saw that the wound was deep and oozed dark blood, so he said, “You sit down.”
Zi Xiao sat down on the ground.
Cheng Mo knelt at his side, buried his head and pressed his lips to his shoulder, sucked out a mouthful of poisoned blood, then spit it out sideways.
Cheng Mo’s tongue slid across Zi Xiao’s wound, bringing a soft and ticklish feeling. Zi Xiao turned his head to look at Cheng Mo and saw his lips were stained with blood and were bright red in color.
“What?” Cheng Mo asked.
Zi Xiao didn’t respond, only turning his head back coldly.
Cheng Mo sucked out a few mouthfuls of poisonous blood and was relieved to see that the blood from Zi Xiao’s wounds had turned bright red. At that moment, he heard the sound of Xue Cai’er’s running footsteps in the woods, and Cheng Mo ignored them, burying his head with the intention of sucking out one more mouthful of blood. He had just sucked the blood into his mouth and hadn’t had time to spit it out, but he was unexpectedly slapped on the shoulder by Xue Cai’er, who had hurried over, “Hey!”
Cheng Mo choked from the slap, and actually swallowed all the blood left in his mouth. In a split second, Cheng Mo’s face suddenly turned pale, and he fell backwards to sit on the ground, both of his eyes disoriented.
“Big Brother Cheng? What’s wrong?” Xue Cai’er was shocked.
Cheng Mo’s face was still pale, and even his hands were trembling slightly.
Zi Xiao saw this and reached out to grab his arm, “Cheng Mo?”
But unexpectedly Cheng Mo reacted greatly, shrugging off Zixiao’s hand and saying, “Don’t touch me!”
Zi Xiao also showed a puzzled expression and called out again: “Cheng Mo?”
Cheng Mo stood up and took a few steps backwards, then looked at Zixiao with a pale face, then avoided his sight in fear and said, “I’ll go back first…” He then turned back and stumbled in the direction from which he came.
Xue Cai’er was a bit dumbfounded. Cheng Mo has always acted calmly and steadily, where has she seen such a panicked look? She was standing in a daze: “What’s wrong with Big Brother Cheng?”
Without saying a word, Zi Xiao put his sword back into its sheath, then strode back towards the mountain village as well.
When Cheng Mo returned to the guest room, he fastened the door with the wooden latch, but he still felt cold and trembled as he sat on the edge of the bed.
He kept consoling himself that there must be a way out, but in his mind the words Old Man Qingsong had once said kept repeating over and over: “For the rest of your life, there’s no cure.” He thinks, no way, there is still other ways, as long as he does not see Zi Xiao in the future… But this is Zi Xiao, a friend of life and death. Unless he decides to withdraw from Jianghu, how could he never see Zi Xiao again?
Perhaps… He could only ruin his Jieyang martial arts? Master couldn’t bear to lose his martial skill, thus he said that there was no cure, so what if he (CM) was willing to give up his own martial arts.
[tl: It might be a little confusing, but what Cheng Mo is saying is that since Old Man Qingsong was unwilling to ruin his own Jieyang martial arts, Old Man Qingsong said there was no cure. Cheng Mo thinks, since Old Man Qingsong hasn’t tried it, ruining his own martial arts might cure him.]
There’s still half a month to go before the Wulin Conference, wouldn’t ruining his martial skill be disregarding the Wulin Alliance and the Central Plains Jianghu? [tl: original phrase was 中原江湖]
No way, this cannot be! Cheng Mo thought, there definitely must be some other way.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door.
“Who?” It was only when Cheng Mo asked the question that he realized his voice was unsteady.
“It’s me.” Zi Xiao’s indifferent voice came from outside the door.
As soon as he heard Zixiao’s voice, Cheng Mo subconsciously wanted to retreat. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and said, “I’m going to sleep. If there’s something, let’s talk tomorrow.”
There was a moment of silence outside the door, then a clicking sound. Zi Xiao actually broke the door bolt with his hand.
Cheng Mo watched Zi Xiao walk in, he resisted the urge to hide and sat on the edge of the bed, and asked, “Is there something else?” [tl: for some reason, the character for bed (床) is not written. Instead, in the raws I’m using, its written as “chuáng”. I’m assuming the word is bed.]
Zi Xiao walked in front of Cheng Mo, and looked down at him.
Because he was too close, Cheng Mo could smell the scent of Zi Xiao’s body, which was the residual scent from burning incense and Zi Xiao’s own unique smell.
Cheng Mo heard his own fierce heartbeat, his blood quickly swam all over his body, flowing to only two places, one to his cheeks and the other between his legs.
It was summer, and his clothes were thin, so Cheng Mo knew that if he got hard, it would be discovered by Zi Xiao. So he backed away from the body and curled his legs up on the side of the bed.
He only wanted to hide his physical embarrassment, but he didn’t expect that this situation also looked completely weird. Zi Xiao coldly watched his every move and asked,” Cheng Mo, what’s wrong with you?”
Cheng Mo was short of breath, both cheeks were red, curling up his legs and leaning back, not daring to look at Zi Xiao. He only lowered his head and said, “You quickly leave.”
I thought it would be easier to leave clarifying notes directly in the text instead of trying to figure out how to use footnotes.
