Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 4: Wu Ni of Shuiyue An

Speaking of it, Fulong Mountain is truly a marvelous place.

Sixteen li to the northeast is E'lang Village, with over thirty bandits taking advantage of the treacherous terrain of the mountain, they often plunder the official road of Fufeng Prefecture, never worrying about food and drink.

Sixty li due north is the lair of Menghu Village, with a large number of bandits, numbering in the hundreds, wreaking havoc on the four main roads of five small cities.

Seventeen li to the east is Shuiyue An, where the nuns are skilled in Buddhist rituals and many laymen and laywomen from the prefectural city come to offer incense, so there is no shortage of incense money.

Thirty li to the west is Qiugongge Mountain Courtyard. The "Confucian disciples" do not engage in production and are attached to refined pursuits, but they do not have vast wealth. Who dares to be so idle?

Bandits, academies, and nunneries coexist on the mountain, and everyone lives quite comfortably.

Only Fulong Village in the middle is like the finishing touch, impoverished and destitute, going hungry for three days and eight meals. When the head of the family died, everyone from all directions squeezed and mocked them together.

"Why don't I go to Shuiyue An and steal some food to bring back! You guys be on guard against a surprise attack from E'lang Village!" After thinking for a long time, Xin Zhuo made a decision.

The five bandits looked at each other, feeling surprised. He used "I" instead of "you guys".

Is this still the little head of the family who had a bad temper and looked down on bandits despite being one himself? It's like he's changed these past few days. It's one thing to generously reward them with secret manuals, but he has also become so fierce.

"Why don't we go together! We'll raid the nunnery, steal their damn food, and bring the nuns back to the village... uh, anyway, we're no longer what we used to be, let's rob them!" The third head of the family raised his arm and shouted.

This statement did not resonate with everyone, as the bandits had unpleasant images in their minds.

"I'd better go alone! A single person has a smaller target and is less likely to be discovered."

Xin Zhuo's attitude was resolute, and he didn't miss any opportunity to increase the loyalty of the bandits. "I said I would make you all experts. How can such a small matter bother you? You just need to make use of all your free time to improve your martial arts as quickly as possible. Even if I die, it will be worth it!"

Mainly because he himself was too hungry. In his "memory," when he was hungry as a child, he secretly went to Shuiyue An a few times. The martial nuns in the nunnery were not easy to get along with. If one person went, they might be able to eat their fill, but if a group went, they might be chased and killed, running all over the mountains.

"Ah, well..."

The expressions of the bandits were strange.

Especially the third head of the family, inexplicably wiping the corner of his eye, "This... sacrificing oneself for others, yes, that's the phrase, it's really touching."

"Big Gui, don't be like this. I'm willing to do anything for you guys. You misunderstood me before. I am the head of the family who is wholeheartedly devoted to the public and has no personal motives."

Xin Zhuo made a big promise and turned around and left.

Until Xin Zhuo disappeared outside the mountain gate, the expressions of the bandits suddenly changed.

Cui Ying'er took a few steps forward, full of doubts in her heart, "Have you noticed that this kid seems to have changed? He used to have a stern face, only sighing and scolding us for being rude. Now he not only divided the inheritance, but also became so responsible."

Han Qiniang pinched her chin, "Could it be... he's gone crazy?"

"Not necessarily. I think it's because the head of the family is no longer here. Zi Yue has changed! He's no longer the same kid with a bad temper. Sometimes men can mature overnight." The third head of the family stroked his beard, analyzing the situation as someone who had been through it.

"He had no choice. Once Fulong Village is gone, with his weak arms and legs, his fellow disciples won't recognize him and the government won't accept him. It would definitely be a place where he would die without a burial. It's reasonable for him to make a change."

"But this impulsive act, although not for his own sake, truly moves people a little."

"I hope the nuns of Shuiyue Temple notice and go easy on the beating!"

...

While running, Xin Zhuo was pleasantly surprised to find that the Lunar Serenity Well was fluctuating frequently.

Huang Da Gui's loyalty +10.

Bai Jianxi's loyalty +10.

Cui Ying'er's loyalty +10.

Han Qiniang's loyalty +10.

...

When the sun rose high in the treetops, Xin Zhuo arrived in the forest behind the back door of Shuiyue Temple, tightening the sack in his hand.

At first glance, this nunnery seemed no different from a monk's temple. The main hall had flying glazed tiles, and the side halls had glazed tiles flying as well. There was a yellow-painted wall surrounding the outside, with green bamboo and emerald cypresses swaying in the courtyard, accompanied by the sound of Buddhist chants.

The Zen atmosphere was present.

Shuiyue Temple was not among the three temples and five observatories of Fufeng Prefecture, nor was it an officially recognized temple involved in government espionage cases. The nuns in the temple were very pragmatic.

The most crucial point was that every now and then, they would come to Fulong Village with empty promises, urging everyone to put down their butcher knives and become enlightened, but secretly they would play tricks to drive away small animals.

So, stealing a little food from them to fill their stomachs carried no psychological burden.

Xin Zhuo carefully observed his surroundings, took out a piece of burlap to cover half of his face, and skillfully climbed over the wall, quietly making his way towards the kitchen from his memory.

The process went smoothly.

The kitchen was not big and empty, emitting the fragrance of noodles and soy products.

Steam was rising from a large steamer pot, and on a stone platform next to it, two plates of tender tofu were sprinkled with coarse salt.

Xin Zhuo's eyes lit up.

He rushed over and swallowed a whole piece of tofu in one bite. It was truly delicious. In his two lifetimes combined, he had never expected tofu to be so tasty.

Inside the steamer were white steamed buns and some vegetable buns. The steamed buns were soft and just the right texture, while the vegetable buns had a suitable level of saltiness.

One bite of the bun, one bite of tofu, and soon he was stuffed to the throat.

Xin Zhuo patted his stomach, untied the sack, and dumped the buns and tofu into it. Then he took some potatoes, pickled vegetables, and radishes from the nearby vegetable rack, estimating that it would be enough for the village to eat for two or three days, preparing to make his escape.

Turning around, I discovered that there were brushes, ink, and paper in the corner of the wall, seemingly used for purchasing and writing valve strips.

Feeling impulsive, I picked up the brush and wrote a few lines.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I started writing, I heard a noise behind me. Two beautiful young nuns in green robes appeared in front of the door, their mouths forming an "O" shape.

They came so suddenly!

My scalp tingled, and I blurted out, "Listen, daddy, no, sir... never mind, no need to explain!"

I lifted my foot and jumped out of the window next to me, heading straight for the courtyard wall.

"Intruder!"

"There's a strong person!"

Two screams pierced through the entire nunnery.

My heart raced, and I quickly climbed over the wall and headed towards the direction of the mountain stronghold.

As I ran, I looked back. No pursuers?

But before I could breathe a sigh of relief, a figure suddenly flashed out from behind a big tree in front of me. A nun in white robes with a monk's hat.

Another nun!

She was a nun in her twenties, with beautiful features and a large chest. She held a three-foot-long sword, and her white robes fluttered in the wind, displaying the demeanor of a skilled martial artist.

"Amitābha, I am Hui Xin from the martial hall of Shuiyue nunnery. This path is blocked!" The nun chanted a Buddhist mantra.

I stopped and quickly changed my mind. "Hey, nun, get out of the way!"

The nun looked indifferently at the bag on my shoulder and coldly said, "Who are you? Why are you hiding your head and showing your tail? Doing such things?"

"Is it any of your business?"

I looked around. The forest was so vast, with only one path. There was no way I could escape by running. So I made up my mind and blurted out, "Daddy doesn't change his name or surname. I am the second-in-command of the Hungry Wolf stronghold's cannon. If you have the guts, come to our stronghold and stop me!"

Indeed, the "cannon" was the second-in-command of the Hungry Wolf stronghold. I had heard of this person in my memory.

"It's you, you scum! Watch my sword!"

The nun obviously recognized this person and didn't waste any words. She gracefully swung her sword, displaying a beautiful sword flower, and swiftly attacked.

I didn't have time to dodge.

I was startled, instinctively drew out the Yanying Saber I brought for self-defense, and instinctively swung it, without any technique or pattern.

[A crude and cunning whirlwind saber technique like a dog!]

"Forgive me!"

Hui Xin, the nun, looked at my awkward and strange saber strike, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, with three parts disdain and seven parts mockery.

She was a member of the martial hall in the nunnery, practicing the Eight Brocade Wind-Cutting Sword Technique. Although she was only at the ninth rank, the person in front of her had an unstable stance and a crude saber technique full of flaws. He was clearly an unrefined thief.

It could be foreseen that with one move, her sword would fall from the opponent's hand, and his chest would be pierced, blood splattering, and he would fall to the ground.

"Bang!"

"Clang!"

The clash of swords produced a crisp sound.

The clear sword flew out of her hand, high in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

Hui Xin had an additional wound on her chest, revealing a white object, blood splattering, and she fell backward.

Our eyes met.

Both of us were stunned for a moment.

How did he do it?

How did I do it?

"You..."

Why am I the one lying on the ground?

Hui Xin struggled to prop herself up with her arm, her face filled with disbelief. She looked at the broken saber pressed against her chest, her head buzzing, and a huge wave surged in her heart.

The split-second exchange just now slowly replayed in her mind—

The opponent's originally flawed saber technique suddenly changed mysteriously. With an incredible angle, it swept away her sword, cleanly cutting through her chest. If she hadn't taken the opportunity to lie down, she might have died on the spot!

He clearly didn't have any refinement! How could he possess such a saber technique?

It seemed full of flaws, crude and unrefined, but it was actually experienced, cunning, ruthless, and unpredictable, and it had reached a state of mastery! Moreover, there was not even a trace of a martial arts technique supporting it!

"What kind of saber technique is this? Can you tell me? I will die without regrets!" Hui Xin asked with difficulty.

"This... a crude and cunning whirlwind saber technique!"

This damn name, I felt a bit embarrassed to say it out loud. Moreover, I suddenly won without any back and forth, without any sense of accomplishment.

I turned my head and looked towards the direction of Shuiyue nunnery. There was a commotion of voices, as if many people had arrived. I turned around and disappeared into the depths of the forest in the blink of an eye.

Hui Xin, the nun, was stunned for a long time and muttered to herself, "A crude and cunning whirlwind saber technique? Is it a self-proclaimed name or the actual name?"

(End of this chapter)