Chapter 35: This is a dagger drenched in poison.
As the protagonists left one after another, the crowd gradually dispersed. Fang Bie and Xue Ling didn't linger for long, choosing instead to quietly follow the monks from a distance.
Xue Ling and Fang Bie had witnessed the earlier clash between Ningxia and the old monk, who was now almost certainly the Venerable Monk Kongwu. They had simply been watching the action and hadn't intervened. However, despite this, Ningxia wasn't the only one who saw the action. The sheer skill of the Venerable Monk Kongwu truly frightened Xue Ling.
After all, laymen watch the action, while experts see the essence.
Most people simply watched the two people's excitement, but Xue Ling knew full well that when Ningxia pretended to grasp the Venerable Monk Kongwu's wrist, she had already inserted a silver needle between her fingers, intending to pierce the monk.
Such force was far greater than that of a needle fired from a distance, but the needle tip was effectively bent by the Venerable Monk's skin, failing to even penetrate the surface. This was truly chilling.
After all, if you think about it, if even a needle can't penetrate this old monk, then it would be like hitting a rock with an egg if an ordinary hidden weapon could penetrate him.
Xue Ling even suspected that even the thunder hidden weapon that Fang Bie had used to kill the red fox might not be able to break the old monk's defense.
This level of cultivation is not only horrifying, but also unbelievable.
No wonder his father said to him when he was still alive that when martial arts are cultivated to the extreme, it is almost like the means of an immortal.
Xue Ling didn't know whether Kong Wu could be considered an immortal's means at the moment, but it made Xue Ling deeply understand what kind of means the legendary first-class warriors had.
No wonder he was the target of assassination by only the Hive Assassins of the Golden Bee and Silver Bee level.
"By the way, stretch out your hand."
Fang Bie suddenly turned around and said to Xue Ling as the two were walking.
Xue Ling was stunned for a moment, but still stretched out his hand obediently.
Fang Bie took out a silver needle and stabbed it into Xue Ling's palm. The girl was startled and quickly retracted her hand: "Fang Bie, what are you doing!"
After a closer look, she found that Fang Bie was holding the legendary Hanpo Silver Needle.
"Test the strength of my gold-threaded gloves." Fang Bie said seriously.
"If you pierce through me, I will be poisoned." Xue Ling, of course, refused.
"Don't worry, you won't be poisoned, and you won't pierce through. If you don't believe me, I'll tell you a story. The name of the story is called "My Dagger is Covered with Poison." Fang Bie said with a smile, and then he pulled Xue Ling's hand out without saying anything and stabbed it hard.
Xue Ling didn't feel the sting on her palm.
But no one would like this kind of boy, okay.
Xue Ling pulled her hand out of Fang Bie's hand: "Don't do it without my permission, okay."
The girl was a little angry. After all, would you be unhappy if someone stabbed you casually?
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll tell you a story to calm you down."
Fang Bie then began to tell a story about a chosen hero who went to defeat the demon king and rescue the princess, only to encounter a thief skilled in poison along the way.
"Thief?" Xue Ling asked curiously at the mention of this profession.
"An assassin," Fang Bie said succinctly.
He then went on to vividly describe how the thief boasted about his poison, claiming it was deadly and instantly fatal, and how he had even coated his beloved, sharpest dagger with it.
"Sounds like the story of Jing Ke assassinating the Emperor of Qin," Xue Ling remarked.
"You're still carrying your hairy legs on your shoulders," Fang Bie said disdainfully, "Don't interrupt me while I'm listening."
So Xue Ling continued to listen intently.
Hmm a little bit of her anger subsided.
She didn't know why, and she didn't know why she was so easy to coax.
Was it because Fang Bie was so good-looking?
Or was she really just that easy to coax?
And Xue Ling really wanted to know what happened next.
What would happen if a brave warrior, on his way to defeat the Demon King, encountered an assassin skilled in poison?
"That assassin was a particularly flirtatious one," Fang Bie described to Xue Ling. "Well, flirtatious, not like the one we met today from the Western Regions. That's called sexy. What does sexy mean? Don't ask so many questions, okay? Anyway, the brave warriors were quickly frightened by this assassin."
"So, the assassin was very proud of himself,"
Fang Bie said, pulling out the fish-slaying dagger he'd borrowed from the red fox. Looking at Xue Ling, he stuck out his tongue and said seductively, "This dagger is coated in poison."
Meanwhile, Fang Bie licked the dagger with his perky tongue.
Xue Ling couldn't help but burst into laughter, disregarding her appearance.
"Hahahahahaha, that's hilarious! How could there be such a foolish assassin?"
Fang Bie sheathed the dagger and looked at the laughing girl. Hmm, she was really pretty.
And a very cute one.
Of course, Fang Bie's dagger wasn't poisonous.
"There are still assassins this stupid in this world," Fang Bie said, then looked at Xue Ling. "Now, you're not angry anymore, are you?"
Xue Ling bit her lip to stifle her laughter.
Of course she wasn't angry anymore; how could she be angry when someone else was making her laugh?
"Fang Bie," Xue Ling said, pursing her lips. "I didn't expect you could make a girl laugh so well."
"I'm not really a teaser?" Fang Bie said seriously. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be a celibate magician in my twenties?"
Xue Ling had grown accustomed to Fang Bie's occasional half-understood remarks.
But the more familiar they became, the more different Fang Bie felt.
Well, that feeling alone was wonderful.
Especially Fang Bie, if nothing else, gave her an overwhelming sense of security.
"Where are we going now?"
It was then that Xue Ling realized they were already outside the city.
They had been following Monk Kong Wu all the way out, but once Fang Bie started telling her a story, she'd lost track of directions. By the time she came to her senses, she'd already reached the city's edge.
"Go where we should go?"
Fang Bie said.
"What is the place we should go?" Xue Ling was completely confused.
"What is our mission?" Fang Bie asked.
"To track down the monk Kongwu and keep track of his movements." Xue Ling nodded.
Without this basic quality, how could she be a bee wing?
Although she has been supported by Fang Bie, the bee sting, recently, she has basically forgotten the mission of the bee wing.
But Xue Ling still has her own dignity.
"We have waited for the monk Kongwu, right?" Fang Bie continued to ask.
Xue Ling could only nod: "We have waited for him, and then shouldn't we track him?"
"But we have lost him now?" Fang Bie asked.
Xue Ling was furious: "That's all because of your storytelling!"
(End of this chapter)