Chapter 125 — The Little Poison Lord of the Same Sect
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
" Snow Fox assented, and asked, "What is the young master going out to do?
" Without turning his head, Shen Mu said, "These people are too noisy.
If I don't beat them, I won't be able to sleep. " Snow Fox had no choice but to ride the wind and set the room in order. Just then a thunderous boom suddenly rang out, and she hurried to peer through the window lattice, only to see a scholar shoot skyward and then come plunging back down head over heels.
"Next," came Shen Mu's voice from beyond the room.
Thunder roared as if a bolt had exploded out of a clear sky. Snow Fox heard a whistling shriek, surely the sound of a body cutting through the air, yet she saw no flying man, only heard in the distance the crash of something heavy striking home. "Next," Shen Mu's voice came again.
Water surged and roared, great waves came pounding, frightful billows split the banks, and amid that booming flood a miserable scream rang out, then all fell still, and only Shen Mu's voice carried through: "Next.
" Snow Fox swiftly tidied the room, smoothed the bedding, made up the bed, and then drew the things out of the pack, thinking, "If I finish quickly enough, I can still go out and watch the fun! " Crashes came from outside, shaking heaven and earth, and screams rang out without cease.
By the time she had finished and ran eagerly out the door, she saw Shen Mu already walking in from the gateway, looking somewhat weary. "Young master, is it over?
" Snow Fox asked, a little disappointed. Shen Mu nodded, yawned, and said, "I'm sleepy. I'll go sleep a while first.
Don't go wandering about.
" Snow Fox nodded, poked her head out the door, and got such a fright: the paths of the Scholars' Lodge were strewn everywhere with scholars, some sprawled flat on their backs with limbs splayed, some draped over the neighboring wall, some hung from the trees head down and feet up, some embedded in walls off in the distance, some tumbled into the ditches beside the road, and some planted in the earth with only two legs left sticking out, twitching now and again.
Snow Fox stuck out her tongue and ran over, rummaging through the scholars, stripping from them their jade pendants, spirit pills, jade bracelets, hairpins and the like, and hauling it all back into the room. "Ling'er, what are you doing? " came Shen Mu's drowsy voice from within. Snow Fox said, with perfect righteousness, "The Dark-Tusked Demon Ape said it: win, plunder, that's the rule. " Shen Mu's snoring drifted out; he had probably not heard.
Snow Fox ran out again to fetch in the scholars' sword cases. One of the scholars woke and feebly raised a hand to seize his own case. Snow Fox spat out a whirlwind, which caught up the sword case and smashed it into the scholar's head.
His face came away smeared with blood, yet he stubbornly refused to faint.
Snow Fox struck him a few more times, and at last the scholar blacked out.
Snow Fox breathed a sigh of relief and carried the sword case into the courtyard on her wind. The scholar stealthily cracked one eye open, and only when he saw that the fox had gone far did he breathe easy. "Ah, awake again!
" Snow Fox caught sight of the open eye and cried out in surprise, and then the scholar saw a tornado lift a boulder the size of a small hill, poised to come smashing down on him, and he hastily fainted dead away. This time he truly was frightened unconscious. Snow Fox set down the boulder and went hopping and skipping along, plundering all the way, farther and farther off. Then in the distance a scholar woke, saw the fox stripping the treasures from the scholars, and frantically struggled to crawl away; Snow Fox spotted him and dragged him back to the Scholars' Lodge. The scholar howled piteously the whole way, then fell silent, knocked unconscious by the fox.
The estate of the Imperial Preceptor Jingping.