"Nestle near ink and you turn black. With your character, I'd say you're becoming more and more like Matchmaker!" Niu Youdao pointed at her as he spoke, a note of reproach in his voice, though it was unclear what had displeased him.
Yun Ji said disdainfully, "You sure care about your image. You did too many rotten things and got struck by lightning—who can you blame? What a flaw!" She turned her head away and ignored him.
In truth, she was holding back laughter. She had never seen this man, who always had every stratagem in his grasp, in such a bedraggled state. She truly wanted the people of Thatched Cottage Manor to see what their Daoist Master looked like now.
Yuan Gang squatted by the water in silence. He understood Niu Youdao and knew Yun Ji had gotten one thing right: Daoist Master had always cared rather deeply about his image. Back then, his slicked-back hair had always been combed without a strand out of place. He loved bathing and cleanliness. When had he ever let himself become so filthy?
Given his own background, Yuan Gang actually found Niu Youdao's fussy habits rather irritating. He wasn't a woman, so why did he need to be so particular?
He and Yun Ji tacitly agreed not to mention it. Perhaps they also wanted Niu Youdao to get used to it.
Niu Youdao pointed at her. Fine, this woman's cultivation was too high, so he would not say more. Then he suddenly pointed at the squatting Yuan Gang. "And you! Why didn't you say anything when you saw me? What, I've become as red as you, and that makes you happy, does it?" With that, he kicked Yuan Gang squarely in the backside.
Splash! Caught off guard, Yuan Gang plunged into the