1 Is Very Noisy

Chapter 1: 1. Very Noisy

Spring day, fragrance drifts over distant mountains.

There is wind in the distant mountains.

On the eaves, the wind chimes are very noisy.

Ning Xuan was lying on a pair of fair, long legs.

Sixteen years had passed since his transmigration. From infant to youth, everything from before was already like a dream of the past.

Now, he let out a yawn.

The owner of the fair, long legs took the opportunity to place a peeled grape into his mouth, accompanied by a soft, sticky laugh that was even noisier than the wind chimes.

"Young Master, the Western Regions Spirit Pearl. They say it took three rounds of the Thousand Mile Horse to pick it early and deliver it late. After it arrived in our county, it was sealed in an ice cellar for a night. This morning, before dawn, the eldest daughter of the Wealthy Merchant Guild personally delivered it, hee hee."

Abba.

Ababa.

Ning Xuan swallowed the Western Regions Spirit Pearl in one gulp. The grape burst in his mouth, its juice splashing and stimulating his taste buds.

His vision was hazy, and the distant mountains blurred along with it.

He opened his mouth, continuing to wait for grapes.

Who wouldn't spoil him? He was Old Master Ning's only son.

In Star River County, who didn't know that "the county magistrate comes and goes like flowing water, but Old Master Ning is as steadfast as iron"?

Many people knew that Old Master Ning had connections everywhere. Perhaps he was tired of the hustle and bustle, or perhaps for other reasons, he chose Star River County to retire in. Unexpectedly, in his old age, he had a son, and an only son at that, so naturally, he doted on him to the heavens.

Unfortunately, Ning Xuan was this only son.

For these sixteen years, he had lived in luxury, never lacking beautiful women.

If he wanted to learn martial arts, the sect's Martial Master was the famous "Chasing Wind Swallow Blade" Zhang Erquan. If he wanted to study, the sect opened a private school, and the old teacher was the renowned scholar He Jinzhu, who had resigned from his official post.

In Star River County, any family with some standing was thinking of marrying their daughter to him.

The eldest daughter of the Wealthy Merchant Guild was one such person.

But Ning Xuan never chose, not even if he had feelings for someone.

Over these sixteen years, he had confirmed that he didn't have a cheat or golden finger. He also understood that the height he could reach through studying in this life was not as good as simply lying down and waiting for his father's arrangements.

His smartest move was not to act presumptuously and mess around blindly. It was not to think he was very capable. It was not to have grand ambitions of achieving great things. He just needed to follow his father's arrangements.

He was not rebellious.

He was just waiting for his father's arrangements.

Therefore, even when it came to marriage, he would wait for his father's arrangements.

Seeing that dusk had fallen, Ning Xuan turned and scooped up the owner of the fair, long legs from behind him. He used his most familiar, delicate maid and said, "I'm tired."

The maid giggled, pushing and shoving, kicking her long legs, and playfully struggling, shouting, "Nooo."

Ning Xuan initially found such feigned resistance novel, but now he was numb to it. He hugged this "hug pillow" and went to sleep.

Ning Xuan didn't know how long he slept.

Dazed, he woke up.

Before opening his eyes, he suddenly felt his left arm was empty.

Normally, the delicate little maid would be resting on his left arm.

The little maid loved to rest on his left arm, clinging to him like a cicada, like a little bird.

She was petite and delicate, her body very light. Even pressing on his left arm didn't feel like a burden. The warm, fragrant, soft, and sticky feeling, the meticulous care, and her discerning insight were her skills.

These skills had allowed her to stay by the young master Ning's side for a full two years, irreplaceable by anyone.

Therefore, she would absolutely not let the young master wake up in the middle of the night to find her gone.

The little maid's name was Xiao Jie.

Seeing his left arm empty, Ning Xuan subconsciously called out the maid's name: "Xiao Jie!"

No response.

He then raised his voice and shouted, "Xiao Jie!!"

This time, there was a response.

It was the sound of the wind.

It was the sound of the wind outside the door.

The wind pushed open the door, but suddenly lost its force, and the opened door slammed shut again with a "clack."

Clack, clack, clack.

The door creaked continuously, accompanied by the intermittent sound of pine forests rustling outside the window, creating a chilling atmosphere.

Ning Xuan's eyes snapped open.

He was surprised to find the entire room bathed in an indescribable gray, while outside was an indescribable dead silence, the kind where there are sounds, yet they only deepen the quiet.

This was Ning Xuan's private manor. He had come here to admire the flowers. He had arrived that afternoon, and the manor had arranged many dancers and musicians for him, but he found it tiring and postponed them all until tomorrow.

It shouldn't be this silent.

Thus, Ning Xuan sat up and walked outside.

He passed through the inner courtyard, but the manor guards who should have been on duty were nowhere to be found.

He looked left and right again, but the guards patrolling with lanterns were also gone.

Although Ning Xuan was slacking off, he wasn't stupid. He pinched himself hard, and a clear pain shot through him.

Am I dreaming? Did bandits attack?

The Ning Family Manor was guarded by experts, and the guards were well-trained. Ning Xuan knew they had killed people just by looking at their eyes. His father could hire a group of killers to guard an empty manor in the mountains, which clearly indicated considerable influence.

Under such circumstances, it was unlikely that local bandits could have killed everyone so silently.

Moreover, he hadn't smelled any blood.

It probably wasn't bandits. Then what's going on?

Ning Xuan thought, but his actions didn't slow. Although he was somewhat frightened, he made a decision: he couldn't go back to his room. He needed to find a place to hide himself until morning.

At this moment, he looked up at the sky again.

The moon.

It was black.

He shivered, took a quick breath, and hurried towards the side courtyard. He remembered there was a decorative rockery there. The rockery was deep and could provide a hiding place.

A moment later, Ning Xuan was hidden.

He clenched his fists, suppressed his heartbeat, slowed his breathing, and began to wait quietly for dawn.

He felt sweat trickling down his back in large drops.

Having been pampered for so long, he hadn't encountered danger that he had to face himself in a long time.

Fortunately, he waited until the sunlight.

But his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Something was wrong!

The sunlight was white.

Ghastly white!

The pale sunlight shone on the rockery, making him feel as if he had suddenly jumped into a "black and white television from before my transmigration."

And in that moment of daze, he felt something watching him.

He mechanically turned his head slowly, time seeming to press the slow-motion button. He met a pair of blood-red eyes.

Immediately after, a fierce wind swept towards him.

He felt a strong impact and a tearing, excruciating pain in his chest.

The rockery shattered.

He shattered too.

He lay on the ground amidst the broken rockery stones.

He struggled to turn his head, trying to get a clear look at what had attacked him.

Then, he saw a black bear, a bear with fur like steel needles, a head as big as a bushel basket, and ears like tattered sails.

When the black bear saw him look, its mouth split open, revealing a human-like, mocking smile and a row of dense, sharp teeth.

"It's been a long time since I ate a human."

The black bear actually spoke in a strange human voice, then grabbed him and began to gnaw on him from his feet, bite by bite, down to his calves, thighs, and waist. Every time he fainted, the black bear would shake him awake.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!"

Ning Xuan let out an unimaginable scream.

He suddenly sat up, gasping for breath. His terrified eyes scanned his surroundings, but he only saw the gauze curtains hanging quietly, the walls reflecting the moonlight.

This was his room.

"So... it was a nightmare. Fortunately, it was just a nightmare."

He raised his hand to wipe his sweat, only to find himself drenched. He casually said, "Xiao Jie, pour me some honey water."

But there was no response.

Ning Xuan suddenly turned his head.

The room was gray, the moon was black, and a wind blew from the distant mountains, hitting the door and making a harsh "pat-pat" sound.