When away from home, beware of Daoist priests and monks.
When climbing mountains or crossing seas, steer clear of children and women.
These were supposedly unwritten rules passed around among cultivators: whenever you encountered someone whose background you did not know, or came across something unusual, do not join the excitement unless you had to. Otherwise, one day, misfortune might come for you.
Yet Wang Xian simply refused to believe in such superstitions.
Or perhaps it was because he was a Daoist himself that he had become fearless and unrestrained.
What Bao Xiaoqin had not expected was that when she bit down, she nearly shattered her silver teeth.
Furious, she cursed, "Do you think I'm interested in you? I only wanted to leave a mark on you, so that if we didn't meet for seven or eight years, I'd still recognize you!"
Wang Xian gently pushed away the woman's soft body, breathing in her fragrance with an intoxicated look on his face.
Then he smiled. "You're not my wife, so why leave a mark?"
Bao Xiaoqin rolled her eyes, finding the fellow before her utterly childish. She said irritably, "As if I'm lacking a mark? Tell me, is there any part of your body I haven't seen?"
Wang Xian was speechless. He had met quite a few women, but none as fierce as this one!
When she spoke, her tongue was sharper than a knife and her face thicker than a city wall.
Just as he was considering how to deal with her, he suddenly shouted, "Someone's coming!"
"Who are you trying to fool?"
Suppressing her laughter, the woman turned to look outside the courtyard, only to freeze in an instant.
Watching the fellow approach slowly with a food box in hand and a little tune on his lips, she