Cursed Saber Technique

Murong Brothers was not two people, nor three people, but one person.

This buddy lying there like a corpse was named "Murong Brothers."

In his own words, he had been an only child growing up. He envied families with elder brothers and younger brothers, so he explained why to his old man. His old man then changed his name to "Murong Brothers."

So even though Murong Brothers had no brothers, he had brothers everywhere.

Whenever he went out, anyone who knew him called him Murong Brothers. Even his father and mother, even his lover, called him Murong Brothers.

He liked the name very much too.

For a moment, Duan Yun felt that Murong Brothers and his father were both absolute geniuses.

He had never heard such a strange name.

Yes, names like Murong Fu, Murong Yunhai, or even Hey did not sound as strange as Murong Brothers.

But that also showed, from another angle, that he was quite an interesting person.

Thinking that this really was the other man's manor, and that as a young hero he neither stole, robbed, nor freeloaded, Duan Yun picked up some paper and patched up the remaining windows.

As he patched them, he asked, "Murong Brothers, how do you charge rent here?"

Murong Brothers lay there and said, "That wine of yours is Shopkeeper Li's aged yellow wine from West Street. Though it's been watered down, it can still quench thirst. And that roast duck came from Old Chen's roast meat shop. Their roast duck and crispy pork belly are both quite good."

Duan Yun frowned. "You mean a meal is enough?"

"That's what I mean."

Duan Yun thought for a moment and asked, "Then how long can this meal cover?"

"Stay as long as you want. You've probably seen it already—my manor is huge, and there are plenty of rooms. I could give you a few rooms if you like." Murong Brothers sounded rather proud as he said this.

Duan Yun thought that the man was offering houses as casually as gifts, so he could not be too stingy. "All right, then. Come out and eat with me?"

But the man said, "Trouble Brother Duan to bring the wine and meat over. I just want to eat lying down."

Duan Yun said in surprise, "You can't even be bothered to move for a meal?"

Murong Brothers answered, "If I weren't lazy, how could Jade Pearl Manor have become this poor?"

For a moment, Duan Yun found himself speechless.

He took out the wine and meat and gave half to the other man.

Only then was Murong Brothers willing to emerge from the straw mat.

It was completely dark already, and Duan Yun had not prepared any lamps. Thus, in the pitch-black room, two people who had only just met ate together, the atmosphere fresh and harmonious.

One was a young hero who would never freeload, while the other was a lazy man too indolent to fuss over anything.

This was Duan Yun's first time seeing someone so lazy.

For Murong Brothers did not merely drink and eat while lying down. He was even unwilling to use his hand to lift the wine cup and feed himself.

He lay there with the wine cup resting on his chest. When he sucked in with his mouth, the wine flew into it with a swish, leaving him looking as though the flavor lingered endlessly.

Good heavens, he was a master too.

Duan Yun was not overly surprised, though. While he had never tried drinking like that, he was, after all, a cultivation prodigy one in ten thousand. He believed that as long as he was willing to learn, he could definitely do it.

Though Murong Brothers was very lazy, he ate very quickly.

A plump roast duck leg went into his mouth, and after only a few exchanges, all that remained was a bare, gleaming skeleton. It was easier than stripping the clothes off a girl in a brothel.

Watching him eat like that, Duan Yun could not help saying, "You're eating so fast, it's like I'm going to fight you for it."

In truth, he was already hurrying to eat, but he simply could not out-eat the other man.

Murong Brothers took a sip of wine and sighed. "If you hadn't eaten for a month, you'd definitely eat even faster than me."

"How long?" Duan Yun asked in confusion.

"A month. I was too lazy to get out of bed and find food. When I was thirsty, I drank a little rainwater. Actually, not eating has its benefits," Murong Brothers explained.

"What benefits?" Duan Yun muttered.

Surely he did not mean starving to death and ascending to heaven as an immortal?

"If you eat less, you shit less. Then you can lie down longer."

Duan Yun could not help exclaiming, "You really are a genius!"

As Duan Yun drank, he could not help speaking his mind.

Anyone whom a peerless genius like "Old Devil Duan" called a genius had to be a genius indeed.

In the matter of laziness, Murong Brothers truly stood alone, so far ahead that Duan Yun could not even glimpse the back of his neck.

After drinking the wine and eating the meat, a little color gradually returned to Murong Brothers' paper-pale face.

Thus, the man lying in the straw mat changed from a "corpse" with a pale face into a "corpse" with slightly better color.

The former had been dead for some time; the latter was the kind that could still be taken while hot.

It had to be said, from here, Murong Brothers looked fairly decent.

If someone Duan Yun, who was handsome himself, thought looked fairly decent, then he had to be quite good-looking.

If Duan Yun's appearance carried a little of Cheng Wu's youthful air, then Murong Brothers bore a few traces of Dehua.

Duan Yun could not help asking curiously, "Murong Brothers, does being this lazy feel good?"

Murong Brothers' eyes grew somewhat emptier, like a dried-up well. "Actually, it doesn't feel that good."

"Hm?"

"Actually, I was only trying to starve myself to death. The longest I lasted was two months, but then I suddenly wanted stone-grilled fish, so I went and ate a meal of grilled fish. Afterward, I thought it over and figured there was probably nothing left worth clinging to. Then you came today."

As he spoke, Duan Yun truly saw the will to die in his eyes. He seemed to have suddenly changed from a person back into a "corpse" waiting to starve to death.

As a gynecologist, Duan Yun immediately sensed that this fellow was sick.

Seriously sick.

Of course, it was not a gynecological illness, nor an andrological one, but an illness of the heart.

"Brother, you own such a huge manor. Wouldn't starving to death simply make things easier for me?" Duan Yun tried.

Murong Brothers smiled. When he smiled, he looked even more like Dehua. "Brother Duan, you're a good man. I wouldn't mind letting you have it."

Hearing those words, Duan Yun was actually moved.

These past few days, people outside had called him all sorts of Old Devil this and feminization that. This was the first time anyone had called him a good man.

Murong Brothers drained the last cup of wine. Seeming a little drunk, he said, "Brother Duan, you are all alone. You probably cannot understand my pain."

Duan Yun could not help mocking inwardly, What do you mean, all alone? Who are you insulting?

But thinking that the other man was ill, and that he himself was not someone who held grudges, he comforted him, "Then this is heartbreak. If you ask me, we children of the martial world should treat matters of the heart as mere embellishments. What need has a true man to fear having no wife!"

Murong Brothers looked at the already patched roof and said faintly, "If you had gone through five soul-stirring loves, you would not say that."

Duan Yun said, "It's only five relationships. Long illness makes a good doctor; you can use your sixth relationship to heal your wounds."

Murong Brothers' gaze suddenly became far more hollow. "What if, after five soul-stirring relationships, you discovered that all of them were your younger half-sisters from the same father?"

Duan Yun: "???"

Duan Yun froze for a moment, then understood and was shocked all over again.

Good heavens, with a plot like that, you ought to be the one surnamed Duan!

"I should never have practiced that saber technique. Everyone said it was a Cursed Saber Technique, but I refused to believe it."

In the dark room, Murong Brothers lay in the straw mat and spoke those words faintly, like a ghost himself.

Duan Yun, who had been enjoying this juicy tale of romance, suddenly had eyes that lit up even brighter—"What saber technique?"