After reading Miss Xiaoqing's letter, Ding Songyan's instinctive reaction was:
Right, I'd better get a Poetry and Lyrics Collection and find a line to answer "Distance cannot part kindred hearts; even ten thousand miles away, we are still neighbors." Otherwise, I'll look terribly uncultured...
That thought put paid to Ding Songyan's idea of replying immediately. He decided to prepare for a few days first. Sharpening the spear at the last minute-even if it wasn't sharp, at least it would shine!
He put away the letter and lay down on his bed. For no apparent reason, a series of four-panel comics surfaced in his mind:
A bashful Miss Xiaoqing gave someone a gentle push, and smack, he flew into the wall, leaving a human-shaped hole; Miss Xiaoqing coyly thumped someone with her little fist, and his chest and belly promptly caved in, his ribs snapping...
Su Qingli, strong enough to lift a bronze cauldron-she really is something... In a contest of strength alone, I probably couldn't beat her right now... I still haven't learned anything about the extermination of Xiong Qu Pan's clan... Ding Songyan shook his head with a quiet chuckle and gradually drifted off to sleep.
Possessing the trait "Dividing the Four Seasons," he woke naturally after the planned hour and a half, then knocked on Zheng Zhuxi's door to wake her as well.
Next, led by Xu Chang'an, the two headed for South Stone Lane, also in the southern part of the city.
"The chief thief of Prefecture City is still Liang Gan, Master Liang. My senior brothers haven't settled who gets the territory around Dangkang Temple yet, so Master Liang is managing it for now." Xu Chang'an walked briskly ahead, eagerly introducing their destination. "Master Liang is in his late fifties. He was once assessed as a