Wei Xun had been utterly dispirited, curling up under the covers for a long while before finally getting out of bed. But when he saw the bold, elegant words Baozhu had left on the table, something stirred in his heart. In a daze, he silently repeated "No arrow misses; no grudge lasts the night" over and over. Aloof and unrestrained by nature, he had never cared for hollow reputations in the Rivers and Lakes. Yet linking the Green-Robed Wanderer's "no grudge lasts the night" with her "no arrow misses" seemed to give them a special meaning.
Baozhu had always refused to let samples of her handwriting circulate, insisting that any paper she wrote on be burned. Wei Xun secretly tucked this note away with her copy of "Returning to Dwell in the Fields," deciding that even if she asked for them back someday, he would not return them.
After a thoroughly satisfying brawl and plenty of wine, Baozhu slept soundly that night.
Some hot-blooded young wandering heroes, however, still refused to give up. Following inquiries all the way from Jade City to Lingbao County, they prowled restlessly around the inn, hoping to see the girl in red again and beg for a position leading her donkey or carrying her baggage. Those who could read and write even sent their declarations of affection by flying dagger. The gleaming blades embedded in the front door frightened the innkeeper until his legs went weak. He had no idea where he could burn enough incense to send this bizarre group of guests on their way.
Wei Xun was forced to patrol his territory from time to time, discussing life with his fellow wanderers through his fists and feet and persuading them to retreat with his exemplary virtue. He was busy almost all night and