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Chapter 166 - 155: The Value of the "Twelve Layers of Spring Rain" Demon Blade Continues to Rise! (6K Subscription Request)_2

Chapter 166: Chapter 155: The Value of the "Twelve Layers of Spring Rain" Demon Blade Continues to Rise! (6K Subscription Request)_2

A person alone rebuilt the walls and the door frame, and began to apply plaster with fist techniques.

This time, the Old Boxer, Xiatou Ying, unexpectedly did not come to help.

Consequently, Duan Yun could only strip down and apply plaster and mud by himself.

Thus, in the courtyard, the scene reappeared of him working unclothed, watched by four women and a panda.

During this period, Feng Ling’er actually practiced her martial arts even more diligently than before.

Due to experiencing profound melancholy and Duan Yun’s almost godlike healing, her life was like a roller coaster ride which suddenly enlightened her and made her feel that her swordsmanship could reach a new level.

And the Panda Dabai was also very diligent, not only imitating Duan Yun’s boxing but even copying him in plastering.

The gate had been repaired; what remained was to fill the hole.

Duan Yun could only use the Beiming Divine Skill to absorb soil, then blast it into the pit.

Unfortunately, the hole was not only deep but also collapsible, so he did not finish in one day.

Duan Yun became a bit tired, so he prepared to continue the work tomorrow.

At night, after the three of them had their meal, they were about to rest.

Suddenly, a series of footsteps sounded in the courtyard.

Shen Ying, the old riverside, was the first to be on alert.

"Father!"

"Finally returned..."

A man’s voice rang out. However, the voice suddenly deepened, changing its tone.

"Who dug this hole!"

"What the hell!"

By this time, Duan Yun and Shen Ying had already come out of the room.

The light from Shen Ying’s lamp spilled out, illuminating the Murong brothers’ face covered in dirt as they climbed out of the hole.

"Brother has returned," Duan Yun said excitedly.

Brothers meet, tears welling up in their eyes.

The Murong brothers also happily said, "I’m back!"

"Where’s the younger sister?" Duan Yun looked outside and asked.

The Murong brothers hesitated for a moment and said, "There isn’t a younger sister."

Duan Yun asked in surprise, "No younger sister, then what were you doing when you went out?"

Climbing out from the dirt, the Murong brothers revealed an expression of pain and confusion in their eyes, saying, "That’s a long story."

"We can talk about it slowly later."

Now that the Murong brothers had returned, it was naturally time for a good celebration at Yuzhu Villa.

So, the kitchen lights were quickly lit, even if it was just some peanuts and chicken feet as dishes, the aroma of wine wafting from the jar was intoxicating.

The Murong brothers looked like they were exhausted. After taking a large gulp of wine, they began to recount their adventures.

"I received news that after burying Shen Ying, I rushed to Great Ming Lake overnight. The intelligence stated that my sister, Liu Qingqing, was there."

Upon uttering the word "sister," a pained expression crossed the Murong brothers’ melancholic Dehua-like face.

"I had not moved around the Martial World for a long time and felt that the world was somewhat unfamiliar. On the way to Great Ming Lake, I encountered a group of vicious men trying to insult a lotus picker. Seeing their brutal methods, how could I, the Murong brothers, stand by and do nothing? I decided to deal with these brutes right there and then."

Before becoming friends with Young Hero Duan Lang, the Murong brothers hated seeing others bullied, and after mixing with Duan Lang for so long, their heroic spirit surged even more.

They instantly took action and, unexpectedly, another hero joined in the fight.

Both were skilled at martial arts, so naturally, the thugs were no match for them.

Afterward, the Murong brothers bonded with this hero known as "Ning Tian," and they became good friends.

Since Ning Tian was also heading to Great Ming Lake, they set off together.

Unexpectedly, not only was Ning Tian skilled in martial arts, holding a folding fan with poise, but he was also highly adept at cooking and even a scholarly writer in his leisure time.

An interesting person indeed, en route, the Murong brothers and he traveled through mountains and waters, eating and drinking, until they finally approached Great Ming Lake.

Thinking about meeting "Liu Qingqing" by the shores of Great Ming Lake, the Murong brothers couldn’t help but feel nervous.

"During this time, my relationship with Ning Tian grew even better. However, while I was anxious about Liu Qingqing, I discovered a terrifying fact."

"What is it?"

As ever the perfect listener, under the dim night, Shen Ying couldn’t help but ask.

The hand of the Murong brothers holding the wine cup was shaking a bit, showing a face full of panic: "I accidentally saw a crescent birthmark on Ning Tian’s arm."

"You know, after experiencing five stages of soul-searing romance, I’ve become somewhat afraid of such things. I once questioned my father about whether there were any other sisters out there, and he hesitated. Seeing my pain, he then mentioned one.

He said I have a sister who was born with a crescent birthmark on her right arm, quite unique."

Hearing this, both Duan Yun and Shen Ying gasped in astonishment.

The good friend turning out to be a sister, especially combined with the Murong brothers’ panic and haunted expression, gave off a sense of horror.

It must be said, the significance of Twelve Layers of Spring Rain continued to increase; the Murong brothers had only gone out once and were able to encounter another half-sister.

The Murong brothers couldn’t help saying: "Only then did I realize why I felt a bond with Ning Tian at first sight, why I enjoyed his company so much, and even why I felt a vague desire to stay with him even though he was a man."

"Because he was actually a woman in disguise, my paternal half-sister. It’s just that her disguise was so clever I did not recognize her, until I saw that crescent birthmark that I fully realized the truth."

"At that time, all I could do was pretend to be unaware and wait for the right moment to quietly leave her. I knew I could not fall any deeper, but thinking about the times I spent with ’Ning Tian,’ I felt so agonized, so reluctant to let go."

Upon saying this, the Murong brothers showed an expression that said, "Endless Hatred; unbearably persistent."