Chapter 4 : “Wandering Through The Misfortune III”

Arc 1 : Reincarnated Memories

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Yongyuan gently threw Bu Chongyao on his back, running away with Bu Chongyao face full of confusion.

As Bu Chongyao blurts out words, but nothing comes out. Shook fills up his head as he tries again to speak words but yet again, nothing comes out. Still processing everything, his face and mind goes blank for a minute or two as Yongyuan just keeps running. Not stopping any time soon.

Even in a mortal body, he can still run at a decent speed with good enough stamina and without his legs feeling cramped and numbed. As Yongyuan slightly turns his head to ask. "Do you know where the mountain sect, Yin Shancun is?" The teenager's head went blank for a second. Bu Chongyao shakes his head left and right slowly, as he turns his head up and down. The corners of his mouth frown slightly as his eyes drop's down, opening his mouth but before he could say something Yongyuan asks another question.

"Can you take me to Yin Shancun?" With the calm tone of his voice it sounded more of a statement instead of a question but it wasn't demanding or threatening to Bu Chongyao. Even with that, Bu Chongyao face was still crumpled. With downcast eyes and slanting inner eyebrows, the corners of his slit lip was still lowered. "Don't go to Yin Shancun." Bu Chongyao says, his voice dark and raspy. Sounding familiar to the granny earlier this time, a lot more younger and less dramatic and squeaky about it. "Don't. Go." Bu Chongyao said after, voice firm and rough.

"I have to go." It might be the only way back… Yongyuan said as his voice weakened the more he talked. "Rethink your choices." Bu Chongyao said. Even with his simple demeanor with words (he should really expand his vocabulary) the harsh words were said with a gentle-like tone. It was more out of concern than commanding for Yongyuan to rethink. Still, Yongyuan declined. Seriously what's with Yin Shancun if everyone is telling him not to go.

"If you want to go..then I have to come with you. I'll show you the way, but we have to go as soon as possible." Bu Chongyao hesitantly replied back, gripping slightly tighter on Yongyuan's backbones. Yongyuan sighed as he couldn't help but laughed at the stubborn kid, internally. The fast pace Yongyuan ran was now a much slowly gentle pace, walking along the road. As the dawning daylight warmed his and Bu Chongyao 's skin.

"Do you know where the nearest hospital is at? We have to treat your words." Yongyuan asked, as his head turned around to face the beaten up teenager. The dude was jumped by like six other kids for stealing something he didn't even do. Right when Bu Chongyao was about to answer, Yongyuan accidentally asked. "Why did they beat you up exactly?" Guilt filled his heart when he realized he asked exactly when Bu Chongyao was about to answer but with the look on his face, he seemed to not mind. "It's because I bring misfortune everywhere I go. Everything is my fault in their eyes. When I walked past by them, they thought I must have stole something. So when I was outside they ganged up on me and beat me up again." The words ,again, ranged in Yongyuan ears like close up firecrackers.

"What do you mean by again?" Yongyuan asked, he knew it might've been an inappropriate question to ask, but the thought of those kid getting away with all of this in some way angered him. "I mean by it happens often, almost every day." Bu Chongyao shrugged. Yongyuan stopped his tracks as he placed Bu Chongyao down. He grabbed the soaked outer robe and squeezed it tight around Bu Chongyao.

"Are there any nearby hospitals?"

"No."

Yongyuan lowered his head as he replied. "Then we'll stop by a river to rest and I'll find something to help you." He said as he tightened the knot. Yongyuan /gently/ threw on Bu Chongyao back on, since he was still injured. "Meanwhile you get as much rest as possible." Yongyuan continued. Bu Chongyao nods as he close his beaten up eyelids. Feeling it sting and burn until it all goes numb. He pushes through to try to get at least some shut eye.

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It wasn't long until Yongyuan heard the flowing and rushing sounds of a river nearby. He gently placed Bu Chongyao onto the grass as he unties the knot around him. The wrinkled up robe soaking in on the wounds that bled out Bu Chongyao dry. Draining out all the white until it was crimson red.

Yongyuan dunked the robe in the cool water of the river. As he washed the blood out, a yawn from not too far away churned in his ears. As Bu Chongyao got up, he rubbed his numb eyelids. Feeling the bruises on his face, the deadening black eyes and the now somewhat healed slit lip. It was hard for Bu Chongyao to even fully lay up, so there he was bent elbows as he watched the white clothes figure wash away the red color on the outer robe that turned the pearl-like cloth into a muddy cream white. As Yongyuan twisted and turned the robe to squeeze the water out, he walked over to Bu Chongyao and wrapped the robe around him again.

No words were said by the two individuals. It was just a moment of peace for the both of them. One just woke up from basically a coma. Aeons know how long he's been alseep in that dirty ass cabin with the time shifting. Waking up with his throat closed up as it held something back, like he was about to vomit a mouthful of blood. The sharp pain in his chest, squeezing the ever-living daylight out of him. Even when he just woke up in a whole ass new body, he still and seemed like he won't be god's favorite anytime soon. While the other just got back from being brutally beaten up in a bloody pulp. Bearly able to breath from his mouth and nose, with a bruised up face to the point he was unrecognizable. If you took a photo of him before and after the fight he wouldn't even think it was the same person. One picture would have somewhat well kept hair and a decent face while the other would have tangled up, knotted hair mixed with blood and dead skin, one side would be bleeding out with a blue and purple face, all cut up and scratched like a stray cat's toy. Being kicked in the stomach multiple times, gushing and hacking out blood. Unable to feel pain after everything.

Bu Chongyao closed his eyes, as he felt the cool robe wipe away his injuries on his face. He softly opened his eyes to see Yongyuan lightly brushed the robe on his cheek, cleaning away the dirt and grim that got on it as his peers would smash his head into the ground, forcing him to eat the soil.

He felt so at ease with Yongyuan. Resting his eyes without any fears of anything. As the cool water washed his bruised face, the dawning sunlight warmed his skin further as they share this moment of calming solitude together. Not needing to say anything else.

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What is a mountain sect?

fictional martial arts schools mentioned in several works of wuxia fiction

Wuxia (武俠 [ù.ɕjǎ]), which literally means "martial heroes", is a genre of Chinese fiction concerning the adventures of martial artists in ancient China. Although wuxia is traditionally a form of historical fantasy literature, its popularity has caused it to be adapted for such diverse art forms as Chinese opera, manhua, television dramas, films, and video games. It forms part of popular culture in many Chinese-speaking communities around the world.