The Unruly Immortals

The child, Yang, opened his eyes in his sleep and chuckled as he gazed at the cowhide tent above him, his face breaking into a smile without any particular reason.

A stinky foot next to him kicked over, "Are you looking for death? Getting up so late and lying in bed laughing foolishly, what's that about?"

Yang sat up, his eyes excitedly fixed on Gouwa beside him, who was rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his eyes still closed.

"Brother Cao Cao, we don't have to do any work now, and we get meat to eat every day, shouldn't that make us laugh?"

It was real meat, indeed, the first time in his life he had eaten enough meat to feel full, and maybe even the Emperor lived life like this.

"Look at you, so easily pleased. Just a few meals of meat and you are this happy. Kids will be kids."

He was different, he had higher pursuits.

Gouwa sat up, casually touched himself, then climbed out of bed and patted Gao Zhijian, who was still snoring away, on the leg.

"Idiot, get up, I reckon we are leaving in a few days."

"We are leaving so soon?" Yang's expression was filled with reluctance.

"Brother Li's hysteria is cured, so of course it's time to move on. What, you want to live here forever?"

Yang muttered quietly with downcast eyes, "Living here forever wouldn't be that bad."

"Heh! You really think this is your own home, don't you? Right now you're a guest so they're waiting on you hand and foot. If you stay a bit longer, they might start throwing plates and stools."

After scolding Yang, Gouwa saw that Gao Zhijian still hadn't woken up, so he flung off the covers, grabbed his trousers, and yanked them down fiercely.

Seeing Gao Zhijian, groggy and panicking to hold up his trousers, Gouwa gave a strange laugh and dashed out of the tent.

Once out of the tent, Gouwa stepped barefoot into the river and started washing up meticulously.

He had never before been so diligent with his grooming, but he had heard from Xiaoman that women liked men who were clean, so that's why he was doing it.

"Your face is patchy with white and yellow, and you look like a rat. If you were any more slovenly, you might as well be dead." These were the exact words of Chun Xiaoman.

Gouwa thought it over and felt there was truth to that, so he started to groom himself more diligently.

And, indeed, after becoming more diligent about washing, some of the bandit women actually started to chat with him more.

He had to step up his effort, as the Qingqiu people in the camp had started to hit on them, which made Gouwa even more anxious.

He didn't mind picking leftovers, but he feared that by the time it was his turn, there'd be no one left to pick.

After washing up thoroughly, he relieved himself in the river with his belt loosened.

Gouwa then took a crumpled red flower from his bosom and put it in his ear, strutting back toward the tent.

No sooner had he entered the tent village than he saw the back of Li Huowang. Gouwa was about to grin and greet him when he saw that the other man was fiddling with some scattered torture tools.

"Hiss~ What is Brother Li up to now?"

Gouwa didn't want to get involved with that bad mojo, so he tiptoed past.

He didn't head straight for the women's tents but first stopped at the entrance to Lv's Troupe's tent, calling softly from outside, "Scholar! Scholar!"

"Ah! Coming, coming!"

Scholar Lv, with a milk mustache, soon rushed out. "Let's go. I'm done eating."

The two of them headed towards the women's tent together, chatting as they walked.

"How about that? The flower looks good, doesn't it?"

"What's a man doing wearing a flower? Flowers are for women."

"Who says men can't wear flowers? Back home, it's the men who wear flowers that the maiden girls fall for."

When they got to the women's tents, they didn't go in right away but quietly waited for something.

Although they gave their feet a rest, their mouths certainly weren't idle; the two squatted there talking trash about the women, discussing who had a pretty face, who had a big butt, who had large breasts.

Even though their relationship might not have been that good, on this topic, they had a lot in common.

As the sun gradually climbed higher in the sky, the women finally came out, each carrying their clothes, and headed to the riverside in groups to wash.

"Hey, here they come, here they come! Hurry and follow them!"

Gouwa spat twice into the palm of his hand, rubbed it on the temples of his hair, and followed them with a grin on his face.

Seeing the two men swagger over, the women were not afraid at all; they gathered together and discussed something, occasionally bursting into laughter.

"That one~~! Moon above the willow tree tops, a rendezvous with that one....in the afternoon!"

Scholar Lv's singing startled Gouwa and also drew the gaze of the group of women.

"Scholar, what are you on about?"

"I don't know, I only know this one line, my father said that modern women like a man of letters."

Gouwa looked at him disdainfully, wiped a flower from his ear, and sauntered over towards the women with a grin.

They reached the riverside very quickly, and wouldn't you know it, Gouwa really got chatting with them.

After so many days, the women, of course, knew what kind of person Gouwa was; they only dared to make suggestive remarks.

At first, Gouwa thought it was the verse he quoted that made the impression, but after a while, he understood they were actually asking about Gao Zhijian.

Then, a group of shirtless Qingqiu men rode by on horses, eliciting a continuous stream of exclamations from the women.

After circling twice, one of the Qingqiu men rode his horse into the water, smilingly approached a woman with a big mouth, and reached out his hand to her.

"Go on, that man isn't bad! Look at those arms!"

"Right, Lan'er, didn't you say last night that you fancy him too?"

"We can't be picky anymore, Lan'er."

When they saw the woman named Lan'er being lifted onto the horseback, both men and women broke into raucous cheers.

"What's the big deal with that, what's the big deal with that!" Gouwa said, his face full of contempt.

"That one~~! Moon above the willow tree tops, a rendezvous with that one....in the afternoon!"

"Enough, Scholar, stop howling! You've been at it for hours, has anyone even glanced at you properly?"

Gouwa looked at the young man beside him with disdain, regretting why he had accompanied him today; he was of no use at all.

"I refuse to believe it; I can't be upstaged by this dark, shorty!"

Gouwa thought for a moment, then took out a small wooden tube from his waist, and then a needle wrapped in white silk, stuffing it into the back of the tube.

"Ahem! Ladies, watch carefully, this is divine skill I've learned from a True Master! This is no ordinary thing, this is divine skill!"

Seeing that everyone's attention was on him, Gouwa's face grew even more smug, and he began to show off with the tube in his hand.

"Heh heh~ What's the big deal with horse riding, can it compare with this?"

"Everyone, look closely, don't blink, this isn't something just anyone can see!"

As he spoke, Gouwa led over a sheep, put the wooden tube to his mouth, and with a strong inhalation aimed at the sheep's head.

The next moment, his face instantly flushed red as he panicked and covered his neck with both hands.

"Click~~click~"