Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 471 - 132 Reunion with an Old Friend (Two in One)_2

The scholar in green watched the distant scenery, his expression cold and absent-minded.

Wu Changqing stroked his beard and chuckled lightly, timing his words just right as he believed Mr. Ying's thoughts were likely also coming to an end. He then spoke aptly:

"Then... won't you find a rival in the path of the sword for him, to help Xiaofeng find his own way?"

Mr. Ying frowned slightly at the old man. He himself had been pondering this issue. As Wu Changqing spoke quite politely, he didn't give it much more thought nor did he get annoyed, but simply responded casually:

"He has already reached the Middle Third Rank, and it's about time to teach him the Spiritual Qi and Blood Technique."

"As for the Sword Dao... my Killing Sword isn't quite suitable for that lad. He has acquired Thunderous Gang Qi, and his Internal Strength Martial Body is an authentic Zen Sect's, honest and righteous. It would truly be a pity if he does not cultivate the swordsmanship of Zixiao Palace on Mount Wudang."

Mount Wudang, Zixiao Palace...

Remembering the thunder that echoed between Heaven and Earth, and the Sword Light no less mighty than the thunder's authority, the old man's expression grew slightly solemn. He paused for a moment before stroking his beard and sighed:

"Wudang..."

............…

The outside world.

Wang Anfeng walked aimlessly on the streets, gradually entering a bustling area. The crowd was now fewer in simple-clothed commoners and more of those in fine silk attire, riding in carriages and horses, including some martial artists in vigorous attire.

In the distance ahead, a tall building was visible, with four beautiful women standing at the entrance.

Wang Anfeng paused slightly in his steps.

The woman on the far left had a delicate face, eyes brimming like autumn waters. He was quite familiar with her, as she was one of the two women he had sent away last night. Even though she appeared to be greeting familiar guests, a trace of melancholy lingered in her eyes. Wang Anfeng felt somewhat awkward deep inside.

A handsome young man stood in front of the building, chatting and laughing with her, his right hand around her waist.

The two were about to walk into the brothel when Wang Anfeng, expressionless, suddenly turned and headed toward a side alley, avoiding their sight.

Hao Siyu, holding the young man's arm and leading him inside, caught a glimpse of a vaguely familiar figure out of the corner of her eye, pausing slightly. The young man sensed something was off, lifted a strand of black hair, and lightly sniffed it, laughing:

"What's wrong, Miss Hao..."

Hao Siyu concealed her wandering gaze and kept her smile, coquettishly complaining:

"It's nothing... It's just that Master Xu, you haven't been here for a long time, and I've been waiting outside for quite a while. If you can't explain yourself today, I won't let it go..."

The young man was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter:

"Hahaha, alright, it is Xu's fault. Today, let's start with three penalty drinks, three penalty drinks, hahaha..."

The woman's smile turned tender, feeling relieved inside, without thinking much further.

She was just an ordinary woman in a brothel, living off her beauty; many other matters were beyond her concern.

But thinking of the direction the young man had just taken, which led to the biggest hub of the Red Gang in the city, she wondered if he was off to gamble or to do something else.

It would be best if he gambled.

It would be best if he lost everything!

The woman inwardly gritted her teeth.

Wang Anfeng, of course, had no idea of the woman's thoughts; he simply avoided her and didn't bother wondering where he was going, just moving forward.

The alley he traveled through was quite narrow and quiet. In a shadowy spot, there was even snow left from a few days ago, indicating its chilly nature. The snow was piled up with a few black chunks of coal embedded as eyes, and a couple of dry branches stuck in it.

It was just a pity that after several days, the snowman was dirty and no longer presentable.

Wang Anfeng strode forward, intending to leave this place early. The area was slightly remote, and it being early in the morning, there were hardly any people around. However, just as he was about to leave the alley, he noticed two men with drooping spirits.

On this winter day, these two men were not martial artists. They wore only thin undergarments and leaned against the wall, their faces the picture of misery, looking like poor peasants who didn't have enough to eat, yet their clothes were clearly made of fine material, now sullied with mud and exceptionally disheveled.

Wang Anfeng's gaze swept over the faces of these two men, filled with defeat and fear, and he felt slightly curious, wondering what had happened to them to look so soulless and dispirited.

His thoughts churned continuously, but his steps did not stop, and he kept walking forward until he saw a sunlit avenue in the distance, where he unexpectedly felt a sense of relief and quickened his pace. However, just as he was about to step out of the alley, he heard a somewhat familiar, raspy voice.

"I said, let him go!"

Wang Anfeng's steps briefly halted.

His thoughts shifted slightly. He did not leave, nor did he stride forward as before. His dangling fingers hooked slightly, generating a breeze, making his movements even more silent and gentle.

Tiptoeing forward, Wang Anfeng looked out from the corner of the wall and utilized Pupil Skill in an instant. His field of vision expanded significantly, revealing a grand mansion in a slightly remote part of the city, occupying a vast area.

At the entrance stood a pair of stone lions, one male and one female, and in front of the gate were seven or eight sturdy young men, towering and fierce-looking, clearly not the type to be easily dealt with, two of whom were dragging a young man in brocaded robes.

The young man had been tied up tightly with thick hemp ropes, about to be dragged into the mansion, his face drenched with tears.

From the expressions of these martial artists, it was clear that entering the mansion would lead to no good end.

The young man clearly understood this too, trembling uncontrollably, barely able to speak, his life currently spared only because standing between him and those ferocious martial artists was a young man in blue.

The blue-clad youth had raised his right hand to rest on the wooden sword at his back and with a casual flick of his sword, he forced three advancing brutes to retreat. The swordsmanship he used was simple yet solid, possessing a rare and deep vigor that stirred up gusts of wind, lifting the dust off the ground.

After repelling the opponents with one move, his sword technique suddenly changed. It transitioned from robust to light and agile, easily freeing the brocaded young man. Although the wooden sword had no edge, when swung with the force of a martial artist, it precisely sliced through the ropes, and with a raise of his sword, he shielded the young man behind him, not even looking back, but shouting:

"Run quickly!"

The young man exclaimed and, shaking off the ropes, scrambled towards the more populous area, not the cramped alley where Wang Anfeng was hiding but towards the crowded streets.

The men outside the mansion almost jumped with rage. Because the youth blocked them, they could not catch up, only watching as the young man dashed into the avenue, their temples twitching with anger as they turned back and yelled:

"Boy, I've figured it out, you're here to cause trouble with our Red Gang, aren't you?!"

"Setting free the person we wanted, are you ready for a fight to the death?!"

The young man remained unfazed, gripping the wooden sword, which was several inches longer than an ordinary longsword, with a slight force in his right hand. He gently tapped the blade, and a prolonged, eerie sound of the sword singing resonated, quite alarming.

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"I only ask you, if he had just been taken inside by you, would he still be alive?"

The burly man laughed menacingly, clearly very annoyed, and said:

"Alive?"

"Hah! I would dismember him limb by limb and then stab him to slowly bleed to death!"

The young man looked up, his gaze sharp enough to make even the seasoned fighters of the Red Gang feel a chill run down their spines. The conversation abruptly stopped, and they instinctively stepped back.

Under the thin winter sunlight, the youth's features still bore some trace of boyishness, but the fierce scars crisscrossing his face hid his innocent features, leaving only ferocity. He lifted the longsword, holding the blade at an angle, and calmly said:

"Then, don't blame me for my actions..."

As he moved, his face turned towards the direction of the alley, revealing his face to Wang Anfeng, who was hidden there. Wang Anfeng's expression flickered with recognition as the harsh and ferocious scars on the young man's face struck a familiar chord, abruptly sending his memory back three years.

He thought of Qingfeng Edge, the little boy he had rescued from the assassins of Danfeng Valley, the subsequent departure and reunion, and his expression softened considerably.

"Anfeng..."

PS: Struggling with writing today... struggled for a long time to write only four thousand words, please forgive my brevity, combining two updates into one today, thank you...

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