Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 479 - 138 Jianghu Has Departures (1/2)

Wang Anfeng eventually parted ways with the Qingyang trading caravan.

He only stayed with this caravan for a day, and of the hundred "Copper Coins" he had, only about a dozen copper coins were returned to him; the rest had ended up in the caravan Shopkeeper's leather pouch. These Copper Coins had gone through countless hands over the years, worn smooth by the wear, the characters on them somewhat blurred and unclear.

Wang Anfeng weighed them in his hand, these Copper Coins were lighter than his own by about ten percent.

The young man clicked his tongue.

Oh well, a loss...

Spending is all the same, but if you're going to throw them at someone, surely the heavier ones are more suitable.

And they would hurt more when thrown.

Tossing the copper coins in his hand, Wang Anfeng didn't allow these coins from the Great Qin Mint to become Hidden Weapons aimed at someone's head. They hadn't even warmed in his possession before they changed hands again as he traded them at a nearby stall for two sticks of candied hawthorn.

One stick for himself.

One stick for Ah Ping.

Candied hawthorn, earnestly speaking, could only be enjoyed during the coldest days of winter, the syrup poured over the hawthorn needed to freeze overnight beneath the window where the frost patterns were at their finest. The next morning, they would be ready to sell.

Wang Anfeng bit into the sugar-coated red hawthorn.

It was somewhat sour.

His thoughts unexpectedly drifted back to the little girl he had pulled along at the End of Year Festival three years ago, and the sourly sweet candied hawthorn they had shared.

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Ah Ping said he wanted to travel abroad to broaden his horizons, but this was the first city he encountered after leaving home. Upon meeting Wang Anfeng, he stayed put. Wang Anfeng had inquired about his experiences over the years, and also casually selected some of his own to share with Ah Ping.

Of course, he skimmed over affairs regarding the Giant Whale Gang and Pharmacist Valley.

Even the remaining parts were enough to leave Ah Ping dumbfounded, his face a picture of confusion, eyes glazed over, almost feeling as if he were listening to a Jianghu storyteller spin tales.

All that was missing was a Startling Wooden Block.

Ah Ping's thoughts were drifting aimlessly.

That day, Ah Ping moved into the inn, with food and clothing expenses charged to the Giant Whale Gang's account. Seldom had he slept so soundly. The next day, Wang Anfeng found an excuse to spar seriously with Ah Ping in the inn's backyard.

Wang Anfeng himself used only a symbolic wooden branch, while Ah Ping wielded a real sword.

The young man relaxed his grip on the sword as he felt at ease.

In front of him was Brother Wang who, three years ago, had been stronger in Martial Arts than he was now, not to mention at this moment. With a mind eager to demonstrate what he had learned, ready to give it a go, under Wang Anfeng's guidance, he displayed all that he had learned.

His Swordsmanship was simple and profound, with a strictness to its form.

It was indeed the Mo Family Swordsmanship.

Moreover, it certainly wasn't the kind that circulated in the Jianghu of Great Qin.

Wang Anfeng's expression remained unchanged, still gentle, but after he gauged Ah Ping's level of Martial Arts, the branch in his hand changed its method, lightly tapping Ah Ping's wrist with precision, not injuring him but causing the young man to drop the Wooden Sword from his hands to the ground.

Wang Anfeng retracted the branch with a reverse grip, watching the young man in front of him squat down to pick up his sword, his expression warm, yet inwardly he felt a bit of a headache.

It was definitely Master Fu Mo's doing.

The next time he went to the Academy, he would have to have a proper talk with him...

His mind aflutter with thoughts, Wang Anfeng watched the approaching young man, yet he didn't show the slightest bit of strangeness on the surface, casually tossing the branch aside, raising his hand to touch the young man's black hair, smiling as he pointed out the flaws in his Swordsmanship.

This went on for several days until each family in Ningzheng City had made their purchases for the New Year, and the entire city was steeped in the warm and bustling atmosphere of the festivities. Ah Ping finally remembered that he needed to return home, and Zhou Gang, the innkeeper, was finally able to catch his breath.

If they didn't leave soon...

He was going to go mad.

Wang Anfeng, accompanied by Aping, bought some end-of-year goods and packed them into a bulging parcel, which he then carried on the young boy's back. Inside were all kinds of new year goods.

There were newly-made persimmon cakes, thumb-sized red dates in abundance, and they even pulled off a bolt of fine cloth. As for the money spent on the New Year's goods, Wang Anfeng casually mentioned that he would give it to him along with the previous payment for the house when the opportunity arose, and brushed it off.

"Then, Big Brother Wang, I'll be going now..."

Aping turned back, reluctantly glancing at Wang Anfeng, who was smiling warmly at him.

He still felt quite reluctant to leave.

Pausing for a moment, he raised his voice slightly and said,

"Big Brother Wang, if you have time in the future, you must come and visit me at my home..."

Wang Anfeng nodded, his voice warm as he smiled in response,

"I definitely will."

"Be careful on the way. It's not long until the New Year now. Don't wander off anymore; just head straight home."

"Yes!"

Aping nodded vigorously and, after one more look at Wang Anfeng, turned and left through the city gates.

He was back in his blue cloth shirt. Over the past few days, Wang Anfeng had taught the young boy a basic technique to invigorate himself and lighten his body. At this moment, as he engaged the technique, he took off down the main road toward home like a galloping horse.

Wang Anfeng watched him depart, letting out a laugh.

Then he fell silent. After a while, he sighed, half-joking yet with a hint of complicated thoughts, saying,

"Gone in the blink of an eye..."

"Well-trained."

Aping sprinted along the official road.

The Mo Family's Inner Strength was inherently simple and unadorned, flowing with his movements through his veins and body, turning into a warm energy that dispelled the biting cold of winter. Only after he had run a great distance did he finally stop.

Turning back, Ningzheng City had been reduced to a tiny speck in the distance, faint and barely visible. Aping exhaled a long breath of white air, only then stopping in his tracks, easing the slight soreness in his muscles while he slowly continued forward.

He really disliked the taste of parting.

But his spirits quickly lifted again.

This time, he had simply planned to walk about Jianghu and see the world, but unexpectedly, he had met Big Brother Wang. It was just a pity that he had not seen Baili Brother, Sister Xue, and Yue'er Sister. He wondered how they were doing now.

They must be doing very well, surely?

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The corners of Aping's mouth spread into a smile, feeling even the cold weather turn warmer.

When he got back, he would surely have a lot to tell his father and his Master.

The young man strode forward.

Inside Ningzheng City, amid Zhou Gang's almost tearful gaze, Wang Anfeng strolled back to the inn, crossed the lobby, walked into the back courtyard, casually requesting not to be disturbed, and then returned to his room.

There was a click as he locked the door directly.

Zhou Gang opened his mouth, unsure whether to cry or call out.

Inside the room, Wang Anfeng's expression instantly turned solemn.

At his ear, the voice that usually seemed indifferent about everything today carried a note of solemnity, speaking slowly,

"Return to Shaolin Temple immediately."

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