Wandering Swordsman |

Shen Mo sighed, feeling both touched and helpless: "Miss Murong, I understand how you feel, but the place I'm going to is not suitable for you, and I'm prepared for the possibility of never returning."

Murong Qing was taken aback for a moment, then immediately replied, "Hehe, I'm done too." Her tone was playful, but her eyes shone with determination.

Seeing that Murong Qing remained unmoved, Shen Mo sighed helplessly and continued to persuade her, "Miss Murong, you still have family. Now that something like this has happened in Jinzhou, don't let them worry about your whereabouts. Go home as soon as possible. If I get out of that place safely, I will come to your home to find you."

Murong Qing snorted angrily, "Hmph, I'm not as easily fooled as that person. Anyway, I've made up my mind, no matter what you say, I won't go back." Although her voice was firm, it contained a trace of barely perceptible worry and concern.

Upon hearing this, Shen Mo thought, "There's no other way but to escape using my lightness skill. It'll also be a good opportunity to try out the lightness skill Brother Shu taught me." He quickly made up his mind to get rid of Murong Qing first. With that thought, he immediately leaped onto a tree branch, preparing to escape using his lightness skill from the tree.

However, Murong Qing also possessed the skill of lightness skill, and it was clearly far superior to Shen Mo's. Seeing Shen Mo preparing to flee, a flicker of surprise crossed Murong Qing's eyes, but she quickly reacted and used her lightness skill to give chase. She moved like the wind, swift and agile, closing in on Shen Mo in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that Murong Qing was quickly catching up with him, Shen Mo felt a little nervous. Although he had practiced his lightness skill a few times, it was still not very proficient, and he couldn't help but feel flustered. Suddenly, he was slightly careless and his left foot missed a tree branch.

Seeing that Shen Mo was in trouble, Murong Qing immediately sped up and caught him just as he was about to land. Her movements were swift and decisive; she steadily supported Shen Mo's upper body with both hands until they landed safely. Fortunately, Murong Qing caught Shen Mo, preventing him from being injured.

Upon landing, Murong Qing and Shen Mo in her arms gazed at each other for a fleeting moment, a subtle and indescribable feeling stirring within them. It was a mixture of gratitude, dependence, and a touch of something beyond words, as if in that brief instant, the distance between them had shrunk considerably.

At this moment, Shen Mo came to his senses and called out repeatedly, "Miss Murong, Miss Murong~" His voice was filled with a hint of panic and gratitude.

Murong Qing was stunned for a moment, clearly taken aback by the sudden intimate contact, and responded, "Uh~" She looked at Shen Mo, who was still in her arms, and then, as if she had lost her soul, she suddenly released Shen Mo and screamed, "Ah!!!"

As the scream ended, Shen Mo also let out a scream, his body, suddenly released, falling to the ground again. After calming down, Murong Qing immediately reached out and pulled Shen Mo up from the ground.

After standing up, Shen Mo looked at Murong Qing and said in surprise, "Miss Murong, your martial arts skills don't seem that great, but I didn't expect your lightness skill to be so amazing."

Murong Qing smiled smugly: "This is the lightness skill taught to me by a senior in the martial arts world known as 'Swallow Flying,' so it's naturally much better than your amateurish skill. Let's see how you run now."

Shen Mo shook his head helplessly, secretly admiring Murong Qing's lightness skill. "Alright, Miss Murong, I understand. I'll take you with me." He sighed, indicating his compromise.

Murong Qing wore a victorious expression, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, and a hint of smugness and satisfaction in her eyes. Her voice was light and cheerful. "Hehe, that's more like it."

She straightened her sleeves and continued, "By the way, Shen Mo, where are you headed?"

Shen Mo turned his gaze from the distance to Murong Qing and answered succinctly, "Yunnan."

Murong Qing raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly not satisfied with the answer, and pressed on, "Where in Yunnan? And what is the purpose of this trip?" Her voice carried a hint of curiosity, as if she was very interested in Shen Mo's itinerary.

Shen Mo smiled, his tone becoming serious, and his gaze becoming more determined: "I am going to Yunnan to rescue someone. I wonder if Miss Murong is willing to believe what I have to say."

Murong Qing frowned and pondered for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly, a hint of doubt and deep thought in her eyes. She spoke slowly, her voice carrying a trace of curiosity and concern: "Whom to save?" Her gaze was fixed on Shen Mo, as if trying to find the answer.

Shen Mo remained silent for a moment, seemingly considering how to answer. He lowered his head slightly, his hands clenching gently, as if recalling something important. Finally, he raised his head and said softly, "Someone who did me a favor and brought me into the world of martial arts."

"I see," Murong Qing said softly, her tone carrying a hint of understanding. "Then this person must be very important to you."

"Yes, that person is my master." After saying that, Shen Mo quickened his pace.

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The scene shifts to Sichuan, specifically to Tianzhu Peak in Simian Mountain. Here, the scenery is breathtaking, with a spring-like climate year-round. Amidst swirling clouds and mist, a cluster of small buildings stands atop the mountain, their gates prominently inscribed with the words "Sword Tomb," solemn and ancient. Sunlight spills onto the lintels, seemingly adding a touch of sacred radiance to this ancient place.

At the gate, Zhao Xue and He Yun, accompanied by Qin Wuyin, returned to the Sword Tomb. As soon as they entered the Sword Tomb, the gatekeeper saw them and immediately ran excitedly inside, shouting, "Young Master He Yun is back! Young Master He Yun is back!" His voice echoed through the valley, filled with an irrepressible joy.

When He Yun led Zhao Xue and Qin Wuyin into the front courtyard, Ouyang Song and several fellow disciples had already come out to greet them. Ouyang Song was over sixty years old, but he was still vigorous, with a gentle yet dignified look in his eyes. He stood in the center of the courtyard, a kind smile on his face.

He Yun smiled slightly, nodded to everyone, then looked around for a while before asking, "Master, where are my father and mother? I haven't seen them."

Ouyang Song smiled and explained, "When your mother heard you were back, she went to the kitchen to prepare a meal. As for your father, he heard you brought friends back, so he went to tidy up the room." His words were full of joy and care for his disciple's return.

He Yun nodded, looked at the two people behind him, and began to introduce them: "Uh, Master, Second Master, Third Master, Fourth Master, Sixth Master..." His voice was slightly nervous, but he quickly regained his confidence. "These two are my friends on this trip. This is Young Hero Qin Wuyin, who once saved Jingtian Pavilion from danger and is our benefactor; the other is Miss Zhao Xue, whom you have already met, Master, so I won't introduce her further."

Qin Wuyin and Zhao Xue quickly stepped forward and bowed in unison, saying, "Greetings, seniors."