Arhats Subduing Demons: Starting with The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Ren Yingying was proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and was also very knowledgeable. However, she disliked flattery and praise.

But when Yun Changkong said this, she felt as sweet as fine wine, intoxicated without even drinking it. Her face was made up so that it didn't look too pale, but her eyes were full of joy.

Huang Zhonggong took it all in and sighed, “Whenever I think of Ji Kang’s performance of the zither before his execution, when he said, ‘Guangling San is lost forever,’ I always feel a pang of regret. If I could truly play it according to the score in my twilight years, I would have no regrets in my life.”

Unexpectedly, this song from "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" is both exhilarating and melancholic, with a refined and elegant feel. It is truly a masterpiece of the world, with its turbulent waves and swirling clouds. However…” He hesitated, wanting to say more but stopping short.

Huang Zhonggong loved the qin (a seven-stringed zither) all his life, and thus bore a heavy responsibility, which prevented him from leaving Plum Manor. However, he would always go out every two months to play the qin in the back mountains. Although he had never seen "Guangling San," he held this piece, "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," in extremely high regard.

Ren Yingying was also a lover of the zither. Hearing the unspoken meaning in his tone, she smiled and asked, "But what?"

Huang Zhonggong smiled and said, "However, the 'Guangling San' has been lost to the world for a long time. I wonder how this piece is, how it is..." He was obviously implying that he did not know that this piece was a variation of the "Guangling San".

Ren Yingying smiled slightly, stood up, and said, "I have an acquaintance who once said that Ji Kang, before his execution, said something like 'Guangling San is now lost forever,' which made him seem indifferent to life and death and full of heroic spirit. But this statement underestimates people of later generations. He was a man of the Wei and Jin dynasties. If this piece was lost after him, does that mean it didn't exist before the Wei and Jin dynasties?"

Huang Zhonggong was taken aback and said, "I would like to hear the details."

Ren Yingying said, "My old acquaintance disagreed with his statement, so he went to excavate the tombs of emperors and ministers of the Western and Eastern Han dynasties. Finally, he found the score of 'Guangling San' in Cai Yong's tomb."

Huang Zhonggong clapped his hands and said, "Well done! This friend seems to be a qin enthusiast as well. May I ask your honorable name?"

Ren Yingying said, "This friend has now retired from the martial world, just like the old gentleman. Even if I told you his name, you wouldn't recognize him."

Huang Zhonggong sighed and said, "I have only made empty promises to defend the Great Wall, and my temples are already gray in the mirror. Alas..." Then he added, "Brother Yun, the score for this 'Laughing at the World' is too profound. I would like to study it for a few more days. Is that alright?"

Ren Yingying waved her hand and said, "You may copy this piece."

"Really?" Huang Zhonggong's pale face flushed red, showing his excitement. He said, "How dare I, an old man, accept such a reward without having done anything of merit? This..."

Ren Yingying sighed, “As the saying goes, a fine sword is given to a martyr. The author of this score originally instructed me to find a learned scholar who was skilled in music and present him with this score, so that their masterpiece would not be lost to history.”

This score is profound in its meaning. I have studied it for many days, yet there are still many parts I do not understand. Even in the parts I do understand, my playing is not perfect. The way of music lies in 'intention' and even more so in 'spirit.' I lack the spirit of Nie Zhengrui, who risked his life to repay a friend he could not repay, and my heart lacks a generous and heroic will. Therefore, my fingers cannot produce a sound that can shatter rocks and pierce clouds, which is a great regret.”

Seeing that Yun Changkong did not speak, Ren Yingying knew that he must have a reason for taking out the music score of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer. So she told Huang Zhonggong everything that Yun Changkong had said in the past.

Huang Zhonggong's gaze fell on her somewhat dazed face, and he said, "Women are naturally gentle and weak, which is an innate principle. Brother Yun's zither skills have reached this level, which is truly remarkable."

Ren Yingying said, "You have a knot in your heart and a sense of injustice. It is a great blessing that this book has come to the hands of the Grand Master."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhonggong's gaunt face lit up with a hint of joy. He rose and bowed, saying, "Thank you, thank you."

He was so fond of the score that he said, "Brother Yun, there are also many parts that I don't understand. Let's discuss them together."

Ren Yingying replied, "It would be impolite of me to refuse!"

Playing the zither is no easy task. The "Smiling Proud Wanderer" melody is profound and complex, making it even more difficult. Even Ren Yingying and Huang Zhonggong, with their exceptional skills, could not fully comprehend it.

Both men were masters of the zither, and they were discussing the profound meaning of the piece. Yun Changkong listened from the side, and couldn't help but feel moved.

In the original storyline, Huang Zhonggong was tricked by Xiang Wentian and Linghu Chong because of his recitation of the Guangling San. As a result, Ren Woxing returned and tried to feed them the "Three Corpse Brain God Pill". Huang Zhonggong refused to yield and committed suicide.

The same thing is happening now. Because of a song called "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", he has started to confide in Ren Yingying again.

It seems that people really shouldn't have hobbies.

Seeing that the two were getting along well, Yun Changkong looked up and saw a painting hanging in the main hall. The painting depicted the back of an immortal, with flowing ink and vigorous brushstrokes. The inscription on the painting read: "Danqing Sheng splashed ink after getting drunk," with strict brushstrokes, each stroke like the piercing of a long sword.

He got up to look, and a servant, seeing him staring intently, said, "Master Zhao, can you see anything?"

As soon as he spoke, Ren Yingying and Huang Zhonggong both looked over. Ren Yingying, seeing that the two men looked extraordinary, had long been suspicious, and now she wondered to herself, "Could it be them?"

Before he could finish his thought, Huang Zhonggong said, "Brother Zhao, Brother Yun, this is Brother Ding Jian, and this is Brother Shi Lingwei. It's a pity you were born a few years too late. Twenty years ago, the 'One-Word Lightning Sword' and the 'Five Paths God' were renowned in the martial arts world! Haha! Haha!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ding Jian and Shi Lingwei were already shaking their heads vigorously.

Ding Jian said, "What are you saying, Master? Back then, my brother and I made a name for ourselves in the martial world with our recklessness, but we were as insignificant as fireflies. If it weren't for the rescue by you masters, we would have been wandering ghosts somewhere long ago! It's too painful to recall! Too painful to recall!"

He was once extremely arrogant, but later encountered a powerful enemy who forced him into a living hell. Fortunately, the "Four Friends of Jiangnan" came to his rescue, allowing him to join Plum Manor as a servant. His former fierce and valiant nature had long since vanished. What was supposed to be a very serious matter was instead presented as if it were a joyous occasion.

Ren Yingying smiled and said, "Brother Ding is too modest. It is true that the world is full of ups and downs, but there are not many people with such chivalrous spirit as you two."

Back then, Brother Ding single-handedly defeated four powerful figures and subdued two heroes with a single sword; Brother Shi rescued an orphan at Hengjiang in Hubei, wielding a purple-gold Bagua saber that slaughtered thirteen leaders of the Green Dragon Gang, their blood staining the Han River. These anecdotes are passed down like the wind, and younger generations still recount them from time to time.

Ding Jian and Shi Lingwei knew that the head of the manor did not receive outsiders, but the fact that he had brought the two of them in so late at night and was so attentive to their intimacy must be extraordinary, so they did not take it seriously. It was not until Ren Yingying said these words that the two of them exchanged a glance and began to show respect.

These two things were the most exhilarating acts of chivalry they had ever done in their lives. Firstly, the enemy was numerous and powerful, and their martial arts skills were superior. Secondly, the fault lay with the enemy, and they had indeed won against overwhelming odds and upheld justice. The two of them still feel proud of themselves when they think back on these events.

Yun Changkong was also quite surprised. He knew that there were two family members in Plum Manor who were once famous heroes in the martial arts world, but he had forgotten their names and what they had done. He did not expect that Ren Yingying knew them.

But then again, it's not surprising that Ren Yingying knows so much about the people like Xin Guoliang and Yi Guozi, lay disciples of Shaolin Temple, and Tan Diren of Kunlun Sect.

Huang Zhonggong was also taken aback. These two matters were rarely circulated in the martial arts world. How could this woman know them so well and in such detail?

Previously, when he played the zither, neither of them were controlled by the music.
They were already astonished, knowing full well that these two were no ordinary people.

Now, watching Ren Yingying casually recount martial arts secrets as if she could read the lines on her palm, her insight and perspective surpass even those of many renowned martial arts figures.

This man possesses extraordinary internal strength; what path does he follow, and what kind of person is he to be able to train such a disciple?

Huang Zhonggong felt that the two men's origins were becoming increasingly strange, so he said to Yun Changkong, "Brother Zhao, what do you think of this painting? Please give your opinion."

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "I don't know much about painting, but I feel that these eight characters, 'Danqing Sheng splashed ink after getting drunk,' are written with strong strokes and precise rules. Even without deliberate effort, they have their own light and agile variations, and a wonderful sense of pointing east and hitting west."
Especially the character "醉" (drunk/drunk), ethereal and ever-changing, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes thick, sometimes thin, sometimes like a flying snake, sometimes like a divine tortoise, soaring and crisscrossing, its transformations extraordinary, containing an extremely profound sword intent.

Upon hearing this, everyone was surprised.

"Oh?" Shi Lingwei, who had been keeping a gloomy face and not speaking, couldn't help but lower his voice and say, "The person the Grand Master has taken a liking to is indeed extraordinary. This young man is so knowledgeable at such a young age. I dare not ask his name? Who is your master?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "My surname is Zhao, and my given name is Ming. As for my master, I know very little. I have been practicing martial arts since I was seven years old, and even after fifteen years, I still don't know his name!"

Yun Changkong wasn't lying. He only knew that the "Arhat Subduing Demon Skill" was created by a Shaolin monk, but no one knew its Dharma name.

Huang Zhonggong nodded thoughtfully and said, "Masters are always elusive, so it's not surprising if they choose to retire and not leave their mark on the mortal world."

"I've felt an instant connection with both of you, Brother Zhao. I wonder if you could bestow upon me a piece of your calligraphy, so that I may gaze upon it day and night, finding it as refreshing as receiving a divine blessing."

Ren Yingying knew that Huang Zhonggong was going to test Yun Changkong's talent, and she was very curious and even a little expectant.

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "My skills are but a humble skill; how could I dare to offend the great master's eyes?"

Huang Zhonggong was overjoyed to hear his humble tone, which implied agreement.

With a clap of his hands, two boys entered and spread a large sheet of Xuan paper on the table, grinding ink and serving.

Yun Changkong pondered for a moment, then his brush moved with the speed and grace of a dragon. Ren Yingying watched, captivated, and couldn't help but softly recite: "Last night, the crickets chirped incessantly. Startled from a thousand-mile dream, it was already past midnight. I rose and walked alone around the steps. All was quiet, the moon shone dimly outside the curtain. I've grown old for fame and fortune. The pines and bamboos of my old home are aged, hindering my return. I wish to entrust my heart's secrets to the zither. But true friends are few, and if the strings break, who will listen?"

Yun Changkong once comprehended a set of martial arts from Zhu Jiuzhen's "Great River Flows East" calligraphy, which was based on "One Finger Divine Skill." It was truly wonderful and made Granny Jin Hua and others feel refreshed. Now, when he writes about Yue Fei's Little Chongshan, every stroke is appropriate. His pen moves freely and swiftly, stirring people's hearts.

Huang Zhonggong could not help but repeatedly praise Yun Changkong until he put down his pen.

"Good, good, good!"

Ren Yingying knew that the four friends of Plum Manor were all aloof and arrogant, and ordinary people and things were not in their eyes. She felt honored that Yun Changkong praised her with three "good" words.

Although Huang Zhonggong was fond of playing the zither, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration upon seeing this calligraphy.

The reason was that Yun Changkong was unrestrained and elegant, and he wrote a book using the brushstrokes of Zhu Jiuzhen's One-Finger Divine Skill. It was truly unrestrained and imaginative. He knew that this was the same as his third brother, Bald Brush Weng, who incorporated calligraphy into martial arts.

Secondly, Yue Fei's poem blends emotion and scenery, reflecting the vast gap between his lofty ambitions and reality, leaving him sleepless and feeling utterly alone. This resonates with my own state of mind.

Huang Zhonggong himself joined the Sun Moon Cult in order to uphold justice and accomplish great things in the martial arts world.

As a result, Ren Woxing became arrogant and extremely cruel. Later, when Dongfang Bubai took over, he also purged dissidents and slaughtered his old brothers. Only then did the four brothers manage to get a job as jailers. In fact, he was extremely resentful inside.

Therefore, every two months, at midnight, he would carry his zither to the moonlit Lonely Mountain, sit on a rock, and sing to express the pent-up emotions in his heart. The zither music and his heartfelt words were one, and if others heard it nearby, they would inevitably be affected by the music. So, because Ren Yingying's cultivation was not high enough, she was controlled.

Therefore, seeing the clouds in the sky, he wrote this poem, which made Huang Zhonggong feel very close to him.

Ren Yingying looked at it for a while, and then her heart was moved. She immediately picked up her brush and started to paint. What Ren Yingying painted was an old man in yellow standing on a mountain peak on a moonlit night, looking up at the sky and sighing. His expression was very lonely. It was Huang Zhonggong.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Huang Zhonggong clapped his hands in praise: "The presence of two talented men and beautiful women at my humble abode is truly an honor. I wonder what brings you here? I hope you will tell me frankly."

Ren Yingying glanced at Yun Changkong.

Yun Changkong smiled slightly and said, "To be honest, I am in love with a woman, but unfortunately, this relationship is considered immoral and will be criticized by the public."

Ren Yingying's face flushed red as she retorted, "Nonsense! What do you mean by being morally corrupt and subject to public criticism...?"

Huang Zhonggong looked at him with piercing eyes, making Ren Yingying feel even more embarrassed and annoyed.

Seeing her half-shy and half-annoyed, charming and adorable, Yun Changkong found it amusing and said, "So, that woman just can't get over this hurdle. Well, I can only shamelessly say that I'll make a bet with you. If you lose... it would be bullying to talk about martial arts, but if I can beat you at your best skill, the zither, then we'll..." He paused here.

Huang Zhonggong said amiably, "There's no need to be embarrassed about it. It's human nature to be attracted to beauty and admire young women." Yun Changkong laughed and said, "So I've heard that the Great Master has a Seven-Stringed Invisible Sword that can injure people with invisible sword energy. That's why I hope you can teach it to me so I can compete with her. If I win, she will marry me. If I lose, I have no face to ask for it."

Huang Zhonggong smiled slightly: "Just for this?"

Yun Changkong said, "Exactly!"

Huang Zhonggong laughed heartily: "Good! I feel unworthy to have received this 'Laughing at the World' melody. As long as you two are willing to learn it, I will do my best to teach you."

Ren Yingying snorted, "I'll learn."

Huang Zhonggong knew this woman was extremely competitive, and seeing that Yun Changkong remained silent, he said, "Alright." Turning to Ding Jian, he said, "Quickly order someone to prepare a feast. Call the three of them over and tell them that two good friends have arrived, and I want to host a banquet for them!"

Yun Changkong said, "It is already late at night, Master, there is no need for us to trouble ourselves. If we are going to disturb you today, let's wait until tomorrow!"

Huang Zhonggong said, "Indeed, indeed. I would like to invite you both to stay at my place for a few more days. It is getting late, please rest first, and I will introduce you to someone else tomorrow."

Shi Lingwei said, "Please!"

Yun Changkong and Ren Yingying stepped out of the hall, with Shi Lingwei leading the way carrying a lantern. The group entered the backyard and arrived at a place with lush flowers and trees and pleasant scenery.

Beside the small bridge and flowing water, several elegant houses stood. Shi Lingwei led the two into a room, where they saw that the room was exquisitely furnished, with two beds side by side and clean and beautiful pillows and quilts.

Shi Lingwei said, "If you two need anything, just pull the rope bell by the bed. But you two must not go out tonight. Remember that, remember that." After saying that, he left and closed the door.

Ren Yingying looked at Yun Changkong and asked in a secret voice transmission, "What exactly do you want to do?"

The clouds and sky remain silent; I sit alone by the window, lost in thought.

Ren Yingying walked to his side and said with a hint of resentment, "It's one thing for you to treat me like an outsider, but you don't even consider me a friend."

When Yun Changkong heard that no one was around, he said, "Do you know the background of the Four Friends of Plum Manor?"

Ren Yingying said, "Do you think everyone in the world is as mysterious as you? I know everyone who has ever made a name for themselves in the martial arts world."

Yun Changkong nodded: "Okay, go back to your room and sleep. We'll talk again tomorrow."

"No!" Ren Yingying said in a low voice, "I feel like I have a fishbone stuck in my throat, and I have to get it out."

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "Then you speak."

After a moment of silence, Ren Yingying said, "Do you often lie to achieve your goals, which is why you've deceived so many wives?"

Yun Changkong said, "It is true that he would lie to achieve his goal. When I was ten years old, I once humbled myself and fawned over a notorious bandit in order to kill him. I killed him when he was off guard."

As for the claim that I lied to my wife, I never have. While I am not a gentleman, I would never deceive in love, nor would I stoop to doing so; it's just…”

Ren Yingying asked, "But what?"

Yun Changkong said, "I had no intention of deceiving you, but as things developed, they were beyond my control. Moreover, I didn't understand the thoughts of you girls, and in the end, it still turned out to be a deception."

Ren Yingying rolled her eyes at him and said, "Excuses, all excuses. With your martial arts skills at this level, what is there that you can't control?"

Yun Changkong said, "Your skills are unmatched by most in the world, but you are still subject to being bullied."

Ren Yingying snorted, "There are always stronger people out there, and there's nothing we can do about that, but you're different!"

Yun Changkong smiled slightly: "There are always people better than you, and mountains beyond mountains. This applies to everyone. As for martial arts alone, there is no end to it. Some people claim to be masters of martial arts, but in reality, they may be strong in one area, but not necessarily in others."

For example, Linghu Chong is incredibly strong with a sword in his hand. I couldn't take him down in a short time. But if I didn't use a weapon, I could kill him in one move.

Similarly, perhaps one day I'll encounter someone who could be easily killed by them.

Ren Yingying was furious when she heard this and shouted, "Why do you keep bringing up Linghu Chong? Why don't you go and strangle him?"

Seeing that she looked angry but not fierce at all, and even quite cute, Yun Changkong couldn't help but chuckle.

Ren Yingying asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at?"

Yun Changkong said, "Do you know why I like to tease you? It's what you call laughing at you?"

Ren Yingying said, "You speak in a mix of truth and falsehood, and act in a wildly imaginative way. Even now, I am completely confused and have no idea what you are talking about."

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Actually, I've known for a long time that you act willfully, are unreasonable, and are ruthless. But when it comes to matters of the heart, you're just like any ordinary girl who's just tasted love for the first time. You're both surprised and delighted, and you act in a flustered and chaotic manner. That's why I wanted to watch. The more I watched, the more I was captivated by you."

After a moment of silence, Ren Yingying said resentfully, "I know, so you don't care who I'm with, you just want to see me with other people, is that it?"

Yun Changkong was taken aback, but he was unwilling to lie about this matter and said, "Yes."

Ren Yingying suddenly turned around and said angrily, "Go away, I don't want to see you again."

Yun Changkong asked, "Why aren't you leaving?"

"Okay! I'm leaving!" Ren Yingying got up, opened the door, and walked out without closing it.

Yun Changkong found it increasingly interesting. He closed the door, turned off the lights, sat cross-legged on the bed, and secretly channeled his inner energy to listen to every sound he could hear.

He knew that to rescue Ren Woxing, Hei Baizi, the second master of Plum Manor, was someone he could use. However, since he hadn't seen him, he couldn't tell from his breathing. So, he decided to listen to the sounds first.

Once it gets light and you see someone, if you can match their breathing, it will be easier to carry out your plan later.

If you don't need to do it yourself, then you can consider it a chance to learn from Huang Zhonggong and others, which would be a worthwhile experience.

Yun Changkong listened for a long time to the sounds within a hundred feet radius, but there was no breathing. Only Ren Yingying's breathing was rapid, clearly indicating that she was restless. He thought that after seeing the others tomorrow, he could investigate again at night, so he went to sleep.

When he woke up, it was bright daylight, and light shone in from the window. Yun Changkong got up and went out of the room.

The Plum Manor was elegantly laid out, with a winding bluestone path stretching into the distance, surrounded by flowing water. Compared to the front courtyard, it possessed a more delicate and charming beauty.

Yun Changkong walked along, admiring the scenery, thinking to himself, "Linghu Chong is really audacious. He killed someone who was good to him, and now he wants to use that person's garden to get married. Isn't he afraid that they'll come after him in the middle of the night?"

Yun Changkong knew that in the original story, Huang Zhonggong said that Master Fangzheng owed him a favor in order to cure Linghu Chong's illness. So he wrote a letter to Fangzheng to see if he could teach him the Yi Jin Jing.

Bald Pen Weng also said that he and Ping Yizhi were good friends. However, when Ren Woxing forced them to eat the "Three Corpse Brain God Pill", he did not say a word. He watched as Huang Zhonggong committed suicide for this. But later, Linghu Chong actually married Ren Yingying in Plum Manor.

Therefore, while it is true that Linghu Chong is loyal and righteous, it is also true that he is cold-hearted and ungrateful.

As Yun Changkong walked, his gaze was drawn to an ancient pine tree. The ancient pine tree had gnarled branches that stretched out and soared into the clouds, which was extremely rare. However, it was not this ancient pine tree that attracted his attention.

Instead, it was a beautiful and charming figure standing beneath the ancient pine tree.

She sat on a stone bench for people to rest on, with small orchids in bud on both sides.

Without even looking at her face, Yun Changkong knew it was Ren Yingying.
She rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought, seemingly oblivious to Yun Changkong's footsteps.

Yun Changkong knew that all women in the world loved beauty. At this moment, he saw a red flower in full bloom, which seemed to leap like flames when the breeze blew. He immediately leaned over and picked it, holding it between his fingers. He smiled and said, "Your face is like a lotus and your eyebrows are like willows. Your face and the peach blossoms complement each other. You are a perfect match for her!" He casually put it in Ren Yingying's hair.

Ren Yingying simply gazed at the stream, looking at her reflection in the water, like a beautiful statue, her posture never changing.

Yun Changkong turned his head and saw that her cheeks were flushed, which, compared to the red flower, made her even more beautiful. He was greatly moved and leaned over to kiss Ren Yingying's face.

As the sun rises, it is a time when human desires are at their peak. Ren Yingying is exceptionally beautiful, and the fragrance of flowers combined with her own delicate scent made Yun Changkong unable to restrain himself.
Before Yun Changkong's lips even touched hers, he smelled a sweet fragrance, and his heart skipped a beat, his blood rushing to his head. But just then, he suddenly heard a hearty laugh: "Haha, my good friend, where are you? Hurry!"

Yun Changkong and Ren Yingying were both taken aback.

Ren Yingying shouted, "What are you doing!" With that, her slender hand moved with lightning speed, slapping towards Yun Changkong's face.

In the past, how could he have landed that blow?

But Yun Changkong was already feeling guilty, and he didn't know what had happened to him just now. He was so unresponsive. As he was thinking about it, he suddenly slapped himself on the cheek.

Ren Yingying's palm strike was quite powerful; if it were anyone else, one strike would have knocked them unconscious. Although Yun Changkong didn't faint, his face turned bright red.

Having been slapped, Yun Changkong didn't bother to pay attention and hurriedly turned around, only to see the two figures standing in front of them in a flash.

One was Shi Lingwei, and the other was an old man with a beard reaching his belly; they stared blankly at the two.

Ren Yingying's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were hazy. She regretted it after slapping him, but she hadn't been able to control herself. When she saw Yun Changkong still smiling, as if he didn't care, she felt even more embarrassed. She stomped her foot, spat out "You lecher," and ran away like a gust of wind.

"Ha ha……"

The long-bearded old man burst into laughter.
Yun Changkong, however, seemed unconcerned, cupping his hands and saying, "My sister is just shy and has a bad temper; please excuse her!"

"Don't laugh, don't laugh!" The old man said he wouldn't laugh, but he laughed loudly. "Brother Zhao, as the saying goes, wine and women go hand in hand. I heard you saw through my sword intent, so we're good friends. Come on, come on, let's have a few drinks." With that, he pulled Yun Changkong away.

Shi Lingwei said, "This is the Fourth Master, Mr. Danqing."

Yun Changkong said, "I am a guest of the manor. I was so captivated by the beautiful scenery that I unknowingly wandered here. Please forgive me, Fourth Master!"

"No, no, please, please!" Dan Qingsheng was a forthright and generous man, and upon hearing about Yun Changkong's situation, he was extremely enthusiastic. (End of Chapter)