The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: From the Moment He Picked Up Qu Feiyan

Chapter 145 Me? My name is Shen An

Silence fell over the alley for a moment.

Perhaps because she was finally sure she was safe, Qu Feiyan's wicked and playful nature finally took over.

She looked at Yilin's bald head and raised an eyebrow: "Good sister, I think Tian Boguang said something that might not be wrong."

"My dear sister?!"

He called me "good sister"?

For a moment, Yilin didn't react to the following sentence.

Amitabha! This is how laypeople address people; we monks should not address people this way.

But, but why does this sentence sound so pleasant? Why do I feel so happy inside?

She secretly glanced up and caught a glimpse of the mischievous smile in Qu Feiyan's curved eyebrows. She whispered, "I—I am a nun. It's not quite right for you to call me 'sister'."

Qu Feiyan laughed and said, "You're older than me, so I call you 'older sister.' What's wrong with that? Should I call you 'younger sister'? Dear older sister, are you even listening to what I'm saying?"

Shouting and shouting! Yilin felt embarrassed and annoyed again, and it took her a while to remember what Qu Feiyan had said in her first sentence.

How fun! Qu Feiyan noticed that whenever she called out "Good Sister," this "Good Sister" would react like a puffed-up kitten, making her want to tease her.

"Tian Boguang? What did he say was good?"

"Good sister, why don't you give up being a nun?"

Yilin was taken aback and took a step back.

Looking at the smiling boy in front of her, the blush that had finally faded returned to her face.

What does he want to do?

Qu Feiyan continued, "What's so good about being a nun? You can't eat meat, you can't drink alcohol—"

Speaking of this, she recalled the sip of wine she had taken when she lured Linghu Chong into the trap, and pursed her lips.

"It's not a big deal that you can't drink alcohol, but dear sister, you're so beautiful. Shaving your head greatly diminishes your charm. You would look much better if you had long, glossy black hair."

He actually thinks I'm pretty? — But I —

My apologies, Buddha above, I really can't think about this anymore!

Yilin straightened her heart and said, "I have entered the Buddhist order, and all worldly desires are emptied. Please do not joke with me."

Seeing her like this, Qu Feiyan knew that it would be really inappropriate to tease her any further.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore. Good sister, please hurry into the Liu residence."

Hearing the hint of her intention to leave, Yilin twisted the hem of her clothes, finally unable to resist raising her head and looking at Qu Feiyan with her clear, watery eyes, she asked softly, "I...I haven't yet asked for your name, benefactor...Yilin...Yilin will remember your life-saving grace today and will repay you in the future."

"I?"

Qu Feiyan's eyes darted around, and she made a decision that she would regret countless times in the future.

My name is Shen An.

Shen An was still rushing on his way and naturally had no idea what big task Qu Feiyan had arranged for him.

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It wasn't until the evening of the following day that he arrived at the dock outside Hengyang City on the fast boat prepared by Li Donglai.

Shen An jumped ashore and watched the ship disappear into the distance before turning and walking toward a rice shop next to the dock.

"Shopkeeper, nine bags of rice and three bags of flour," he tossed down a silver ingot.

"Alright, sir! Where would you like to deliver this?" Upon seeing a big customer, the shopkeeper quickly instructed his two young men to pack the rice and noodles efficiently.

"Just send it to Liu Zhengfeng's residence."

"At Master Liu's residence? Alright, sir, don't worry!" the shopkeeper replied readily.

Liu Zhengfeng was highly respected in Hengyang City, and everyone knew him. Being able to deliver grain to Master Liu's residence was a respectable matter worth mentioning.

After doing all this, Shen An did not enter the city. Instead, he went straight to the depths of the mountains outside the city, which appeared even more undulating in the twilight.

The mountain path was slippery and overgrown with vegetation.

But Shen An's steps were extremely steady; he knew every stone and every tree here all too well.

After passing through a dense bamboo forest and around several jagged rocks, the view suddenly opened up ahead.

"Splash!"

A few thin streams cascaded down the cliff, far from the grandeur he remembered.

That's true, it's the dry season after all.

This is the place where he used to practice his swordsmanship, and also the place where Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang once met.

Beside the waterfall, on that flat open space against the mountain, a very simple bamboo hut had appeared out of nowhere.

In front of the bamboo house, a slightly aged figure sat cross-legged.

He closed his eyes, as if he had become one with the mountains and the night, quietly listening to the sounds of the wind, the water, and the insects. All was silent, yet all was in harmony.

Upon hearing footsteps, the figure slowly opened its eyes.

"You're back." Qu Yang looked at Shen An, who was covered in dust from his journey, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Elder Qu." Shen An stepped forward and clasped his hands in a salute.

"Sit wherever you like, there aren't any seats anyway." Qu Yang pointed to the bamboo floorboards next to him.

Shen An didn't stand on ceremony and sat down cross-legged next to Qu Yang as instructed. He glanced at the extremely simple bamboo house and smiled, "It seems that Elder Qu has been living a rather leisurely and elegant life these days, quite like a hermit."

"Heh," Qu Yang chuckled self-deprecatingly, shaking his head, "I'm nothing but a stray dog, barely clinging to life. Before, I always thought how happy I would be if I could leave behind the troubles of the martial world and play the zither and listen to the wind alone in these deep mountains. Now, less than a month has passed, and I already know what it's like. Rice, flour, oil, and salt—everything is inconvenient. Only now do I realize that the mundane world has its own charm."

"You can't blame me for this. I only prevented you from seeing Uncle Liu and from entering Hengyang City, but I didn't prevent you from buying anything."

"Haha, you little rascal."

"How about Feifei? Is she alright?" Shen An asked, his tone unconsciously tinged with concern.

"That girl?" Qu Yang's face showed a hint of helpless affection when he mentioned his granddaughter. "I told her to stay in Bailianfang and not to go out easily. But with her personality, how can you keep her at home? A couple of days ago, she even sent someone to say that everything was fine and that I shouldn't worry. I think she's so happy she doesn't want to leave."

Upon hearing this, Shen An felt somewhat relieved. Qu Feiyan's charming and lively face appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

After exchanging pleasantries, the atmosphere gradually became heavy.

The night wind blew through the valley, bringing a touch of coolness, but also a sense of impending doom.

Qu Yang said seriously, "Speak, what's the situation? You rushed back so urgently, it must be something serious."

Shen An nodded and said in a deep voice, "My master sent three senior uncles, Ding Mian, Lu Bai, and Fei Bin, to come. I have already informed Senior Uncle Liu. We will discuss this in detail when he arrives."

"Ding Mian, Lu Bai, Fei Bin—" Qu Yang read these three names, his eyes becoming serious.

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from the other side of the mountain path. The two exchanged a glance and fell silent at the same time.

A moment later, a slightly plump figure appeared at the end of the bamboo path; it was Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan Sect. He had clearly also been walking quickly, and fine beads of sweat were still on his forehead.

"Brother Qu! Nephew Shen!"

Upon seeing the two, Liu Zhengfeng's face lit up with joy, and he quickly walked over.

"Brother Liu, you've finally arrived." Qu Yang stood up to greet him.

"I've kept you both waiting," Liu Zhengfeng wiped his sweat, his gaze falling on Shen An. He didn't immediately get to the point, instead revealing a mischievous smile, teasing, "Nephew Shen, you're truly a hidden talent! You only returned to Hengyang yesterday, and you've already caused such a commotion, playing the hero and rescuing a young nun from the Hengshan Sect. Now the entire martial arts community in Hengyang knows! Your fame is almost overshadowing even me, your master who's about to retire from the martial arts world!"

"ha?"

Shen An was completely stunned upon hearing this.

He looked at Liu Zhengfeng blankly, and asked in confusion, "Uncle Liu, what little nun? I—I just arrived in Hengyang, I didn't even go through the city gates, I came straight here!"

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