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

Chapter 147 Why are you in my room?

Looking at the two elderly people before him, whose expressions were open and honest and who valued friendship and morality more than life itself, Shen An sighed deeply.

In this respect, he simply cannot empathize with the ancients.

As long as you care about each other, why care about how the world sees you?

"well----"

"Nephew, there's no need to sigh for me anymore." Seeing his expression, Liu Zhengfeng smiled and comforted him, "I am already deeply grateful for everything you have done for me."

Qu Yang laughed heartily and said with great spirit, "Brother Liu is right! A true man should have things he will do and things he will not do. It is already a great joy in my life that Brother Liu and I have become friends through the qin and xiao. At worst, we can play the qin and xiao together again on our journey to the underworld. Wouldn't that be a beautiful story?"

The two exchanged a smile, their eyes showing no fear of death, only a sense of detachment and pride at having seen through life and death and finding true friends so rare.

After laughing, Qu Yang turned his gaze to Shen An, his expression becoming serious.

He bowed deeply to Shen An and said, "Young Shen, I have no other desires in this life, except for one thing that I cannot let go of."

"Please speak, Elder."

"That girl, Feifei, is mischievous by nature, but not a bad person at heart. If anything were to happen to me, I hope you could look after her. With you by her side, I—will be at ease."

"Elder Qu!" Shen An felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this. He stepped forward to help Qu Yang up and said solemnly, "Seniors, there's no need to be too pessimistic. Things may not have reached that point of no return yet."

He looked at the two of them and said slowly, "Although I don't know the specific arrangements of my master, before he left, he said: This matter should be handled with swift and decisive measures, but with a compassionate heart. My master's intention was to deter villains, but not to kill indiscriminately. Therefore, Uncle Liu, you will definitely not die."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of both Liu and Qu.

Shen An continued to speculate: "This junior dares to guess that the final outcome of this matter will probably be—your martial arts will be abolished and you will be expelled from the Five Mountains Sword Sect."

In this way, we can both demonstrate the power of Mount Song and punish your transgression of "colluding with the demonic sect," without actually causing bloodshed and creating a true blood feud between Mount Song and Mount Heng. At that time, freed from the constraints of your martial arts identities, wouldn't you two be perfectly at ease, living a harmonious and carefree life?

"A harmonious blend of music and poetry?" Qu Yang exclaimed, his beard bristling and eyes wide. "You brat, is that how you use the phrase 'a harmonious blend of music and poetry'?"

Liu Zhengfeng clapped his hands and laughed, his worried expression vanishing completely: "Hahaha! Good! Good! If that's really the case, then it's the greatest blessing of all! Don't even mention crippling my martial arts, even if you sever my Achilles tendons, it doesn't matter! As long as—as long as you don't sever my tendons, so I can still play the zither!"

Seeing his open-minded and optimistic appearance, Shen An finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He solemnly instructed Qu Yang, "Elder Qu, before the dust settles, no matter what happens in the city, you must not show yourself! If you do, it will confirm Uncle Liu's guilt, and even a god couldn't save him then. Just wait here patiently, and I swear here that I will do everything in my power to protect Uncle Liu and his entire family!"

Qu Yang nodded emphatically: "Alright! I trust you! I'll stay here and await good news!"

The plan was finalized, and the night was already very deep.

Shen An and Liu Zhengfeng did not delay any longer. They split up and, one openly and the other secretly, quietly sneaked back to Hengyang City, where a storm was brewing and undercurrents were surging.

Shen An naturally returned openly and honestly. He glanced around outside the Hundred Refinements Workshop and saw that the courtyards next to the workshop had been completely opened up and the houses had been renovated.

We'll see about the more specifics tomorrow. Shen An nodded in satisfaction and went into the room, heading towards his inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard was quiet.

As soon as he stepped inside, his eyes were drawn to a garment hanging on a clothesline in the courtyard.

It was a moon-white brocade robe.

The size seems to be men's?

Did she go out dressed as a man?

Shen An stepped forward and examined the hand closely.

The inside of the clothes was already dry, but the outside was damp, clearly indicating that the person who hung them out to dry had forgotten to bring them in.

But as he turned the garment over to look at the other side, his breath caught in his throat.

On the back of this brocade robe, which should have been elegant and flowing, there was a tear that was more than a foot long!

The edge of the crack was clearly caused by a violent cleavage by some extremely sharp weapon!

The tear had been sewn up crookedly with needle and thread, the stitches were crude and uneven.

Something happened to Fei Fei?!

Who hurt her?

How serious is the injury?

Countless terrifying thoughts churned wildly in Shen An's mind.

His usually calm and composed heart was now burning with anxiety.

He didn't care about the inconvenience of disturbing her late at night, and quickly walked to the door of Qu Feiyan's room.

The room was dark and quiet. Shen An knocked on the door twice and waited a moment.

There was no movement.

Without further hesitation, he held his breath, put his index and middle fingers together, and with a skillful effort, gently pried open the bolt.

"Squeak!"

A grating creak of a door hinge turning was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Shen An slipped inside. The room was simply furnished with a bed, a table and chairs, and a dressing table—that was all.

The bedding on the bed was neatly folded, and there was no one there.

What about people? !

Oh no! Did she forget to put the clothes away, or was there simply no time to do so?

Shen An's heart sank.

He stood in the middle of the empty room, feeling only coldness in his hands and feet.

He clenched his fists unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Just when he was so anxious that he was about to go crazy, the door to his own room behind him suddenly creaked open from the inside.

A petite figure, rubbing sleepy eyes and yawning, walked out of the door.

The figure wore a loose white undergarment, and her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, making her small face, though without makeup, still exquisitely beautiful.

If it's not Qu Feiyan, then who is it?

Shen An turned around abruptly, freezing in place.

He looked at the sleepy, unharmed figure, then at the empty room and the tattered clothes in the courtyard, and his face darkened.

"An—Brother An?"

Qu Feiyan was clearly still half asleep. She rubbed her eyes until she saw Shen An standing in the moonlight, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. Then she suddenly woke up completely.

"You—you're back?"

"You!" Shen An walked up to Qu Feiyan, "What are you doing in my room?!"

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