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

Chapter 149 I don't think Shen An is a good person either.

In the south of Hengyang City, there is an inn with a very unique name: Youjian Inn.

The inn was small, probably only able to accommodate a dozen or so people; it was truly just an "inn" in name only.

Logically speaking, on the eve of Liu Zhengfeng's retirement ceremony, not to mention inns, even stables should be packed with people.

But at this moment, the small inn was unusually spacious, and in Hengyang City, which was now full of people carrying swords and making a lot of noise, it even seemed somewhat quiet.

It turned out that Liu Zhengfeng had booked the inn in advance for the Hengshan Sect master and his disciples to stay in.

Of course, he booked more than one inn; that's why he's known for being so shrewd and resourceful.

At this moment, in the backyard of the inn, Abbess Dingyi was personally instructing her disciples on swordsmanship.

Aside from her tall stature, her appearance was not striking, but her eyes shone brightly, exuding an imposing aura.

With a flourish of his sword, he blocked all of a disciple's sword moves. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he gently tapped the disciple's wrist, causing the disciple to drop his sword and fall into shame.

"Distracted and indecisive! What kind of swordsmanship is this?!" Abbess Dingyi shouted sternly. "Looking at your absent-minded appearance, were you gossiping about something again yesterday?"

The female disciple was so scolded that she couldn't even lift her head and repeatedly apologized.

Upon hearing this, Yilin, who was standing to the side, blushed slightly and her heart pounded wildly.

After being found by her senior sister Yan at the Liu residence the night before last, she never saw the young hero "Shen An" again, but his bright eyes, gentle voice, and—the warm chest that held her tightly in his arms in the moment of crisis would always appear uncontrollably in her mind.

She knew that her longing for a man was a major taboo in Buddhism.

But that feeling, like a new bud breaking through the soil in spring, grew more tenaciously the more it was suppressed, making her both shy and sweet, with all sorts of emotions swirling in her heart.

After reprimanding her disciples, Abbess Dingyi glanced around and her gaze fell on Yilin.

Seeing her youngest disciple's flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, as if lost in thought, she felt a sudden unease.

The night before, she had heard from Yilin about Shen An's heroic rescue of the beauty.

Although she appreciated the other party's chivalrous act, as a nun, she was most averse to her disciples getting entangled with lay men.

Especially Shen An, although he was a disciple of the Songshan Sect, based on her painstaking investigation over the past two days, she roughly guessed that this person was extremely immoral, and that her precious disciple was also on his list of favorites, which made her even more vigilant.

We mustn't let ourselves fall into Shen An's hands just as we escaped Tian Boguang's clutches.

"Yilin!" she shouted in a deep voice.

"Ah? Master!" Yilin was startled as if waking from a dream, and quickly bowed in response.

"Go to the kitchen and see if the lunch prepared for the senior sisters is ready."

Master Dingyi waved her hand, subtly dismissing her. She decided that as soon as the Golden Basin Washing Hands Ceremony ended, she would immediately lead her disciples away from this troublesome place in Hengyang.

"Yes, Master." Yilin dared not disobey, lowered her head, and quickly walked towards the kitchen.

Unbeknownst to the master and his disciples, a figure had been crouching in a secluded corner outside the inn's courtyard for over a night.

This lone flower thief suffered a great loss at Huiyan Tower the night before. Not only did he fail to get his hands on the beauty, but he was also completely outmaneuvered by two young men who appeared out of nowhere.

This was an utter disgrace to him!

He should have fled Hengyang overnight to avoid these troubles.

But when he thought of Yilin's beautiful and refined appearance and her pure and flawless temperament, he was bewitched, and the evil fire in his heart could not be suppressed no matter what.

If we can't have her, who else is worthy to be K-On! Fairy's substitute?

Having learned that the Hengshan Sect members were staying here, Tian Boguang, still harboring treacherous intentions, sneaked over, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

He knew that the old nun Dingyi was highly skilled in martial arts and had a fiery temper. He had also lost an arm, so he was no match for her in a direct confrontation.

The only way to succeed is through strategy.

Well, the opportunity he'd been waiting for finally came.

A female disciple of the Hengshan Sect was ordered to go out and purchase some items.

She had barely walked a short distance from the inn when she heard a string of foul language coming from the street corner ahead.

"—Damn it! A bunch of old maids and nuns who can't get married and are destined to be married off to monks! If I ever see them again, I'll strip them naked and hang them on the city walls of Hengyang!"

The voice was coarse and vulgar, yet deliberately raised in pitch, as if afraid that others wouldn't hear it.

Upon hearing this, the female disciple was so angry that her eyebrows shot up.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall man in the distance, with his back to her, cursing at a group of people.

The man's figure and the iconic dagger clearly belonged to the lecherous thief Tian Boguang!

You audacious lecher! How dare you insult my Hengshan Sect here!

The female disciple was both shocked and furious. She immediately drew her longsword and was about to rush forward.

But she knew that her martial arts skills were weak and she was no match for Tian Boguang, so she quickly turned around and ran back to the inn as fast as she could.

"Master! Master! Something terrible has happened! That lecherous scoundrel Tian Boguang—he's outside insulting us!"

Master Dingyi was resting with her eyes closed in the courtyard when she heard these words. She suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes blazing with anger.

"What?!"

She has a fiery temper and values ​​the reputation of her sect above all else.

Hearing that Tian Boguang, such a shameless lecher, dared to insult the Hengshan Sect in broad daylight, his anger surged up instantly, and he could no longer restrain himself!

"What a reckless lecher! Does he think this old nun is a pushover, and that her sword is just for show?!"

With a roar, she grabbed the sword beside her and, without even giving any further instructions, dashed out of the inn like a whirlwind.

Hiding outside the wall, Tian Boguang heard the commotion inside the courtyard and couldn't help but let out a smug smirk.

The person shouting and cursing on the street corner was not him, but a street thug of similar build whom he had hired for ten taels of silver.

That sharp knife was one he had specially sought out that resembled one.

He had calculated that Abbess Dingyi was quick to anger and would chase after him without hesitation.

The plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain has succeeded!

Without further hesitation, Tian Boguang leaped over the courtyard wall as nimbly as a large bird and landed steadily inside the courtyard.

Now that the old nun Dingyi has left, he no longer needs to hide his whereabouts, but he must be quick enough.

After surveying the backyard, he walked through the inn and kicked open the door of a guest room.

After searching several rooms and including the backyard, apart from a few ordinary-looking young nuns who were ready to draw their swords and fight him to the death, there was no sign of Yilin.

Where are they?

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