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

Chapter 150 A Close Call

Tian Boguang was unaware that Yilin was neither practicing swordsmanship in the backyard nor resting in the guest room, but was in the kitchen helping the cook chop vegetables.

"Young master, you should rest. This old woman can handle this work by herself."

The cook said somewhat awkwardly.

Yilin smiled gently and said, "Auntie, it's alright. I often do these things on the mountain."

As she was speaking, she suddenly heard a series of clattering sounds from outside, along with exclamations from her senior classmates.

"What happened?" Yilin's heart tightened, and she quickly put down the kitchen knife in her hand. "Auntie, I'll go out and see."

She wiped her hands and quickly walked out of the kitchen.

At this moment, Tian Boguang walked out of the last guest room with an impatient look on his face and returned to the backyard, his face full of anxiety from his fruitless search.

He looked up and met Yilin as she walked out of the kitchen.

"Hahaha! Fairy, I've been looking for you everywhere!"

After a brief moment of surprise, Tian Boguang's lewd eyes, like a hungry wolf seeing a lamb, locked onto Yilin and couldn't look away.

"what!"

Yilin was so frightened that her mind went completely blank.

Her only thought was to escape!

She screamed and, without thinking, turned and ran in the opposite direction.

"Trying to run? Do you think you can escape?"

Although they were still far apart, with Tian Boguang's lightness skill, how could he let her escape?

In her panic, Yilin ran around the courtyard like a headless fly, nearly tripping over the artificial rockery and benches several times.

She could clearly feel the figure behind her getting closer and closer—

As she felt a gust of wind brush against her neck, she closed her eyes in despair.

Involuntarily, the image of that day, when she closed her eyes and locked herself against Shen An's chest, resurfaced in her mind.

Shen An, will you save me this time?

That morning, in Bailianfang, Shen An was talking with Shi Dengda and Feng Changrong.

"My three senior uncles, Ding Mian, Lu Bai, and Fei Bin, will arrive soon, accompanied by twenty-three fellow disciples. We need at least three separate courtyards for them to stay in. As for the other disciples, are there enough guest rooms in the monastery?"

"That's enough." Stendhal nodded. "After all this expansion, there are plenty of guest rooms. We could accommodate twice as many people. As long as we make sure the three senior uncles have their courtyards, the others can just squeeze in."

"You're really good at being the senior brother," Shen An thought, barely managing to suppress a laugh before moving on to the next question.

"More importantly, how do we get the main force into the city unnoticed?" Shen An turned his gaze to Feng Changrong. "How's the task I gave you going?"

Their sect came ostensibly to offer congratulations, but in reality to interrogate Liu Zhengfeng; naturally, they had to keep this a secret from him.

At least they thought they had fooled Liu Zhengfeng.

Upon being called upon, Feng Changrong quickly stood up straight and said, "I have strictly followed your instructions, Senior Brother, and prepared several carts of iron materials outside the city. Our sect members can enter the workshop at any time under the pretext of delivering iron materials."

Shen An nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "This matter must be kept under close surveillance. Remember, under no circumstances should a word of it leak out."

It would be hilarious if someone stole or robbed it.

"clear!"

After discussing the arrangements for receiving the main group, the atmosphere in the courtyard eased slightly.

Shen An changed the subject: "Changrong, do you know where the nuns of the Hengshan Sect are staying now?"

After much deliberation, he decided to personally visit the Hengshan Sect members to clarify the farcical incident of "hero rescuing the damsel in distress."

Firstly, to avoid any misunderstanding from the young nun Yilin, which could lead to unnecessary trouble in the future.

Secondly, he also wanted to take this opportunity to sound out Master Dingyi's opinion and see what her attitude was towards Liu Zhengfeng's decision to retire from the martial arts world. He also wanted to see if he could lay the groundwork so that she would speak up or even take action to help Liu Zhengfeng later.

Feng Changrong was Lu Bai's apprentice and the head of intelligence for Bailianfang. Naturally, he was well aware of the movements of all the various factions in the city who came to participate in Liu Zhengfeng's Golden Basin Washing Hands Conference.

Upon hearing this, a familiar, mischievous smile appeared on his face.

I remember he smiled like this the first time I met Wang Xiaocao and Qu Feiyan.

"Reporting to Senior Brother, the Hengshan Sect group has been arranged by Third Master Liu to stay at Youjian Inn in the south of the city."

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and chuckled, "Senior brother, your concern isn't because you want to visit that pretty little nun you rescued before, is it?"

Upon hearing this, Shen An laughed and scolded, "Don't talk nonsense! I wasn't the one who saved people the night before last. I'm going there precisely to explain this matter to Abbess Dingyi, so as to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings."

Seeing that Feng Changrong still had an "I understand" expression, he had no choice but to explain again: "Think about it, if I really was the one who did it, why did I only return to the neighborhood last night?"

"Oh," Feng Changrong nodded as if he suddenly understood, then scratched his head and muttered to himself, "I thought that after you saved the person, you followed the clues and went to track down that lecherous thief Tian Boguang."

He does not mean that.

Shen An's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Would Tian Boguang give up so easily?

Thinking about Tian Boguang's possible next moves and actions, Shen An unconsciously quickened his pace as he walked towards Youjian Inn.

However, as soon as he entered the inn, he sensed something was amiss.

Not only was the main entrance of the inn wide open, but the doors to all the rooms inside were also open.

The room was in complete disarray, with tables and chairs overturned and tea sets shattered all over the floor.

In the main hall, several female disciples of the Hengshan Sect were gathered together, each holding a long sword, their expressions filled with panic and uncertainty, yet they forced themselves to remain calm.

They seemed to be planning to set up a sword formation before heading to the backyard, but none of them did.

The big thing is bad!

Shen An's heart sank.

Without further hesitation, he stomped his foot so hard that it cracked the wooden floor of the inn. Then, with a swift movement, he dashed across the front hall like a streak of blue lightning, past several Hengshan disciples who were trying to muster their courage, and rushed towards the backyard!

As soon as I entered the backyard, I saw it!

Tian Boguang had already stretched out his large, fan-like hand, with five fingers like hooks, and was grabbing at the back of the neck of a completely unsuspecting bald boy!

Shen An came here to visit the Hengshan Sect, so he naturally did not bring the ostentatious Xuan Tie Heavy Sword. He only had an ordinary Songshan Sect standard longsword hanging on his right waist.

At this moment, it is more suitable than that heavy sword.

Because it was too late to draw the sword!

Without hesitation, he didn't use his right hand to draw the sword. Instead, he reached his left hand to his right waist, grabbed the scabbard with his backhand, and yanked it off, breaking the strap. In the process, he also exerted force, sending the sword, blade and scabbard, flying towards Tian Boguang!

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