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

Chapter 151 I'm shipping them!

This sword strike was incredibly fast! And incredibly ruthless!

Just as Tian Boguang was basking in the thrill of his impending success, he suddenly felt a chilling sword aura from behind that was enough to shatter his soul!

He was terrified. Without thinking, he rolled away in a clumsy, awkward manner.

"Sizzle!"

The sword light grazed his shoulder, and although it did not injure his flesh, the sharp sword energy had already torn a long gash in his clothes!

The longsword, its momentum undiminished, pierced deeply into the wall behind Tian Boguang with a muffled "thud." The blade continued to hum and vibrate, demonstrating the immense power it had exerted.

Tian Boguang, still shaken, turned around and looked back. When he saw the handsome and aloof face of the newcomer, he froze on the spot as if he had been frozen in place.

"Shen—Shen An?! How—how is it you?!"

He gasped in disbelief, his voice filled with utter shock.

Shen An has been gone from Hengyang for a long time, hasn't he?

Others might not know, but how could Tian Boguang not know that those two guys were imposters that day?

What is he doing here?

What will he think of me?

Countless chaotic thoughts exploded in his mind, turning his already unclear mind into a complete mess.

All he knew was that he didn't want to appear in front of Shen An.

He knew that since Shen An was here, there was no way he could kidnap Yi Lin before the old nun Ding Yi returned.

Tian Boguang suddenly turned around, pushed off with his feet, and tried to escape over the courtyard wall!

Shen An narrowed his eyes, pulled out the sword nailed to the wall, and chased after them.

Yilin had already closed her eyes, awaiting the outcome of being captured again, her heart filled with darkness.

However, the expected clutches did not fall. Instead, Tian Boguang's terrified, ghost-like cry rang in her ears: "Shen An?! It's you?!"

Shen An?!

It's him!

He came to save me again!

He really came to save me!

A tremendous, indescribable joy and excitement instantly dispelled all the fear in her heart.

That heart, which had been dormant, began to beat violently again at this moment!

She suddenly opened her eyes, and with great courage, turned her head back eagerly.

However, all she saw was a blurry blue figure climbing over the courtyard wall.

Is it him?

Why does it seem like Shen An isn't that tall?

But since it was Tian Boguang who said it, it must be true.

I must be seeing things.

It was him—

It really was him————

Although she couldn't see his face clearly, Yilin was already absolutely certain in her heart.

She knelt there, stunned, staring in the direction where the figure had disappeared, her heart a complete mess.

Joy, gratitude, shyness, and some other emotions she couldn't quite put her finger on—all these intertwined, instantly bringing two brilliant blushes to her already fair face.

Shortly after Shen An and Tian Boguang disappeared beyond the courtyard wall, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar, and the tall figure of Abbess Dingyi rushed back to the backyard like a whirlwind.

Before she even arrived, her angry and anxious cries rang out: "Yilin! Yilin! What's wrong?!"

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She had angrily chased after Tian Boguang and caught him, only to find that he knew absolutely no martial arts.

Dingyi immediately realized that he had fallen for a diversionary tactic, and he immediately set off for the inn, filled with regret.

He saw his most beloved little disciple kneeling on the ground, his monk's robe torn in several places and covered with dust and grass clippings, looking utterly disheveled.

But on her otherwise pure and flawless face, two abnormally vibrant blushes danced, and her large, bright eyes stared blankly beyond the courtyard wall, her gaze unfocused, her expression a mixture of joy and shyness—it was—

She looks like a young girl in the throes of first love!

On the wall not far in front of her, a sword sheath remained firmly embedded.

"Yilin!"

Abbess Dingyi rushed forward, grabbed Yilin's arm, looked her up and down, and asked anxiously, "Are you alright? Where is that lecherous thief? Did he hurt you?"

"Ah? Master—Master!"

Yilin was startled from her reverie by her master's voice. Upon seeing her master, a wave of fear and grievance washed over her. Her eyes reddened, and she threw herself into her master's arms, choking back tears, "Master, your disciple—your disciple almost—almost didn't get to see you again—"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Master is back."

Master Dingyi gently patted her back and softly comforted her, and the anxious heart finally settled down.

Once Yilin had calmed down a bit, she asked in a low voice, "What exactly happened? Where is that lecherous scoundrel, Tian Boguang?"

Yilin lifted her head from her master's embrace, wiped away her tears, and recounted the harrowing scene that had just unfolded. When she spoke of being driven to the brink of death, her voice still trembled uncontrollably.

But when she spoke of the flying sword that fell from the sky, of Tian Boguang's terrified cry, and of the blue-clad figure that had once again saved her, her voice unconsciously became lighter, and her eyes, which had just been crying, seemed to sparkle with starlight.

"—Upon seeing Shen An's younger brother—no, Shen An, the young hero, Tian Boguang fled. The young hero—he—he chased after him."

Master Dingyi listened quietly, but as Yilin narrated and she looked at her disciple, her expression grew increasingly solemn and gloomy.

Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense due to lingering fear, was now even more anxious than before.

It's Shen An again!

Why is it always him?!

Once could be a coincidence, twice—even twice could be considered fate, but this "fate" was the most tragic fate she ever wanted to see.

Master Dingyi's heart was filled with alarm bells; she had inquired carefully about this Shen An.

A good match my foot! This place is a nunnery!

Furthermore, according to rumors, Shen An is extremely philandering and has a particular fondness for young girls. It is said that he rescued one of his maids and then married her to her!

His precious disciple was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, having grown up within the mountain sect since childhood. He had never seen such a world of martial arts.

What are the methods used by the son?

Looking at Yilin's current absent-minded and love-struck appearance, where is there any trace of the pure heart of a nun? She has clearly fallen for him.

No! Shen An must never see Yi Lin again!

If they meet a few more times, I'm afraid this little girl will really be bewitched by him.

At that point, even Buddha wouldn't be able to save them.

Master Dingyi was on high alert, regarding Shen An as a number one enemy who was a hundred times more dangerous than Tian Boguang.

Her face was ashen as she helped Yilin up.

"Alright, let's leave it at that. I will thank that young hero Shen properly on your behalf. Don't inquire about him anymore, and don't even think about seeing him."

"Master—" Yilin was taken aback upon hearing this and looked at her master in confusion.

"Go back to your room!" Master Dingyi's face turned cold as she shouted sternly.

Yilin was startled by her master's unprecedentedly stern demeanor and dared not say another word. She could only lower her head in grievance and, with the help of her two senior sisters, return to her room.

Master Dingyi watched her disciple's departing figure and sighed deeply.

She walked to the wall, reached out and grasped the scabbard, and forcefully pulled it out of the wall.

Looking at the unique emblem of the Songshan Sect on the sword, she frowned and snorted coldly.

"Junior sister, now I understand. It's no wonder you can't forget this young hero Shen."

On the way back to Yilin's room, a senior female student couldn't help but say something.

Yilin looked up, her big, watery eyes wide with confusion as she stared at her senior sister.

"Yes." Another senior sister looked up. "Not only is he so unforgettable in appearance, but what he did was just like what's written in the stories."

"Yes, yes, he rushed to the backyard without hesitation, it was really—really—unforgettable."

Clearly, words like "handsome" and "elegant" were not the words this young master of the Hengshan Sect could utter.

Understanding the meaning behind their words, and thinking of Shen An's handsome and gentle features, Yi Lin blushed again.

"I have entered the Buddhist order, and all worldly desires are emptied. Why should I care about the beauty or ugliness of physical appearance? It was Young Hero Shen who saved me, and that's why I said, 'I know, I know.' Although my two senior sisters agreed verbally, they still had knowing expressions."