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

Chapter 156 If I could grow old with you

Shen An didn't seem to mind not being able to explain the Huiyan Tower matter clearly; he could always talk about it another time.

After all, Tian Boguang has already been captured by him, so what other changes could possibly occur?

"Brother An, Brother An, quickly see what good things this old nun gave us!"

Qu Feiyan, who was standing to the side, couldn't wait to open the two packages.

"Be polite, call her Master —"

As the package was unpacked layer by layer, Qu Feiyan's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open. She first picked up an antique-looking jade bottle, uncorked it, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance instantly filled the entire hall.

"Heavenly Fragrance Rejuvenating Glue!" she exclaimed.

Shen An's heart stirred. This was the Hengshan Sect's most prized healing medicine, said to be able to revive the dead and heal bones, and was extremely rare and valuable on the market.

Then, she picked up an exquisite wooden box from another package, opened it, and found several shiny black pills inside.

"And there's also the White Cloud Bear Bile Pill! Wow! These medicines, even if you're seriously injured, Brother An, can keep you alive for a second!" Qu Feiyan exclaimed in amazement.

Shen An took the medicinal herbs and looked at them, his brows furrowing slightly.

The Heavenly Fragrance Healing Glue and the White Cloud Bear Bile Pill are indeed renowned healing remedies in the martial arts world, priceless treasures.

But—it's a bit too expensive.

But Master Dingyi just casually gave it away, as if she was afraid I wouldn't accept it. She came and went in a hurry, avoiding me like the plague. What does that mean?

I can't figure it out, I just can't figure it out.

The area around the Liu residence has a completely different atmosphere.

The tall walls of the mansion isolated the hustle and bustle of the city. The carriages and horses in front of the gate were orderly, and all those coming and going were famous figures from the martial arts world, all of whom were guests who came to offer their congratulations.

After passing through several corridors adorned with red silk, a young Hengshan disciple finally couldn't contain his curiosity and asked softly, "Master, why were you in such a hurry just now? That Senior Brother Shen—he seemed to have something to say to you."

Master Dingyi did not pause in her steps.

"I've said my piece, what do I care what he does?" she said coldly. "What good things could he possibly say? He's just trying to use this opportunity to get closer to you and subtly inquire about your junior sister Yilin's whereabouts."

The disciple was taken aback upon hearing this and dared not say anything more.

Master Dingyi inwardly snorted coldly. That boy surnamed Shen, in public he appeared to be a virtuous gentleman, and his actions were quite upright.

He is upright and honest, yet he is accompanied by such a charming and seductive young girl. When they first met, his eyes were clearly searching for Yilin. He is clearly a hypocritical and philandering man!

She had seen many such people, and she absolutely could not allow her innocent and naive disciple to fall into their trap.

Before long, the back courtyard of the Liu family mansion came into view.

Liu Zhengfeng was busy entertaining guests in the front hall at the moment, and Master Dingyi did not disturb him. She entered the back house with familiarity and went straight to the courtyard where the women were resting. The stewards and servants did not stop her when they saw that it was her.

At this moment, Yilin was sitting side by side with a girl of similar age dressed in brocade dress. Without a doubt, this girl could only be Liu Jing, Liu Zhengfeng's beloved daughter.

Liu Jing was resting her chin on her hand, her big, dark eyes filled with curiosity and confusion as she asked Yi Lin about Buddhism.

"Master Yilin, Buddhist scriptures often say, 'Form is emptiness, emptiness is form,' but what woman doesn't love beauty? If physical appearance is truly unimportant, then—then why do men in the world always look at a woman's appearance first?"

Girls of this age are full of curiosity about everything in the world, especially about the hazy, half-understood feelings between men and women.

Upon hearing this, Yilin clasped her hands together, her expression solemn, and explained softly, "Benefactor Liu, the 'form' spoken of in Buddhism does not refer solely to facial features, but rather to all tangible things. The physical body is nothing but a stinking carcass, and beauty is but a skeleton. People value the physical body because they are misled by appearances and cannot see through its illusory nature—"

As she was speaking, her voice unconsciously lowered, and without warning, a pair of eyes and eyebrows appeared in her mind.

Her eyes and brows held a smile, which, though teasing, always made people feel at ease.

"—Master Yilin? Little Master?" Liu Jing noticed that she had suddenly become lost in thought as she spoke, so she couldn't help but wave her small hand in front of her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Ah—it's nothing." Yilin suddenly snapped out of her reverie, a faint blush rising on her fair cheeks. She quickly composed herself and continued, "Physical appearance is ultimately fleeting. Even the most beautiful face will fade. When beauty fades, love wanes; when love wanes, affection ends. How can a relationship based on such things last?"

Liu Jing seemed to understand, but not quite. She blinked and interpreted it in her own way: "Oh—I get it! In other words, physical appearance isn't that important. What's most important is a person's sincerity, right? If someone can love you without being swayed by physical beauty, and is willing to support you through life when you're old and gray—that's what we should truly ask for, isn't it?"

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

sincere----

The image of that blue figure reappeared before her eyes.

In the backyard of the "Youjian Inn," he appeared when Tian Boguang was almost within reach. When Tian Boguang fled for his life, it was he who, without the slightest hesitation, resolutely chased after him.

If he weren't such a handsome and good-looking person, would my sincerity and gratitude towards him have changed?

It won't change.

For some reason, Yilin was so determined.

If only—if only I could support such a person and walk through this life with them—

No! What am I thinking!

Amitabha! What a sin! What a sin!

Yilin's heart was filled with a mixture of emotions, like a bottle of mixed flavors spilled over. Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty tastes all rushed up at once.

She was jolted awake from that dangerous reverie, feeling her cheeks burning and her heart pounding like a drum.

She dared not continue thinking along these lines, and suddenly exclaimed, "My benefactor, you must know that from love arises sorrow, from love arises fear. If one is free from love, there is neither sorrow nor fear."

She recited the scriptures quickly and urgently, as if using the proverbs from the Buddhist scriptures to suppress the restless spirit within her that was about to break free.

Fierce beasts.

Liu Jing was startled by her sudden loud voice. After a moment, she muttered softly, "Little Master, when you recited this scripture, your brows were furrowed even more tightly than mine—"

Yilin's face flushed bright red instantly, the color spreading from her cheeks all the way to her ears.

She could no longer sit still. She hurriedly stood up, frantically straightening her perfectly pressed monk's robe: "I'm going out for a bit, I'm going—I'm going—"

I can't come up with anything else.

Fortunately, just then, a familiar voice came from the doorway.

"You don't need to live in fear anymore."

Then, Abbess Dingyi slowly walked in.

"Master!" Yilin saw her master as if she had seen a savior, and quickly stepped forward to bow.

Looking at her disciple's absent-minded appearance, Master Dingyi knew exactly what she was thinking, and felt both angry and pained.

She reached out and gently patted Yilin's shoulder, saying in a deep voice, "That lecherous scoundrel Tian Boguang has already been captured by Shen An."

Upon hearing this, Yilin's heart skipped a beat!

Tian Boguang—was captured by Shen An?

Her first reaction wasn't relief that the lecherous thief had finally been caught, but rather—

Was he injured?