Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Chapter 113 A Coincidental Visit

It's not that he has a kind heart.

The gray-robed man could kill people and then run away.

But I plan to stay in Hangzhou for a few days.

You can't just kill someone in the street.

The other gray-robed man's expression changed; he knew he had encountered a formidable opponent and dared not act rashly.

He hurriedly helped his senior brother, who was crawling haphazardly on the ground, to his feet, and amidst the laughter and mockery of the onlookers, he slunk away with his tail between his legs.

Gao Yuan ignored them, only staring thoughtfully at their backs.

As the excitement died down, the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only a few people from the shops along the street discussing the two of them.

Such fights are all too common in the martial arts world.

In addition, the outcome was decided too quickly, and few people could discern the true skill level of both sides.

As Gao Yuan turned around.

The mute young man had already untied the rope around his neck and was bowing repeatedly to him, his face full of gratitude.

Gao Yuan helped him up, pointed to the restaurant, and gestured for them to go upstairs to talk.

The mute youth hesitated for a moment.

But then he thought that he was able to escape because of the young man's righteous rescue. The debt of gratitude for saving his life was heavier than Mount Tai, and he dared not refuse it.

He immediately nodded emphatically in agreement.

The two went upstairs one after the other.

The restaurant owner was also watching the commotion at the door. When he saw the young swordsman in white return, he greeted him with a big smile, not daring to ask a single question.

In short, talk less and observe more, and just keep your head down and get things done.

Especially when encountering江湖客 (jianghu ke, a term referring to people from all walks of life).

The waiter was very enthusiastic when serving the food, and although it was an ordinary dish, it was exceptionally delicious.

During the meal, the mute young man appeared somewhat nervous and remained silent throughout.

Gao Yuan was extremely curious about the reason why Xingxiu Hai was chasing him.

After a hearty meal.

Gao Yuan borrowed a pen and ink from the shopkeeper and wrote down what had happened. After asking around, he finally understood what had happened.

It turns out that the mute young man was named Dou Qi, a disciple of the Deaf-Mute School, who had been seeking refuge under the tutelage of the Congbian Master.

This time, I came to Hangzhou on my master's orders, but it was to bring a secret letter to Kang Guangling.

Gao Yuan was not surprised that the disciples of Xingxiuhai had appeared in the Jiangnan region, after all, Ding Chunqiu and Mantuo Manor had an inextricable relationship.

What he was truly curious about was the seal that the wise old man had Dou Qi pass on to Kang Guangling.

Gao Yuan didn't ask what was written in the letter.

Although they saved Dou Qi's life, given the loyalty of the deaf-mute disciples to the wise old man, he wouldn't tell them even if they asked.

When Gao Yuan wrote down his destination, which was also Kangfu, and asked to travel with him, Dou Qi was somewhat taken aback, but still nodded in agreement.

After the meeting, the two hurried towards the north side of the street.

With a familiar person leading the way, Gao Yuan saved himself the time of asking around.

After running for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Dou Qi was a little out of breath.

Finally, a huge mansion came into view, with a plaque hanging high that read "Kang Mansion".

but.

The gate, however, was tightly shut.

"Knock knock! Knock knock!"

Dou Qi slammed his fist on the door, his movements swift and decisive.

"No visitors, no visitors!"

"The master said he won't see anyone!"

"Please make yourself at home, and stop rudely knocking on the door; it's disturbing the peace!"

There were people inside the door. Although there were polite exchanges, their intentions to support the person were clear in their words.

Seeing Dou Qi's anxious expression, Gao Yuan said, "Open the door. The person who came here is your master's former comrade-in-arms."

"Go and inform Kang Dajia that someone from the deaf-mute group has come to visit, and see if he will try to make them leave!"

Upon hearing this, the tightly closed door creaked open.

The white-bearded old man guarding the gate took a closer look and realized that both of them were complete strangers.

However, since his master did indeed have connections with the Deaf and Mute Sect, he dared not be negligent and led the two of them inside.

Gao Yuan followed behind Dou Qi.

The white-bearded old man ran even faster and went inside to report.

A short while later, a man in his forties came out.

He was tall and upright, with a refined appearance and a dignified demeanor.

What is most impressive is his rather long and slender fingers.

Calluses are widely distributed on the fingers, and the fingertips and knuckles show prominent frenulum marks.

He's clearly a seasoned expert who has been immersed in the art of the zither for many years!

"Junior Brother Dou, what brings you here so suddenly? And who is this gentleman?"

He was in a hurry and had obviously forgotten that Dou Qi was deaf and mute. He started gesturing with his fingers as soon as he finished speaking.

The two compared notes for a while, during which the man's brows furrowed more and more, and he occasionally cast a scrutinizing glance at Gao Yuan.

After Dou Qi handed him the letter, he read it and immediately clasped his hands in greeting, his brows unfurrowing and his face beaming with enthusiasm: "Junior Brother Dou has explained the whole story. Our master's letter is of utmost importance, and we owe it all to your help, young hero. I am deeply grateful!"

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The young man before them looked youthful, but possessed an extraordinary air about him. He had saved Dou Qi's life, yet Kang Guangling did not underestimate him. Gao Yuan shook his head: "The matter on the long street was nothing more than a small favor, not worth mentioning."

This carefree and unrestrained attitude deeply resonated with Kang Guangling.

If the timing weren't so bad, I would definitely sit down and have a good drink.

"I heard from Junior Brother Dou that you, young hero, are also coming to pay a visit? May I ask what brings you here?"

Gao Yuan nodded slightly: "Mr. Kang, we need to speak in private."

"Um?"

Kang Guangling frowned deeply, seeing that his expression was solemn and not feigned.

After hesitating for a moment, he had the white-bearded old man lead Dou Qi down to rest, and led Gao Yuan through the long corridor to a secluded study on the west side.

Kang Guangling closed the door behind him and turned to ask, "Young hero, if you need my help, please feel free to ask. There is no one else here."

He misunderstood Gao Yuan's meaning.

Gao Yuan nodded and slowly said, "Xiaoyao is gone, and Qibao has gone into seclusion."

Kang Guangling's gaze sharpened, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

His brows furrowed even deeper, and his voice turned cold: "You saved my junior brother, and I, Kang, will naturally repay you handsomely. But if you cannot explain the reason behind this, don't blame me for bullying the weak and repaying kindness with enmity!"

As he spoke, he exuded an unparalleled aura!

His gentle eyes suddenly sharpened like knives, staring intently at the boy.

Before he could react, Gao Yuan revealed his background: "I am—well!—how so?"

"I am actually Mr. Congbian's senior uncle, well! Speaking of which, I can also be considered Mr. Kang's grandmaster."

Kang Guangling was stunned for a moment after hearing this, but his incomparable aura intensified, and his face was full of anger.

How dare they make fun of him?

My master only has two senior uncles, so where did the third one come from?

Besides, how old is our grandmaster?

All of them were elderly masters in their eighties and nineties. Where did this young junior brother come from?

"What an impudent brat, daring to take advantage of me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kang Guangling leaped to the table and gently stroked the zither on it.

"clank!"

A sudden, explosive sound, like tearing silk, erupted from the zither.

The force of the energy, accompanied by a sharp whistle, pressed down in layers of sound waves, like crashing waves, heading straight for Gao Yuan's face.

It is a superior combination of internal strength and musical knowledge!

Two notes of the piano reached his ears, but Gao Yuan did not react.

He neither dodged nor avoided, but merely flicked his wrist, the gentle breeze from his palm causing the energy of the zither music to fly out diagonally and crash into the book pavilion with a "bang".

A corner of the library exploded, sending splinters flying everywhere.

Kang Guangling felt a chill run down his spine, his ten fingers flew like butterflies, and the sound of the zither suddenly became denser.

Not to mention that the two in the study were locked in a fierce battle.

The main gate of the Kang Mansion.

Xu Ziyi and his two companions returned from the street.

The sound of the zither travels very far, and they heard the music in the front yard.

My heart skipped a beat.

In a moment of surprise, the sound of the zither began to rise and fall, becoming increasingly strange and unpredictable, stirring people's hearts and disrupting their inner energy.

Everyone's heart was pounding.

All the illusions in his mind were stirred by the music, and he immediately held his breath and concentrated.

Of the three, Abi had the lowest internal strength. She felt a wave of nausea and her right hand loosened, causing the nine-stringed zither she was holding to fall to the ground with a clatter.

If Tao Qingxuan hadn't rushed out to protect her, and if Xu Ziyi hadn't covered her ears, her internal energy would have been thrown into chaos.

"Senior brother! Senior sister! Master... Master is playing 'Sanskrit Chant of Universal Peace'!"

If the three of them remembered correctly, "The Sound of Brahma" was a song for attack and destruction.

"Who is he fighting against?"