Wandering Swordsman |

Ouyang Song and the others returned the greeting, their eyes revealing admiration and curiosity. Qin Wuyin's heroic bearing and Zhao Xue's gentle grace left a deep impression on everyone present.

Ouyang Song glanced at Qin Wuyin, his eyes revealing admiration, then nodded: "Let's go in and talk in detail. He Yun's mother should have already prepared the meal, let's all sit down and have a good chat."

Qin Wuyin smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Brother He, and all the seniors. Now that Brother He has arrived at the Sword Tomb safely, I have other important matters to attend to, so I will not stay any longer." His voice was steady and firm, and his eyes carried a hint of apology.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Song frowned slightly, clearly reluctant to part: "Young Master Qin, you have come from afar, why not stay and rest for the night? It's not too late to leave tomorrow."

Qin Wuyin gently shook her head, her tone sincere: "I appreciate your kindness, senior, but I do have matters to attend to and cannot stay any longer."

Seeing Qin Wuyin's resolute attitude, Ouyang Song felt regret but understood her difficulties: "Since that's the case, I won't force you to stay. I just hope we'll have the opportunity to meet again in the future."

Qin Wuyin clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your understanding, senior. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely come to visit again."

He Yun stepped forward, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Brother Qin, thank you so much for escorting me all the way. I wish you a safe journey."

Qin Wuyin smiled and patted He Yun's arm: "Brother He, I'm glad everything went well. You two take care too."

Zhao Xue also stepped forward and said softly, "Hero Qin, we will remember your kindness. We wish you a safe journey."

Qin Wuyin nodded in thanks: "Miss Zhao, thank you for your concern. Until we meet again."

After watching Qin Wuyin leave, Ouyang Song said to He Yun and Zhao Xue, "Let's go, Yun'er, let's go inside and talk things over. Your mother should have already prepared the meal, let's all sit down and have a good chat."

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting warm shadows on the wooden tabletop. Ouyang Song, seated at the head of the table, asked softly with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Where's Shen Mo? Yun'er, why didn't you bring him back with you?"

Upon hearing this, He Yun's expression turned somber, and he truthfully said, "Master, Brother Shen... he is no longer here." His voice was low and suppressed, and a trace of pain and regret flashed in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Song's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with deep regret and sorrow. He sighed and gently shook his head: "Alas, what a pity. Shen Mo was a good boy, I never expected things to turn out this way..."

After a moment, Ouyang Song suppressed his regret and continued to ask, "So, what happened at Jingtian Pavilion? Tell me in detail."

He Yun took a deep breath and began to recount the experiences of Jingtian Pavilion. He described how Jingtian Pavilion was attacked, who kidnapped Situ Daxia's daughter, and how his group fought back and finally managed to be safely cured of the poison.

As He Yun continued his narration, everyone's expressions grew increasingly serious, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

After listening to He Yun's account, Ouyang Song frowned, clearly realizing the seriousness of the situation. He looked around and said to the others, "Second Brother, Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Sixth Sister, Jing Tian Pavilion is in trouble now. In your opinion, shouldn't we help?"

Hong Youquan, one of the Two Swordsmen, spoke first, his voice firm and powerful: "Brother, no matter what, Master Situ was once the leader of the martial arts alliance. Moreover, the Black Wind Gang has actually dared to kidnap Master Situ's daughter. In my opinion, why don't we directly attack the Black Wind Gang's headquarters and fight for the righteous path of the martial arts world?"

Wan Yingqiu, one of the Three Swordsmen, nodded in agreement: "Eldest brother, I agree with what second brother said. The Black Wind Gang is so arrogant; if we don't stop them, the righteous path of the martial arts world will never have peace."

After a moment of contemplation, Zuo Jinlian, one of the Four Swordsmen, slowly spoke: "Brother, judging from the current situation, the Black Wind Gang is growing stronger. At this time, as a representative of the righteous sects of the martial arts world, Jingtian Pavilion has also been provoked. If we let this go unpunished, when the Black Wind Gang bullies us in the future, who will come to our rescue? We must take action to show our determination."

The Six Swordsman Shan Qinxi appeared more cautious. She frowned slightly, her tone calm but firm: "Big Brother, if I may be so bold as to say something unpleasant, we are currently keeping to ourselves with the Black Wind Gang. If we provoke them because of this, they might retaliate against us in the future. We need to consider things carefully and find a way to both save Jingtian Pavilion and avoid a larger conflict."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a figure appearing in the doorway. The person entered and said, "Sixth Sister's words are not without merit. Besides, our Sword Tomb has only separated from the Ming Cult for a little over ten years."

He Yun looked towards the door following the sound and saw a disheveled middle-aged man standing there. He wore a faded long robe, his hair was somewhat messy, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp, exuding a sense of composure and authority. His face showed a hint of fatigue, yet it could not conceal his heroic spirit.

He Yun immediately stood up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and shouted loudly, "Father!!!"

The man smiled slightly and replied, "Yun'er, what did you gain from sneaking out to roam the martial world this time?"

He Yun glanced at Zhao Xue beside him, then answered seriously, "Father, I've met all sorts of different people on this journey, and not everyone in the martial arts world is as bad as you and Father say."

Ouyang Song interjected, "Fifth Brother, stop teasing the child. If it weren't for this trip, we wouldn't have known that the Black Wind Gang had grown to such a great extent." His eyes held both approval and感慨 (a sense of感慨, a feeling of mixed emotions, including admiration and emotion).

Upon hearing this, He Quanying, one of the Five Swordsmen, frowned slightly and sighed, "Brother, my unworthy son has never been focused on learning martial arts from us since he was a child. And now, despite his poor skills, he still wants to go out and roam the martial world like others. How can I not be angry?" His tone was both reproachful and helpless.

Ouyang Song shook his head slightly and sighed, "If only my seventh brother were still here, I believe he would have been able to come up with a perfect plan." His voice was low, carrying a hint of undisguised nostalgia and regret.

Upon hearing Ouyang Song mention the name "Seventh Brother," He Yun's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked curiously, "Masters, I've never seen Seventh Uncle since I was old enough to understand things. I've never even heard you mention his name. Now that I'm a martial artist capable of traveling the world on my own, shouldn't you be able to tell me about Seventh Uncle?"

The atmosphere in the room instantly became heavy. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting warm shadows on the table, but it felt strangely desolate. Ouyang Song remained silent for a moment, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes, before finally speaking slowly: