Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

At this time, the sky darkened, as if slowly covered by a huge piece of dark silk. Everything around was shrouded in a deep and mysterious silence. As night fell, the stars began to appear.

The whole world is immersed in a boundless ocean of tranquility. Everything is silent, with only the occasional chirping of night birds, which makes the night even more quiet and profound.

The breeze blows gently across the grass like a whisper, bringing a hint of coolness and tranquility, as if it is nature's most gentle comfort. The tips of the grass sway in the wind, making a rustling sound, like a soft humming, adding a bit of liveliness and vitality to this quiet night.

Hong Lingbo carefully served her injured master Li Mochou. Every movement she made revealed her deep respect and care for her master. Her dexterous and slender hands seemed especially gentle despite her busy schedule, for fear of accidentally disturbing her master's rest.

Hong Lingbo carefully made a simple bed with a layer of soft and thick grass. Although the bed was not luxurious, it was full of her care and warmth. Then, she gently helped Li Mochou lie down to rest, her eyes full of concern and admiration.

Li Mochou's slightly tired but still cool and beautiful face seemed even more otherworldly and awe-inspiring under the faint moonlight. Hong Lingbo stared at his master's pretty face with his beautiful eyes, revealing endless admiration and love.

Afterwards, Hong Lingbo carefully covered her master Li Mochou with a thin blanket, taking care of every detail to ensure that she could sleep comfortably. Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she was protecting a precious flower and didn't want it to get hurt in the slightest.

After completing all this, Hong Lingbo turned around and left, walking towards an open space not far away that was also covered with soft grass, choosing a position that was neither far nor close to her master Li Mochou.

This made it convenient for her to keep an eye on her master Li Mochou's injuries at any time without disturbing her rest. She lay down slowly, her body swaying slightly with the ups and downs of the soft grass, as if she was in a gentle cradle.

In that quiet and deep night, the sky was dotted with stars, and the moon hung like a silver plate, casting a soft and cool light. On the ground, the chirping of summer cicadas rose and fell, interweaving into an endless natural melody.

After Hong Lingbo completed her meticulous care for her master Li Mochou and made sure she went to bed safely, it was late at night and everything was quiet. She lay alone on the soft grass caressed by the moonlight.

Everything around her seemed to be immersed in a sweet dream; even the breeze around her carried a sense of tranquility and peace. However, in this quiet night, only her heart was like the surface of the sea that was suddenly swept up by an invisible gale.

The waves were surging and rolling endlessly, and it was difficult to find a trace of calm. They were like the layers of huge waves on the sea, beating against her heart again and again, making it impossible for her to sleep peacefully.

Because Hong Lingbo's mood at this moment was like a lake stirred by a strong wind, with waves rising and falling and difficult to calm down.

The tall and resolute figure of Xu Xingchen kept appearing in her mind. He was the man who stepped forward without hesitation in times of crisis and protected her and her seriously injured master from evacuation with a fearless attitude.

"I don't know where he is now? Has he escaped from that thrilling confrontation?"

Hong Lingbo's heart was filled with endless worries and concerns. She wished so much to see him again, confirm his safety, and thank him in person. However, reality separated her and him, making it impossible for her to get any news about him.

For a moment, Hong Lingbo's thoughts seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, like fallen leaves blown by a strong wind, floating around, with nowhere to go, and those questions about Xu Xingchen.

It was like a huge rock pressing heavily on her chest, making her feel suffocated.

Hong Lingbo tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths, but the deep worry and concern always followed her like a shadow, and would not go away, and did not diminish in the slightest with the passage of time.

"Will he...will he...will he be injured in that fierce battle?"

As soon as this thought came to her mind, it was like a dark cloud in the dark night, instantly covering Hong Lingbo's heart. However, she quickly shook her head and drove this ominous premonition out of her mind.

"That shouldn't be the case, right? After all, he is a legendary figure in the martial arts world known as 'Master Wuhen'! His martial arts skills are outstanding, and his swordsmanship is even more superb. He has been able to find a glimmer of hope in desperate situations many times."

However, the slight comfort given by reason, like the flickering candlelight in the night sky, could not completely dispel the surging worries like the tide in Hong Lingbo's heart.

Because Hong Lingbo knew better than anyone that the enemy Xu Xingchen was facing this time was by no means an ordinary person. They were the three members of the Wu family, father and son, who had an irreconcilable feud and deep hatred with his master Li Mochou.

"Faced with such a powerful opponent, even if he is known as [Master Wuhen] in the current martial arts world, can he really...really handle it?"

Hong Lingbo's voice gradually became as thin as a thread, as if it was a whisper gently blown away by the night wind. It was almost a silent prayer in the deepest part of his soul, and every thought was entangled with deep concern and expectation for Xu Xingchen.

She hoped that the God in the universe could hear her sincere wish and protect the person she cared about so much so that he could stay away from all dangers and return safely.

In this long and endless night that seemed to have frozen time, Hong Lingbo's heart was tightly wrapped in an indescribable anxiety, and her every minute and every second was filled with endless worry about Xu Xingchen's safety.

It was an emotional burden so heavy that it almost suffocated her. Hong Lingbo tried to close her eyes, hoping to find a quiet place in the endless darkness that could soothe her soul and allow her mind to relax and calm down for a moment.

However, even as she lingered on the edge of consciousness, those scenes of today's thrilling life-and-death battle continued to replay in Hong Lingbo's mind like a kaleidoscope.

Every detail was infinitely magnified, as clear as if it was happening right in front of him, Xu Xingchen's fearless figure, his courage at the critical moment, and the tacit understanding between them that could be deeply understood without words...

All this made Hong Lingbo unable to truly fall asleep. The emotions of gratitude and concern intertwined in her heart into a complex web, which was both warm and painful. Gratitude and concern for Xu Xingchen were intertwined.

Just when Hong Lingbo was heavy with worries and felt as if his heart was weighed down by a heavy stone, he was extremely worried whether Xu Xingchen could successfully escape from that dangerous environment.

Her thoughts seemed to be shrouded in endless darkness, and every minute and every second was spent in agony. Suddenly, a faint but seemingly extremely familiar voice, like a breeze, quietly and silently penetrated into her tense ears.

That voice, with an indescribable sense of intimacy, was like an affectionate call that pierced through layers of fog and long distance, penetrating the heavy haze in Hong Lingbo's heart.

At this moment, her anxious mood miraculously caught a glimmer of hope, just like a ship lost in the vast ocean, finally seeing the flickering lighthouse in the distance, guiding her in the direction of progress.

"young married woman!!"

This affectionate and urgent cry, like the brightest star in the night sky, penetrated the inky silence, broke through the darkness and desolation around it, and directly hit Hong Lingbo's heart, which was already full of worries.

This voice was warm and familiar, carrying an indescribable emotional power. She was very familiar with it. It was Xu Xingchen's call, gentle enough to melt the ice, yet with a hint of anxiety and worry.

Hong Lingbo moved at the sound. Her mood, which had originally seemed heavy due to her numerous thoughts, was deeply moved by a sudden and inexplicable force at this moment. She suddenly raised her little head.

A pair of bright eyes flashed with a mixture of expectation and doubt, like the most brilliant fireworks in the night sky, both beautiful and unpredictable. The little head couldn't help but look around carefully in all directions.