Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

Han Xinyu's heart was indeed full of gratitude. Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) help to her was undoubtedly a helping hand when she needed it most. However, in addition to gratitude, there was an indescribable emotion hidden in her heart.

This emotion made Han Xinyu's mood at the moment even more complicated. She had deep respect for Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) in front of her, but there seemed to be a little bit of warmth and touching that was beyond ordinary kindness.

In this world with strict class divisions, it is undoubtedly a great honor for Han Xinyu to receive the favor and care of a young man of such a noble status.

“Miss Han, you don’t have to do this.”

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) spoke in a gentle but firm voice and gently waved his hand, indicating to Han Xinyue in front of him that there was no need for excessive courtesy. In this era of etiquette, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo)'s behavior seemed particularly easy-going and casual.

Mrs. Han and Han Xinyuen in front of them had originally prepared many farewell words, wanting to express their importance and gratitude for Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) visit, but Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) generally relaxed attitude made their preparations seem a little redundant.

Mrs. Han was slightly stunned, with a hint of surprise and confusion in her eyes. She obviously did not expect Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) to leave so directly, while Han Xinyu knew something about Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) character.

He knew that this distinguished young man did not like excessive courtesy and affectation, so he did not show too much surprise, but in his heart he still admired Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo)'s humility and approachability.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) had a calm and polite look in his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips. He appeared confident yet humble. He bowed again to Madam Han and Han Xinyue in front of him.

"Farewell!"

His voice was clear and firm. As he finished speaking, he leaned forward slightly, clenched his right fist and gently placed it on his left palm, performing a traditional farewell gesture with smooth and respectful movements.

Afterwards, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) spoke softly to Qing'er who was following him.

"Qing'er, let's go!"

"Good boy!"

Hearing the voice, Qing'er answered happily.

A brilliant smile appeared on Qing'er's pretty face. Her smile was so pure and innocent, as if it could wash away all the troubles in the world. Her eyes were sparkling with expectation, as if she was looking for some miracle worth looking forward to.

Dressed in light clothes, Qing'er is like a freely flying swallow. Her long hair dances in the wind like the Milky Way flowing in the night sky. Her lively temperament blends perfectly with the natural scenery around her, as if she is a part of the night, complementing the starlight.

Qing'er's steps were light and powerful, as if every step was in line with the rhythm in her heart. Her figure looked particularly agile in the faint sunlight, like a cheerful little deer, shuttling through the hazy ancient road.

Her eyes closely followed the back of her own son Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo), a look full of respect and dependence, as if no matter whether the road ahead was full of thorns or flowers, as long as he was there, nothing would be a problem.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) moved forward with a calm attitude. His steps were firm and every step seemed well thought out, as if he was thinking about something deeper.

The master and servant walked one after the other on the stone road forgotten by time. Everything around them was immersed in tranquility and harmony. The ancient trees on the roadside still stood tall, as if witnessing the stories of countless passers-by.

At this moment, the wind around her blew gently, lifting her hair. Han Xinyu's heart was filled with complex emotions. Her slender jade hand gently held the jade pendant that Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) handed to her. This jade pendant was not only a precious gift, but also a deep trust and expectation.

It was as smooth as jade, with a faint luster, as if it could illuminate her future path. A complex light flickered in the depths of Han Xinyu's beautiful eyes, and she stared at Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo)'s back.

As the distance increased, his figure gradually became blurred, but the strength and courage he gave her became clearer and clearer in her heart. She knew that this noble young man not only gave her hope for the revival of her family, but also conveyed his trust and expectations for her without words.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo)'s back gradually walked away, but what he left behind was not only his back, but also the invisible influence that caused subtle changes in Han Xinyu's state of mind.

the other side.

Jing'er followed her son Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) with light steps. Her heart was full of curiosity and hesitation. Her heart was beating abnormally fast, as if telling her that the answer to this question was of great significance to her.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) stood tall and straight, his steps were steady and calm, as if every step was following the rhythm of fate. Jing'er looked at her young master's back, the doubts in her heart grew stronger, and curiosity finally overcame her hesitation.

"Master, the jade pendant you just gave to Miss Han is... the jade pendant that you just lost and then found?"

Jing'er's voice was a little shy, and although she spoke hesitantly, her clear eyes looked straight at Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo), expecting his answer.

Her voice floated gently in the night sky, like a breeze blowing across the lake, causing ripples. Qing'er knew that this question might involve the private affairs of her own son Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo).

But Jing'er didn't know why, but she couldn't help but want to know whether the jade pendant given to Han Xinyue was the treasure that her master had lost and found again.

When Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) heard this, he turned around slightly. A faint smile flashed in his eyes, which was a light of tolerance and understanding. He reached out and gently patted Jing'er's shoulders and said softly.

"What's going on in your little head?"

His voice was soft and teasing, as if he was teasing Jing'er's childishness, or comforting her curiosity. Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo)'s words were full of doting, which made Jing'er's pretty face blush involuntarily.

At this moment, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) did not choose to directly answer Jing'er's question, but lightly passed it over with this sentence. Without stopping, he continued to walk forward as soon as he finished speaking.

Jing'er looked at the back of her own son Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) with her beautiful eyes. Although the doubts in her heart were not resolved, the relaxed attitude and doting tone made her feel inexplicably at ease.

She knew that her young master's mind was always so unfathomable, but his actions were always full of wisdom and foresight. She smiled and quickly followed the pace of her young master Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo), her heart full of curiosity and expectation for the future.

After a while.

As the sun gradually sets, the golden sunlight shines on the high walls and eaves of Pingyang Marquis Mansion, making it look exceptionally brilliant. The entire mansion seems to be covered by a layer of soft and warm golden gauze, adding a bit of solemnity and mystery.

The sunlight penetrated the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the bluestone path, making every corner of the entire mansion seem full of vitality.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) and his servant Jing'er returned to the [Marquis of Pingyang] Mansion. They walked through the gate and stepped into this poetic world. In the garden of the mansion, all kinds of flowers competed with each other in beauty, colorful and fragrant.

The carefully trimmed flower hedges are arranged very neatly, and each flower seems to welcome people in its own way. The water on the rockery is gurgling, and the clear stream flows slowly from the mountain, making a peaceful sound.

It is like a gentle country tune, with small bridges, flowing water and houses, and a quaint wooden bridge spanning over the artificial stream, blending with the surrounding scenery, revealing a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere everywhere.

At this time, on the street of Pingyang Hou Mansion, a tall building was particularly eye-catching. Its eaves were finely carved and had flying eaves and pointed corners, all of which made the tall building look particularly majestic and solemn.

In a corner of this high-rise building, an inconspicuous small window was gently pushed open a tiny gap. Although this window was inconspicuous, it was in an excellent location, just enough to overlook the situation on the street.