Bright Sword: Conquer the monk at the beginning and take down Zhou Weiguo

"Qi Lin, you think too much." A familiar voice suddenly came from behind him, breaking his thoughts.

Guo Qilin turned and saw He Yuzhu standing there, smiling. There was a warmth in her eyes that always made him feel at ease. Ever since he inherited the responsibilities of Deyun Club, He Yuzhu had been silently supporting him, becoming his strongest backer. She never said much, but her presence always made him let go of the heaviness in his heart. At least in her presence, he could briefly be the carefree Guo Qilin again.

"Yuzhui, I'm a little uneasy." Guo Qilin lowered his head, with a hint of depression in his voice.

He Yuzhu walked up and patted him on the shoulder. "You are not alone. We are all here with you. Sometimes you may feel overwhelmed by responsibilities, but don't forget that you still have a lot. You are not alone."

Guo Qilin relaxed a little, but he still couldn't hide his inner anxiety. He knew that as the heir to Deyun Club, he shouldered not only the family's responsibilities but also the expectations of countless people. He had to repeatedly suppress his emotions just to fulfill a responsibility he had almost never actively chosen.

"You're right." He nodded gently and took a deep breath. "It's just that sometimes I feel like I'm walking on a tightrope. If I'm not careful, I'll fall off."

"But you are Guo Qilin." He Yuzhu smiled gently, "You are not someone who gives up easily."

Guo Qilin was slightly startled, then looked up at her, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. He knew that He Yuzhu was not just comforting him, but that she saw some strengths in him that he might have overlooked, and even potential that he had not yet discovered.

"You always look at me like this, which really makes me feel braver." Guo Qilin said in a low voice.

He Yuzhu smiled even deeper, "Because I know you are stronger than you think."

The two of them were silent for a moment, and Guo Qilin gradually felt a surge of strength he had never felt before. He knew that what he was about to face was not just the inheritance of Deyun Club, but also the realization of his true self. In the past, Guo Qilin was his father's pride and his master's favorite disciple, but now he was still a man with his own ideas and dreams.

"If you feel tired, tell me anytime." He Yuzhu broke the silence and patted Guo Qilin on the back. "No matter what happens, you are not fighting alone."

Guo Qilin smiled slightly, his eyes gradually regaining their firmness. He raised his head and looked out. The Deyun Club stage was quietly waiting for him. He knew that this was not just a simple performance, but a dialogue with his own heart, and the true beginning of his journey on the stage of life.

In the days that followed, Guo Qilin gradually found a sense of balance. As Deyun Club prospered, he gradually took over more responsibilities and became a trusted core figure among his fellow performers. However, every time he stepped onto the stage, he still felt an invisible pressure, as if the eyes of the world were watching his every move.

One evening, Guo Qilin stood backstage at Deyun Club, gazing at the bright lights in front of the stage, his heart still restless. He knew he could no longer simply enjoy the glory of the stage as he once did. Behind every laugh lay a huge responsibility, a responsibility that grew heavier as he grew older.

"What are you thinking about?" The voice of his master Guo Degang came from beside him, breaking Guo Qilin's meditation.

Guo Qilin turned around and saw his master standing there with his usual calm smile. Guo Degang's eyes were filled with deep wisdom. His gaze seemed calm, but he could always see through Guo Qilin's inner fluctuations.

"Master, I feel really confused sometimes." Guo Qilin's voice was low, with a sense of fatigue he had never felt before.

Guo Degang smiled slightly, walked forward, and patted Guo Qilin on the shoulder. "Are you tired? Then relax and take a break. Many times, confusion is just because you are too persistent. When people live in this world, they always have to experience some uncertainty before they can find themselves."

"But I dare not stop." Guo Qilin sighed, "I'm afraid that if I stop, everything will collapse."

"You don't have to carry it all alone." Guo Degang looked at him, his tone softening a little. "I also went through it alone back then, but now, I'm no longer alone. And neither will you."

Guo Qilin lowered his head in silence. He knew that his master's words, though simple, held profound truth. Everyone needed to face their own heart, and he, too, needed to learn how to reconcile with himself.

Gradually, Guo Qilin learned to carve out time from his busy schedule to reflect on his life and his goals. While he still faced a heavy workload and endless responsibilities every day, he finally understood one thing: responsibility doesn't have to make you lose yourself. Over time, he began to focus more on the things that had initially led him to this path.

One day, Guo Qilin stood on stage, listening to the laughter and applause from the audience. Suddenly, he understood something: He didn't need to bear all the pressure, nor did he have to push himself too far. As long as he held on to his dream, every moment on stage was worth cherishing.

Guo Qilin walked off the stage at Deyun Club, the rapturous applause still ringing in his ears. Unlike his glamorous onstage persona, his mood offstage was different. He gently pressed his brow, feeling a wave of fatigue welling up inside him. While his performances always garnered audience approval and the enthusiastic applause from the audience brought him a momentary sense of satisfaction, he knew that beneath that gratification lay an unavoidable responsibility and a sense of uncertainty about the future.

He returned backstage, shed his heavy costume, and felt a wave of relief. The warm light streaming through the backstage windows shone upon him, a feeling that was both comforting and a bit helpless. He knew it would be difficult for him to enjoy each performance as easily as before. Behind every laugh was the growing pressure and anxiety within him.

"Qi Lin, you did a great job." His master, Guo Degang, walked over with a hint of affirmation in his eyes. "When you stand on the stage, you are no longer that naive boy."

Guo Qilin lowered his head and smiled: "Thank you, Master. Today's performance went well."

"It's going smoothly, but I can see more than that in your eyes." Guo Degang's gaze penetrated him, as if he could see through his heart.

Guo Qilin was silent for a moment, then finally spoke: "I don't know if I've done well enough. Sometimes I feel like the laughter and applause from the audience puts a lot of pressure on me."

Guo Degang patted him on the shoulder gently: "You're right. Everyone has their own difficulties. Behind the glory on stage, there is not necessarily a carefree life. You should know that pressure is not a bad thing. On the contrary, it can help you make continuous progress."

Guo Qilin raised his head, a trace of confusion still on his face: "But sometimes, I am really afraid that I will lose control of everything."

"You'll lose control." Guo Degang's tone suddenly became serious. "Everyone will. You have to learn to let go. Not everything can be completely controlled. If you keep trying too hard to hold on, you'll lose it more easily."

These words hit Guo Qilin's heart like a hammer. He was used to being in control of everything, but Guo Degang's words made him understand that sometimes, you have to learn to let go, go with the flow, and accept all unexpected changes.

"Let go?" Guo Qilin repeated the word softly, as if thinking about its meaning.

Guo Degang nodded, his eyes gentle but profound: "Yes, letting go does not mean being irresponsible, but rather admitting that you cannot control everything, acknowledging your own limitations, and adapting to unforeseen changes."

Guo Qilin's thoughts gradually became consumed by these words. He suddenly understood that his ongoing nervousness and anxiety might stem from his obsession with perfection and his fear of uncertainty. Perhaps true courage lies in accepting these imperfections, learning to let go and facing them calmly.

"I'll try to relax." Guo Qilin nodded slightly, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

A satisfied smile appeared on the Master's face. "That's right. Only by accepting your own imperfections can you find greater strength."

As time went on, Guo Qilin gradually found his rhythm on stage. No longer overly nervous, he learned to calmly handle each performance, infusing his emotions into every joke. The audience could sense the change, with louder laughter and more enthusiastic applause.

Yet, despite this, his deep-seated anxiety hadn't completely dissipated. Every time he sat alone in his dressing room backstage after a performance, he still felt a tinge of loneliness and unease. Behind the glamorous stage presence lay bitterness and suffering that many people couldn't fathom.

That day, Guo Qilin was feeling particularly heavy-hearted. He walked from backstage into the Deyun Club's courtyard, gently pushed open the gate, and was greeted by a familiar scene: several old trees casting mottled shadows in the moonlight. At a stone table in the courtyard, several veteran disciples were discussing the arrangements for the next performance.

"Qi Lin, what's wrong? You don't look happy." He Yuzhu noticed his mood, walked over, and spoke with concern in his tone.

Guo Qilin shook his head gently: "Nothing, just a little tired."

"Take a break if you're tired," He Yuzhu advised softly, "You don't have to carry everything on your shoulders all the time. You are the heir of Deyun Club, but you don't live just for that identity. You are yourself, you have your own life, and you have your own dreams."

These words were like a warm light, illuminating Guo Qilin's heart. He looked at He Yuzhu, a complex emotion flowing in his eyes. He Yuzhu had always been his most solid support. No matter what difficulties he faced, she was always there to silently support him. Perhaps, in this complex world, what we can rely on is not just responsibility and status, but more importantly, those close to us who understand us and are willing to understand us.