The Young Swordsman of Dalu

After having breakfast, Wenfei and Shangguan Xingyun bid farewell to Daoist Wuyou and Abbess Wuyi and set off for Wenxian Pavilion.

As Abbess Wuyi leaned against the bed, she was also reluctant to let Shangguan Xingyun leave her. After all, Shangguan Xingyun had grown up with her since she was twelve years old, and their relationship had already transcended that of master and disciple.

"I'm reluctant to part with her!" Master Wuyou asked, looking at Abbess Wuyi's reluctant expression.

“Xingyun is too heavy-hearted. He keeps everything to himself and suffers alone. It’s heartbreaking to see him like this,” said Abbess Wuyi.

“Young people all have to go through certain things. Didn’t we all go through this age?” Master Wuyou said.

"You noticed?" Master Wuyi asked.

"What did I see?" Master Wuyou asked.

"Senior brother! You always pretend to be ignorant even when you know the truth. You've been doing this for so many years!" Master Wuyi complained.

"Alright! I'll stop teasing you! I know Wenjie likes you as his disciple, but there's nothing I can do to help! I can only worry. Besides, the Wen family and the Liang family are already engaged, so I can't say anything more. We can only offer some advice on matters between young people, and we can't say anything else," said Daoist Wuyou.

"Xingyun is so worried because of Miss Liang. She doesn't want to hurt others, so she can only suffer herself," said Abbess Wuyi with heartache.

"You mean she also likes Wenjie, but she rejected him because of Miss Liang?" Master Wuyou said.

“Yes! Otherwise, would Yun be so gloomy? You men just don’t understand women’s minds,” said Abbess Wuyi.

“It’s because you women’s minds are too hard to fathom!” Master Wuyou retorted.

"Senior brother, you're so annoying! Even at this age, you still won't give in to me!" Master Wuyi said coquettishly.

"I've given in to you my whole life!" Master Wuyou said, feigning grievance.

"I'm angry!" said Abbess Wuyi.

“My dear junior sister! We missed the best of times, and I hope these young people won’t miss out on the same opportunities,” said Master Wuyou.

"I hope so!" Master Wuyi sighed.

On his way to Wenxian Pavilion, Wenjie passed through a place called Lujiazhuang.

As soon as Wenjie entered the village, he saw people on the street helping each other, some even needing to be carried on stretchers. Wenjie stopped an old man and asked, "Grandpa, what happened to you? Are you so badly injured?"

"A strange man who claimed to be the number one swordsman in the northern desert passed through our village. He heard from the villagers that everyone in our village was a martial arts master, so he issued a challenge to the entire village, forcing everyone in the village to fight him. No one was left out, men, women, young and old," the old man said.

“You were injured by the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert!” Wenjie said.

"Yes! Although our village has a tradition of practicing martial arts, it's for health and fitness, not for fighting. So many people from our village ganged up on him, yet we still lost. Look at the wounded and crippled ones. That man was too cruel; he didn't even spare the children. What's most infuriating is that he used hidden weapons to injure people," the old man said sadly.

"He's not here to compete; he's clearly here to provoke our Great Lu Kingdom!" Wenjie said through gritted teeth. "I must find him and settle this score with him."

"That swordsman's moves are a bit unorthodox; you should be careful if you encounter him," the old man said.

"Grandpa, did you notice where he went?" Wenjie asked.

"It seems they're heading towards the Western Continent," the old man said.

"Oh no! He's really going to Wenxian Pavilion," Wenjie said.

Before leaving, Wenjie gave the old man some wound medicine, and the old man thanked him profusely.

Wenfei and Shangguan Xingyun rode their horses one after the other, heading north.

Shangguan Xingyun was filled with worry the whole way. Her master had asked her to go to Wenxian Pavilion with Wenfei. How would she avoid Wenjie when they met? And Liang Feiyan was also at Wenxian Pavilion. How would the three of them get along? Just thinking about it gave her a headache.

Wen Fei paid no attention to Shangguan Xingyun's emotions along the way. He was only thinking about seeing Li Weishi soon, and he was quite excited. He wondered how that tomboy was doing. A few days ago, he had written Li Weishi a letter, filled with stories of his trip to the South China Sea, without revealing a single trace of his longing for her. Because of this, when Li Weishi received Wen Fei's letter, she was so angry that she didn't practice her martial arts all day, internally cursing Wen Fei for being such a blockhead.

Wen Fei was so eager to see Shangguan Xingyun that he kept patting his horse's rump all the way, completely forgetting about her. By the time he remembered her, Shangguan Xingyun was already far behind.

Wenfei had to stop and wait for Shangguan Xingyun. Shangguan Xingyun caught up and said, "Wenfei, you don't need to worry about me. You have what you need."

“No, that won’t do! My two senior uncles are entrusting you to me. I can’t bear the responsibility if anything happens to you. It’s also my fault for always traveling alone and neglecting you. I’m sorry, Miss Shangguan,” Wenfei said.

"Let's hurry on our way!" Shangguan Xingyun said.

"Miss Shangguan, please go first," Wen Fei said.

Shangguan Xingyun squeezed the horse's back with his leg, and the horse galloped away. Wen Fei followed closely behind Shangguan Xingyun, heading north.

Now, let's talk about the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert. After a series of fights and mischiefs, he arrived in the Western Continent. Once there, he asked everyone he met if there were any heroes or chivalrous figures in the area. The people of the Western Continent all knew that the Wenxian Pavilion on Wangtian Cliff was full of talented people. It was a gathering place for many famous swordsmen, knights, and heroes with various unique skills. Most importantly, it was also home to Li Chaoyang, the number one warrior of their Great Lu Kingdom. When the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert heard the people of the Western Continent boasting about him, he immediately decided to go to Wangtian Cliff and Wenxian Pavilion. He wanted to challenge the entire Wenxian Pavilion.

The top swordsman of the Northern Desert quickly left Xizhou City and headed towards Wangtianya. Thanks to his exceptional lightness skill, he soon arrived at the foot of Wangtianya.

At the entrance to Wangtianya Mountain, two gatekeepers stood guard. The number one swordsman of the Northern Desert ignored them and was about to climb the mountain. The two boys blocked his way. He glanced at them and then struck them with both palms. The two boys had no time to dodge and were knocked to the ground. He clapped his hands and walked up the mountain.

The injured child lying on the ground took out a signal arrow from his pocket and fired it with a "whoosh." Soon, the signal was received on the mountain, indicating that someone was attacking the mountain.

The entire Wenxian Pavilion immediately entered a state of tense preparation. Li Chaoyang led everyone to the front hall, where Li Wei and Liang Feiyan also arrived.

"Grandpa! Is anyone attacking the mountain?" Li Wei asked.

“It should be!” Li Chaoyang said.

"Master! Someone is coming towards Wenxian Pavilion!" A young boy rushed in from outside.

"Is he all alone?" Li Chaoyang asked.

"Based on observation, it is one person," the boy said.

"Let him up!" Li Chaoyang said calmly.

"How dare someone barge into Wenxian Pavilion all by themselves!" The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves.