Wandering Swordsman |

The burly men were stunned by what they saw. They hadn't expected that an ordinary-looking old man would possess such high-level martial arts skills. Shen Mo secretly admired the old man's abilities, but remained vigilant, ready to deal with any possible unforeseen events.

Only after the old man made his move did Liu Ming realize the situation was dire. Enduring the sharp pain in his chest, he quickly knelt down and begged for mercy in a trembling voice, "Old hero, I have been very rude just now, please forgive me."

The old man's gaze was cold and stern. He chuckled lightly, then glanced at He Yun, who lay unconscious on the ground, and sighed to Liu Ming, "You've injured my disciple so badly, do you think I'll let you off?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Ming felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He raised his head and said in an almost pleading tone, "Old hero, I know I was wrong. Please have mercy and spare my life."

The old man ignored Liu Ming's pleas for mercy, his gaze remaining cold. He slowly raised his hand and struck Liu Ming on the back of the neck. Liu Ming's body stiffened, then he slumped to the ground, unconscious.

At this moment, He Yun, lying on the ground, mustered all his strength to slowly turn his head and shift his gaze to the old man. The instant his eyes met the old man's, a few words slowly escaped He Yun's lips: "Master..."

After saying those words, He Yun completely fainted. His body collapsed weakly to the ground, his breathing shallow, but his heart was still preoccupied with the arrival of his master.

When He Yun opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in bed, with the old man he called "Master" sitting beside him. He opened his eyes slightly and saw the familiar face, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

"Master..." He Yun's voice was still weak, but the gratitude in his eyes was overflowing.

When the old man saw He Yun wake up, a kind smile appeared on his face: "Yun'er, you're finally awake."

He Yun struggled to sit up, but his body was still weak. He said softly, "Master, what brings you here?"

The old man asked He Yun, who had just woken up, "Yun'er, how are you feeling now?"

He Yun smiled slightly, his voice still a little hoarse: "I feel pretty good now... Master, I remember last night..."

Just then, Shen Mo and Zhao Xue walked in from outside. Shen Mo seemed to have overheard the conversation and quickly went to He Yun's bedside, asking with concern, "Brother He, you're finally awake. Are your injuries any better?"

Seeing Shen Mo and Zhao Xue, He Yun felt a surge of warmth in his heart and said softly, "Brother Shen, last night..."

Shen Mo then said, "Brother He, if it weren't for your master appearing and saving everyone last night, we would all probably have met with misfortune."

Upon hearing this, He Yun was shocked and turned to look at his master, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Master, it is thanks to your timely arrival that the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Upon hearing this, the old man shook his head and replied to Shen Mo, "Ah~ young brother, you flatter me. I was just helping out casually. It's my disciple who has probably caused you a lot of trouble."

Shen Mo waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, there was no trouble at all. On the contrary, we caused Brother He a lot of trouble."

Seeing the sincerity in Shen Mo's eyes and the respect he showed for He Yun in his tone, the old man nodded with satisfaction.

Zhao Xue, standing to the side, looked at He Yun with concern and said gently, "Yes, Young Master He is an upright man with a chivalrous heart. He is definitely not the kind of person who would cause trouble." Her eyes were full of worry for He Yun.

As soon as Zhao Xue finished speaking, Wang Ruoling helped Master Wang into the house. Wang Ruoling's face showed signs of fatigue, but her eyes shone with gratitude. She smiled slightly and said, "Young Master He, if it weren't for your help last night, we would all have met with misfortune. In short, I thank you here."

He Yun felt a surge of warmth in his heart when he saw Wang Ruoling and Master Wang enter. He smiled slightly and said softly, "Hehe, Miss Wang, there's no need to be so polite. Besides, it was my master who arrived in time to save everyone. Otherwise, even I..."

After He Yun finished speaking, he seemed to remember something and then introduced everyone: "Master, Miss Wang, Brother Shen, Miss Zhao. I forgot to introduce you all. This old man is my master—Ouyang Song."

Master Wang was startled and immediately asked the old man, "May I ask if you are the great swordsman Ouyang Song from the Sword Tomb?"

The old man smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "Sir, you are truly knowledgeable, even knowing my humble name. That's right, it is indeed I."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Master Wang's eyes. He quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply: "Hero Ouyang, I have long admired your name. Although I am a businessman and have no involvement in the martial arts world, I have heard the rumors circulating in the Jianghu: the Seven Star Sword Formation of the Sword Tomb is indestructible. And the sword techniques of each of the seven famous swords corresponding to their respective masters are all unique. Among the seven sword masters, the one with the highest sword technique is undoubtedly the leader of the Seven Swords—Ouyang Song. It is truly an honor to meet you today."

Ouyang Song smiled and waved his hand, saying modestly, "You flatter me, sir. The Seven Swords are no longer what they used to be. And I'm an old man now; the martial world should belong to the young. I won't interfere any further."

Seeing his master receiving such high honors, He Yun felt a surge of pride, but then a sense of unease crept in. He asked softly, "Master, why did you come to Beiping? How are my father and mother?"

Ouyang Song's expression immediately turned serious, and a hint of reproach appeared in his eyes: "Yun'er, your father, your other four masters, and I were all worried sick about you when you secretly ran away from the Sword Tomb this time. After discussing it with them, we were worried that you lacked experience in the martial world and that something might happen to you, so we split up to look for you."

Upon hearing this, He Yun was startled. He lowered his head and said with some guilt, "Master, I'm sorry for making you worry. I just wanted to come out and gain some experience, but I didn't expect to encounter so much trouble."

Ouyang Song sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Yun'er, your intentions are good, but the world is dangerous, and it's not something you can adapt to overnight. This experience has taught you a lot. Fortunately, you were able to escape unharmed thanks to the help of these friends."

He Yun listened to Ouyang Song's lecture, his face slightly flushed, and he said somewhat embarrassedly, "Master, don't worry. I'm perfectly fine, aren't I? Besides, I've never left the Sword Tomb before, so coming out this time is a good opportunity to broaden my horizons."

Ouyang Song looked at He Yun, his eyes filled with both reproach and affection: "Yun'er, why have you come here?"

He Yun composed himself and said earnestly, "Master, I heard that the Jingtian Pavilion in Changbai Mountain will hold a grand gathering in the middle of the twelfth lunar month, so I am on my way to Changbai Mountain. On the way, I passed through this place and couldn't bear to see the bully's evil deeds last night, so I decided to help him. In the end, I can only blame my lack of skill."