Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 751 - 52 The Moonlight of That Year (7752 Combined 1)_4

Chapter 751 -52 The Moonlight of That Year (7752 Combined 1)_4

In his mind, he unexpectedly recalled last year’s reunion beneath Fufeng City, where the young girl clearly had injuries, her breathing unstable, her body bearing the remnants of a fierce battle’s Sword Qi, yet she only smiled and asked if he had missed her.

It was the same this time.

Cave Heavens and Blessed Lands, the Qi Mechanism of ancestral Martial Artists, directly entering the opportunity of the Grandmaster, even attaining the Great Grandmaster—with the highest position holding the Dharma of the True Immortal of the Land.

Countless Martial Artists would turn against each other for this, drawing blades in a blood battle.

Yet he still remembered that moment under the candlelight, when the young girl tilted her head to look at him and blinked, her voice softened and sweet under the golden-red candlelight.

Because I missed you.

Wang Anfeng lowered his eyes.

He was very happy at that time, but was completely unaware that Xue Qinshuang had given up the chance to directly enter the Grandmaster Realm, and because of his happiness, he hadn’t really thought about how soon the girl had forced her way out after being taken back to her ancestral land by her grandmother, the amount of effort and sacrifice it involved.

She didn’t hesitate to lend a hand.

Thus now, being hunted by her blood relatives, disowned by her family, they said she could be replaced.

But Wang Anfeng knew nothing. He didn’t know why she had so many injuries the last time, and he didn’t know this time either. Had it not been for that young man’s appearance, he might never have thought about these things, might always have remained ignorant.

She was always like this, lightly glossing over matters, even making a harmless joke that shifted one’s attention away from the matter itself, making one unconcerned about the real issue, not caring about how much hardship she had endured, how much effort she had expended.

It seemed as though she came to see him just to see him as if there were no barriers, no sacrifices, no deliberations, no costs, nothing at all to consider, never any obstacles…

How could that be?

Most women in the world know how to act demure and sweet to their advantage. The clever ones know moderation, but he had never again met someone like Xue Qinshuang who, despite suffering as much as anyone else, could still smile.

The world’s pursuits of fame and fortune, life-and-death struggles.

It seems no matter how painful things got for her, she just hid her bloodied hands behind her back, her complexion pale, yet she still gently said with a smile,

It’s nothing.

What kind of solitary experience could nurture such a disposition.

The world always seems to give sweets to children who cry and moan about their pain; too well-behaved and sensible kids often aren’t coddled. That’s how people are.

If you don’t cry or moan, how would I know you’re in pain, even if your body is full of sword wounds, even if you’re bearing all the injustice silently? How can that compare to a woman who shows her tears and wounds, eliciting sympathy?

But suddenly, he felt a pang of heartache.

It’s not bother,

I can handle it alone.

No need for others.

You could help that lady; it’s fine, I can handle it alone.

You can go deal with other matters; it’s fine, I can handle it alone.

Even in life or death, I can handle it alone.

That’s what ‘it’s no bother’ means.

That’s Xue Qinshuang.

Wang Anfeng sat cross-legged; Xue Qinshuang didn’t know what he was going to do, looked at him curiously and laughed, as Wang Anfeng, with gentle eyes, looked at the girl he had liked since childhood. Just as Xue Qinshuang was puzzled, Wang Anfeng spoke in a Shu Land accent, gentle and odd:

“They say that Wang Anfeng, born with a pitch-black face, stood thirteen zhang tall, scarcely resembled a man, his voice hoarse as if swallowing coal, hauntingly unlike a human voice…”

Xue Qinshuang blinked in surprise, laughed out loud—a bright, ringing laugh and couldn’t stop herself from saying, “What are you doing?”

Wang Anfeng didn’t respond, just sang on, unbothered by self-mockery, his heart peaceful as water, simply watching the girl who couldn’t help but laugh.

How mirthful her laughter was…

Wang Anfeng finished a section of Jianghu lore, no one around, just the wind, just the moon, and there he sat, then suddenly blurted out:

“I, in the future, must give him a good sorting out…”

Xue Qinshuang looked at the young man rambling before her.

“Who else has bullied you before, and those from the past, I’ll get back at them one by one. Master and my teacher have told me not to use my martial strength to bully others, but if it’s for your sake, I’m willing to be that overbearing avenger.”

“You, I, we together.”

“…”

All was quiet; Xue Qinshuang suddenly flicked Wang Anfeng’s forehead. He winced, looked up, and saw Xue Qinshuang grinning, arms crossed, teasing:

“I never expected it, looking all honest, but you have quite the eloquence. If you spoke like that in Jianghu, I wonder how many daughters would lose their hearts. But such tricks used on me are not sufficient.”

Wang Anfeng looked at the girl before him, knowing that she had again diverted the topic with her playful words, and he felt a bit frustrated as he watched her, seemingly unconcerned as usual, feeling perhaps it was all his own overthinking.

Xue Qinshuang suddenly laughed again:

“That earlier part, quite interesting, sing it for me again.”

Wang Anfeng was puzzled but began to sing quietly again.

Li Qidao leaned against the balustrade semi-seated, holding a tin liquor jug in one hand, watching the youth sitting in the serene light of the moonwater, singing softly, watching the girl propping her chin with one hand, smile on her lips, and of course, observing the Jade Box hidden behind the young man.

The box seemed familiar, so he guessed its contents would be even more familiar.