Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 243 - 142, Event 23 (1/2)

Gongsun Jing’s expression changed several times.

Eventually, he sighed slightly, accepting the absurd situation, accepting his dual identity as a secret agent of the Military Family and a subordinate of the covert organization Yi Nanping.

If he were to go back to the General now, with the latter’s wisdom, he would surely discern some reasons; at that time, being trapped between the suspicion of the Military Family and the revenge of betraying ’Yi Nanping,’ he would be disliked by both parties and could even face a life-threatening peril. Rather than letting himself fall into such a situation, it would be better to maintain the status quo and wait for the right opportunity to act.

With a slight sigh, Gongsun Jing felt like his predecessors who had been sent to the borders long ago, bearing a heavy responsibility, yet only able to bear it alone, unable to share it with others, truly desolate indeed.

His gaze fell on the secret manuals in his hands.

His mind twitched, suddenly thinking.

How many merits could this secret manual be exchanged for...

............…

Meanwhile.

Wang Anfeng looked at Hong Luoyu beside him, pondered seriously for a moment, but still could not comprehend.

What is Qinggong?

A type of martial arts? A means to defeat an opponent more effectively?

The ability to soar through the wind as a human?

The young man’s face was full of confusion; Hong Luoyu looked up at the stars in the sky and did not answer, only chuckled twice, then suddenly sang in a low voice:

"Heaven and Earth were born with me, and all things are one with me."

"To ride the righteousness of Heaven and Earth, and control the six energies, to wander into the infinite..."

He then shook his head, turned to look at Wang Anfeng and said:

"Don’t understand?"

"Then remember what I said today; one day, after you have traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, and the worldly splendors, you will understand. Come, let me first teach you the introductory breathing method of our sect."

"...Yes."

Inside the Shaolin Temple.

Wu Changqing saw within the screen of light before him, Hong Luoyu teaching Wang Anfeng martial arts, a trace of surprise on his face.

He feared that this thief, often cursing, would lead Wang Anfeng astray, so he had especially requested Mr. Ying to ’visit’ here, but what he saw was that the young man did not resemble a carefree vagrant; amidst his unconstrained demeanor, there was also solitude, somewhat resembling a masterful hermit traveling through the mundane world.

Wu Changqing was quite amazed, feeling he had misjudged the person, carrying a slight sense of remorse and guilt.

Just at this moment, Hong Luoyu had already reappeared in the Shaolin Temple.

Wang Anfeng was far away.

Today’s cultivation was to use the recently taught Qinggong to return overnight, first to familiarize himself with the steps, and second to temper his Inner Strength, killing two birds with one stone.

But he had to endure more hardships.

Hong Luoyu returned to the mountain, still dangling a grass root in his mouth, lying in the air, his features handsome but utterly lazy, Wu Changqing stroked his beard, suddenly laughed, and said:

"What the thief just said, is it the realm of ’Carefree Wandering’ of Taoism?"

"I am dull; I had not realized before that the thief’s realm was so profound, truly an oversight, truly an oversight..."

His words were quite sincere, but Hong Luoyu was somewhat bewildered, looking up at him; if he had hands, he would probably be scratching the back of his head, his face full of ’what are you talking about, are you sick, there must be something wrong with your brain...’ expression.

Wu Changqing’s expression stiffened, not knowing how to start talking.

Hong Luoyu’s mouth slightly agape, was about to instinctively start cursing when suddenly a figure in blue appeared behind him, kicking him lightly in the buttocks. The force wasn’t strong, but it sent Hong Luoyu spinning in the air like a top for several rounds. When he stopped, his face was blank; then he glared at Mr. Ying and shouted:

"Mr. Ying, what are you doing?"

Mr. Ying stood with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless, and said:

"Sorry."

"Your lying posture was just too tempting; I couldn’t help kicking it."

Hong Luoyu was furious, but Mr. Ying simply let out a cold laugh. Without any visible movements, the screen before Wu Changqing suddenly changed, transforming into another remote wooded area with rather treacherous terrain. Within the scene, Hong Luoyu frowned and murmured to himself.

His expressions alternated between carefree and unrestrained, then lonely and desolate, now dignified, now free-spirited. Listening closely, he was repeating the words he had just said to Wang Anfeng.

Wu Changqing was momentarily startled, then realized that the seemingly profound and slightly grandmaster-like speech had actually been something the sly thief had agonized and contemplated over for days, sneaking around practicing it somewhere unknown for who knows how long before feigning it just now. With this thought, he couldn’t help laughing out loud.

Hong Luoyu opened his mouth but could not speak, a look of infuriated embarrassment spreading across his face. Suddenly, he let out a miserable howl and said:

"Mr. Ying, you’re finished. I’m going to make you pay with your life Ahhhhh..."

In the midst of his howling, he charged at Mr. Ying, the scholar’s figure suddenly disappeared, and Hong Luoyu, without changing direction, charged towards the horizon as if fleeing for his life.

The thief’s heart was brimming with tears.

Damn it, I can’t show my face anymore...

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Mr. Ying watched the fleeing figure, a slight smile curling his lips. He suddenly felt refreshed and clear-headed, the unpleasant feeling brought by the thief’s earlier words finally fading slowly away. He chuckled coldly, walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and sat on the bamboo chair, lazily reading a book.

............…

Wang Anfeng had thrown Hong Luoyu many miles away into a dense forest, and he followed the Light Body Technique passed by the latter. Initially, his circulation of qi was not smooth, and his walking speed was even slower than merely sprinting with Inner Strength.

By the time he returned to Shaolin Temple, he should have returned to the present. Because he had to deliberately maintain the circulation method of the Light Body Technique while walking, his body was exhausted. This feeling, after carrying a thousand jin of chains years ago, hadn’t occurred for a long time.

Because Mr. Ying had said that he could not stay in Shaolin Temple every day, Wang Anfeng had to rest in his wooden cabin. For several days, each time he returned to the cabin, he barely leaned on the bed before blacking out and falling asleep directly without realizing when the daybreak came.

Even in the Wind Character Tower, he often felt sleepy and would unconsciously lean on the bookshelf and doze off while reading.

Since he had a considerable reputation among the Taoist students, no one felt dissatisfied.

However, the Taoist students, overwhelmed by increasingly burdensome coursework, reported this to the Master, saying, "The librarian you mentioned also often falls asleep while reading books. How can he criticize us?" They were met with the Master whipping them fiercely with a three-foot-long Redwood Ruler while scolding:

Even if he’s sleeping, he’s better than you.

Not reflecting on yourself, but instead using it as an excuse to be lazy?

Unworthy of training, unworthy of training.

Go back to your studies...

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The students fled messily back with their tails between their legs.

Later, it was learned from the Yin Yang Family’s gambler Su.

The Master seeing the librarian dozing off slightly, shook his head in admiration.

"Even in his sleep, he does not forget to study. With such a disciple, what more could I ask for?"

The Taoist students huddled together, weeping bitterly.

At the back door of the schoolhouse, the elderly Master observed his unseemly disciples, his vision darkened, and he nearly passed out. He leaned against the corner of the wall, his mouth twitching, and after two fierce coughs, looking at the rigid faces of his disciples, he scoffed and said:

"Today, we shall have a test..."

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