Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 713 - 27 Return to Fufeng (5600 words, parts 2 combined into 1)_2

Chapter 713 -27 Return to Fufeng (5600 words, parts 2 combined into 1)_2

Li Sheng smiled at him and it was quite some time before he sighed, saying, “Before I came here, I had already guessed that you might not be willing to accept this imperial decree, but why don’t you open it and take a look?”

The beardless Smiling Tiger emphasized with a smile:

“This decree is to appoint you as the Duke of the State.”

Wang Anfeng lowered his gaze and did not reply, but bent down, grabbed the now empty wine jar, shook it slightly, then turned around, headed towards the inn, and said:

“There’s no more wine, I’ll go get another jar.”

By the time he came out again, in the courtyard where the moonlight was cool and clear as water, Li Sheng in his black clothes was no longer visible; only two coarse pottery wine bowls were set by the low wall.

Wang Anfeng seemed not to feel surprised, walked to the low wall, and filled both wine bowls with liquor.

Then, lifting his own bowl whose somewhat turbid contents reflected the moon, Wang Anfeng gently tapped the other bowl, producing a crisp sound, tilted his head back, and drank the moonlit night in one gulp.

Li Sheng stepped into the void, his black robe fluttering, and in an instant, he had broken through the clouds. High above hung the bright moon while clouds churned below; he had once ascended Heavenly Mountain, visited the Northern Sea—such sceneries were in no way inferior to the most magnificent seascapes.

Holding the purple sandalwood box containing the imperial decree in his right hand, Li Sheng, feared by both civil and military officials, looked at the moon, exhaled wine-scented breath, and sighed deeply, murmuring:

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a drink…”

“Unexpectedly, Wang Anfeng has changed so much from the man I met back then…”

A smile appeared on his face as he thought of the events that had occurred years ago in Fufeng County, the day of the bloody battle to climb the centuried tower of Fufeng, even performing such heroic deeds with a boyish shyness.

He then thought of the martial artist from Jianghu whom he saw today, drinking calmly under the moonlight, the master of Divine Martial Mansion; it had only been half a year, but it felt as if a much longer time had passed.

The last time he felt this way was twenty-three years ago.

A white-robed figure had crossed the river, entering the Second Prince’s tent, spending the night in deep conversation, and within just six months, Divine Martial Mansion was established, capable of chastising noble clans of a thousand years, lashing out at the world, and then leading troops over thousands of miles.

Truly a father and son.

But ultimately, Wang Anfeng was Wang Anfeng, not Wang Tiance; Li Sheng’s mind gradually saw them as two distinct people, not just Wang Tiance and his son, after all…

He raised his hand and wiped his mouth corner, where a trace of alcohol scent seemed to linger, a hint of a smile appearing on his face.

The arrogant and unconventional scholar of those years would not invite someone to drink merrily before a refusal, or reject so calmly amidst peace.

Li Sheng sighed deeply with a smile.

“I haven’t drunk in such a long time…”

Today’s drinking drained the inn of several years’ worth of stock, causing many to collapse drunkenly under tables. The overwhelmed innkeeper and servant thought to help these drunkards back to their rooms but found them utterly immovable.

Despite not looking particularly large, they were exceedingly heavy, as if made of solid iron. Wang Anfeng waved his hand, indicating to the innkeeper and others that it was nothing to worry about, and the aged innkeeper went back to his room to rest.

Wang Anfeng finished the last jar of wine before returning to his guest room.

He lifted his right hand, looking at the Buddha Beads which, accompanied by flowing light in this town’s inn, disappeared only to reappear with Shaolin Temple’s scenery at the solitary peak’s summit in front of him; Wu Changqing, Master Ying, Ancient Taoist, and Hong Luoyu were nowhere to be seen.

Ai monastic stood before him, wearing a simple monk’s robe, one hand clasping the Buddha Beads.

Although Wang Anfeng had been drinking, he was still as clear-headed as ever; it had already been two months since he last saw Ci En, feeling naturally complex inside, unsure of what to say, standing there for a moment before remembering to step forward to pay respects.

Ci En’s face bore a gentle smile.

He raised his hand and rubbed Wang Anfeng’s black hair on the top of his head, saying softly:

“Anfeng.”

Wang Anfeng looked up.

The monk seemed full of emotion, his smiling face slightly solemn, and he spoke softly:

“You have done well.”

Wang Anfeng felt deeply stirred, unsure of how to respond, but then noticed a rare teasing smile appearing on the monk’s face, who said:

“These are Master Ying’s words.”

“This time I couldn’t act because my spiritual charm was exhausted; the latter part will be explained by Luoyu.”

Suddenly, there was rolling thunder in the sky, the monk exuding righteousness. Wang Anfeng laughed lightly, as if influenced by the alcohol, spread his arms wide, and suddenly fell backward into the lush grass that appeared out of nowhere on the ground, unable to hold back and bursting into loud laughter.

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Fufeng County is located in the Northern Lands and is the foremost strong city among the counties there.

And Wanling City is in Danyang County, within the Thirteen County of Jiangnan.

If Wang Anfeng were to attend only to his own matters, the journey would take at most a day or two, but this time was different. If the Qing Taoqi accompanying him could still be said to be skilled in martial arts, those bandits from the hills really were not worth mentioning.

Deciding to train along the way, carrying heavy iron stones all the way from Jiangnan Road to just outside Xi Dingzhou City in Fufeng County.

Previously, in the valley, Yuchi Jie had told Wang Anfeng that to establish a foundation for Divine Martial Mansion in Jianghu, it would be necessary to have over ten thousand followers, their own territory, and various other requirements. Wang Anfeng merely smiled and said it would be fine once they returned to Fufeng County.