Chapter 135 (The title is "The Revolving Lantern")
Chapter 135 Revolving Lantern
"Wild child!"
"Sickly child!!"
Duan Wuheng and Huo Ling both glared at each other with resentment, wishing they could fight each other.
But Huo Ling really couldn't go up and fight.
Because of his poor health, even if he wanted to fight, he couldn't win;
Although Duan Wuheng's skills were only rudimentary, with his lightness skill being relatively good, he was more than capable of defeating Huo Ling, that sickly fellow.
If word gets out, it will be embarrassing for him, a perfectly healthy Grasshopper, to bully a sickly fellow from Qingyun Manor. Even if he wins, it will be shameful!
And so, even though both of them really wanted to punch each other, they just couldn't actually fight, and could only keep having pointless verbal battles!
Two childish brats!
Just as Wang Sumo was about to step forward, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from in front of the Bazhen Tower, where horses pulled their reins to a halt.
"Excuse me, is this the Eight Treasures Pavilion?" the man on horseback asked politely.
Wang Sumo did not recognize the person who came, nor had he seen him before.
The other party looked like a traveling merchant, like someone from a security escort agency.
The business of a security escort agency is escorting goods, but sometimes they also handle the delivery of other items. Even if some items are not valuable, they still need to be delivered as quickly as possible, or at least guaranteed to be delivered.
The delivery of goods through the post station was slow, and sometimes items were easily lost.
Customers who are not short of money will directly hire escort agencies to deliver the goods, ensuring the mission is accomplished and the item is never lost.
Therefore, a bodyguard dressed as a镖师 (bodyguard/escort), especially a lone镖师, is very likely not escorting a镖 (bodyguard/escort), but delivering something.
Wang Sumo had encountered this before, so it wasn't surprising.
"This is it." Duan Wuheng managed to speak even while arguing.
In the Eight Treasures Pavilion, Duan Wuheng was the most talkative, followed by Bai Cen. Bai Cen used to handle these kinds of responses, but Duan Wuheng, being new and energetic, found everything fascinating and eagerly volunteered for everything.
Upon seeing someone approaching, he immediately turned to face them.
Huo Ling was left behind, completely bewildered. She wanted to chase after him, but it didn't suit her status.
But I'm a little annoyed.
Wang Sumo took it all in.
Looking back now, Huo Ling and Duan Wuheng were about the same age, neither too young nor too old, so it sounded more like children teasing each other.
Why would He Lingyun take it so seriously?
Wang Sumo had overlooked this point before.
He Lingyun wasn't a difficult person; he figured he could just give in to Huo Ling's personality and let it go.
Wang Sumo inexplicably thought of He Huai'an again.
Is it that He Huai'an doesn't really want He Lingyun and Huo Ling to get close?
Although this idea was just speculation, because the seeds of doubt had already been sown, it seemed that the incompatibility between Huo Ling and He Lingyun, Huo Ling's poisoning, and He Lingyun being scolded by Old Master He all made perfect sense...
While Wang Sumo was lost in thought, the bodyguard on horseback heard Duan Wuheng say "This is it," and was immediately overjoyed. He saw the carriage pulling the two-story building up, brightly lit, and guessed that it was the Bazhenlou, and it really was!
The bodyguard's eyes lit up with joy as he leaped off his horse. "I am a bodyguard from the Shuzhong Escort Agency. Is Miss Wang here?"
They specifically mentioned names, indicating they were looking for their employer.
Duan Wuheng turned to look at Wang Sumo.
Wang Sumo came to her senses: "Yes, that's me."
The other person looked at her carefully; her age, height, and appearance all matched.
The other person led his horse forward, then cupped his hands in greeting: "Greetings, Miss Wang."
"What is your name, sir?" Wang Sumo stepped forward.
In the world of martial arts, respecting others is the key to respecting them. This is how the master has always treated everyone, whether it's a镖师 (bodyguard/escort) or He Ping from Qingyun Manor last time. The master always calls them heroes.
Duan Wuheng quickly took out his notebook and wrote it down.
When venturing into the world, respectful titles come first.
He will be the same in the future.
After finishing writing it down in his notebook, Duan Wuheng smiled with satisfaction.
There's so much to learn when you're out in the world!
Just as Duan Wuheng was satisfied and put away his notebook, he saw that Huo Ling, that annoying guy, had somehow gotten close to him and was actually peeking at what he had written down.
Duan Wuheng quickly closed the door, saying with disgust, "You jerk, what are you doing?!"
Huo Ling sneered, "You remember all of this? You really want to roam the martial world?"
"Mind your own business! Peeping into other people's notebooks, you petty thief!" Duan Wuheng retorted.
Huo Ling said arrogantly, "It's your honor to see your notebook. If you think you can make a living by memorizing those rubbish things, wake up from your daydream."
"You!" Duan Wuheng exclaimed angrily, "How rude!"
"What's the point of talking politely to wild children!"
"Sickly child!"
It's started again...
He Zhen had a headache. On one hand, there was his young master, but on the other hand, it was indeed his young master who had started the trouble first.
He couldn't very well stop Duan Wuheng.
It would be even more difficult to stop their young master.
I had no choice but to turn a blind eye.
To be fair, the young master only had Uncle Ding, Qingwu, and Doctor Fang with him during his treatment journey. He didn't have much contact with anyone else, and the young master didn't talk much either.
On the contrary, when they encountered the Eight Treasures Pavilion, they had already had several arguments with Duan Wuheng in just half a day.
He didn't know whether he should do anything or not. Uncle Ding chuckled and said, "Let him be. It's rare for the young master to say so much."
He then remembered that over the years, people at the manor had said that the young master was willful, capricious, and had a bad temper.
Everyone avoided the young master.
Few people are willing to spend a long time with the young master, let alone like Duan Wuheng today, who says whatever comes to mind and starts arguing when they can't agree on something.
In the manor, the young master didn't even have a single person to argue with.
That's why Uncle Ding said to let him be...
Although the young master's health was not good in the past, he could still get along with his fellow disciples in the manor, and they took good care of him.
Later, I don't know when it started, but everything gradually changed.
The young master's personality became increasingly eccentric, and everyone's impression of him gradually worsened, no longer surrounding him as before...
While He Zhen was lost in thought, the bodyguard handed Wang Sumo a brocade box: "Miss Wang, this is something someone asked the escort agency to send to you. You can open it and take a look. It has been through a lot of bumps, but it has been well protected and should not be broken."
"Thank you." Wang Sumo said as she took the item from his hand.
The brocade box was wrapped in thick straw.
Parting the straw, there was a lamp.
Wang Sumo's eyes lit up with surprise.
I took the lamp out of the brocade box and looked at it. It was a really beautiful revolving lantern...
There was also a letter inside the brocade box.
Wang Sumo opened the letter and first looked at the signature, which was Zhu Yu.
Zhu Yu and Liu Che...
Old Liu went to investigate the truth behind the Wuyou Sect back then, while Liu Che and Zhu Yu went off to travel the world together. Before leaving, Zhu Yu vowed that he would find the most beautiful lamp and hang it on the Bazhen Tower.
Despite his youthful ambitions, he never forgot this lamp.
Wang Sumo's lips curled slightly.
The letter was simple, just about his and Liu Che's experiences over this period of time. The world of martial arts was not easy to navigate; it was full of all sorts of people. They had confided in others, been deceived, fought, and even eliminated bandits. Everything was new and they were grounded in reality.
The world of martial arts isn't all that good, nor is it all that bad; it continues.
I came across this revolving lantern while passing by.
Both he and Liu Che felt that this was the one!
Then they contacted the Shuzhong Escort Agency.
Hopefully, Wang Sumo will be pleasantly surprised when she receives it.
— Liu Che and I both thought it was a special lantern at first glance, but I think every lantern on the roof of Bazhenlou is special, just like everyone Bazhenlou encounters.
— Miss Wang, thank you for meeting everyone at Bazhenlou. May this lamp accompany Bazhenlou on our behalf. Please give my regards to Grandpa Weng, Grandpa Qu, Brother Zhao Tong, Brother Bai Cen, and my sister!
— If Bazhenlou needs us, Liu Che and I will go through fire and water, and be there whenever we call!
...
After reading the letter, Wang Sumo's lips remained curved in a smile for a long time.
Another lamp has been lit.
However, Zhu Yu is a very meticulous person. There are many eaves lanterns in Bazhenlou, but it is really missing a revolving lantern.
The lantern has a picture on it, and when the lantern is lit, it looks completely different.
Moreover, this revolving lantern is not large, so it won't overshadow the main attraction. Rather, it's an inconspicuous yet eye-catching one among all the large and small eaves lanterns at Bazhenlou...
"Yu Tang," Wang Sumo called out.
As soon as Wang Sumo finished speaking, Duan Wuheng came up and said, "Brother Zhao Tong and Sister Yutang went to wipe the three white tiger cubs down. Is the master going to hang up the lanterns? I'll go!"
Duan Wuheng was multitasking; while he was still arguing with Huo Ling, he had already come over to take on some work.
Well, it's rare to have such a proactive employee.
"Okay." Wang Sumo handed it to him.
Duan Wuheng took it and exclaimed in an exaggerated manner, "Wow~ This is so beautiful! It will definitely look even better when lit up!"
Especially that "even better looking," which was clearly meant for Huo Ling.
He drew Huo Ling's attention, then didn't let Huo Ling see it, and went to light and hang the lamps himself.
He Zhen crossed his arms and watched from afar.
The more Duan Wuheng refused to let the young master see it, the more the young master would follow him.
They really do look like two immature teenagers...
However, it seems pretty good, He Zhen's lips twitched slightly.
"Be careful not to catch fire to the lamps," Duan Wuheng warned.
Although Huo Ling was dissatisfied, he had never done these things before. He wasn't required to do them at the manor, but he suddenly found it interesting.
Once the lights inside were turned on, the scrolling images suddenly became clear and began to rotate.
"Wow~" came Duan Wuheng's voice first.
Although Huo Ling tried her best to restrain herself and not to be as surprised as Duan Wuheng, who had never seen much of the world, there was still a hint of surprise in her eyes as the images on the slideshow gradually came to life.
This revolving lantern is small, but it has eight sides.
Each page features a picture and a few lines of text, telling a story.
The two heads huddled together to look.
It seems to be a martial arts tale about a young man who falls off a cliff, obtains a magical treasure and a secret manual, diligently practices, and finally, after mastering his divine skills, descends from the bottom of the cliff to uphold justice, becoming a great hero and also finding love.
Although it's a cliché, it becomes something special when displayed on a revolving lantern.
The two children chuckled, briefly forgetting their previous unpleasantness, and became "fellow enthusiasts" watching stories together.
One viewing wasn't enough, so I'll watch it again.
Both of them agreed.
I watched it again and still thought it was good, so I watched it again.
Finally, Duan Wuheng sighed, "One day, I too will fall off a cliff and find my own secret manual."
Huo Ling's sharp tongue started to kick in: "If you fall off a cliff, you'll just die and be left without a trace..."
Duan Wuheng: "..."
What a disappointment!
And what bad luck!!
"If I'd known I wouldn't have shown it to him," Duan Wuheng glared at him irritably, then ignored him and went upstairs to hang the lamp.
Huo Ling had just taken a step when Duan Wuheng spoke up, "Don't follow me, you're such a spoilsport."
Huo Ling paused, then immediately regained her previous cold gaze: "Wild child."
Duan Wuheng turned to look at him, thought for a moment, and decided against it; he couldn't explain it to him anyway, hanging the lantern was the priority. He quite liked this revolving lantern.
After the lanterns were hung, Duan Wuheng clapped his hands and went down from the Eight Treasures Tower to take a look.
It's a really unique revolving lantern.
But placed among the dense array of eaves lanterns in the Bazhen Tower, it seems to be just an inconspicuous one among the vast stars.
"Why are there so many lights?" Huo Ling asked.
Duan Wuheng crossed his arms: "You don't know, do you? Country bumpkin! These lanterns were given to us by people who had dealings with Bazhenlou and worked with them for a while..."
When Duan Wuheng first said the words "country bumpkin," Huo Ling was a little annoyed, but when he mentioned that these lamps were gifts from people who had worked with Bazhenlou for a while, Huo Ling's eyes were filled with curiosity and surprise.
No wonder these lamps are all oddly shaped, in every possible form.
Although asymmetrical, hanging so casually under the eaves of the first and second floors of Bazhenlou, it actually looks quite beautiful with the lights on.
He had previously thought that Bazhenlou was strange, that lighting so many lights late at night was unnecessary.
But now it seems I suddenly understand that this is not a case of favoritism.
Instead, each lamp represents a person from the past, or rather, a friend...
Huo Ling suddenly felt envious.
Or rather, I suddenly realized that this is a very different place.
"Never seen one before, huh!" Duan Wuheng continued, arms crossed. "Don't call others 'wild children' all the time. You're just a country bumpkin, a sickly fellow."
"You!" Huo Ling exclaimed angrily.
But Duan Wuheng wasn't angry. He happily went to find Wang Sumo: "Master, it's all hung up!"
When Wang Sumo turned around, she didn't immediately recognize the revolving lantern among the pile of eaves lanterns, but she was very familiar with these lanterns, and after a few glances, she spotted the revolving lantern.
"Have you seen it, Master? This one is beautiful. It depicts a story of a young boy who falls off a cliff, finds a secret manual, and becomes a peerless hero."
Duan Wuheng kept chattering away.
Wang Sumo didn't need to look closely; it was as if she had already looked closely as well.
Duan Wuheng thought for a moment: "I'm going to move it to a more conspicuous place, so that it can be seen at a glance."
Wang Sumo: "..."
Kids are indeed enthusiastic about everything they do.
Bai Cen finally finished fastening his clothes and stepped out of the carriage. This was the second time his clothes had been ripped off, including before. It seemed that after being ripped off so many times, his gaze towards Wang Sumo was somewhat strange, unnatural, and even a little evasive.
"What are you doing, sneaking around like that?" Wang Sumo caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye.
Bai Cen stepped forward, annoyed, and said helplessly, "I'm going to look in the mirror to see if my clothes are buttoned up properly..."
Wang Sumo looked at him and suddenly said, "Aren't you going to catch a cold?"
It was open for so long just now, and it was still cold.
"How could this be..." Before Bai Cen could finish speaking, he suddenly sneezed.
Wang Sumo: "..."
Bai Cen: "..."
"Achoo!" Then another sneeze, and then another.
Bai Cen is really something else; Wang Sumo's words are venomous.
"What are you muttering about?" Wang Sumo leaned closer.
Bai Cen Naihe said with a mournful expression, "I say, the world is vast, but the boss is the biggest!"
Wang Sumo burst out laughing.
[Author's Note]
[Sprinkling flowers] See you this afternoon!
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