Chapter 25 (2.5 Updates) Scallions with Sauce
Chapter 25 Scallions with Sauce
"The old man is teaching the second young master step by step, and the second young master is learning very quickly."
Although Qin Feng was an outsider, he was familiar with the Longevity Gentleman's Sword. He Lingyun began to slowly explore using the old man's moves from the second move onwards, and from the third move onwards he began to show some promise. The fourth move, the fifth move...
It seemed that the Qingyun Sword in He Lingyun's hand was knocked away every time, but the old man knocked the Qingyun Sword away from He Lingyun's hand in a different way each time.
If it weren't for the old man's superb martial arts skills and years of experience in the martial world, He Lingyun's physical strength and comprehension would have been at a disadvantage as the sword sparring went on. The longer the sparring went on, the more the old man's stamina would have become, and He Lingyun might have actually been able to withstand one of the old man's moves.
Huo Lianchi looked at it intently, her brows furrowed slightly, but there was a clear smile in her eyes.
After Qin Feng finished speaking, Huo Lianchi gave a soft "hmm" and continued watching the fierce battle between the old man and He Lingyun in the arena.
The old man's swordsmanship was fluid and powerful, displaying the style of a master; Lingyun learned and applied it immediately, taking an unconventional approach. If the old man relaxed even slightly, his true skill would be revealed.
This was also the first time Huo Lianchi had seen He Lingyun spar with someone in public.
This person is still the old man.
Lingyun usually hides his true abilities.
Judging from his skills in sparring with the old man today, even if he is not as good as He Ping, he is still one of the best among the disciples of this generation of Qingyun Manor.
He has good potential, but he's not particularly diligent.
Every time he tried to teach Lingyun, the other party would resist.
Not only that, the more he pushed him, the more rebellious Ling Yun became, even to the point of being dissolute, making everyone in Qingyun Manor think he was a spoiled brat who, relying on being the old man's grand-nephew, did nothing and made friends with bad people in the martial arts world, which made the old man sick.
Lingyun's personality is so different from Huai'an's...
Although Huai'an and Lingyun are brothers, Huai'an is much more diligent.
However, the ability to practice martial arts is inherently dependent on talent.
When the two of them came to seek refuge with the old man, Huai'an was already ten years old.
Developing physical strength should begin in childhood; otherwise, the best opportunity may be missed.
In the years after Huai'an arrived at the manor, he was more diligent than most of the original disciples of Qingyun Manor, and he put in far more effort and sweat than Lingyun, yet he remained on the verge of not having entered the gate of cultivation.
Later, fearing setbacks in Huai'an, he handed over the affairs of the villa to Huai'an to manage.
Huai'an's talent in these matters far surpasses that of others. To this day, Huai'an has been the one assisting him in managing the affairs inside and outside the manor. Even though Huai'an is inferior to others in martial arts, he is respected by everyone in Qingyun Manor because of his ability to manage the affairs of the manor.
What he was always worried about was Ling Yun.
He's experienced the same thoughts that people his age have.
He knew all too well that unless Ling Yun realized the truth himself, it would backfire. His repeated requests for He Ping to retrieve the items were a perfect example of this.
Both he and the old man had a headache dealing with Ling Yun.
But looking at it today, I suddenly feel gratified—Ling Yun is hiding his true abilities. Although he hasn't practiced much, he must have practiced secretly in private. Perhaps he wants to make a name for himself, or perhaps he's unwilling to admit defeat. But he's stubborn and afraid that others will know he's working hard.
Everyone has experienced such a period of time to some extent.
I feel helpless and desperately want someone to lend me a hand, but I don't want anyone to know.
Youthful spirit isn't always about high-spiritedness; it can also include quiet sighs while gazing at the night sky alone in a corner, and secretly harboring dreams of the martial arts world.
Therefore, he is actually pleased today.
"With the Second Young Master's talent, given time, the martial world will have another young hero with a unique character." Qin Feng chuckled.
Huo Lianchi tried her best not to let the smile in her eyes show too obviously, and she also suppressed her emotions, saying calmly, "There is still a long way to go, but you do have talent."
That's what you value.
Qin Feng didn't expose him.
In the crowd, everyone was focused on the old manor lord and He Lingyun, but Wang Sumo looked at He Huai'an.
She saw He Huai'an as soon as he arrived.
She was the only one in the garden who was diligently watching the spectacle.
When it comes to watching a spectacle, you need to observe not only the spectacle itself but also the reactions of other onlookers. She's experienced in this!
Among the dense crowd around, everyone was watching the sword sparring, and everyone was more or less mimicking the movements of the old master and He Lingyun. He Ping was no exception; even Qin Feng, the eldest disciple of the Lingxiao Sect and a guest of Master Huo (whom He Qingque had just told her about), was mimicking and savoring the movements.
Only Master Huo and He Huai'an were exceptions.
Master Huo's gaze was fixed on He Lingyun, his face practically radiating satisfaction, contentment, and an awkward mix of affection.
He Huai'an, from the moment he arrived at the garden, kept his gaze on the old master and He Lingyun. His expression was a mixture of joy, envy, and unspeakable regret, shock and confusion.
Although she doesn't understand it very well, she can still read it!
He Huai'an was either like Master Huo, possessing unparalleled martial arts skills, able to understand everything intuitively without needing to demonstrate with his hands; or he was simply not yet at the entry level of martial arts, like her, at most slightly better, able to comprehend the movements, but she mostly just enjoyed the spectacle...
It was obvious that she guessed He Huai'an was the latter.
Therefore, He Huai'an was usually very polite and always surrounded by people when he went out. It wasn't because he had a big entourage, but because the old master and the master of the Huo family didn't trust him and he needed someone to accompany him.
For the usually gentle and refined He Huai'an, this sword sparring match was truly a case of "only the person drinking the water knows whether it's hot or cold"...
"What are you looking at?" He Qingque seemed to notice that her gaze was directed outside the arena, not inside.
Wang Sumo came back to her senses and looked at him, saying leisurely, "How can your Qingyun Manor be so carefree? Didn't Qin Feng say that he is the chief disciple of the Lingxiao Sect? His talent must be extraordinary. Your old manor master is here teaching you, breaking down each move and teaching you step by step, afraid that you won't be able to learn it. He's chewing it up and feeding it to you. You don't even try to hide it from Qin Feng. Aren't you afraid that he will secretly learn it?"
He Ping also turned his head upon hearing the sound.
Having traveled together with her, He Ping had gotten to know Miss Wang's personality quite well, especially her fondness for teasing He Lin.
He Lin was relatively young for the villa, and he took the bait easily.
Miss Wang thought it was fun.
For example, right now.
The dull-witted He Lin seriously pondered the question, then looked at He Ping with some nervousness, "Senior Brother, should we remind the Master?"
He Ping: "..."
Wang Sumo: "..."
Ahem, a brain is a good thing, but Little Bluebird isn't quite fully developed yet...
Wang Sumo wanted to just say it directly, that she was teasing him.
But He Ping spoke first in a gentle voice, “The Gentleman’s Sword has nine forms, each progressively more advanced. One must start from the first form and proceed step by step, otherwise it is easy to break one’s bones. Moreover, Qingyun Manor has its own martial arts. No matter how exquisite the sword technique is, it must be supplemented with something else, otherwise it is like duckweed on water, having moves but no foundation. Qingyun Manor’s martial arts are perfectly suited to the Longevity Gentleman’s Sword, but Lingxiao Sect has its own unique skills. Using Lingxiao Sect’s martial arts, which one is accustomed to since childhood, to learn the Longevity Gentleman’s Sword is easy to go astray. As the saying goes, a tall building rises from the ground, and a solid foundation is the most important thing. Otherwise, the higher it rises, the easier it is to sway.”
"I see." He Ping explained in a simple way, and He Qingque suddenly understood.
"When disciples of Qingyun Manor travel the martial world, they will inevitably encounter situations where they need to draw their swords. They can't just refrain from drawing their swords for fear of others stealing their skills. If they do draw their swords, others will definitely see them. So, as I just said, even if they see them, they may not be able to steal their skills. Otherwise, wouldn't the entire martial world be filled with the Longevity Gentleman's Sword?"
He Qingque nodded her little head like a chick pecking at rice.
"Moreover, the martial world is vast, and there is always someone better. The Lingxiao Sect was established earlier than the Qingyun Manor. All martial arts have their merits, and the Lingxiao Finger may not be inferior to the Gentleman's Sword. It's just that new talents emerge in the martial world, and the successor of the Lingxiao Finger may not be able to surpass the Gentleman's Sword in the present. But who can guarantee that it will still be the same in ten, twenty, or thirty years?"
He Ping patiently guided him, and He Qingque received a sudden enlightenment.
He Ping said softly, "Therefore, to truly carry forward the Gentleman's Sword, the disciples of the sect must master its essence..."
Wang Sumo crossed her arms and finally understood why He Qingque had such an annoying mouth when she first met He Ping and He Qingque.
He Ping is the eldest disciple of Master Huo, and his teachings and instruction all came from Master Huo. It's not enough to simply know what happened; one must also understand why it happened.
He Qingque was young, so Master Huo asked He Lin to take him out to broaden his horizons.
Rather than trying to silence He Qingque with grand pronouncements and lofty theories, some experience is ultimately learned through navigating the world and interacting with others.
Wang Sumo chuckled, recalling how He Qingque had been chased by the rooster by the stream. But compared to rigidly adhering to rules in teaching disciples, Qingyun Manor still preserved their natural instincts—the goofy, goofy He Qingque…
After He Qingque's enlightening words, He Ping asked, "How much did you learn from the sword sparring between the old master and the second young master today?"
(⊙o⊙)…
After a few quick strokes, He Qingque scratched her head. "They were a bit too fast. I only managed to remember a little bit; it seems like I can't remember anything more."
Wang Sumo suppressed a smile.
He Ping continued gently, "Remember what you can remember, and you'll gradually learn it all."
He Qingque nodded.
Just then, the old master of the manor used the eighth move of the Gentleman's Sword to knock the Azure Cloud Sword out of He Lingyun's hand again, causing an uproar among the crowd. Actually, seeing this, those around were actually hoping that the second young master could withstand one of the old master's attacks for a moment, but it seemed he was barely managing...
However, Huo Lianchi and He Ping saw things differently.
In every previous exchange of blows, He Lingyun's Qingyun Sword would be knocked away and embedded in the ground; but this time, although the Qingyun Sword was knocked away, it landed steadily on the ground, wobbled, and made a few crisp sounds.
The difference seemed insignificant; neither the disciples nor Qin Feng, who was unfamiliar with swordsmanship, considered it an important aspect, nor even He Lingyun himself.
But for Huo Lianchi and He Ping, who were familiar with the Gentleman's Sword, the landing of the Azure Cloud Sword meant that the old man had lost his previous absolute control over the sword.
In other words, although He Lingyun did not receive the old man's attack, he had actually forced the old man back; the old man could no longer thrust the Qingyun Sword deep into the ground with the same force as before.
Amidst the surrounding sighs of regret, only Huo Lianchi frowned slightly, but was secretly delighted, while He Ping also took a deep breath.
But when the Azure Cloud Sword fell this time, and He Lingyun went to pick it up, the old manor lord looked up at Huo Lianchi and said, "Lianchi, for the final move, you take it."
The old manor lord's words caused an uproar among those around him.
The manor lord and the old manor lord!!!
All the disciples of Qingyun Manor were in an uproar, including Qin Feng, who was standing next to Huo Lianchi, who had not expected this to happen.
He Lingyun, who was still picking up the sword, was also stunned. He turned around and looked at the old man in surprise, and then looked at Huo Lianchi. Like everyone else in the room, He Lingyun's eyes were full of surprise.
Within the entire Nanshan Garden, it seemed that only Huo Lianchi had already guessed it; there was no shock in his eyes. When the old man called out to him, he cupped his hands in a gesture of acceptance.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Huo Lianchi entered the arena, forcing He Lingyun to withdraw.
But the Azure Cloud Sword was still in his possession...
Logically, he should have handed the Qingyun Sword to Huo Lianchi, but as Huo Lianchi passed in front of He Ping, she softly called out, "He Ping."
Before Wang Sumo and He Lin could react, He Ping had already tacitly handed his sword to Master Huo.
This scene unfolded so quickly and harmoniously that no one around paid much attention to the fact that the Azure Cloud Sword was still in He Lingyun's hands.
Only He Lingyun was stunned, but soon, this astonishment was overshadowed by the anticipation around him, as everyone focused their attention on the upcoming sparring match between the manor lord and the old manor lord.
Compared to the sparring between the old master and the second young master, the sparring between the old master and the master himself was what everyone was looking forward to even more!
He Lingyun had no choice but to step aside with the Qingyun Sword in his hand.
Unfortunately, I didn't see clearly when I was backing up. I just subconsciously felt that there was more space on this side, so I backed up here. Only after I backed up did I see that the person next to me was Wang Sumo.
He Lingyun: "..."
Wang Sumo, disregarding past grievances, smiled and pursed her lips as a greeting.
He Lingyun found it a headache, but she had a good attitude and could still laugh.
Wang Sumo also leaned closer, saying, "A gentleman is always at ease, while a petty person is always worried. I am a gentleman at ease, so naturally I can always smile."
He Lingyun was both amused and annoyed, but also frustrated. "No one would believe you don't know sorcery."
Wang Sumo chimed in, "If I could, I'd conjure up three heads right now and scare you to death."
But inexplicably, He Lingyun actually pictured a three-headed Wang Sumo baring his teeth and brandishing his claws in front of him—no, swaggering and showing off.
One head with two hands, three heads with six hands; one holding an iron pot, one holding a large ladle, one grabbing a crab, another holding pork belly, another holding chopsticks, and the last hand grabbing a scallion to hit someone...
This is unbelievable!
He's gone mad!
He Lingyun lowered her voice, but her tone wasn't very good, "You'd better not let me know what you put in the braised pork."
Wang Sumo: ? ? ?
Wang Sumo looked completely innocent. "I... I just added star anise. The old man told me to add it. You can ask him if you don't believe me?"
"Hmph!" Anyway, He Lingyun didn't believe it.
If someone chooses not to believe, no matter what you say, they will think you are making excuses.
Wang Sumo wasn't going to waste her breath and continued to watch the scene with her arms crossed.
Seeing that Wang Sumo was ignoring him, He Lingyun snorted, "You can only fool the old man. Your true colors will eventually come out."
Wang Sumo blinked and reminded him, "Second Young Master, it seems that you were the one who told Master Huo that you invited me here..."
How did she suddenly grow a fox tail?
He Lingyun paused, seemingly realizing what was going on. -_-||
Even if they are in the wrong, they will still stubbornly insist, saying, "Times have changed."
Wang Sumo sighed, "In my opinion, the Second Young Master should eat more pig brains."
He Lingyun looked at her.
Wang Sumo said leisurely, "Using the principle of 'like cures like,' my memory will improve. Drinking some goji berry liver-nourishing tea will also help reduce liver fire..."
“You…” He Lingyun began to speak, but then suddenly stopped.
Firstly, there were people all around, Wang Sumo was a guest of Qingyun Manor, and Qin Feng was still there, so he didn't want others to laugh at him; secondly, the old man and Huo Lianchi's sparring had started, and he didn't have time to argue with her.
Sure enough, He Lin exclaimed excitedly, "It's starting!"
Although He Lin was excited, he didn't dare to speak too loudly, but his eagerness was written all over his face, as if he were the one who was going up to compete.
"He Qingque, who do you think will win?" Wang Sumo asked in a low voice.
She wasn't that familiar with Master He and Master Huo, but she knew the disciples of Qingyun Manor better.
He Qingque frowned as expected; it seemed he had never thought about this question before.
When Miss Wang asked that question, well, he was also stumped.
"Uh, I've never seen it before either." He Qingque honestly looked at He Ping, "Senior Brother~"
Having grown accustomed to He Ping's support, He Ping smiled and said gently, "When masters clash, the difference lies in the smallest details; either one can win or lose."
Ha! Senior Brother is indeed Senior Brother.
He Qingque and Wang Sumo both nodded and thought about it honestly.
Beside him, He Lingyun scoffed lightly, his face showing disdain.
Wang Sumo also remembered that every time He Lingyun went out and caused trouble, it was Master Huo who had He Ping bring him back, so He Lingyun must have had "special" feelings for He Ping.
He Lin covered his mouth, pretending not to hear.
He Ping smiled faintly, and Wang Sumo understood from his smile that there was no need to get angry with a hothead.
Soon, Master He finished demonstrating the ninth form of the Gentleman's Sword, then made an inviting gesture. This was the beginning…
Huo Lianchi returned the gift.
As soon as the sword fight began, all the conversations around them abruptly ceased.
The clash between masters was completely different from when He Lingyun was on the field just now.
Even the slightest mistake will reveal a weakness to the opponent, so the application of every move is based on the prediction of what moves the opponent will use.
When fighting He Lingyun, the old master of the manor only used the ninth move. However, Huo Lianchi and He Lingyun were at completely different levels. If the old master of the manor still only used the ninth move, he would have no way to defend himself.
Therefore, the battle between the two was exceptionally exciting.
A gentleman's sword against a gentleman's sword, both men's robes intertwined, their movements graceful as if they were banished immortals.
The old master's swordsmanship was more elegant and unrestrained, while Huo Lianchi's swordsmanship was powerful and unpredictable.
It's clearly the same sword technique and the same martial arts method, but they present two different styles.
The sword reflects the man. Like all the disciples of Qingyun Manor present, Wang Sumo understood this sentence so clearly and intuitively for the first time.
A virtuous person is not a vessel, a virtuous person cherishes virtue...
One familiar move after another appeared in a dazzling display, back and forth, executed in one breath, with effortless grace. Every move was exhilarating, measured, and unhurried.
The skill level of these masters is dazzling. Sometimes your eyes can keep up but your mind can't, and sometimes your mind can keep up but your eyes can't. It's as if even the breathing around you has become lighter, for fear of disturbing the exchange between the two.
The movements were fluid and effortless, each move leaving no opening for the opponent, yet none of them offered any room for maneuver. Thus, the two were evenly matched, and any slight lapse in concentration could lead to defeat in this exchange.
For the first quarter of an hour, the two were almost flawless; by the third quarter, Qin Feng and He Ping had gradually noticed that Lao Zhuang was losing strength, but because of their rich experience and foresight, they did not fall into a disadvantageous position.
However, as the competition progressed into the latter half of the hour, the old manor lord gradually showed signs of fatigue, and the manor lord Huo gradually gained the upper hand.
Just when Huo Lianchi thought the old master was running out of strength and hesitated for the only moment, in a flash, the old master unleashed the ninth move of the Gentleman's Sword at an extremely fast speed. Huo Lianchi didn't have time to catch it and could only swing his sword to defend.
That was the opening of the sword strike; in an instant, the blade flashed past his eyes and appeared at the back of his neck.
The entire Nanshan Garden was completely silent.
Qin Feng, He Ping, and He Lingyun were all stunned.
In the competition just now, Master Huo did not deliberately hold back. Although the old man was indeed fatigued, his rich experience allowed him to create the illusion that he was in trouble, thus inducing Master Huo to reveal his weakness.
It's all a mix of truth and deception. If it weren't for Qingyun Mountain, the old man would have defeated Master Huo long ago.
Huo Lianchi sheathed his sword, bowed to the old man, and admitted defeat. The old man also sheathed his sword, trying to suppress his breathing and the panting he was experiencing after such a satisfying victory.
A roar of excitement erupted around them, filled with youthful enthusiasm, excitement, and reverence. Looking at the smile on Old Master He's face, Wang Sumo recalled hearing Old Master He talk about the three days he and his grandfather spent researching the pinnacle of the ninth form of the Gentleman's Sword.
Perhaps this moment represents a different kind of fulfillment for the old man.
*
Wang Sumo originally wanted to wait for He Qingque to go back to the small kitchen together, since someone had promised to help her wash the pots.
But He Qingque was too excited to contain herself, still immersed in the sword sparring match, and kept chattering and pulling He Ping and the other fellow disciples to discuss it.
Wang Sumo decided not to spoil his fun and went back to the small kitchen first.
After the sword sparring session at Nanshan Garden ended, most of the disciples of Qingyun Manor left, with only a small number still discussing it with great interest.
The trees and roof of the small kitchen were destroyed, and now it was suddenly deserted. The small kitchen courtyard was quiet, but when Wang Sumo approached, good heavens!
There's a "giant rat"!
'Big Rat' probably didn't expect her to come back so quickly. He clearly saw her with He Lin and He Ping together; suddenly being caught red-handed, 'Big Rat Cloud' felt like he wanted to die!
Between digging a hole and burying herself, and jumping into a tree and pretending not to hear, He Lingyun chose to stay put.
I thought Wang Sumo would seize the opportunity to provoke me, but instead, Wang Sumo stepped forward and said slowly, "Braised pork gets greasy when it's cold and doesn't taste good anymore. Let's heat it up. Although it doesn't taste as good as when it's fresh out of the pot, it shouldn't be like this. Although Bazhenlou isn't some kind of celestial restaurant, when traveling the world, the quality of Bazhenlou's private dishes is still important."
After saying that, he reached out his hand, meaning—Give me back the plate, Second Young Master.
He Lingyun was furious!
He was indeed hungry. He hadn't eaten breakfast, and he was already hungry after watching her cook all day. But after she teased him, he was too embarrassed to ask for food.
Then, on a whim, he ran to the old man's place to eat. But when he arrived, the old man had just finished a whole crab, and he could only swallow his saliva. Finally, the braised pork arrived, only four small pieces, but at least he could eat one. After eating one piece, the old man got excited and wanted to have a sword fight!
He didn't eat a single thing and played eight matches in a row.
God knows how exhausting those eight games were!
They all lost!
He was so hungry he was about to faint, and all he could think about was the braised pork in Wang Sumo's pot. He'd only given the old man four pieces, but there was still a whole pot left...
He had finally found Wang Sumo with He Lin and the others, and he thought he would quickly devour his food and leave, unaware that it was him. Who knew Wang Sumo would be so cunning! He had barely opened his mouth, taken his first bite, and even wiped his mouth clean when she appeared!
And so, seeing Wang Sumo "politely" beckon her with his finger, He Lingyun had no choice but to return the braised pork chunk that she had only taken a bite of but still had a whole plate of left.
He didn't know if Wang Sumo did it on purpose or if he really wanted to heat it up before giving it to him.
But when he saw that Wang Sumo was really just reheating the food, he felt a little relieved and even swallowed his saliva. Just as he was about to ask shamelessly, Wang Sumo said leisurely, "There is rice."
He Lingyun: "..."
He Lingyun was convinced.
Finally, he was able to enjoy a very satisfying meal: scallion-flavored blue crab and braised pork. Mmm, it was so satisfying, especially after eight rounds of martial arts sparring. He ate four bowls of rice in one go.
Wang Sumo watched him wolf down his food, his chin resting on his hand. He could eat leftovers with such relish, so unpretentious and easygoing. He wasn't really a spoiled brat...
Ah, in the eyes of a cook, someone who can finish the food they make in one go, without being picky or fussy, is naturally tolerant.
Alright, this second young master is just a bit dim-witted and stubborn.
While Wang Sumo was lost in thought, He Lingyun had already eaten her fifth bowl of rice. The fourth bowl was served with braised pork broth, and this fifth bowl was served with scallion and crab broth. The pot and plates were now empty.
"Wang Sumo." Suddenly, He Lingyun spoke up as he was lost in thought.
Someone was really hungry and was so focused on eating that they didn't have time to do anything else.
I'm not so hungry now. While eating the rice with soup, I asked, "What did you say to the old man? He suddenly wanted to have a sword duel with me today. I just returned the Qingyun Sword to him, and he said he'd keep it with me for now."
Wang Sumo blinked. When traveling the martial world, weapons are inseparable from oneself, especially the Qingyun Sword in the old man's hand, which has become a symbol. And to give it to He Lingyun under these circumstances, He Lingyun is not stupid.
The old man just didn't say it out loud...
"What can I say? The old man asked what Chief Escort Yang had eaten, and I said tofu with scallions. He wanted some too. After he finished eating, he suddenly thought of his friends from his youth. He was the one talking, and I was the one listening."
The implication is that I barely said anything and didn't try to seduce anyone.
Perhaps because he felt obliged, He Lingyun ate his rice mixed with soup while whispering, "The old man wouldn't have sparred with me again and given me the Qingyun Sword for no reason. Did he say anything to you?"
"I already said that," Wang Sumo said truthfully. "Thinking about my friends from my youth who are still traveling the world touched me."
He Lingyun suddenly stopped, the delicious food in her hands suddenly lost its aroma, she put down her chopsticks, and a brief silence fell over the table...
After a long pause, he whispered, "It's about unfollowing the old man, isn't it?"
Wang Sumo nodded, "I only just learned that the old man and the old master were friends who ventured into the world together when they were young and supported each other through difficulties."
He Lingyun said in a deep voice, "I made him worry. If it weren't for me, the old man wouldn't have stayed here."
Wang Sumo sighed, "You're overthinking it."
He Lingyun looked at her: "..."
Wang Sumo said softly, "It might be because of you, but it's not entirely your fault."
Wang Sumo changed the subject and said sarcastically, "People shouldn't think too highly of themselves, as if the whole world revolves around them."
Even though she was joking, He Lingyun still chuckled, and the atmosphere was indeed not as heavy as before.
"Do you know Huo Ling?" He Lingyun suddenly asked.
Huo Ling? Wang Sumo shook his head, but the Huo family in Qingyun Manor should be either Manor Lord Huo or the young master of Qingyun Manor. It wasn't hard to guess.
"Huo Ling has been frail and sickly since childhood and cannot practice martial arts. I accidentally injured Huo Ling. The old man spent most of his life's energy to save Huo Ling. I acted without considering the consequences. I am sorry, old man..." He Lingyun lowered his head.
Wang Sumo cut to the chase, "Then you should have said that to the old man, not to me."
He Lingyun looked up at her, then whispered, "I can't say it."
“Hey, you can say this to me, the old man is the closest person to you, what can’t you say!” Wang Sumo tapped his head with a green onion, the same one that had just tapped He Lin.
He Lingyun was annoyed. "What's wrong? Are you really not going to make the crucian carp and tofu soup?"
Is there nowhere else to use this scallion?
As if suddenly reminded, Wang Sumo's eyes lit up. "Hey, He Lingyun, have you ever eaten scallions with dipping sauce?"
He Lingyun was speechless: "..."
Wang Sumo leaned closer, "Green onions dipped in sauce, you'll feel refreshed from head to toe after eating it, and you won't have to worry about not being able to say anything in front of the old man. Want to try it?"
He Lingyun: "..."
[Author's Note]
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