Chapter 58 Determined to Assist
"Senior, did you come here on someone's recommendation?"
This is so memorable! Lu Yusheng was thrilled when he came to his senses.
As the first customer introduced by someone, this was different from Zhu Ting, who came with a research mindset and was only there for the game.
It was undoubtedly a very good start, and Lu Yusheng could already see the scene of his future fame and bustling business.
Although that Amway guru seems to have misjudged his target audience...
She didn't mind that the person was old, but the situation was different from when the elderly person appeared in the Sikong Zhaixing version.
"Linghu Chong".
Before Lu Yusheng could think further, the old man uttered a name she recognized.
Having heard his name quite a few times in the past two days, Lu Yusheng immediately recognized him.
"Then you must be his master, right?" she asked naturally.
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang merely snorted dismissively.
The current leader of the Huashan Sect, Yue Buqun, is not only not of the same lineage as him, but his martial arts are also beneath his notice. Furthermore, he has turned a rough gem like Linghu Chong into a piece of rotten wood. Naturally, Feng Qingyang is unwilling to be regarded as someone he looks down upon.
Fortunately, the little girl in front of him had already come to her senses without him having to refute her.
"I'm sorry, I misspoke and offended you, senior."
Lu Yusheng recalled what Hua Manlou had mentioned: Yue Lingshan and her fellow disciple had been summoned back to the Huashan Sect by Yue Buqun, who was both her father and teacher.
This should be a time for their families to reunite, so naturally they wouldn't be here.
Feng Qingyang's expression softened somewhat, and he said coldly, "I am his grandmaster uncle."
"This seniority..." Lu Yusheng nodded in surprise, then said, "Alright, senior, it's still early. If you don't mind, why don't we have breakfast together first?"
She pointed to the noodles on the table; since they were all made for adult men, the portions were quite large.
The other party was so enthusiastic that even though he was almost mistaken for Yue Buqun at first, Feng Qingyang's dissatisfaction had dissipated by now.
After taking the bowl of rice she handed him and sitting down, he began to wolf down his food.
The journey from Mount Hua to here was extremely long, and even with his profound internal strength, he was already starving after using his lightness skill all the way.
Despite his seniority, he was unconcerned with formalities and did not feel embarrassed even when eating noodles so heartily in front of a group of unfamiliar juniors.
To everyone's surprise, this seemingly ethereal and otherworldly senior ate quite quickly. With him leading the way, the others at the table also quickened their pace.
After the meal was finished, without him having to urge him, Lu Yusheng had already led him to the computer desk.
"Please wait a moment, senior, while I turn on the machine."
Since he was Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan's elder and had been recommended by them, he should have a general understanding of the technical level here. Therefore, Lu Yusheng did not make as much of a preparation as he would with other new guests.
After speaking, he pressed the power button in front of the other party. Perhaps because there weren't many units using the network in the same area, the computer actually booted up very quickly, but even so, the brief appearance of the screen flashing with various colors and constantly changing still surprised Feng Qingyang.
He had been away from the martial world for so long that he was unaware that the mechanisms outside had developed to such an extent.
After successfully logging in, the computer screen froze on the landscape wallpaper she had set. If this was only slightly surprising to Feng Qingyang, what followed would be enough to make his jaw drop.
The moment the scene changed and sound began to play, Feng Qingyang's previously calm expression changed.
Is this the play that Linghu Chong told him about?
He had never seen anything like it in his life; it was less of a mechanism and more of a magic trick.
Although the figures in the painting lack some realism compared to real people, this deficiency is compensated for when they come to life and make sounds, making it an exquisite masterpiece.
The majestic mountain gate, the unruly youthful spirit, and the heroic act of fighting the demonic sect alone—scenes unfolded vividly before him.
Even after the final frame faded and the screen went dark, Feng Qingyang was still unable to calm down. This…
At this moment, he was trembling with fear. Just as he had expected, this young man's experience was exactly the same as his own.
The other party was being hunted down by the Immortal Sect, and his Sword Sect was also being forced to the brink of collapse by the Qi Sect.
Both are proud and aloof individuals, and their only consolation is that even if no one understands them, they still have their swords to keep them company.
Because the demonic sect that the protagonist ultimately suppressed was also at the bottom of the cliff, and there were many scenes on the edge of the cliff, which were very similar to his situation on the Cliff of Contemplation.
Furthermore, Feng Qingyang had also killed members of the Sun Moon Cult for the Five Mountains Sword Sect, and he had done quite a few good deeds in punishing evil and promoting good.
"You knew me before?"
Taken aback by the abrupt question, Lu Yusheng shook his head: "I probably don't know them."
She hadn't actually seen an elderly person of that age in the few months since she came into this world, let alone before.
"Don't you recognize me? How come the experiences of this character in the play are so similar to mine?" Feng Qingyang looked puzzled, and a hint of disappointment arose in his eyes. He seemed to genuinely find it hard to believe that this was just a coincidence.
Hearing this, Lu Yusheng roughly understood that this person must also be a swordsman.
Are the life trajectories of swordsmen all so similar? How come he and Linghu Chong both say they are like themselves?
However, he still asked very politely, "May I ask how you should be addressed, senior?"
"Feng Qingyang." It's more than a thousand miles from here to Mount Hua, so there's no need to bother hiding his identity. Feng Qingyang didn't have the time or inclination for that anyway, so he directly revealed his real name.
"Okay, Senior Feng." With her mouse hovering over the nickname input field, she continued, "Would you like to choose a pseudonym in the game?"
"You need to choose a name in the game?"
The unfamiliar mechanism puzzled him greatly, and besides, it was already a game, so who would call him?
Lu Yusheng patiently explained the basic gameplay and guided him through the tutorial.
And so, this elderly gentleman who had suddenly come to visit stayed.
It's hard to say whether their lives have been affected, but Sikong Zhaixing has adapted well. His disguises are mainly based on imitation, and he has a lot of contact with all sorts of people in his daily life.
After spending some time with this senior Feng Qingyang, they discovered that their personalities were quite compatible, and they soon started playing games together.
Logically speaking, Lu Xiaofeng should be acquainted with the leader of the Huashan Sect, so he shouldn't be completely unaware of this senior figure from the Huashan Sect.
However, thanks to Yue Buqun's various arrangements and actions to deliberately erase the traces of the Sword Sect, nowadays, apart from some elders of the same generation, there are not many people in the martial arts world who know Feng Qingyang's identity, so he only regards him as a low-key elder with considerable strength.
Having reached Feng Qingyang's level, he was able to contain all his power within his body, and none of the people present could fully sense his terrifying strength.
Although Sikong Zhaixing wasn't interested in the game where he fought monsters everywhere, there was no point in playing anything else by himself since Lu Yusheng wouldn't play with him. So he simply sat down next to Feng Qingyang and started playing online together.
If he knew that the person sitting next to him was one of the top experts at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, I wonder if he would still be so casual—
"If you can't afford to play, don't play."
Upon hearing him and Feng Qingyang say that, Lu Yusheng immediately spat out a mouthful of tea. These were the words she had used to exchange insults with him after their previous PK battle.
Although I had heard about the unconventional nature of chivalrous heroes in the martial arts world, seeing it with my own eyes was still a bit of a shock.
Having reached an advanced age, Feng Qingyang's arms, exposed beneath his rolled-up sleeves for easier keyboard typing, appeared rather thin. Although his straight back, like a sword hilt, added to his imposing presence, his overall physique was still smaller than Sikong Zhaixing's.
From this perspective, Sikong Zhaixing looks like a wicked little bully who preys on the elderly.
However, when she heard that Senior Feng had also started spouting trash talk after being influenced by Xiao Xing, she felt relieved.
However, he still walked over to Sikong Zhaixing's side and glanced at the situation of the two's game. Only after confirming that they had not really had a conflict did he feel relieved.
When Sikong Zhaixing saw her coming, he was a little surprised and took a moment to ask, "What's wrong?"
Lu Yusheng shook his head, casually picked up something on the table, and changed the subject, saying, "Can I borrow your sunflower seeds for a couple of bites?"
"I'll lend you the person to chew on for a bit." He raised an eyebrow, but still grabbed a large handful and tacitly allowed the other person to stay by his side to watch the battle.
The three people in Hua Manlou, who were chatting and laughing by the window, had serene expressions, seemingly lost in thought.
Only his close friend Lu Xiaofeng knew that he was not paying attention to the unfamiliar old man who had just arrived and whose true nature they could not discern, nor to Sikong Zhaixing, with whom he had some acquaintance.
It goes without saying who the remaining ones are.
He was a seasoned player in love, so he naturally saw things very clearly.
"Are you interested in Xiaolu...?"
He lowered his voice and leaned close to Hua Manlou to ask.
Upon hearing this, the latter's fingers clenched involuntarily for a moment, but then his expression softened, and he readily admitted it.
For some reason, or perhaps because he had vaguely sensed something beforehand, Lu Xiaofeng was not particularly surprised at this moment.
If it weren't for her in my heart, why would I have been so worried and unable to travel when I left last time?
While I was happy that he had found a girl he liked, I couldn't help but worry about my brother's love life.
The two masters, Master Mu and Master Chongxu of Wudang, sent a message yesterday inviting him to a chat. Both of them are grandmasters, and although they have a deep friendship with Lu Xiaofeng, they cannot be easily neglected.
Therefore, he should set off for Wudang no later than tomorrow.
According to Hua Manlou's previous statement, he probably won't be traveling with him this time.
He wanted to help his friend before leaving, so he said with great interest, "Would you like me to help you test Xiaolu's feelings?"
Hua Manlou waved his hand in refusal, but before he could even utter a word of "no need," Lu Xiaofeng intercepted his hand, which was halfway through shaking it.
"Don't be so quick to say no. At this rate, when will you ever find your soulmate? Besides, you should at least find out about the girl. Nobody knows anything about Xiaolu's past. At her age, what if her parents have already arranged a marriage for her back home?"
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