"Young master, no."
As soon as Ouyang Feng stepped out of the inn that day, he saw a rich young master and his servants bullying a commoner woman. Just as he was about to step forward to uphold justice, a woman with a face full of black moles came out with a sword.
"Let her go."
The rich young man seemed to find the woman's face too frightening, and he took several steps back before saying with disgust, "Where did this ugly woman come from? It's none of your business what I do."
"You see if I can do anything about it? I hate rich young masters like you who bully ordinary people the most. Take this!"
The rich young master said viciously to his servants, "Kill her for me. Such an ugly woman is an eyesore in this world."
Unexpectedly, the woman was quite skilled; these ordinary guards couldn't withstand more than two moves from her and were quickly defeated.
Seeing this, Ouyang Feng did not show himself, but unexpectedly, they met again two days later in a dilapidated rain pavilion.
On this day, a torrential downpour caused Ouyang Feng to sigh at the unpredictable weather. Then, the woman burst in, but unlike the previous day, the mole on her face seemed to have faded.
Ouyang Feng immediately realized that this woman usually disguised herself, and seeing her in such a disheveled state, he kindly handed her a handkerchief.
The woman was taken aback, then turned around and thanked him, "Thank you, young hero."
Seeing that the rain showed no signs of stopping, and that the woman beside him was shivering slightly from the cold, he was glad that he had just gathered some firewood nearby.
"Girl, come and warm yourself by the fire."
"Thank you, young hero."
Because of the rain, the woman had already wiped the dirt off her face with a handkerchief. Only then did Ouyang Feng realize that the woman was incredibly beautiful. If martial arts practitioners saw her, the title of the most beautiful woman in the world would have to be changed.
Realizing his own thought, Ouyang Feng quickly lowered his head and smiled helplessly. It seemed that there were already many people in the martial arts world who could surpass the number one beauty. How was that number one beauty selected? Or was it merely a criterion?
"What are you laughing at, young hero? Are you laughing at my disheveled state?" The woman seemed a little angry, but her tone was also tinged with embarrassment.
"No," Ouyang Feng quickly retorted, then said seriously, "I just suddenly remembered something funny that happened in my sect."
"Young hero, did you just come from the martial arts tournament? I heard it was very lively, is that true? It's a pity I got lost on my long journey, otherwise I could have met them too."
Ouyang Fengbo tended the fire, no longer looking at the woman's face: "There's nothing to regret, the martial arts tournament is just like that."
"You won't feel regret if you went, but I didn't go." After saying that, the woman changed the subject again, "Which sect are you a disciple of? Actually, I'm not a martial arts practitioner. My father is a minor general in the imperial court. I ran away from home. My name is Chen Xuanling. What about you?"
“Ouyang Feng”.
"Ouyang Feng?" the woman exclaimed in surprise. "You are Ouyang Feng, the eldest disciple of Linghe Valley?"
"Have you heard of me?"
"Who doesn't know the name Young Master Ouyang? When I checked into the inn, many martial arts practitioners who came from the martial arts tournament were talking about you. They said you were exceptionally skilled and the number one among the younger generation."
"They're overestimating me; I'm not as amazing as they say."
"Although people in the martial arts world often exaggerate, they are generally right about who is more skilled. Don't be modest, Young Hero Ouyang. Why are you alone? Why didn't you go back to Linghe City? I was just planning to go there for fun!"
What are you going to Linghe City for?
"Of course I'm going to visit Linghe Valley. I've heard that your Linghe Sword Technique and Linghe Lightness Skill are exceptionally powerful, so I'd like to see them for myself. May I ask you for some guidance?"
"It's raining now, let's wait until we have time."
"You still haven't told me where you're planning to go by yourself?"
"That's not your question."
Actually, Ouyang Feng wasn't alone at first. It was just that when he passed by the Wuhua Tower branch the day before, they didn't have enough manpower to transport supplies to Linghe City. According to reliable sources, their recent activities had attracted the attention of the evil cult, which might be causing trouble. So Ouyang Feng had the ten Linghe Valley disciples escort him back. However, he couldn't disobey his master's orders, so he became a lone wolf. But there was no need to tell this woman this explanation.
Seeing that he didn't seem to want to talk, the woman gradually quieted down. As she quieted down, Ouyang Feng smelled a unique fragrance that belonged to the woman, so he lowered his eyes even more and dared not look in her direction.
After a long while, the woman seemed hesitant to speak and whispered, "Young Master Ouyang, my shoes and socks are wet. Could you turn around and let me dry them? I know you started this fire, but I..."
“It’s alright.” Ouyang Feng turned around immediately.
As they turned, they heard soft, rustling sounds; not only were their shoes and socks being taken off, but it seemed even their outer clothing was being removed...
Ouyang Feng held his breath and meditated silently.
But he didn't know what kind of fragrance the woman named Chen Xuanling was using, as it kept getting into his nose.
As Chen Xuanling took off her clothes, she secretly glanced at him. She was surprised to find that he was a true gentleman, unlike that hypocritical scoundrel Ouyang Zhen. The master and disciple were indeed worlds apart!
After a while, the woman's clothes seemed to have dried, and she slowly put them back on. Ouyang Feng, seeing the rain gradually subsiding, stood up and said, "We're out of firewood. I'll go gather some."
The woman seemed afraid he would leave, and hurriedly asked, "Young Master Ouyang, you're not just going to leave like this, are you? It's so late, and it's raining. I'm a little scared."
Ouyang Feng paused, "No, don't worry, I'll be back soon."
"I believe in Young Hero Ouyang, so I'll wait for you."
After Ouyang Feng had moved a little further away, Chen Xuanling let out two bird calls from her abdomen. Soon, someone nearby responded with another bird call.
Little did she know that Ouyang Feng had seen all of her actions, and his eyes instantly turned cold, realizing that something was definitely amiss.
My master's wife had said long ago that when traveling the martial world, no matter how harmless a woman may appear, you can't trust her. Moreover, when you're in the wild, you should pay special attention to the sounds of various animals, as they could be secret signals for communication. I'm afraid that the rescue scene from the other day was just a show for him!
As expected, the master's wife was right. This woman named Chen Xuanling, no matter what her true identity is, her sneaky behavior is not the behavior of a respectable person. Otherwise, what important matter could she not even reveal her origins?
They might be members of a cult, deliberately trying to get close to me because they value my identity.
What does she want to do? Is it only to harm Linghe Valley and Linghe City, or does she want to use herself to harm the entire martial arts world?
Or perhaps she had already sensed Wuhualou's actions and wanted to follow him to Linghe Valley to investigate?
Everyone thought he was honest and easy to deceive, but little did they know that he listened to his master's wife the most. Let's see what kind of conspiracy Chen Xuanling is plotting.
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