With a sword drawn, he laughs proudly, his martial prowess dominating the heavens!

Chapter 48 The Martial Arts World of Old and Young

This time, Li Che ate very slowly.

The soft light from the inn spilled onto the soup noodles, revealing specks of oil. The old master was a bit stingy, but his skills were excellent, and the taste was superb.

After finishing a sip of hot soup, Li Che slumped against the wall without any regard for his image, feeling as if time had slowed down.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, his gaze falling on the knees of passersby. They walked slowly, sometimes pausing for a moment, and then leisurely walking away.

I felt inexplicably at ease.

"Eight copper coins."

He Sanqi smiled, spread his hands, and took it. He counted it carefully twice before putting it in his pocket. "Are you full?"

I'm full.

After saying this, Li Che stood up and bowed respectfully, "Junior Li Che of Mount Hua pays respects to Senior He."

"Huh, you know me?"

"I have never seen him, but it is said that Senior He travels the world carrying a wonton stand, living a simple life in the city, indifferent to fame and fortune. Moreover, he gave a warning in advance. Considering both, I have made this deduction."

He Sanqi smiled, shook his head, and waved his hand. "The terms 'senior' and 'junior' are so awkward to say. Alright, sit down over there. Don't delay this old man from selling wontons. If you startle the customers, you'll have to compensate them."

Li Che: "..."

"senior......"

"Call me shopkeeper or Old He, it'll sound nice. Your master isn't here, no one's going to pay attention to you and it'll be disrespectful, besides..." He Sanqi paused, glancing at Li Che with a smile, "I don't think you're a really law-abiding person either."

The old man's words had a hidden meaning!

"Mr. He, thank you for your help... I thank you on behalf of my friends from the security escort agency."

"That's more palatable. It wasn't a bad deal for the old man to charge you thirty-four copper coins." He Sanqi changed the subject and said, "You don't need to thank me. What kind of logic is it to cause trouble for others when you've already made it yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Li Che felt a chill run down his spine, but he had no idea how much this senior knew.

He Sanqi sighed again, "Killing a few demonic cult members is fine, but were those Songshan Sect disciples sent by you?"

The Five Mountains Sword Sects are of one mind and share the same roots, why are they killing each other?!

He Sanqi spoke with a hint of anger, but Li Che felt a sense of relief, guessing that He Sanqi only saw him kill the members of the Demonic Sect, and that the Songshan disciples would only find out later that they had been blamed.

Perhaps he harbored suspicions, and then, by chance, discovered the assassins from Songshan, leading him to this conclusion.

However, he was probably unaware of his confrontation with Ren Yingying.

Although Li Che had a clear conscience about this matter, the information he revealed that night was too much to explain.

Li Che then switched to a more respectful form of address and said frankly, "This junior is not a murderer, nor did I intentionally provoke conflict between the two factions. However, since others have shown murderous intent first, how can this junior allow myself to be slaughtered?"

There was no point in arguing anymore. After a moment's thought, he briefly recounted what Di Xiu had done, but replaced Qu Feiyan with someone from the escort agency.

"Oh, in that case, I can't blame you."

"Does the senior trust me?"

"Your words of thanks just now are enough." Then he added, "You've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve, but you're still too green."

Li Che frowned slightly. "Please enlighten me, senior."

He Sanqi glanced at him with a smile, then ladled out another half bowl of wonton soup and drank it himself. "If you want some, help yourself. It's a copper coin."

Li Che: "..."

After finishing the soup, He Sanqi casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "You're quite decisive, kid. Don't worry, if Alliance Leader Zuo has already decided that you killed the person, you'd probably be on Shengguan Peak by now, instead of sending some mediocre people to deal with you."

How could they not seize such an opportunity to make a big fuss about the Huashan Sect? However, after this incident, things might change drastically.

Li Che had anticipated this. As one of the biggest obstacles on the road to Huashan's revival, the two sides had long been engaged in a power struggle, and it was only a matter of time before it turned into an open battle.

I'm not afraid, but once the name "Feng Qingyang" is mentioned, everyone will have to think twice.

But Li Che really didn't want to disturb the old man's peace unless absolutely necessary.

Appropriate forbearance is fine, but after thinking for a moment, Li came up with another plan, thinking: "Zuo Lengchan doesn't know his own strength, so why not stir up the waters a bit more?"

He Sanqi spoke only to the point, as he was originally a wanderer in the martial arts world, and it was already a rare privilege for him to offer a few words of advice to the younger generation.

Li Che was certainly not ungrateful.

A stall owner and a customer, an old man and a young man, both leaned against the wall, quietly enjoying the not-too-sultry night breeze of early summer.

"Mr. He, is it easy to learn how to make these wontons?"

"What, you trying to steal this old man's business?"

Li Che was delighted to hear this and said, "It's truly enviable that you, Old Man, are so carefree. Perhaps one day, I'll grow tired of the fighting in the martial world and the coldness of human relationships, and I'd like to learn a skill and quietly enjoy this paradise on earth."

"Words are easy to say, but things are hard to do. What is the Jianghu? The righteous and the demonic are the Jianghu, the conflict between the Five Sacred Mountains is the Jianghu, and even this old man's wonton stall is no less the Jianghu."

Everyone has their own world, but the people are different, and so are the different worlds.

He Sanqi tapped the wooden bucket with his toe and laughed, "Do you think this old man's wonton stall is easy to run? What if unruly customers refuse to pay? What if the constables chase them away?"

With your skills, you can make the other party submit, but if you resort to violence, then it's not the martial arts world anymore.

You're not cut out for this old man's world; go back to Mount Hua.

It's getting late, time to close up shop.

After saying this, He Sanqi stood up with the help of the wall, patted the dirt off his buttocks, picked up the carrying pole, and walked away shakily.

Li Che was stunned for a moment, then smiled, shook his head, and stood up.

Seeing the figure about to circle the street corner, he called out, "Old He, can you still sell leftover wontons?"

"I haven't eaten yet!"

That night, the inn was filled with loud snoring and the smell of alcohol.

Li Che, however, slept soundly.

......

Seven or eight days passed in the blink of an eye, and apart from that night of fighting, the journey home was exceptionally smooth.

When Li Che passed by the burial site of the Northern Desert Twins and others, he took a look. Weeds had already grown on the fresh soil and were growing very well.

He did not return directly to Mount Hua. Having been entrusted with a task, he felt obligated to visit Qianjin Village.

Before he could even dismount, the guards at the gate were already greeting him with beaming smiles.

Li Che had an excellent memory; this person was one of the two who accompanied the escort but turned back midway.

"Young Master Li, the Master of the Manor is not out at all. Just give me the horse, and you can go straight in."

Thank you.

"No, please, young hero!"

As soon as Fang entered, he saw Master Huo sitting upright in the main hall, drinking tea. However, his expression... looked rather depressed. Could it be that his troublesome junior sister Huo had run away from home again?

As the footsteps drew closer, Huo Quan finally saw his good nephew arrive outside the hall. To his surprise, he first sighed, then smiled and got up to greet him, "Nephew, I've heard about what happened on the road. This time, we really owe you a lot."

Li Che clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, addressing Old Huo as "Uncle-Master," and said he dared not accept such a title. However, his eyes kept darting around, and he thought to himself, "Uncle-Master Huo is being polite, but why does he seem a little unhappy?"

He then tentatively asked, "Uncle-Master, has something happened at the manor again?"

"Haha, it's okay, everything's fine."

Li Che: "..."

That's a bit of a lie, Old Huo.

"In that case, my dear nephew, you've had a long journey, and you can rest at the manor for a few days. There's no need to rush back to Mount Hua. Your uncle just returned from Mount Hua a few days ago, and your master and mistress are both doing well."

"Practicing martial arts doesn't matter where you are. I might as well take a stroll around Chang'an. After this long trip, shouldn't I bring back some gifts for home?"

Li Che: Something's strange...