The world reincarnates, each time a new talent!

22: Throw yourself into Mu Wanqing’s arms, Yuxu Sanren Dao Baifeng!”Really?”

Just as Yun Zhonghe was about to capture Mu Wanqing, a calm and soothing voice suddenly came from the forest.

Along with the voice, a swift finger force also pierced through.

Clang!

Yun Zhonghe quickly raised his steel claw to block, and the powerful force immediately made him retreat several steps.

”Who’s there?”

Yun Zhonghe looked suspiciously into the depths of the forest.

From such a distance, a single finger force had such power, capable of repelling him. One could imagine how profound the opponent’s cultivation was.

”Didn’t you just say that even if I were present, you wouldn’t be afraid?”

Ning Yuan appeared from the forest as if shifting his form, blocking in front of Mu Wanqing.

He lightly fanned himself with a folding fan, looking like a refined Young Master.

”Murong Fu (Young Master Murong)!”

Mu Wanqing and Duan Yu’s surprised voices came one after another.

”You are Murong Fu?”

Upon hearing this name, Yun Zhonghe’s expression immediately changed.

A person’s name, a tree’s shadow.

It was fine to speak behind his back, but meeting him in person, he naturally dared not be careless.

”The heinous Yun Zhonghe, I’ve long heard your name. Since we meet today, it’s a good opportunity to eliminate a scourge from the Martial Forest!”

Ning Yuan lightly tapped his palm with his folding fan. The next moment, he appeared in front of Yun Zhonghe as if shifting his form, pointing a finger at Yun Zhonghe’s throat.

But at the critical moment, Yun Zhonghe tapped his foot and swiftly retreated several zhang away.

”Murong Fu, I’ll remember you. We’ll meet again!”

Clearly, although Yun Zhonghe was a lecher, he was not without discernment. After realizing Ning Yuan’s formidable strength, he retreated without hesitation.

Watching Yun Zhonghe disappear into the forest in an instant, Ning Yuan did not pursue him.

After all, there would be plenty of opportunities to meet again later.

”Miss Mu, are you alright?”

At this moment, Ning Yuan turned around, came before Mu Wanqing, and asked with concern.

”Why are you here?”

Mu Wanqing raised her delicate brows and asked coldly.

”I sent Zhong Ling back. After learning your residence from her, I immediately rushed over. I didn’t expect your place to be empty. I saw traces of a fight, so I tracked you all the way here.”

Ning Yuan smiled slightly, ”I’m relieved to see that you’re alright.”

”Young Master Murong, I owe you my life again this time. Otherwise, I...”

At this moment, Duan Yu also walked over, quickly cupping his fists in gratitude.

”Young Master Duan, you overstate it. It was merely a small effort.”

Ning Yuan said casually.

Then he looked at Mu Wanqing again, ”I wonder where Miss Mu intends to go next? How about I accompany you?”

”I...”

Mu Wanqing opened her mouth, but couldn’t speak for a long time. After a moment, she said in a muffled voice, ”I have nowhere to go.”

”In that case, why don’t you stay with me for now?”

Ning Yuan nodded.

Mu Wanqing, however, snorted coldly and suddenly removed her veil. ”I’ve always said that the first man to see me, I would either kill him, or he would be my man.”

”I always keep my word. Since I can’t kill you, you’ll be my man from now on. I’ll follow you wherever you go, so I’ll naturally stay by your side from now on.”

Mu Wanqing stared intently at Ning Yuan with bright, paint-like eyes, revealing a tender affection.

Duan Yu, upon seeing Mu Wanqing’s true appearance, also showed a look of admiration.

Like the clear moonlight on a new moon, or snow piled on a flowering tree, her face was exquisitely beautiful and otherworldly. Her chin was pointed, and her complexion was fair and smooth, like glistening jade.

Her cherry-red mouth was delicate and perfectly formed, her lips very thin, and her rows of fine teeth were like shattered jade. She was truly a peerless beauty.

She was full of life and utterly charming.

When he heard Mu Wanqing’s words, Duan Yu looked at Ning Yuan with a hint of envy.

Such a peerless beauty throwing herself at him, Duan Yu couldn’t help but feel envious.

”Miss Mu, have you thought this through? This concerns your lifelong happiness.”

Ning Yuan’s expression was solemn, and he said earnestly, ”Matters of life should not be treated lightly. If you regret it now, it’s still not too late. I can pretend I never saw your face.”

Ning Yuan said with a sincere expression.

”What do you mean by that?”

Mu Wanqing’s face showed anger. ”What kind of person do you take me for?”

”Are my vows something that can be casually broken?”

”If so, what’s the point of me making a vow?”

”If you don’t like me, then I’ll...”

Before Mu Wanqing could finish her sentence, Ning Yuan had already taken a step forward and grasped Mu Wanqing’s fair, jade-like wrist. ”Miss Mu, I never said I don’t like you. Since your mind is made up, I naturally won’t let you down.”

”Still calling me Miss Mu... Husband!”

Two red clouds appeared on Mu Wanqing’s fair cheeks.

”Wan Mei!”

Ning Yuan called softly, and Mu Wanqing immediately blushed and threw herself into Ning Yuan’s arms.

Duan Yu, seeing this scene, was so envious he didn’t know how else to express himself.

”Young Master Duan, where are you going next? Would you like Wan Mei and I to escort you back?”

A moment later, Ning Yuan turned to look at Duan Yu.

Duan Yu was a little embarrassed, then quickly shook his head, ”No need for that. I don’t want to go home yet.”

”Young Master Duan, now that the Four Evils have set their sights on you, if you don’t go home now, I’m afraid you’ll encounter danger on the way.”

Mu Wanqing also immediately advised.

Hearing this, Duan Yu showed a complex expression.

A moment later, his eyes suddenly lit up, ”How about this, I’ll go hide with my mother first.”

”Your mother?”

...One day later.

Ning Yuan, accompanied by Mu Wanqing and Duan Yu, appeared before a Daoist temple.

”Yuxu Temple!”

Mu Wanqing read the characters on the temple’s plaque, then looked strangely at Duan Yu, ”Your mother is a Daoist nun?”

”Can Daoist nuns also have children?”

Duan Yu was slightly embarrassed and said sheepishly, ”It’s a long story. My mother became a nun after she gave birth to me.”

”So that’s how it is.”

Mu Wanqing showed a look of understanding.

”My mother lives here. I’ll hide here for a few days. I suppose Yue Lao San won’t have that much patience.”

Duan Yu said with a smile, then stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Soon after, the temple’s gate opened.

A Daoist nun walked out, dressed in a plain Daoist robe, with a Daoist coronet on her head, and a white veil covering her face.

Although her robes were simple and her face bore no makeup, her exquisite beauty was still undeniable, like a Bodhisattva.

”Yuer, why have you come?”

Upon seeing Duan Yu, the beautiful Daoist nun immediately showed a look of joy, stepping forward and tightly grasping Duan Yu’s hands. A moment later, she looked at Ning Yuan and Mu Wanqing.

”Who are this Young Master and Miss?”

Dao Baifeng looked at Duan Yu in confusion.

”Mother, these two are my friends, Young Master Murong and Miss Mu. During this journey, Young Master Murong saved my life multiple times. Without Young Master Murong, I might never have seen you again, Mother.”

Duan Yu immediately introduced them with a beaming smile.

”So it’s Young Master Murong and Miss Mu.”

Dao Baifeng understood, then took a few steps forward and said solemnly, ”This humble Sanren, Yuxu, thanks Young Master Murong for saving my son’s life.”

”Sanren, you overstate it. It’s merely drawing a sword to help when one sees injustice. Moreover, Young Master Duan and I became friends at first sight. Since Senior is Young Master Duan’s mother, then you are also my elder.”

Ning Yuan said with a humble expression.