Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 567 - 202: Three Regrets in Life (5000 words, parts 1 and 2 combined)_2

"If you take one more step forward, I'll kill you!"

Yuchi Jie gave a dry laugh and took a step back.

Behind him, Lin Qiaofu felt somewhat embarrassed and tugged at Lv Baiping's robe, whispering:

"Sister..."

Lv Baiping glanced at Yuchi Jie, snorted coldly, and then sheathed her longsword. Lin Qiaofu bowed to Yuchi Jie, whose face seemed to have gone pale from fright, and said softly:

"Master Yuchi, please forgive us..."

"My sister, she truly had no ill intentions."

Of course she had no ill intentions, she would merely have beaten me obliviously with her sword.

Yuchi Jie grumbled internally, but his expression remained quite magnanimous and composed. He waved his hand and smiled:

"It's no trouble at all."

I, for my part, always believe a good man should not quarrel with women.

Lin Qiaofu pursed her lips and then added:

"Then, the method Master Yuchi spoke of, for plucking the moon..."

"Oh, that..."

Yuchi Jie understood, was about to speak, but then felt a chill on his head and, from the corner of his eye, saw that Lv Baiping had not moved away but was holding her sword, looking at him with a smirk. His voice faltered, and he found himself unable to continue.

Standing beside him, Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu watched the playful scene unfold. Seeing Yuchi Jie's embarrassment, Wang Anfeng chuckled softly and said:

"What Master Yuchi meant was the reflection in the water, wasn't it?"

"Ancients used to say, picking flowers from the mirror, catching the moon in water, it looks unreachable close by; though one's hands can't touch, one can still see it nearer, as if plucking the moon from the sky and tossing it into the water."

Hong Luoyu, with his hands clasped behind his back, curled his lips and said:

"So it was a cunning method."

"How dull."

Seeing the 'mystery' revealed, Yuchi Jie helplessly spread his hands and muttered:

"Obviously, it's a cunning method."

"With the moon in the sky, who could really steal the moon down?"

Steal the moon indeed.

Hong Luoyu spaced out, and Yuchi Jie, seeing this, felt somewhat uneasy, wondering if his idle talk had unintentionally angered this esteemed senior. Just when he was growing anxious, he heard Hong Luoyu chuckle slowly and say:

"Plucking the moon, huh...

"Indeed, it cannot be plucked."

He did not look at the internally conflicted Yuchi Jie, but rather, the clear sound of silver bells rang again in his ears.

Possibly within his heart.

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'Luoyu, I want to go nearer to see the moon...'

He closed his eyes.

Gong Yu sensed something, slightly tilted his head, and saw a figure in a moon-white robe standing with hands behind, his lips curving into a smile. Merely five steps away, yet seemingly separated by a thousand mountains and rivers from the others here.

Isolation from the world.

Wang Anfeng didn't notice the subtle and almost non-existent change in Hong Luoyu, merely smiled, seeing a look of longing in Lin Qiaofu's eyes, and thinking of what Gong Yu and he had discussed earlier, felt that this was the best moment.

Looking at the young woman, he thought for a moment, raised his right hand, fingers slightly curved, and under the operation of his inner strength, the water pouch placed on the carriage suddenly opened, its water manipulated by an invisible Qi force, forming a round mirror swirling in front of Lin Qiaofu, reflecting the bright moon above.

Lin Qiaofu was initially startled, then under Wang Anfeng's smiling gaze, she tentatively reached out a finger and lightly touched this 'plucked' bright moon; her finger entering the water, rippling, shattered the moonlight, leaving only the vivid shimmer wobbling in the water.

This shimmer wobbled, then suddenly plummeted.

Lin Qiaofu exclaimed in surprise, stepping back involuntarily.

Hong Luoyu raised an eyebrow, watching with interest at Wang Anfeng's actions.

The moonlight did not dissipate immediately in the water but dripped onto the ground, seemingly alive, it flowed and transformed across the ground. As it passed, mountains abruptly sprang from the earth, encircling Wang Anfeng in an instant with a mountainous mirage.

Each mountain uniquely presented edges sharp as sword blades, robust solidity, and ethereal grace.

Among them, one mountain particularly high, where one could dimly see many majestic and extensive palaces, with a Golden Bell suspended high, adorned with reddish-gold Buddhist scripture, producing a resonant and deep sound.

Wang Anfeng stood surrounded by mountains, sweeping his gaze over Lin Qiaofu and Lv Baiping, softly said: "A martial artist reaches the Middle Third Rank, the Sixth Rank, where one can feel the heart of Heaven with their own heart. At that time, though you can't pluck the moon from the sky, you can draw a patch of moonlight from your own heart."

"This is no longer a cunning method."

Wang Anfeng's right fingertip gently lifted, touching upon this mountainous mirage.

Atop the peak appeared a bright moon.

The moon suddenly expanded, filling the wide-eyed Lin Qiaofu, and Gong Yu's stance shifted as frost ascended, tinging the moonlight, from illusion to reality, and behind him already took the form of the Moon Palace's frosty osmanthus.

In a trance, it seemed as if the bright moon had indeed descended.

Looking at this bright moon, Hong Luoyu's eyes somewhat glazed, then he just chuckled softly.

Feeling that though Heaven and Earth had changed, the only constant was this bright moon, which seemed unaltered in the slightest.

Jianghu so vast, revered for his Qinggong, in his youth he had fished in the world's deadliest places, wandered leisurely inside the imperial palace, and even got trapped in the Shaolin Temple, unable to escape.

But on careful reflection, the thing he regretted most in his life was stealthily plucking that one fruit; had he not plucked that fruit, he wouldn't have entered that garden, and wouldn't have seen her.

A young girl, just sixteen years old.

Unlike Hong Luoyu, she had hardly ever seen the outside world; her world was confined to the daily rise and fall of the sun and moon, the coming of winter and the going of summer within that small courtyard.

So indeed, she said every grass and every flower in this courtyard belonged to her.