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“Really?” Wang Bo suddenly sat up, grabbing Zhao Yun’s arm. Clearly, the prospect of meeting Tong Yuan had him quite excited. Seeing the exhilaration on Wang Bo’s face, Zhao Yun was puzzled. “Little Bo, you don’t even plan on learning martial arts, so why do you want to meet Master? And why are you so thrilled?” Zhao Yun asked curiously.

“Although I have no intention of learning martial arts, I greatly admire Master Tong. After all, he’s a legendary spear master! So of course I can’t help but feel excited.” Wang Bo explained. “Why don’t I go visit Master Tong with you tomorrow?” he said eagerly.

“Is that alright? And besides, your parents don’t know about this. You’ll need Uncle Hu’s approval,” Zhao Yun cautioned, seeing how anxious Wang Bo was.

“I’ll ask Father and Mother first thing in the morning. Besides, you’ll be with me, and it’s only to meet Master Tong. I’m sure they’ll agree,” Wang Bo replied confidently.

Seeing Wang Bo’s excited expression, Zhao Yun couldn’t bear to refuse him anymore. He could only sigh, “Alright. If Uncle Hu agrees tomorrow, I’ll take you to see Master. But don’t be happy too soon—if he says no, I absolutely won’t bring you along.”

Hearing this, Wang Bo’s joy was tempered. Truth be told, he was also worried his parents wouldn’t let him go. After all, he’d never left the village since childhood; even with Zhao Yun accompanying him, his parents would surely worry. “Don’t worry, Yun. If they don’t let me go, I won’t press the matter,” he said, reassuring Zhao Yun, who was afraid Wang Bo would insist on going if refused.

“It’s getting late. Get some rest. If you can’t wake up tomorrow, I can’t promise I’ll call you,” Zhao Yun teased mischievously.

Wang Bo lay down again. Watching Zhao Yun gradually fall asleep, he felt a surge of emotion. Who would have thought that Zhao Yun, who seemed like a gentle elder brother from next door, would become a hero famed for his courage? There was still much for him to temper and learn. Never mind, time to sleep—tomorrow he would be meeting Tong Yuan. In these drifting thoughts, Wang Bo soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Wang Bo awoke at dawn. Looking out the window, the sky was still dark. Zhao Yun was nowhere to be seen. Had he left without him? Wang Bo wondered, but then heard movement in the courtyard. He quickly got out of bed and went outside, where he saw Zhao Yun standing perfectly still in the yard. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun sprang into action, moving with the speed and ferocity of a leopard, exuding a powerful aura. Every punch and kick seemed to tear through the air, producing sharp sounds. Wang Bo tried hard to follow Zhao Yun’s movements, but found it impossible; Zhao Yun’s afterimages flickered through the yard, his fists moving with the crash of thunder and the speed of lightning, whipping up clouds of dust. After some time, Zhao Yun’s actions gradually slowed until he finished with a final stance and came to a halt.

Seeing Zhao Yun stop, Wang Bo approached. “Yun, what were you practicing just now? I could barely follow it with my eyes.”

“Little Bo, when did you get here?” Zhao Yun turned towards him.

“I’ve been standing at the door for a while. You were so focused, I didn’t want to interrupt,” Wang Bo replied with a grin.

“Oh.” Zhao Yun nodded and continued, “When practicing martial arts, you have to be fully focused. Otherwise, a single mistake could lead to trouble.”

As they spoke, Wang Hu came out of the house, yawning. “Xiao Yun, Xiao Bo, up so early? Why not sleep a little longer?” he asked upon seeing them in the courtyard. Wang Bo, seeing his father, went to greet him with Zhao Yun. After hesitating a moment, he suddenly said, “Father, there’s something I want to discuss.”

Wang Hu looked at him in surprise—Wang Bo rarely spoke to him so earnestly. “What is it? Just say it.”

“Well, I’d like to go with Yun to visit his master, Grandmaster Tong Yuan. I hope you’ll approve,” Wang Bo said, his eyes pleading.

“Heh, is that all? If you want to see a bit of the world, why would I stop you? Go if you wish,” Wang Hu agreed with little thought. In his mind, it was good for Wang Bo to leave the village and gain some experience.

“So you agree, Father?” Wang Bo asked in delight. At last, he could finally leave the mountain village.

“Of course. It’s not a bad thing, so why object? You won’t achieve much if you spend your whole life in this small village. Go broaden your horizons. Just remember to listen to Xiao Yun, and don’t go looking for trouble.”

“Don’t worry, Father. I’m not the type to cause trouble. Besides, I’m only accompanying Yun into the mountains to visit his master. How could I get into trouble?” Wang Bo replied, unconcerned by Wang Hu’s warning.

At that moment, Madam Li came out, catching the tail end of their conversation. She hurried over, asking, “What are you two talking about so early? Who’s causing trouble, and who’s going into the mountains? Bo, are you hiding something from me? Did something happen?” Grabbing Wang Bo’s sleeve, her face grew more anxious.

Her reaction startled Wang Bo. “Mother, don’t worry! I’m not hiding anything. I was just about to tell you. I want to go with Yun to visit his master in the mountains. Father was just reminding me not to cause trouble. Besides, I’ve never left the village—how could I get into mischief? Please don’t worry,” he explained hurriedly.

Hearing this, Madam Li relaxed a little, releasing his hand and patting her chest. “You scared me! I thought something had happened. If anything were to happen to you, how could I go on?”

“You too—jumping to conclusions over half a sentence. Look at how anxious you are. Be careful not to make yourself sick,” Wang Hu said, patting her back, his face showing concern.

“I’m only worried about Bo. When I heard about trouble and going into the mountains, I thought something had happened to him,” she replied, glaring at Wang Hu and then at Wang Bo. “And such an important matter, why didn’t you tell me before deciding?”

“Heh, Bo just told me as well. I only just found out—how could I tell you sooner? Besides, Bo is grown now. Keeping him cooped up in the village all the time isn’t good. If he wants to see the world, let him. And with Xiao Yun accompanying him, there’s nothing to worry about,” Wang Hu reassured her.

“Yes, nothing will happen, Mother. Please let me go,” Wang Bo begged, exchanging glances with Zhao Yun. “Auntie, don’t worry. With me there, I’ll keep Bo safe,” Zhao Yun added, seeing Wang Bo’s signal.

Looking at the three men before her, Madam Li could only shake her head helplessly. She knew there was no changing their minds. “Alright then, but be careful on the road and come back soon,” she instructed, holding Wang Bo’s hand.

“Don’t worry, Mother. I’ll be back quickly. Now I’ll visit the teacher to say goodbye,” Wang Bo said, delighted now that both parents had agreed—his trip was settled.

“Go on. I’ll pack your things for you,” Madam Li replied, turning back into the house.

“Yun, want to come with me to see the village chief?” Wang Bo asked.

Zhao Yun frowned in thought, then nodded, “Alright. It’s still early, I’ll go with you.”

“Father, we’re off,” Wang Bo said, and with Wang Hu’s nod, he and Zhao Yun headed for the village chief’s house.

Once there, Wang Bo knocked on the door. “Teacher, are you home?”

After a moment, the door opened and the village chief appeared. Wang Bo bowed deeply. “Good morning, Teacher. Your student greets you.” Zhao Yun also stepped forward. “Good morning, Chief.”

“Heh, no need for so many formalities. It’s still early—what brings you here, Bo? And when did Yun return? Come in, both of you,” the village chief said, stroking his beard and leading them inside.

“So, what brings you here so early?” he asked, looking at Wang Bo with a knowing glint in his eye.

“Teacher, I’m here to bid you farewell,” Wang Bo said, bowing.

“Oh—farewell?” the chief echoed, puzzled at first, but upon seeing Zhao Yun, he understood and smiled. “Where are you off to?”

“I’d like to visit Yun’s master, Grandmaster Tong Yuan. I hope you’ll allow it,” Wang Bo said respectfully.

The chief stroked his beard, smiling at Zhao Yun without saying yes or no, making Wang Bo uneasy. After a while, seeing the chief still silent, Wang Bo ventured, “Teacher?”

The chief raised a hand to stop him, then spoke, “No need to say more, Bo. I understand your intentions.” He lowered his hand behind his back and continued, “If you have a wish, you should pursue it. Keeping you in the village forever isn’t right. You’ve never left since you were born; it’s good for you to see the world. But listen to Yun in all things—I trust him to look after you. When you see Master Tong, give him my regards. And remember to come back soon—your lessons are not yet finished.”

“Rest assured, Teacher. I’ll return quickly and won’t neglect my studies,” Wang Bo replied, unable to contain his joy now that the chief had agreed.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave,” he said, eager to depart.

The chief waved a hand. “Off you go, off you go. I know your nature well—just be careful on the road,” he said with a smile, then turned to Zhao Yun. “I entrust my student to you.”

Zhao Yun stepped forward and said loudly, “Don’t worry, Chief. With me there, Wang Bo will come to no harm.”

“That’s enough for me,” the chief replied, nodding with a smile. “That’s all—off you go now.”

“Take care, Teacher!” Wang Bo and Zhao Yun bowed in unison before leaving. The village chief watched them go, his eyes twinkling with wisdom.

Afterwards, Wang Bo and Zhao Yun headed to the Wang family home—also Zhao Yun’s residence. As they approached, they heard sounds from the yard—no doubt Wang Feng was training. The door was ajar, so Wang Bo pushed it open and went in.

“Feng, up early for training?” he called out. Sure enough, Wang Feng was practicing in the courtyard. On hearing them, he turned and saw Wang Bo and Zhao Yun. “Oh, Bo. What brings you here? Weren’t you supposed to study with the chief this morning? Did he send you here for something?” Wang Feng asked in confusion.

“Oh, it’s like this, Feng. I want to go with Yun out of the village to visit Master Tong.”

“Oh? Why the sudden interest in visiting Master Tong? Didn’t you say you had no intention of studying martial arts?” Wang Feng asked.

“That may be, but I still greatly admire Master Tong,” Wang Bo answered with a look of adoration.

“Really?” Wang Feng still sounded skeptical.

“Of course—truer than gold!” Wang Bo replied, standing tall and proud.

“Did your family agree?” Wang Feng asked.

“Of course. Father, Mother, and Teacher all gave their consent,” Wang Bo replied.

“That’s good.” Wang Feng nodded. “Be careful on the road. Leaving the village isn’t like staying at home,” he advised, patting Wang Bo’s shoulder.

“Got it!” Wang Bo deliberately drew out the words, then muttered under his breath, “Even more nagging than my mother.” But Wang Feng, a seasoned martial artist with keen hearing, caught every word.

“You little rascal!” Wang Feng said, grabbing Wang Bo in a playful headlock.

Taken by surprise, Wang Bo quickly begged for mercy.

“Talking behind my back, are you?” Wang Feng said, feigning anger.

“Sorry, Feng—I was wrong!” Wang Bo exaggerated, pleading for forgiveness.

Zhao Yun watched their playful antics with a smile, feeling delighted.

After a while, Wang Feng released Wang Bo and turned to Zhao Yun. “Look after Bo on the road.”

“Don’t worry, brother. I’ll take good care of him,” Zhao Yun replied, nodding solemnly.

“Then we’ll be off, brother,” Wang Bo said, bidding farewell before heading home with Zhao Yun to finish packing.

Back at the house, they didn’t see Wang Hu or Madam Li—only Duo’er was playing in the courtyard.

“Duo’er, where are Father and Mother?” Wang Bo called out, asking after their parents. Duo’er glanced at him, then looked away, refusing to answer and just humming softly. Puzzled by her behavior, Wang Bo wondered what he had done to upset his little sister. Helpless, he walked over, patted her head, and flashed what he thought was a charming smile. “What’s wrong, Duo’er? Why won’t you answer your brother? Where are Father and Mother?”

Duo’er pulled her head away from his hand, pouting. “Don’t touch my head, you meanie!” It seemed she was really upset this time—his usual tricks weren’t working, and Wang Bo was at a loss.

Just then, Zhao Yun walked over, knelt down, and patted Duo’er on the head as well. “What’s wrong, Duo’er? Are you mad at your brother?” Unlike Wang Bo, Zhao Yun’s approach worked—Duo’er let him pat her head, and replied in a soft, childish voice, “Stupid brother, bad brother. Running off to play with Yun without taking me. I’m not talking to him anymore. Hmph!”