Why do I have so many masters?

Wang Anfeng looked at his chuckling friend in front of him and couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

With his right hand supporting him off the ground, he sprang to his feet and brushed the dust and leaves off his clothes.

Just before, Master Ren had made his move, locking down both of them, so Wang Anfeng also ended up in the same plight as Su Wenchang, rolling down like a kicked ball, utterly powerless to fight back, now covered in dust.

He casually plucked a green leaf stuck in his black hair. The leaf's edges had begun to turn a slight yellow, yet it was still moist and not at all dried out.

Though autumn had arrived, it was far from being withered everywhere.

Letting go of the leaf, allowing it to drift to the ground, Wang Anfeng looked at Su Wenchang next to him, who was holding his forehead, grinning and grimacing, and couldn't help but feel a mix of laughter and tears as he said, "Alright, Wenchang, what brings you to seek me out?"

"Surely it wasn't just to rile up Master Ren and earn a lump on your head in return?"

Su Wenchang's body stiffened upon hearing this, and he let go of his forehead, straightening up.

Looking straightforward, he said earnestly:

"You're really... It's not easy to come back, and as a friend, of course, I had to cleanse you from your journey."

"Besides, you've also made it onto the Constellation Ranking List, isn't that worth celebrating?"

While speaking, the handsome young man gently bumped his shoulder against Wang Anfeng's, winking and lowering his voice, he said:

"And then... hehe, Anfeng, during your trip to Qingfeng Edge, did you see any disciples from there?"

"Are they, by any chance, beauties rarely seen in ordinary places?"

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, helplessly looking at the handsome young man in front of him, feeling somewhat taken aback as if in another world.

Naïve young lad.

An errant student scolded by elders.

This was so different from his near-death experiences and debating martial arts with seniors that he couldn't adjust his mindset for a moment and was slightly lost in thought. Suddenly, a force came from his shoulder, as Su Wenchang, seeing his delayed response, hooked his right arm over his shoulder and shook it vigorously, leaning in with a grin and asked again:

"Ah, come on, Anfeng, speak up..."

"Did you, or did you not?"

"I guess it must be many outstanding beauties, just like those four who came to our Academy, or if not that..."

"At least they must be prettier than the group of old tigresses in our Academy!"

Pausingly quietly, Su Wenchang looked around, then started muttering again:

"Let me tell you, Anfeng, I opened a betting pool on this matter."

"You must not disappoint me... I've bet nearly all my fortune on it."

Wang Anfeng, hearing this, had a slight daze in his expression, turned to look at the young man beside him, seeing his handsome features, his eyes slightly bright yet cautiously apprehensive, coupled with the topic being discussed and the swelling on his forehead, Wang Anfeng couldn't help but feel... a sense of sleaziness.

Did I actually think this guy was being naïve just now?

Wang Anfeng exhaled and looked up at the sky.

Naïve and loving, growing old together.

I really have slandered this poem.

Sighing, Wang Anfeng looked at Su Wenchang, didn't shake off the arm he had hooked over his shoulder, and said:

"Indeed, there are only wrongly named names, but no wrongly named nicknames."

"Su Gambler, truly as you are acclaimed."

Su Wenchang squinted his eyes, not at all annoyed, and chuckled:

"Thank you for the praise."

"Let's go, Anfeng... Brother Yan Ling, and Brother Gu and the others are waiting for you."

To the onlookers, it appeared that the two young men who had just tumbled down Wind Character Tower were walking away with their arms over each other's shoulders, their clothes still not completely free from dust, looking somewhat ragged and disheveled, yet under the blood-red sunset, they also possessed an exuberance that mature adults couldn't compare with.

"So how do the sisters at Qingfeng Edge really look..."

"..."

"You could at least say something."

"... Stunningly beautiful."

"Heh, then that's wonderful."

Su Wenchang's lips curled up, murmuring contentedly.

His features were handsome, a pair of dark eyes clear as a lake. When he gazed into someone's eyes, he often could make them feel sincerity and tranquility. At this moment, the sky was streaked with clouds like blood-tinged gold, which, reflecting in those eyes, oddly resembled the shape of Silver Coins.

That would be for the best.

Another opportunity to earn a considerable amount.

The young man's heart leaped with joy.

........................

Before March, when Wang Anfeng had first arrived at Fufeng Academy, he formally met Su Wenchang and others for the first time in the Heavenly Wind Restaurant in the County City. Su, the gambler, had just made a big deal and earned a lot of Silver Coins, generously treating everyone.

But today's situation was different; firstly, the gambler had just started his gambling house, and his purse was almost unnecessary.

Secondly... time did not permit.

As night approached, it was very inconvenient to return from a tavern or inn in the city. Moreover, with that Legalist young lady present, Yan Ling, the elder brother, definitely could not visit the bustling areas of the city at night.

Outside a secluded courtyard near the Academy.

Wang Anfeng looked at the somewhat dull young man and the charming young lady in a teal long dress beside him, understanding what Su Wenchang meant. His expression remained unchanged, he clasped his hands in greeting and smiled:

"Brother Yan, Sister Zhao."

"It has been a while."

The Zhao young lady smiled and nodded in agreement, but Yan Ling looked seriously at Wang Anfeng and said, "Anfeng, you are mistaken. If you calculate the time since you left the Academy to go to Qingfeng Edge, it has only been a month. It's hardly a long time."

"The 'Analects: Shu Er' once said, 'When the Master was in the State of Qi, he heard the Shao music, and for three months did not know the taste of meat.'

"It's only been one month; how can that be considered a long time? Besides, we usually cannot meet every day..."

Su Wenchang sighed as usual, and Wang Anfeng, seeing this long-missed scene, also felt somewhat nostalgic. Only the Zhao lady seemed unable to tolerate it any longer, kicked Yan Ling lightly yet firmly on the shin, and said through gritted teeth:

"Enough... You are a disciple of the Legalist School, why do you talk more than those sophists of the Famous School?"

"Moreover, as the elder brother of the Legalist School with numerous scriptures, can you not always use Confucian classics to refute others' views?!"

Yan Ling winced in pain and said:

"Sister Zhao, I am your elder brother, you should..."

The young lady stomped her foot, raised her hands to cover her ears, shook her head vehemently, and walked away:

"I don't know, I don't know!"

Yan Ling, slightly stunned, then instinctively started to chase after her. They were supposed to welcome Wang Anfeng and the other, but now they had left them outside and gone off on their own, leaving the young man staring in astonishment.

Su Wenchang put his hand on Wang Anfeng's shoulder, patted it, shook his head, and sighed:

"They are always like this..."

"You'll get used to it, you'll get used to it."

As he spoke, his brow furrowed slightly and said:

"I just don't know why Big Brother Gu always likes to let them greet the guests."

"Could it be that too much studying made him foolish?"

Just then, a loud laugh came from inside the mansion. A young man in a moon-white Confucian robe pushed the door open, his face smiling as he looked at Su Wenchang:

"Wen Chang, are you talking bad about me in front of Anfeng?"

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Su Wenchang rolled his eyes and unapologetically said:

"I was just telling the truth."

"Besides, where does the word 'again' come from?"

As Gu Jianzhang laughed, every gesture he made conformed to the various standards of 'Li' in the classics, elegant and composed. This had been the case since Wang Anfeng first saw him at the gate of Fufeng Academy, reciting the ranks from the Constellation Ranking List, and it had not changed to this day.

Wang Anfeng sometimes wondered under what circumstances the young man before him would ever lose composure.

Just then, Gu Jianzhang turned to look at him, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He was just about to speak when his gaze fell on the curved jade on the young man's waist. His eyes narrowed slightly, a look of surprise on his face, he said:

"Flying Dragon Enwrapping the Moon..."

"Is this, matched with Luanyue?"

PS: Second release