Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

Chapter 151

Behind Wudang Mountain, near the Martial Arts School, stands a red temple.

Quan Zhisui arrived here alone. She didn't go back to the Martial Arts School next door immediately and didn't inform anyone.

She was dressed in coarse cloth, wearing the same clothes she wore when she left two years ago.

She set down her bag, washed her hands, and put on long socks before entering the temple.

She bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, kneeling for a long time without standing up.

Night fell.

In the tea room at the back of the Martial Arts School, one incense stick burned out, then another, and yet another...

Zi Yin was reading medical books left by Quan Zhisui's mother, some of which were damaged and needed to be repaired, which required a lot of effort and time.

Fan Shiliu sat motionless, half-closed eyes as if in meditation.

Zi Ling kept pacing back and forth outside the tea room, occasionally peeking in and sighing.

Finally, he couldn't hold back and pushed the door open.

"Master! Zi Nian has been kneeling there for three incense sticks!" he said.

Zi Yin continued repairing and restoring the damaged ancient books without speaking.

Fan Shiliu also didn't open his eyes and remained motionless.

Zi Ling was on the verge of madness, his voice rising: "Don't you care about what's wrong with Zi Nian? She just finished high school, she's an adult and free now, but her state is not right! She looks so sad!"

Zi Yin glanced at him and pointed to the stack of ancient books in front of him: "If you're really bored, help me with something."

Zi Ling: "Eldest Brother!!"

Zi Yin continued to lower his head and work.

Zi Ling was anxious, shouting loudly: "Master!!!"

...

Quan Zhisui knelt until dawn.

The lamp in the tea room also stayed lit all night.

In the morning, Quan Zhisui came to the back courtyard of the Martial Arts School and entered the tea room.

Fan Shiliu opened his eyes and smiled at her.

Zi Yin also raised his head and gave her a warm smile.

Only Zi Ling looked utterly frustrated, totally not understanding what was so funny about these two people!

Quan Zhisui knelt in front of the master and kowtowed heavily three times.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each kowtow landed on the blue bricks with a loud thud.

Fan Shiliu asked: "What wrong have you committed?"

Quan Zhisui: "I lied, harmed, and hurt someone."

Fan Shiliu smiled and asked again: "Did you know it was wrong and still did it?"

Quan Zhisui: "I knew it was wrong and still did it; I am deeply guilty."

Fan Shiliu closed his eyes, his mouth curling into a faint smile, not speaking.

The tea room fell silent.

Time ticked by, and another incense stick burned out.

Zi Ling couldn't take it anymore and rushed forward to pull her up: "Get up! Don't kneel anymore!"

What grave mistake warranted kneeling through the night and then kneeling before the master?

Look at her now, so lost and worn out.

What’s the point of kneeling anymore!

Quan Zhisui grew up by the side of the master, practically his daughter, and also like a beloved younger sister to the group of martial brothers.

She was always playful and carefree, loved and protected, and making mistakes was normal, as someone always covered for her.

But she’s never been like this before.

Zi Ling was heartbroken!

This was also the first time he disregarded etiquette and ignored the master and eldest brother, stubbornly disobeying to pull Quan Zhisui up.

However, he couldn't pull her up.

Zi Ling was physically weak, and Quan Zhisui was much stronger than him.

He was both angry and anxious, pacing and jumping in frustration!

Finally.

Fan Shiliu opened his eyes and asked: "What are your plans for the future?"

Quan Zhisui shook her head, confused: "I don't know."

Fan Shiliu raised an eyebrow: "Which university did you get into?"

Quan Zhisui: "Yunyang University."

Fan Shiliu smiled: "The world is so big, why restrict yourself to just Yunyang?"

Tears rolled down Quan Zhisui's face, soaking her collar: "Master, I want to go home."

She desperately wanted to fly back!

Zi Ling began to pace back and forth, hurting so much in the heart!

Zi Yin glanced up, his eyes also showing concern, but he still smiled and shook his head.

A child's growth must be experienced on their own.

Fan Shiliu asked with a smile, "You want to be the headmaster of the new Martial Arts School?"

Quan Zhisui suddenly perked up: "Really?!"

Fan Shiliu chuckled: "You paid for it, don’t you want to be the headmaster?"

Quan Zhisui nodded eagerly: "I want to be!"

Fan Shiliu got up and walked over, helping her up from the ground and brushing off the dust from her clothes.

He said: "Go out and play."

Quan Zhisui hesitated and asked: "Master, are you not going to punish me?"

Fan Shiliu still smiled: "Why punish you? You're already so old."

Quan Zhisui: "But..."

Fan Shiliu: "What, do you want money from the master before you go out and play?"

Quan Zhisui: "Huh?"

Fan Shiliu started laughing: "In the past, the family was poor, and we could only let you play around on the mountain. Now you're not short of money or time, the world is so big, and you, this little monkey, should have the freedom to play around!"

Quan Zhisui: "Huh..."

Fan Shiliu pointed at her forehead: "Don't you like to play? High mountains, ice glaciers, deep seas, ancient ruins, across China and abroad, cultural collisions, the world is so immense with so many fascinating things, go and enjoy your own life!"

Quan Zhisui's eyes lit up, and she suddenly felt clearer.

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A private jet's route needs to be applied for 24 hours in advance, but there wasn't enough time to wait.

Wei Shixu didn't bring a single bodyguard, just his phone and ID, and left. He bought a train ticket from Liangxi Town to Yunyang, leaving in a rush and unable to buy a direct ticket, requiring transfers and detours, totaling ten hours.

He arrived at Wudang Mountain Station at 5 PM, with the sky still not fully dark.

Wei ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Shixu had gone two days and a night without sleep or even a drop of water. Upon exiting the station, he flagged down a taxi and headed straight for the Martial Arts School.

What surprised him was that this time he didn't need to climb the mountain, as the road now led directly to the school's door.

The driver was chatting with him: "The Martial Arts School you're going to is run by Fan Shiliu. One of his disciples made it big and had the road repaired, extending it all the way up the mountain, so now you can drive right in."

Wei Shixu was briefly dazed; he didn't even need to ask, he knew it was Zi Nian.

The driver continued, full of emotion: "Not only did his disciple repair the road, but he also built a new, much larger Martial Arts School right next to the old one. The old school wasn't demolished either, and along with the nearby old temple, they were both restored."

Wei Shixu gave a faint smile; it was her style, she was sentimental.

Sentimental people...

Are also passionate.

With the road repaired, the trip up the mountain was much easier, and soon they arrived at the Martial Arts School's door.

Wei Shixu paid the fare and got out of the car.

He saw the two Martial Arts Schools; the new one next door was truly grand and magnificent, and it was already completed, with the students already moved in.

The walls of the old school had finally been repaired, with traditional Chinese architecture featuring whitewashed walls and black tile roofs, repaired but retaining a sense of historical age, full of charm.

Wei Shixu stood at the door, not immediately knocking.

It was here, in the back courtyard of this old Martial Arts School, that she and he had talked through the night...

Quan Zhisui...

At that moment, creak!

The door of the old Martial Arts School opened from the inside, and Zi Ling stepped out, raising his head to see Wei Shixu standing at the door.

"Oh? Why are you here?" Zi Ling was in good spirits and greeted him warmly.

Wei Shixu let out a soothing breath and smiled, stepping forward: "Brother Zi Ling."

Zi Ling looked him up and down, noticing the mountain spirit flower hanging from his chest.

He exclaimed in surprise: "This coin actually went to you? Haha, this is something Zi Nian had been yearning for for years, I didn't expect it to end up around your neck."

Wei Shixu touched the coin and nodded: "Birthday gift."

Zi Ling invited him inside: "Come in and talk, why are you here anyway? You look utterly distraught, like your soul is mourning."

Wei Shixu was taken aback; how could he tell that?