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The victory at the market and the battle with the henchmen of Ghost Shadow, as well as countless acts of kindness, have gradually spread the reputation of Lin'er and Qingyang like ripples in the martial arts world. Their bravery, wisdom, and sense of justice have become the most discussed topics among the people. The legend of the Divine Weapon has also stirred up a huge wave in the martial arts world. Every teahouse, every street, seems to be telling the story of Divine Weapon and these young warriors.
One morning, with a slight frost still lingering, the sun was already shining. Lin'er and Qingyang arrived at a bustling little town, bustling with people and extraordinary liveliness. In the center of the town, there was a square, next to which was a teahouse called "Cuiyun Tower." They walked into the teahouse, where people were bustling and lively. People of all kinds were passionately discussing the legend of the Divine Weapon and the heroic deeds of Lin'er and Qingyang.
They found a corner to sit in, ordered some snacks and tea, but discovered that the tea house owner and the customers were all staring at them, whispering and full of admiration and appreciation.
"I say, Qingyang, have we become celebrities in this small town?" Lin'er asked with a smile.
Qingyang smiled faintly and replied, "I dare not claim to be a famous person, it's just everyone's expectation for the Divine Weapon."
At this moment, the door of the teahouse was gently pushed open, and a burly middle-aged martial artist walked in. His gaze swept around the teahouse, and when he saw Lin'er and Qingyang, a hint of pleasant surprise flashed in his eyes. He quickly walked up to them and greeted, "I am the master of the Fon Wuhen Hall, Fon Wuhen. I have heard of the great names of the two young heroes. It is truly an honor to meet you today."
Lin'er and Qingyang immediately got up to return the greeting. Fon Wuhen then took their hands and warmly introduced the situation of the small town, inviting them to be guests at the Wind and Cloud Hall. His words were full of admiration and friendliness towards them.
"Master Wind, you are too kind. We are just passing warriors," Qingyang modestly responded.
"However, we are very willing to accept your invitation and experience the local customs and culture here," Lin'er added with a smile.
The enthusiasm of Fon Wuhen surprised both Lin'er and Qingyang, but they were also moved by his sincerity, so they agreed to his invitation.
Leaving the teahouse, Fon Wuhen led them towards the west of the town. They passed through bustling streets, and gradually, the houses on both sides of the street became sparse, with green trees providing shade and fresh wind brushing across their faces.
The Wind and Cloud Hall was located in a quiet place, with a spacious courtyard adorned with swaying green bamboo and a flowing clear spring, appearing very elegant. Fon Wuhen was very hospitable, personally leading them into the hall and preparing a sumptuous feast. He even specially invited a renowned local musician to play melodious tunes on the zither, filling the entire courtyard with the beauty of music.
Fon Wuhen introduced them to the various exotic flowers and plants growing in the courtyard, some of which were rare herbs capable of treating common injuries and illnesses. His words revealed a deep love for this land.
"These herbs are all collected by me over the years. Although they cannot compare to the four great Divine Weapon s, they also have their unique qualities," Fon Wuhen said with a smile.
Qingyang and Lin'er both feel the sincerity and kindness of Fon Wuhen, and their conversation is natural and pleasant.
Fon Wuhen sits on the ground and enjoys fine wine and food with them. They chat happily and get to know each other better. In the melodious sound of the qin and the bright sunlight, their friendship warms up imperceptibly.
Between fine wine and delicious food, Fon Wuhen sighed, "In the martial world, truly good people are hard to come by. Those who selflessly help others like you two are even rarer. The legend of Divine Weapon seems to give everyone hope, but it also brings endless conflict. Alas, I only wish for peace in the world, with no more bloodshed."
Lin'er took a sip of wine and chuckled, "Master Wind speaks the truth. We also hope to find the Divine Weapon and bring an end to this chaos."
The atmosphere of the evening banquet became more and more lively. Fon Wuhen arranged the most elegant music and dance performance in town for Lin'er and Qingyang. The dancers from Cuiyun Tower were dressed in dazzling costumes, gracefully spinning on the stage, attracting the attention of everyone present.
As the music gradually stopped, Fon Wuhen applauded and then turned to Lin'er and Qingyang, saying, "It is truly an honor for our Wind and Cloud Hall to have the two of you, renowned heroes, as our guests. I wonder if you could share some of your expertise with us and broaden our horizons."
Qingyang smiled slightly, nodded in agreement, and walked to the center of the open space. He drew the long sword from his waist, and with a flash of the sword, sword energy filled the air, leaving the onlookers amazed.
As Qingyang performed his sword dance, Lin'er also unsheathed her short sword. The two of them coordinated seamlessly, their sword shadows flipping and flying, sometimes intertwining, sometimes separating, like the sound of celestial music, intoxicating those who watched. Their sword dance not only showcased their martial skills but also revealed the deep connection between their souls, creating a warm and exhilarating atmosphere that was felt by Fon Wuhen and the other guests present.
The banquet continued into the late night, and the conversation between Fon Wuhen, Lin'er, and Qingyang shifted from the current state of the martial arts world to the legend of the Divine Weapon.
"I heard that the ' Moon Slasher' in the Divine Weapon once split the darkness in a great battle a thousand years ago, allowing moonlight to shine through and ending the war," Fon Wuhen said, taking a sip of his wine, a distant look flashing in his eyes.
"If we could find a Divine Weapon, perhaps it could really bring something different to the martial arts world," Lin'er said firmly.
"However, while the power of a Divine Weapon is indeed strong, the most important thing is still the human heart. Only with a righteous heart can the martial arts world truly be at peace," Qingyang said calmly.
Fon Wuhen listened and nodded in deep agreement.
The banquet ultimately ended perfectly under the reflection of the moonlight. Fon Wuhen escorted Lin'er and Qingyang back to their guest room. The moonlight spilled over the town, serene and peaceful.
Fon Wuhen's warm hospitality made Lin'er and Qingyang feel the friendliness and warmth of this small town. They returned to their rooms, tidied up a bit, and then each sank into dreamland.
As the moonlight gradually disappeared, the sky gradually revealed the first light of dawn. Lin'er gently opened her eyes and saw that Qingyang had already gotten up and was practicing swordsmanship by the window. The sword shadows appeared particularly elegant in the glow of the morning light, and every sword move revealed an unparalleled determination and depth. She couldn't help but smile; it was Qingyang's perseverance and effort that attracted her.
Qingyang felt someone's gaze and turned around to see that Lin'er had already woken up. He put down the long sword in his hand and walked to her side: "Good morning, Lin'er."
"Good morning," Lin'er replied, slowly sitting up. "Are we leaving this town today?"
Qingyang nodded, "Yes, we still have a long way to go, and we need to continue exploring the matter of the Divine Weapon."
Lin'er looked at the sky outside the window and nodded slightly, "I know, this road is not easy, but with you by my side, I feel like we can overcome anything."
Qingyang Upon hearing this, felt a warmth in his heart. He looked at Lin'er seriously and said, "Me too. With you by my side, we can overcome any difficulties on the road."
They smiled, and their trust in each other was evident in that moment. After packing up, they thanked Fon Wuhen and set off on their journey. Fon Wuhen personally escorted them to the exit of the town, with a look of affection and hope in his eyes.
The people of the town also came to send their blessings, wishing them a smooth journey and the ability to find the Divine Weapon to complete their mission. They were dressed in simple clothes, and their sincere blessings and reluctance were evident on their plain faces.
Fon Wuhen watched their departing figures and deeply felt a sense of expectation. These two young warriors had an extraordinary light in their eyes. He firmly believed that these two young warriors would stir up a greater storm in the martial arts world, and perhaps, truly bring a glimmer of clarity to this chaotic world.
He sighed softly and turned back to the Wind and Cloud Hall.
Meanwhile, Qingyang and Lin'er set out on the path to the Divine Weapon. Justice and faith were their driving force and the foundation of their invincibility.
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