Mestre Desce a Montanha: Início com o Check-in da Noiva da Escola Florescente

Beihai Province, Huaguo, atop Qingcheng Mountain.

“Duan, my boy, I am no longer your match. You may descend the mountain now!”

“Old man, don’t think I don’t see through your schemes. You just want me gone so you can sneak down the mountain to meet Widow Wang, don’t you? Let me tell you, if you’re hoping I’ll leave, don’t even dream of it!”

“Oh? Is that truly what you think? Well, then, I’ll go down to cancel your engagement.”

“Wait, old man, what did you say? Cancel my engagement?”

“Yes, years ago, I arranged several marriage contracts for you. Since you won’t leave the mountain, I shouldn’t hold up those girls’ lives.”

The word “engagement” sent Duan Wuhen into a panic. How could the cooked duck simply fly away? He hurried to grab his master’s sleeve.

“Oh, Master, I was only joking with you. I’ll pack my things right away and head down.”

Secretly, Duan Wuhen wondered why he had never heard of these betrothals before. Still, if those girls were as lovely as flowers, he’d regret it for life if the marriages were called off.

“Very well. Since you’re finally leaving, I suppose I should not keep it from you. Years ago, while wandering the world, I heard of turmoil in Han City. The once dominant Duan family was wiped out. I rushed there, but arrived too late—only to find an infant swaddled in cloth.”

Duan Wuhen stood stunned, at a loss for words.

“Old man, are you saying I was that abandoned child?”

The old man stroked his beard and sighed softly.

“Yes. There was a jade pendant in your swaddle, engr