I haven't signed the contract yet. Just give me some flowers.
Huang Rong's delicate body was as light as a crane and as graceful as a fairy. She was flying on the steep and rugged mountain road. As soon as she reached the foot of the mountain, she saw Guo Jing standing on a peach tree. He was smiling and looking at her.
"Silly brother, why didn't you go back to rest? Why are you still waiting for me here?”Huang Rong's eyes were slightly red, and tears flowed out of her eyes. The grievance and sadness in her heart were instantly revealed. She flew up to the top of the peach tree, hugged Guo Jing's waist, and cried.
"Rong 'er, I'm worried about Fu' er. You're worried too. We've been husband and wife for so many years, how could I not understand your feelings? Guo 'er is not a petty person, so your worries are unnecessary.”Guo Jing hugged Huang Rong's body tightly and whispered in his wife's ear.
"How can I let go of my father's death so easily? I'm not afraid that he'll seek revenge on me. At most, I'll just return his life. He was only worried about Fu 'er. This little girl had already fallen in love and was unable to extricate herself. In the future, Guo 'er and I will become enemies, and Fu' er will be caught in the middle. I'm afraid…Huang Rong did not dare to imagine it. Guo Fu had spoiled her temper, but her heart was extremely fragile. If Guo 'er were to fight with her, Fu' er would probably go crazy.
Guo Jing let out a long sigh. Huang Rong was extremely smart. If she couldn't think of a solution, he couldn't either. This was a dead end in itself. "What do you plan to do?"
"Guo 'er has been avoiding us. Even if he stays on Peach Blossom Island, he won't learn our martial arts. Why don't we send him to Master Ma Yu and let him receive guidance? Quan Zhen Sect is a sect of Taoism and cultivation. If Guo 'er can change and walk on the right path, you and I will find an ancient cave deep in the mountains and live in seclusion.”Huang Rong felt miserable, but she really couldn't think of anything else. Quan Zhen Sect had a close relationship with Guo Jing. Ma Yu and Wang Chuyi had taught Guo Jing martial arts and could be considered his mentors. He could rest assured to entrust Yang Guo to them.
"That's right, Quan Zhen Sect is the most orthodox sect in the world. It would be best for me to learn there. Moreover, Priest Qiu was once Yang Kang's master, so he would take good care of Guo 'er.”Guo Jing looked up at the clear sky and the bright moon and said resolutely. "Three years. I'll give Guo 'er three years. If Guo' er really becomes a hero, I'll betroth Fu 'er to him. After the wedding, you and I will be free clouds and wild cranes, and we'll go far away.”
Guo Jing's words were filled with loneliness. He was in his prime and could still do many things for the martial world and the country. However, he had to endure the pain and stay away for the sake of a small relationship. He was very unwilling. He couldn't help but let out a long howl and raise his head to sing a sorrowful song.
"I'm so angry that my hair stands on end. He raised his eyes and let out a long howl towards the sky, full of vigor. Thirty years of fame and fortune, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of road clouds and months. Don't be idle, white youth's head, empty sorrow.
Jingkang's shame has not been avenged, and the hatred of the courtiers has not been extinguished. He drove a long chariot and broke through the gap of Helan Mountain. Ambition hungry to eat Hu Krupp meat, laughing and drinking Xiongnu blood. Wait to start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, look up to the sky.”The song was passionate and full of sorrow. Huang Rong lay in Guo Jing's arms, tears streaming down her face.
A gentle breeze blew, and the peach blossoms on the trees rustled and danced. The peach branches swayed gently, and the sound was like the sound of nature. The two heroes were full of ambition, but they were not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery. They only saw the hero's fall and the beauty's white hair. The Condor Heroes were about to disappear from Jianghu.
Guo Jing's internal energy was top-notch, and his primeval essence was abundant. Yang Guo, who was on the boat, heard it clearly. He should leave now. He could not let this Condor Shooting God, who was famous throughout the Jianghu, fall into loneliness and silence. He stretched out his hand and hugged Guo Fu, who was so tired that her muscles and bones were weak. He kissed her delicate and beautiful face. This cute little girl still did not know the pain of parting.
"Mu Xiaochun is late, but the flowers know that the peach trees will bloom when the heart is broken.”
Yang Guojing stood at the bow of the ship, wearing a snow-white robe that Huang Rong had rushed to make overnight, which made her look even more handsome and outstanding. Looking at Guo Fu, who was crying in Huang Rong's arms, her heart was filled with pity. However, he had to abide by the three-year agreement. He was also a man of indomitable spirit. He did not want Guo Jing and Huang Rong to look down on him.
Guo Jing shook the oars hard. The small boat was like an arrow that left the bow, flying on the blue waves and leaving in the blink of an eye.
Ke Zhenge took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Huang Rong. "Rong 'er, Yang Guo asked me to pass this to you last night.”
Huang Rong opened the letter in surprise. She only took a glance at it before running wildly on the beach, crying loudly. "Guo 'er, come back."
The small boat had already broken through the wind and waves, and it was far away. Guo Jingyang could no longer hear Huang Rong's hoarse call.
The sea breeze howled, the waves roared, and Huang Rong shouted with all her might, but it was so weak.
Guo Fu looked at her mother, who had changed from her usual calm and composed self to an excited one. She squatted down and picked up Huang Rong's letter.
"Aunt Guo, I already know what happened in Wang Tieqiang's temple, but I don't say anything about my father's fault. Although my father died under auntie's soft hedgehog armor, I didn't harbor any resentment towards auntie. She hoped that auntie would forget about this matter. Fu 'er came to find her at night. Guo' er was rash and ruined her innocence. Auntie, don't blame me. Guo 'er is full of tenderness. Three years later, I will give you an explanation. It's all Guo' er's fault. Three years later, Guo 'er would definitely come to Peach Blossom Island to propose marriage. When the time comes, I will admit my punishment and not complain.”Guo Fu's vision went black and she collapsed on the beach. Her beautiful eyes looked at Huang Rong with sorrow. "Mother, what exactly happened in Wang Tieqiang's temple back then?”
Ke Zhen 'e was blind, but his heart was as clear as a mirror. After Guo Fu finished reading Yang Guo's letter, she laughed loudly. "Yang Kang, you bastard. You have a good son.”
The iron staff in Ke Zhenge's hand was like a snake as it slithered under Guo Fu's armpit and wrapped her up. "Back then, Yang Kang was also a talented person. His intelligence and wisdom far surpassed Guo Jing. It was a pity that he was greedy for glory and wealth, so he took the thief as his father and betrayed the country. In Wang Tieqiang Temple, he ambushed Rong 'er and hit her in the back. He was injured by Rong' er's soft hedgehog armor and died from the poison. Ever since Guo 'er came to Peach Blossom Island, Rong' er had been depressed and could not face Yang Guo. He just didn't expect Yang Guo to be so open-minded at such a young age. He was a true hero, a great hero.”
Huang Rong looked at Wang Yang and was stunned for a while. Her beautiful eyes revealed a trace of determination. "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, prepare the boat. I want to get Guo 'er back.”
Ke Zhenge shook his head and laughed. "Rong 'er, there's no need. Guo' er had a long talk with me last night. He said that he still has unfinished business in Zhongnan Mountain. Even if you don't send him there, he will go himself.”
Huang Rongyu's face revealed a trace of surprise. How could Yang Guo be related to Zhongnan Mountain at such a young age? However, there were many mysterious aspects about this kid. The internal energy he learned was similar to the Nine Yin Mantra, but it was also an orthodox Daoist technique. Could he really be the disciple of a reclusive expert from Quan Zhen Sect?
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