The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

Chapter 112: A Little Separation

"found it!"

Mu Nianci showed surprise and reached out to take the wooden box.

The skeleton's hands were still tightly clasped on the box. She didn't notice it for a moment and gently pulled it up. The whole skeleton suddenly lost balance and fell headfirst.

Who wouldn't be shocked when a corpse rushes towards you in such a gloomy cave?
"what!"

She screamed, turned around in panic, and threw herself into Gu Ping'an's arms.

Holding the warm and soft beauty in his arms, Gu Ping'an caught the fallen wooden box, put his arm around her slender waist, and jumped back.

With a "crash", the bones fell to the ground and scattered everywhere.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Gu Ping'an quietly enjoyed it for a moment, then gently patted her shoulder and comforted her softly.

Mu Nianci raised her head, tears in the corners of her eyes, and she looked so pitiful, her face full of tears, which made his heart beat faster again.

The two stared at each other for a moment before she came to her senses, looked away in a panic, and gently broke free, but held his arm tightly again.

"This"

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's, and it was unclear whether it was out of shyness or fear.

"This skeleton must be Senior Shangguan Jiannan. It's all my fault for being so impatient."

"It's okay. We share the same ideals as Senior Shangguan. It's not our intention to blaspheme. I don't think he will blame us."

Gu Ping'an bent down to collect Shangguan Jiannan's remains and put them back in their original place. He then bent down to apologize, took the wooden box, and left the cave.

The two men retreated to the outer room, opened the lid of the box, and looked inside by the light of the fire and the moonlight from the cave entrance.

There were two booklets in the box, one thin and one thick. The thin one was the manuscripts of Yue Fei copied by Han Shizhong, which included his memorials, petitions, inscriptions, letters and poems over the years.

Mu Nianci gently stroked the slightly yellowed pages and murmured.

"I want to confide my heart to my zither, but there are few who understand me. Who will listen when the strings break?"

She had been with Yang Tiexin since she was young, and grew up listening to Grandpa Yue's stories. Now, seeing his poems and articles, she couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.

This short poem "Xiao Chongshan" consists of only more than 50 words, but it fully describes his worries day and night and the sadness of his unfulfilled ambitions.

"Loyal to his country, with a fervent heart and blood, Prince Yue is truly a hero without equal."

After closing the thin booklet, Gu Ping'an sighed and took out another booklet from the box.

"Research and select carefully, train carefully, reward and punish fairly, issue clear orders, enforce strict discipline, and share the joys and sorrows."

There were only eighteen words written on the title page, which was exactly the military strategy that Wanyan Honglie had been thinking about.

After getting the suicide note, the two of them did not delay any longer. They carefully put away the two books and went down the mountain along the same route.

The Iron Palm Gang's patrol tonight was a bit sloppy. Several disciples who had their acupoints pressed earlier have not been discovered until now. It is obvious that the gang leader is away and the subordinates are lazy.

Going up and down saved a lot of trouble, and Gu Ping'an was too lazy to worry about Qiu Qianren's whereabouts.

The two found their horses at the foot of the mountain, mounted them, and headed back to the shop.

With the previous experience, Mu Nianci gradually got used to riding with Gu Ping'an. Her body was no longer tense. She chose a comfortable position and leaned lightly into his arms.

Gu Ping'an held the beauty in his arms, occasionally a few strands of hair brushed across his face, a faint fragrance lingered in his nose, and his heart was indescribably happy.

The moonlight shines on people returning home, and it seems that the horses' steps have become lighter.

After a good night's sleep, when Gu Ping'an knocked on Mu Nianci's door the next day, she was sitting at the table, copying the military strategies from "Wu Mu's Testament".

The manuscript was written in beautiful handwriting, and the pages were clean without a single trace of erasure.

Although she grew up with a rough man named Yang Tiexin, she did not only learn martial arts. Although she did not read the Four Books and Five Classics, she was far beyond the reach of ordinary farmers.

"Thank you for your hard work, Nianci." Gu Ping'an gently put down the page with the ink still wet, and sighed.

"Luckily, I have you. If it were me, I don't know how long it would take."

Mu Nianci looked up, brushed aside the loose hair blocking her forehead, and smiled at him.

"It's a rare opportunity to help you. It's not hard at all."

After they finished copying the manuscript and bound it into a book, they spent another day reaching Taoyuan.

The next day the weather was not good, with low clouds and fog, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

Mu Nianci asked the waiter for some oil paper, wrapped the books carefully and tightly, put a manuscript in her arms, and gave the rest to Gu Ping'an.

"It's thousands of miles from here to Juzhou. I'm not with you, so please be careful."

The two stood under the eaves, Gu Ping'an held her hand and gave her serious instructions.

This was a plan they had already agreed upon. They would act separately, with Mu Nianci taking the posthumous letter and the copy of the military strategy to look for Yang Miaozhen, while Gu Ping'an would go to the place where Duan Huangye lived in seclusion and meet up with Hong Qigong and others.

Now that Mongolia has launched a massive military campaign against the Jin Dynasty, wars are raging across the territory of the Jin Dynasty and the people are complaining. This is the perfect time for the Red Turban Army to regroup and raise the banner of rebellion.

Yang Miaozhen is good at fighting, and with the help of Prince Yue's military strategy, he will definitely succeed.

The Song court's stupidity was so deep that it was a daydream to expect the Song government to resist the future Mongol army.

Rather than following the wheel of history, it is better to turn the table and find another way out.

If this great thing can be accomplished, will there be any need to worry about reputation value?

"Um"

Mu Nianci pursed her lips and nodded, her eyes slightly red, unable to hide her reluctance.

The two of them met for the first time in Zhongdu and fell in love again. They have been inseparable for nearly half a year. Even if they were apart occasionally, it would never last more than a day.

Today's farewell is different from the past, and I don't know when we will meet again.

In fact, Gu Ping'an had planned to go to Juzhou with her, but if he missed the Nine Yin Sanskrit Outline this time, he didn't know when he would have to wait to learn it again.

Hong Qigong is a mysterious figure that is hard to find, so Guo Jing will most likely have to travel to Mongolia.

Emperor Duan would not leave, but the distance between the two places was thousands of miles, and the round trip would take at least a month.

The system can naturally draw the complete set of Nine Yin, but based on this touching probability, it is probably better to rely on Guo Jing and others.

His strength is now unrivaled in the martial arts world, and Jiuyin is just one part of his collecting habit. In the future, he won't have to worry about reputation points anymore, and it won't be impossible to slowly find a needle in a haystack.

But when he was advising Hong Qigong, he inadvertently mentioned that Emperor Duan might be able to solve the puzzle of the general outline, and Mu Nianci kept it in mind.

It was rare for her to insist on her own opinion, and Gu Ping'an guessed that she didn't want to be a vase forever, so he finally agreed.

The two held hands and looked at each other for a long time. Mu Nianci gently broke free, took out a red bracelet from her arms, took Gu Ping'an's hand, and tied it around his wrist.

Gu Ping'an looked down at the faintly visible strand of black hair hidden in the rope, and his heart warmed.

Before he could react, Mu Nianci suddenly stood on tiptoe, moved closer, and gently touched his cheek with her cherry lips.

Gu Ping'an raised his hand to pull, but it was empty.

Mu Nianci turned around coquettishly, jumped onto the horse, and lightly clamped her legs around the horse's belly.

"Nianci."

Gu Ping'an called softly from behind. She turned around and smiled, with a faint blush still on her pretty face.

It is clearly midsummer, but there is a peach tree in full bloom.

(End of this chapter)