Transcending Heavens: Starting with the Ancient Tomb Sect

Dasheng Pass! Dasheng Pass!

As the location chosen by Guo Jing and Huang Rong to host the Central Plains Martial Arts Heroes Conference, it was situated on the front lines and was a strategically vital location for military strategists.

The couple extended invitations to heroes from all over the world, aiming to unite martial arts practitioners in a joint effort to resist the Mongol invasion.

now.

In Lu Family Manor (the former site of the Lu Guanying family), Guo Jing and Huang Rong were sitting at a table, chatting about the current issues.

In the previous part of the world, Guo Jing and his wife lived in seclusion on Peach Blossom Island with their daughter and disciples. Even though Guo Jing had sent Yang to the Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain, he did not stay in the Central Plains for long. Instead, he returned to Peach Blossom Island to live a quiet life with his wife, Huang Rong.

The reason he returned to public life was because the situation had changed drastically.

He was invited, or perhaps Guo Jing simply couldn't stay on Peach Blossom Island any longer.

So the couple and their family left Peach Blossom Island and arrived at Dasheng Pass, a strategically important location fought over by military strategists.

Here, the days of Guo Jing, the great hero, fighting against the Mongols began once again.

"Brother Jing, these are the people we need to invite next."

Wearing a light purple silk dress that accentuated her snow-white skin, with a gold ring binding her hair and gold bracelets on her hands, Huang Rong was looking at her beloved Jing-gege with her beautiful eyes, which were moist like flowing water, and her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting with a captivating charm.

She was explaining in her soft, gentle Wu dialect, saying, "Compared to inviting heroes from all over the world, Brother Jing, there are two more important things before us."

"The first thing."

Huang Rong raised a finger and said, "That's the incident of the theft of the treasury silver that happened in Xiangyang not long ago."

Touching his short beard, the burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, Guo Jing frowned and said, "Rong'er, there couldn't possibly be a million taels of silver in Xiangyang." Regardless of who stole it, Guo Jing was very concerned about the truth of the matter.

He felt that the officials in Xiangyang were lying to him.

Although Guo Jing had dealt with many officials over the years, such a casual amount still left him speechless.

"The number is not important."

"It wasn't meant for Brother Jing to hear. It's just a rumor, Brother Jing, don't worry about it."

"The reason I asked Brother Jing to accept their invitation was because it was an opportunity, an opportunity for Brother Jing to enter Xiangyang."

"They need it, and Brother Jing needs it too!"

Doesn't Huang Rong understand?

She understands things so well.

Even though Huang Rong spoke in the soft, gentle Wu dialect, to Guo Jing it sounded quite serious and earnest.

In all the years of their marriage, Guo Jing had rarely seen Rong'er so cautious.

Guo Jing opened his mouth upon hearing this, but ultimately remained silent. It wasn't that he didn't understand the question.

He was somewhat concerned, but under the influence of his chivalrous spirit and sense of national duty, Guo Jing's silence signified that he had made his own choice.

After all these years, Guo Jing is no longer the naive young man he once was.

"Rong'er, what about the second question?" Guo Jing put that matter aside and asked about something else instead.

"This letter!"

Huang Rong placed the envelope, which had been passed up from the Beggars' Sect disciples, on the table in front of Guo Jing and said, "This is it."

"The owner of this letter wants to see me."

Huang Rong's expression at this moment was quite peculiar. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her expression was a mixture of a smile and amusement, as if she had encountered something very amusing.

"Um?"

Seeing Rong'er's strange expression, Guo Jing picked up the envelope, opened it, and was immediately stunned by its contents.

Guo Jing is a man of great stature; he's seen it all.

Hey!

The contents of this letter were truly eye-opening for Guo Jing; he had never seen anything like it before.

Subconsciously, Guo Jing slowly read the contents of the letter aloud in a low voice—

"I've heard that Master Guo has a wife named Huang Rong, who is an exceptionally beautiful woman from Jiangnan and a female Zhuge Liang."

"This junior yearns for it with all my heart."

"Tonight at midnight, I will come under the moonlight to discuss the ways of the world with Madam Guo."

The contents of the letter gave Huang Rong the illusion that she had returned to the time when she was young and had just met her brother Jing.

"what?"

Guo Jing was taken aback, thinking to himself, "A letter can be written like this?"

I've truly witnessed it firsthand.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Guo Jing felt no aversion, but rather a hint of joy. Her praise of Rong'er was, in effect, a compliment to him, Guo Jing.

Husband and wife are one, nothing could be more so.

"The handwriting is so delicate; it must have been done by a woman." After returning to the content, Guo Jing then focused his attention on the handwriting and discovered that it was written by a woman.

With such a tone, could it be that another female knight-errant like Rong'er will appear in the world?

There are very few chivalrous women like Rong'er in the world.

Guo Jing has only met Rong'er in all these years.

"No!"

"Brother Jing, the handwriting is by a woman, but the content is written by a man."

Huang Rong shook her head, pointed to the signature at the bottom, and said, "It must have been Jin Tong's idea! Because the tone of the letter is wrong!"

As a chivalrous woman who was once pursued by many men, Huang Rong keenly discovered the subtle yet alluring charm hidden within them.

She sensed the presence of a familiar face.

How could Brother Jing understand?

He was the one she was pursuing.

If the contents of the letter were written by Yang Kang or Ouyang Ke, Huang Rong would probably have been overwhelmed with emotion at that time.

Now...

Huang Rong just wanted to laugh.

She seemed to see a young man brazenly displaying his feathers in front of her, just like a peacock.

"A perfect couple!"

Guo Jing then noticed the name on the signature, smacked his lips, and felt that the nicknames in the martial arts world were starting to look a bit strange.

They seem out of place with the older generation.

Could it be that he's already old?

"Do you want to see Rong'er?" Guo Jing put down the letter and asked. Just by looking at the change in Rong'er's expression, Guo Jing knew that his wife had attracted attention.

Anyone who dares to boast and discuss the ways of the world with Rong'er, whether it's bragging or not, is no ordinary person.

"certainly."

"I want to see what this golden boy is up to."

Huang Rong had already learned a general idea of ​​what the golden couple looked like from the Beggars' Sect disciples; they were truly a rare sight of handsome men and beautiful women.

Whether the visitors were hostile or not, Huang Rong, as the leader of the Beggars' Sect and as Madam Guo, had experienced far more than the younger generation of martial arts practitioners could match.

Regardless, Huang Rong was confident enough to handle the two of them.

Logically speaking, she was fearless with her wisdom; in terms of martial arts, Huang Rong was even less afraid.

The young couple were naturally quite young, and Huang Rong didn't believe that any martial arts technique could ignore the time difference and forcibly erase the differences between them.

Moreover, Huang Rong was a practitioner of the Nine Yin Manual.

Upon hearing this and seeing that his wife had made a decision, Guo Jing didn't mind and said, "Then it's up to you, Rong'er, to handle it."

Since the letter said he was meeting Rong'er, not Guo Jing, he would not see her.

After all, Guo Jing also needs to do his own things.

With the Heroes' Gathering approaching, there's plenty of work to do, and hardly any free time at all.

Moreover, this is trust, this is courtesy, and this is confidence.

No one in the world would dare to do anything to Rong'er here.

soon.

Night fell, and it was past midnight.

Backyard, garden.

Under the full moon, silvery light was scattered everywhere.

Huang Rong sat alone on a stone bench, with the Dog-Beating Stick beside her and three cups of fine wine laid out on the table, waiting for the person to come under the moon.

Suddenly!

A night breeze swept by, carrying with it a faint scent of honey.

As the golden bells rang, the moonlight suddenly dimmed. As Huang Rong turned around in surprise, she saw two white figures gracefully descending from above. Their robes fluttered, and beneath the swirling white gauze, they seemed like goddesses in the moon or immortals in a painting.

"!!!"

This is the perfect couple!

Even Huang Rong, who was also a stunning beauty and known as the female Zhuge Liang, was taken aback by this scene.

Subconsciously, Huang Rong's former mischievous side resurfaced; she felt that adding peach blossoms would make the scene even more beautiful.

Before Huang Rong could speak, Yue Que and Xiaolongnu, holding hands with ribbons, gracefully landed and stood about ten feet away from Huang Rong.

Bow down and pay respects.

Get up.

As Yue Que looked up, the look of amazement in his eyes faded, and he immediately delivered a powerful blow to Huang Rong.

"It turns out that fame and fortune are nothing but rumors; meeting someone is not as good as hearing about them."

"That female Zhuge Liang shouldn't look so weathered!"

"Madam Guo..."

"You're getting old."