Transcending Heavens: Starting with the Ancient Tomb Sect

Chapter 145 Asking My Husband!

three days later.

After personally preparing everything, the female strategist personally rode her little red horse to see Guo Jing off.

She did not bring her daughter or others with her.

This matter is still relatively secret at the moment and needs to be revealed little by little, rather than being exposed all at once, because many people would not be able to accept that.

The couple wanted to have some intimate conversations on the way.

They traveled slowly along the way, Guo Jing and Huang Rong each recounting their shared experiences, the story beginning with that little beggar—

And this story has finally come to an end.

It wasn't about sharing the fate of Xiangyang City, but rather about being rewritten by the female strategist Zhuge Liang herself.

For Guo Jing and Huang Rong, each step they took felt like a step backward in time.

The Heroes' Gathering at Dasheng Pass, the birth of Guo Fu, the grand wedding of the two, and the marriage proposal on Peach Blossom Island —

As time went by, memories faded, and Guo Jing and Huang Rong spoke less and less, eventually only remaining in silence.

Finally, the story ends on the day the little beggar was met.

At sunset.

The two heartbroken people faced each other, only able to choke back tears and remain speechless.

"Give!"

Seeing Guo Jing's eyes filled with tears, Huang Rong smiled happily, dismounted, handed the little red horse back to Guo Jing, and personally placed the reins in his hands.

Another whistle blew, and the pair of white eagles that had been following them in the sky also descended and landed beside Guo Jing.

"They're all yours now."

Huang Rong stepped forward and gently stroked the heads of the two white eagles, instructing, "They are even more important than your little red horse."

Because the origin of these white eagles is Guo Jing and Hua Zheng.

This pair could actually be considered a token of their love.

As a woman, Huang Rong knew how to target another woman.

"—" Guo Jing remained silent, only managing to hold back the tears welling up in his eyes.

Guo Jing stood there, stunned, watching Rong'er meticulously prepare everything, until she was about to return to the capital.

Everything that Mo needed was taken care of.

Finally, after everything was put away, Huang Rong wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and walked back to Guo Jing.

After a moment of silence, Huang Rong took out a small bag from her bosom and handed it to Guo Jing. She carefully placed it in his hand before taking three steps back.

They exchanged a glance, and Huang Rong smiled serenely, a smile as beautiful as a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water.

"Take care, Prince Consort Guo!"

With her hands clasped in a fist, Huang Rong seemed to have transformed back into the enchanting Jiangnan woman she once was, her gentle voice now sharp and clear.

"Goodbye!"

Huang Rong mounted the old horse that Guo Jing had been riding, and from the horse's back gave Guo Jing a farewell gesture, saying with a smile, "A lone shadow in the setting sun, an old friend from the martial world, why should we need to have known each other before?"

Pulling on the reins, Huang Rong turned her horse around and slowly steered it south towards Xiangyang.

As Guo Jing watched Huang Rong's figure slowly walk away, he realized that Rong'er had just placed a small bag in his hand.

Upon opening it, Guo Jing discovered that there was nothing else inside, only silver coins.

A closer look reveals it to be exactly nineteen taels, seven mace, and four fen.

Guo Jing could no longer hold back his tears and burst into sobs, for this was the test Rong'er had given him when they first met—the money she had spent on the meal she had given to the "little beggar."

Then I heard a woman's voice, straining with grief, singing lyrics.

"My lord, when will the suffering of the people cease? On this rugged and cold road, who will stop the storms?"

"My beloved, spring flowers and autumn moon, life is but a fleeting dream; tears of longing fall, who will drink the sorrow in my heart?"

"drive!"

The galloping horse, carrying a wisp of melancholy, drifted away in the oncoming autumn wind.

Autumn will eventually bring a harvest.

From beginning to end, the female strategist never looked back.

She was afraid that if she turned back, she would be unable to resist following him north; she was afraid that if she turned back, everything would be for naught.

In the end, all of this was transformed into a song, which she sang softly.

far away.

The Quanzhen Sect members who had been waiting there for some time, including their leaders Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, did not come out. Instead, they quietly stayed there with their disciples, not intending to disturb the couple's farewell.

The two brothers stared at the scene before them in silence for a long time.

When Huang Rong saw Guo Jing off to the north, Huang Yaoshi, who was originally staying in the mansion, also disappeared.

Cheng Ying was left alone, extremely anxious.

Hong Qigong, who was staying in the mansion, comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, young man."

"Huang Yaoshi is destined to suffer this calamity."

"Besides, how could Huang Rong not understand her father's temperament?"

As the face of the Eastern Heretic, Huang Yaoshi could endure the insults and let them fester, but as a father, Huang Yaoshi could never bear it.

Faced with the group of uncivilized juniors in the ancient tomb, Hong Qigong felt that his bones were not as hard as they used to be because of the Beggars' Sect.

He also agreed with his apprentice Huang Rong's approach.

The love for all beings should surpass the love between men and women.

Regardless of Huang Rong's true motives, when his disciple reached this point, Hong Qigong knew that from this moment on, little Huang Rong was no longer Guo Jing's possession.

Previously, she was Lady Guo; from now on, she will be a true female Zhuge Liang.

Moreover, after learning that Zhou Botong, the Old Urchin, had been kicked out of the circle, Hong Qigong did not feel that the Five Greats' strength was enough to make him feel secure.

At least he, Old Beggar, didn't have that confidence.

Perhaps the only one who could put up a slight resistance was Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, before he went mad.

Hong Qigong had met Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, a few times now, but it was a pity that his old rival was gone. However, the crazy old poisoner was a good thing for everyone.

As for Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic—

Hong Qigong believed that even if Huang Yaoshi knew that the Old Urchin had been kicked out of the circle, he would still recklessly rush in, given his personality.

The Eastern Heretic only despises the Old Urchin.

What you hear with your own ears can never compare to what you see with your own eyes.

After comforting the younger generation Cheng Ying, Hong Qigong decided to stay in the mansion and wait for Huang Rong's return.

Cheng Ying:

Faced with Elder Hong's words, she could only remain speechless.

As for Guo Fu—she was comforted by her husband, Yang Guo.

However, after following Huang Yaoshi to the Guo residence and meeting Guo Fu's husband Yang Guo, Cheng Ying felt quite envious of Guo Fu.

She's truly a lucky young lady.

Even if she encounters some disaster, the world will always give Miss Guo some other form of compensation.

The unfairness of fate is that simple and brutal.

However, compared to the young couple Yang Guo and Guo Fu, Cheng Ying was more concerned about the golden couple who had managed to scheme against her senior sister so miserably.

Moreover, they were Taoist golden boys and jade girls with close ties to the Quanzhen Sect.

They might even think, "A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years." Is this saying particularly applicable to the Quanzhen School?

Reality.

Some have sung the gentle and delicate lyrics of Liu Yong, while others have responded with the bold and unrestrained style of Su Shi.

The two junior sisters, one representing the Liao Dynasty and the other representing the Jin Dynasty, began to showcase their talents by using their identities as descendants of former royal families.

The two women embarked on a completely new path.

Although the two men focused their hatred on the Mongols, their relationship remained extremely hostile.

If Wanyan Ping were to sing Liu Sanbian's songs, then Yelü Yan would surely respond with Su Shi's.

The attacks start with each other's songs, lyrics, and authors, and then move to each other's homelands. Once one of them breaks through, the inevitable war will break out.

Although in most cases it seems that Wanyan Ping is the one who breaks through the defenses.

Yelü Yan's defenses were often breached because Wanyan Ping attacked her for lacking femininity. In comparison, Yelü Yan became the special one.

Especially since she was too hesitant and coy, Yelü Yan couldn't quite grasp Wanyan Ping's style, and in a fit of anger, she resorted to violence.

This scene has become the norm these past few days, providing a rare moment of leisure for the other members of the Ancient Tomb Sect who had been struggling with internal competition.

Whenever they started fighting, everyone would sit on the sidelines as spectators and, incidentally, referees.

Thus, the struggle between the two still seemed to be evenly matched.

That's because the people who were both referees and spectators rigged the game.

No one should be too weak, nor should anyone be too strong.

Yue Que slapped his leg to the rhythm while admiring the beautiful scenery before him, skillfully feeding the green dates to Long'er, who was resting her head on his lap.

For some reason, Long'er has been eating a lot lately, unlike before when she was a picky eater.

However, this is also good. For Yue Que, Long'er, who is not picky about food and can eat a lot, does not look so thin anymore, and she also looks much plumper.

This is a good thing.

"Nephew, we're waiting for someone!"

Standing to the side, her senior martial sister Li Mochou glanced enviously at her somewhat languid junior sister, and asked Yue Que, who was deliberately standing still, "Are you waiting for news from Hero Guo?"

The place they are currently staying is not far from the Quanzhen Taoist temple, which is considered to be within the Quanzhen sect's sphere of influence.

"Both Master Changchun and Master Yuyang moved; they represent the Seven Masters of Quanzhen."

"With such a move, it's clear that Master Guo is about to embark on his journey north."

"The fact that you didn't hide anything means you're deliberately telling me what to do."

"More than that, I'm concerned about Huang Yaoshi's (Eastern Heretic) actions." Yue Que paused here before continuing, "Uncle-Master, do you think Huang Yaoshi will swallow this insult?"

The Eastern Heretic represents evil.

As a father, Huang Yaoshi could not bear to see his daughter being bullied like that.

Li Mochou, the Red-Lian Fairy, put herself in Huang Yaoshi's shoes and considered his past reputation in the martial arts world. Combined with the previous conflict between the Quanzhen Sect and the Eastern Heretic, Li Mochou couldn't help but chuckle.

Taoist priests are indeed vengeful.

Looking down at her blue Taoist robe, Li Mochou felt even more certain that there was nothing wrong with what she said.

There was no retaliation because they couldn't win.

It's likely that the Quanzhen Sect's intelligence network was activated the instant Guo Jing set off, and the source of this first intelligence...

It might even have been written by Yang Guo, his junior apprentice.

This point was very likely approved by Huang Rong, the female strategist.

Moreover, it's likely that even the Beggars' Sect will use its connections to send over relevant intelligence.

That is intelligence, a request, and the basis for cooperation.

You can fight, but don't kill them.

This was Huang Rong's request.

Just as Li Mochou was thinking this, she heard a noise behind her. Turning around, she saw a Quanzhen Sect disciple walking towards her respectfully with a carrier pigeon in his hand.

The intelligence has arrived.

>