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Chapter 87 Don't Touch My Sister, But I Will

Luo Cheng's horse was just like him, handsome and extraordinary, capable of traveling a thousand miles a day and eight hundred miles at night.

This horse has a nickname: "Little White Dragon of the West".

But he had already traveled a long way from that temple.

Dou Xianniang, Wu Qing, and Shan Ailian all rode fine horses, though not as good as Luo Cheng's Western White Dragon, they were still top-quality horses.

Before they knew it, the others had fallen far behind.

The warriors and female soldiers led by Dou Xianniang watched as their horses slowed down, and they feared that if this continued, they would all collapse from exhaustion.

They had no choice but to slowly stop, watching as Young Master Luo Cheng chased after their advisor, getting further and further away.

"What exactly happened?" someone asked. "When did Qing-ge'er seduce that Young Master Luo's sister?"

"Hey, what are you saying?" a female soldier nearby said. "Didn't you see that the girl came over herself, dressed like that, trying to seduce Qing-ge'er?"

"As expected of our Qing-ge'er, even a noble lady fell in love with him at first sight. The other night, I saw that girl staring at our Qing-ge'er from a distance, and I had a feeling something was going to happen."

"I think that young master Luo Cheng is quite handsome—well, he's just a bit less so than our Qing-ge."

They traveled light and didn't bring much with them.

Seeing that the young lady, Qing-ge'er, and Ai-lian were being chased by Luo Cheng and getting further and further away, there was nothing else they could do for the time being. They quickly packed up their things and slowly chased after them in that direction.

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"Brother-in-law, things have come to this, let's eat first?" Wu Qing turned around and kindly advised.

"Don't call me brother-in-law!" Luo Cheng was furious.

They chased and fled, and it was already the afternoon of the second day.

Not only were they themselves starving, but even their warhorses couldn't take it anymore.

The horse that Wu Qing and Luo Zhuluan were riding had begun to foam at the mouth.

Dan Ailian's foal was on the verge of sudden death.

Dou Xianniang's warhorse was in slightly better condition, but it was also exhausted and looked like it would foam at the mouth if it ran another hundred miles.

Luo Cheng's Western White Dragon is almost done, after all, the horse has already galloped a long way from the beginning.

This afternoon the sun was at its zenith, and the heat enveloped the earth.

"Brother, please stop chasing us!" Luo Zhuluan looked at her brother. "Just let us leave."

"You, you get down here first—I promise I won't hit you!" Luo Cheng pointed at his younger sister.

Their horses were slowing down, and with a thud, Shan Ailian's foal was the first to fall to the ground.

She nimbly leaped up and suddenly exclaimed, "There's a boat over there!"

Ahead lay a large river, and a boatman had moored his boat on the bank.

"Let's go take that boat!" Wu Qing urged the horse on.

Their horse collapsed just as they reached the riverbank.

Wu Qing silently apologized, but couldn't care less about anything else.

Luo Zhuluan wrapped her arms around his waist, used her light-footed skills to lift him up, and floated him onto the boat.

Dan Ailian floated up after her. Although Dou Xianniang was reluctant to leave her horse behind, she had no choice but to leave it there for the time being and leaped up as well.

The boatman called out, "Gentlemen—"

Dou Xianniang said, "Let's set sail!"

She pointed her halberd slightly towards the shore, used her inner strength to push the boat away from the bank, and casually tossed two silver coins to the boatman.

Seeing that they were martial arts practitioners and had money, the boatman dared not neglect them. He hurriedly rowed towards the middle of the river.

Luo Cheng urged his horse forward and arrived at the riverbank, only to find that there were no other boats there.

"Brother-in-law, don't worry!" Wu Qing called out from the boat, "Zhu Luan and I will come back tomorrow to invite you to our wedding."

"You, you!" Luo Cheng pointed a gun at him, Bai Jun's face now ashen, "If you dare touch my sister, I'll tear you to pieces."

Wu Qing put his arm around Luo Zhuluan's slender waist.

Just hit it! Just hit it!

Luo Zhuluan nestled in his arms, looked up at him, her beautiful face radiant in the sunlight.

Luo Cheng was consumed by rage, yet he was powerless to do anything about them.

He had no choice but to dismount, lead the little white dragon from the west, who could no longer carry him, and swim upstream to see if he could find a shallow place to cross the river.

Although Wu Qing, Dou Xianniang, Luo Zhuluan, and Shan Ailian had temporarily outpaced Luo Cheng, they had also lost their horses.

After crossing the river, they dared not linger and ran into the deep mountains.

As darkness fell, they hid on the mountainside and saw Luo Cheng riding his horse, circling around the foot of the mountain, searching for clues related to them.

They had no choice but to cross the mountain again and flee to the other side to avoid Luo Cheng.

"It seems that neither Luo Cheng nor I will be able to make it to Jinan Prefecture to celebrate Qin Shubao's mother's birthday."

Wu Qing looked up at the full moon that was both full and waning in the night sky.

"If we don't want to go, we don't have to go!" Shan Ailian said with a grin. "It's not a big deal."

Wu Qing shook his head.

The focus is not on Qin's mother's birthday celebration, but on the gathering of heroes that is about to take place in Jinan Prefecture.

It's fine that he and the young lady didn't make it, since they weren't part of that gathering in the novel.

But now, even Luo Cheng didn't participate, which means that the course of history has changed.

After that gathering, Luo Cheng did not officially join the Wagang Army, but in reality, he was the Wagang Army's most important supporter behind the scenes.

After all, in terms of pure martial prowess, he was the strongest among those who gathered together.

Without him, no one in the entire Wagang Village could rival Yang Lin, the King of the Mountain.

Wu Qing wondered to himself, "Does this mean that history has changed?"

Luo Cheng himself was a son of a military family. If he hadn't participated in that gathering, his relationship with Qin Qiong alone wouldn't have been enough to make him risk having his identity exposed and secretly run to Wagang Village to help everyone deal with the Prince of Kao Shan, who was the uncle of the tyrannical emperor.

In the novel, the so-called gathering at Wagang Village actually took place in Jinan Prefecture.

Immediately following this was a mass rebellion, which took them out of Shandong and into Henan.

Luo Cheng was implicated in Luo Yi of Youzhou, and Chai Shao was implicated in the Duke of Tang. When the crowd rebelled, both of them were persuaded to leave by Xu Maogong.

Wu Qing tilted his head and thought for a moment, then felt that something might be wrong.

Chai Shao was persuaded to leave, while Luo Cheng seemed to have broken ties with Shan Xiongxin before the rebellion even began, because of Cheng Yaojin's trickery, and left first.

There are too many historical novels about the Sui and Tang dynasties, and too many characters.

The novels *Shuo Tang*, *Xing Tang Zhuan*, and *Sui Tang Yan Yi* differ in many details, and *Shuo Tang* itself probably has more than a dozen different versions.

The overall plots are similar, but the details are different in each one. He knows the general fate of the characters, but he really can't remember these small details.

Regardless of the version, the gathering at Wagang Village is of paramount importance, and Luo Cheng is an extremely important member of Wagang Village.

Now, it's clear that Luo Cheng will definitely miss the chance to participate in the gathering.

Is such a change like a stone thrown into a river, unable to determine the course of the river, or like a butterfly flapping its wings, triggering a whirlpool of great historical change?

He couldn't explain it at the moment, so he could only take it one step at a time.