Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Zhang Junbao said casually with a smile.

"Of course, but this Madam Mu is no ordinary woman; she's in charge of the all-female logistics team."

Yang Guo became somewhat curious and followed Zhang Junbao into the inner city, constantly looking to the left and right.

Ten iron cannons were parked on the training ground outside, their muzzles aimed at the open space in the distance. The shells hit the earthen mound thirty feet away, and half of the stone wall collapsed directly.

Further in, you can see more than two thousand Mo Dao soldiers lined up in formation, advancing in perfect unison. The soldiers in the front row simultaneously press down the broad blades of their swords, and the entire formation exudes a cold and solemn aura.

His own Xuan Tie Heavy Sword was indeed powerful, but if he charged into such a tight array of swords alone, it would be unlikely that he could escape unscathed, since physical strength would eventually be exhausted.

Yang Guo turned his gaze back to Zhang Junbao, who was leading the way.

"Brother Zhang, are all of Brother Qin's men such elite troops?"

Zhang Junbao slowed his pace.

"This is only part of the troops stationed in Chengdu; the rest of the troops are training outside."

He used to think that Guo Jing's defense of Xiangyang was already quite impressive, but now that he saw the size of the army here with his own eyes, he realized that the difference between the two sides was quite obvious.

Firstly, the soldiers' morale was different, and secondly, there were differences in equipment and food.

The two soon arrived at the innermost courtyard, where several old plum trees were planted, and the copper bells hanging on the verandas on both sides made a soft sound in the wind.

Zhang Junbao stopped in front of the courtyard gate.

"arrive."

Yang Guo examined the red lacquered wooden door in front of him.

"Brother Zhang, aren't you going in?"

Zhang Junbao took out a book to read, gesturing with his chin towards the door.

"My brother told me to bring you here, but he didn't let me in. Just push the door open and go in yourself. I'll wait outside."

Yang Guo was not surprised to hear the other party address Qin Han as "elder brother." In public, they might have different statuses, but in private, they would address each other as "brother."

But the expression on his face was even more confused.

"Who exactly is this Madam Mu whom Brother Qin asked me to meet?"

Zhang Junbao shook his head.

"I don't know either. I never ask why my elder brother gives me instructions."

Yang Guo felt that something was strange and couldn't figure out Qin Han's intentions at all.

He understood that they had accepted him into the military and arranged separate housing for them.

But he was allowed to meet a woman from the inner quarters alone, and no one else was allowed to come in with him.

What is the purpose of this?

Yang Guo placed his hand on the door, intending to knock, but the wooden door was unlocked, and he walked in immediately.

Standing under the red plum tree was a beautiful woman dressed in a lake-blue dress with silver embroidery along the edges of the sleeves. She was holding a pair of scissors and trimming the excess plum blossom branches.

Yang Guo's breath hitched for a long time at that moment, even though he had never been to this place before.

But the silhouette in his line of sight felt strangely familiar, and this familiarity made him unconsciously widen his eyes.

Hearing the door open, the woman, still holding the scissors in her hand, turned around and looked towards the gate.

The grip loosened, and the scissors fell to the ground.

My eyes welled up with tears, and it all felt unreal.

Yang Guo stared blankly at that face, his legs seemingly losing all support, and he knelt straight down on the ground.

"Mother? Is it really you? You're still alive?!"

Two streams of tears slid down her cheeks, and her vision was quickly blurred by them.

"mother!!"

Mu Nianci swayed twice, then ran over and hugged the person kneeling on the ground into her arms.

"Guo'er...you really are Guo'er? You're still alive! You're actually still alive..."

"It's Mother, it's Mother... Mother is still here."

The palm gently caressed the young man's face.

"Mother thought you... thought you were gone..."

Yang Guo leaned on his mother's shoulder, his back heaving with each sob, as the scene of the famine eleven years ago flashed through his mind.

Everywhere were crowds of refugees and bloodstains. At the age of six, he searched through piles of corpses for seven days, examining each of the lifeless faces.

Since they couldn't find her, they concluded that their mother was no longer alive.

He spent his days as a petty hoodlum, eating and drinking for free. If he hadn't met Ouyang Feng and Huang Rong, he probably would have continued like that.

He stepped back a little.

"Mother... I did look for you, I really did..."

Her voice became intermittent due to crying, as if she was afraid her mother would think she hadn't looked for her.

"I turned that forest upside down...I looked at every single face..."

Mu Nianci felt heartbroken seeing her son crying so bitterly.

"Silly child, you silly child..."

"Your mother didn't die... She went out to find food for you that day and got into a fight with someone, but she was hit and fell into the river."

Fortunately, my mother survived. She was swept away by the river to Yangzhou and rescued by a farmer. It's so good to see you still here...

Before he could finish his happy words, his arm brushed against the empty sleeve on his right side.

"Guo'er... what happened to your arm?"

Yang Guo quickly pulled the empty right sleeve behind his back.

"Mother, it's nothing."

"It's... it's from a fight I had back then, but it doesn't hurt anymore, really."

He still remembered how good Guo Jing had been to him since childhood and didn't want to worry his mother because of this.

Mu Nianci clutched the empty piece of fabric to her chest, her tears soaking the cloth.

"Your mother isn't by your side... How much suffering have you endured all alone out there...?"

Yang Guo wiped the water off his face and forced a smile.

"It's not bitter, not bitter at all."

"Guo'er was spared from death and has grown so big. Now that he has seen his mother again, he has no regrets in this life."

Zhang Junbao stood outside the courtyard wall, flipping through a book, while the sound of weeping coming from inside the courtyard kept reaching his ears.

He had spent nearly three years in Sichuan and witnessed the life and death separations of many ordinary people, but this scene of reuniting after being separated for ten years was truly the first time he had ever seen it in person.

A genuine joy welled up in my heart, and I finally understood why my elder brother had arranged this whole thing – it was to facilitate this search for relatives.

Just as I was about to continue reading, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

and many more.

Madam Mu.

That's the woman in the eldest brother's harem, and now Yang Guo is this lady's biological son.

Zhang Junbao didn't know what expression to make. No wonder his older brother hadn't told him about this beforehand; the generational hierarchy was a bit confusing.

Mu Nianci pulled Yang Guo to the stone table under the plum tree and took out a handkerchief to wipe the dirt off her son's face.

"Tell your mother first, where have you been all these years?"

Yang Guo calmed himself down and recounted his experiences over the years, from the dilapidated temple in Jiaxing to his life on Peach Blossom Island.

When Mu Nianci recounted her experiences with the Quanzhen Sect and the Ancient Tomb of Zhongnan Mountain, and mentioned becoming Xiaolongnu's disciple, she nodded repeatedly in agreement.

After Yang Guo finished speaking, he asked about Mu Nianci.

"Mother, what about you? Didn't you say you were rescued by a farming family in Yangzhou? How did you end up in Sichuan?"