Yang Guo: I defied death and reached the heavens in The Return of the Condor Heroes

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the morning of our agreed departure arrived in the blink of an eye.

As the morning mist dissipated, the rising sun slowly emerged from the eastern mountains, casting pale golden light upon the vermilion gate tower of the Wang Family Mansion in Zhouzhi County.

The Wang family members had already prepared everything in front of the gate.

Three blue-curtained, painted carriages were lined up in a row, their wooden carriages smooth and their curtains thick and heavy.

More than ten servants, all dressed in short clothes and with short blades at their waists, stood in two lines, one in front and one behind, with respectful expressions.

Wang Zhengsong, dressed in a black outfit with a jade belt around his waist, stood beside a jet-black horse.

He stroked the horse's mane with one hand, his gaze fixed on the end of the official road leading to Zhongnan Mountain, secretly waiting for Yang Guo to keep their appointment.

Inside the first carriage on the inside, Wang Qingyuan lifted the side curtain, revealing half of her beautiful face in the morning light, and looked towards the end of the long road along with her father.

She had been looking forward to this trip day and night, her heart was already on edge, and her eyes were filled with barely suppressed anticipation.

Before long, at the end of the straight official road, two figures in white slowly walked towards us, becoming increasingly clear in the morning light.

Yang Guo was still dressed in a plain white short robe, his long, frosty white hair was gently swaying in the morning breeze, and his hair was bathed in the morning sun, giving off a warm and jade-like soft light. His steps were calm and leisurely, without any sign of being in a hurry.

The woman walking beside him was also dressed in plain clothes, her black hair turned completely white, her face was aloof and otherworldly, and her eyebrows and eyes were as pale as the cold moon in the mountains. She was none other than the Little Dragon Girl who had created the reverse life state.

The two walked side by side on the bluestone official road, their white hair complementing each other, and they exuded an ethereal aura that was untouched by the world.

She seemed like a banished immortal who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

From afar, ordinary people only felt the divine light shining brightly and dared not look directly at it.

When Wang Zhengsong first saw Xiaolongnu's appearance, his heart was suddenly shaken.

For years, he had only heard his daughter Qingyuan mention that besides Yang Guo, there was another woman living in seclusion in the Ancient Tomb. He had always thought she was just an ordinary person who had retreated from the world to cultivate herself, and he never expected that she would be so beautiful and graceful.

Yang Guo's otherworldly demeanor was already rare in the world, and the appearance and bearing of the white-haired woman before him were in no way inferior.

The two stood together, a perfect match made in heaven!

Anyone who even considered making a comparison would feel it was presumptuous.

Wang Zhengsong sighed inwardly, thinking that it was truly a great pity that such a person had lived in an ancient tomb for so long without ever leaving.

When Wang Qingyuan, who was inside the carriage, saw the two of them arrive together, the faint smile that had been playing on her lips suddenly froze.

The initial fervent joy in my heart quietly cooled down a bit.

She silently lowered the carriage curtain, raised her hand to gently smooth the wrinkles in her silk dress, combed the stray hairs at her temples with her fingertips, and deeply calmed the surging emotions in her chest.

When the curtain was lifted again, her face had already regained the dignified and gentle demeanor befitting a lady from a noble family, showing no trace of the strange emotions she had just experienced.

Wang Zhengsong composed himself, quickly stepped forward to greet the two, cupped his hands in greeting, and laughed heartily: "Master Yang, the carriages and luggage are all ready, and we can depart at any time. And who is this young lady?"

As he spoke, his gaze, filled with a respectful inquiry, fell upon the Little Dragon Girl beside him.

Yang Guo shifted half a step to the side, making way for Xiaolongnu.

His tone was calm and gentle, with a natural intimacy hidden between his words: "This is Miss Long, the current leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect. To be honest, I am just a long-term resident of the Ancient Tomb."

Wang Zhengsong was greatly surprised upon hearing this.

He had always thought that Yang Guo was the person in charge of the Ancient Tomb, never expecting that this aloof and ethereal white-haired woman was the true leader of the Ancient Tomb lineage.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and immediately cupped his hands and said:

"So it is Sect Leader Long himself who has come. My apologies for my overconfidence. I am Wang Zhensong of the Golden Saber Wang Clan of Luoyang."

Upon hearing this, Xiaolongnu simply nodded slightly as a return greeting, without uttering a word.

She was naturally aloof and detached, and lived alone in the ancient tomb for many years, never being good at dealing with worldly pleasantries.

Even the title of "Sect Leader" was just a name left by the ancestors of the Ancient Tomb for her, and she never took it to heart.

Wang Zhensong has spent half his life wandering the world and has met countless people.

One glance reveals that this woman is aloof and reserved by nature, not arrogant and rude.

Therefore, he didn't mind at all, and turned to the side, raising his hand as if to lead the way: "Master Yang and Headmaster Long have had a long journey. This carriage in the middle is the most spacious and stable, with soft cushions and bedding inside. You two are welcome to enter and rest."

Yang Guo gently shook his head, glancing at Xiaolongnu beside him: "I can ride a horse. Long'er, you should go and rest in the carriage."

Little Dragon Girl looked up at him and nodded slightly.

With a slender waist and light, silent steps, she walked to the carriage in the center, lifted the blue curtain with her fair hand, and sat down in the carriage in a flash.

Yang Guo walked to the side of a pure white horse and mounted it.

White man and white horse, their white hair and necks billowing in the morning breeze, stood under the bright morning sun, like a flowing white rainbow.

He sat upright on his horse, his back straight, his expression relaxed and carefree. To him, the mountains and rivers were nothing more than a leisurely stroll.

Wang Zhengsong stood there gazing at the scene, secretly admiring the man once again. Such a person truly deserved to be called a celestial being.

He then raised his hand and shouted, "Let's go!"

At a command.

The convoy slowly set off.

The wheels rolled over the bluestone road, making a steady, even sound.

Three blue-curtained carriages lined up one after another, accompanied by more than ten servants.

The procession was orderly and impressive, slowly making its way south.

Inside the first carriage, Wang Qingyuan leaned against the inner wall, gently parting the curtain with her fingertips, her gaze fixed on the white-haired figure on horseback ahead, her mind a jumble of emotions.

The sight of Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo walking side by side, the unspoken understanding between them, all fell into her eyes, and a faint bittersweet feeling lingered in her heart.

She slowly lowered her eyes, her fingertips twirling the hem of her silk dress, her thoughts filled with unspoken emotions, only the distant gazes of her companions along the way.

The convoy drove out of the city gate of Zhouzhi County, and outside the city stretched an endless expanse of suburban roads.

The morning sunlight shines softly, and the wheat seedlings across the fields are lush and green.

Farmers occasionally bend down to work among the ridges of the fields, while wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys of distant villages, drifting into the clear sky—a scene of peaceful and tranquil rural life.

Unfortunately, the northern frontier was engulfed in continuous warfare.

The Mongol cavalry kept a close watch on the important towns in southern Xinjiang every day.

Such peaceful fireworks displays, no one can say for sure how long they can last.

Yang Guo rode at the head of the group, his white hair fluttering in the wind. His gaze swept across the rolling fields and looked toward the distant, undulating mountains, as he silently calculated the distance ahead.

At the current speed of travel, without rushing, it will take about sixteen or seventeen days to reach Lujiazhuang, Dashengguan, on the border of Henan and Hubei provinces.

Just as they were pondering this, the blue cloth curtain of the carriage in the center was quietly lifted by a corner.

Half of Xiaolongnu's cool and aloof face was revealed through the gap, her clear eyes quietly surveying the scenery along the way.

Vast stretches of fertile farmland.

Rows of trees.

Merchants and common people traveling back and forth.

Each and every scene was a sight she had never seen in the world during her more than twenty years living in the ancient tomb.

Everything was new and unfamiliar, making her gaze at it for a long time.

Only after the carriage rounded a dirt slope and the road ahead turned into a dense forest did he gently lower the curtain and sit quietly in the carriage again.

The large carriage was empty and quiet, with only the soft creaking of the wheels breaking the silence.

Little Dragon Girl looked down at her own two fair hands, then looked up at the wooden house that moved with her. She felt a sense of unfamiliarity mixed with a faint sense of novelty.

The ancient tomb's stone chamber has remained perpetually cold, desolate, and unchanging.

This small carriage offers a different view with each journey, making it a unique experience.