All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Mu Wanqing, who was in his arms, suddenly spoke softly:

"This road does not lead to Wuliang Mountain."

"Of course not."

Zhang Cheng explained, "I'm rushing to Wuliang Mountain for the Wuliang Grand Competition to show off my skills and make the name 'Hero Zhang' resound throughout Dali, Yunnan."

Look at the state of the three of us now, it would be embarrassing for us to go there.

"Of course we need to find the nearest town and buy some new clothes. And also give the second child a break."

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng patted Yue Laosan's head on the back of his back.

I must say, this head is big and round, and it looks pretty cool when coiled up.

After walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Zhang Cheng could already see the outline of the town.

With its green tiles and white walls, and wisps of smoke rising from chimneys, it's a small town nestled against the mountains and beside the water.

At the entrance of the town stands a stone tablet with three large characters engraved on it: Bixi Town.

Zhang Cheng reined in the horse, and Black Rose slowly came to a stop.

"Why did you stop?" Mu Wanqing turned to look at him.

"If we're sitting like this, we'll easily attract criticism when we enter town. Just sit still, and I'll lead the horses into town in a bit."

"Who dares to slander me?" Mu Wanqing's tone turned cold: "I'll slap him across the face."

Zhang Cheng: "..."

He looked down at the girl in his arms with an expression of complete entitlement, and was momentarily speechless.

"You little brat," he said helplessly, "why are you so violent?"

Mu Wanqing rolled her eyes at him: "What do you mean? Tell me, if someone were to speak ill of you behind your back, what would you do?"

Zhang Cheng was stumped by the question.

He thought about it carefully.

If someone is talking behind your back and doesn't bring you any benefit, you'll most likely choose to resort to violence.

Although he considered himself to be more measured than Mu Wanqing, in essence, they seemed to be no different.

Looking at it this way, it seems that they are quite compatible in some ways.

"Alright then," Zhang Cheng honestly admitted, "I'm pretty much the same as you."

However, it's better to avoid trouble. It's best not to be so unconventional.

Let's go to the inn and book a room first, then leave the second brother there to recover from his injuries.

"Then let's go shopping again and buy two outfits for me and the second brother, and while we're at it, I'll take you to pick out a hairpin."

Mu Wanqing initially seemed somewhat unwilling, but after hearing Zhang Cheng's words, her mood visibly improved.

She gave a soft "hmm" and didn't argue further.

So, Zhang Cheng led the horse, carrying Mu Wanqing, and slowly walked into Bixi Town.

Mu Wanqing has excellent taste in clothing. Although her clothes are somewhat disheveled, the fabric is exquisite and the tailoring is perfect, showing that she comes from a good family.

In addition, Zhang Cheng, who was standing next to him, was tall and imposing.

When the two walked together, if you ignored Yue Laosan on Zhang Cheng's back, they looked like a young lady from a wealthy family, leading her family's martial arts guards on a journey through the martial arts world.

Although it's still eye-catching, at least it doesn't feel out of place.

Bixi Town is small, with only two main streets.

The three of them entered the town and went straight to the inn, where they asked for a superior room.

Zhang Cheng carried his luggage in one hand and Yue Laosan in the other, and stomped upstairs.

Once inside, he tossed Yue Laosan onto the bed and leaned closer to examine his complexion.

As a martial artist with a solid foundation, Yue Laosan had regained some of his strength and was still able to stare at Zhang Cheng in bed, not at all like a seriously injured person with broken ribs and internal injuries.

"Second brother, you look much better. We'll leave you here to watch the house. We'll go out and buy some things, and then we'll come back to see you."

He placed his baggage beside Yue Laosan and then left with Mu Wanqing.

The first thing to do, of course, is to find a clothing store.

Although Zhang Cheng didn't care about showing off his back, as a good hero of the old era who "did not follow the rules and laws," he still had to be mindful of his influence.

Once inside the shop, Mu Wanqing, for some reason, took the initiative to pick out clothes for him.

"Hey, Wanqing," Zhang Cheng rubbed his hands together, "I'd like to get a white straight-leg robe; it looks decent enough."

"Your temperament doesn't suit a straight robe." Mu Wanqing shook her head, took a black short brown shirt from the rack and handed it to her, "Try this one."

Zhang Cheng's lips twitched, but he had to admit that she was right.

"Won't this black one look too much like a night-clothes outfit?"

"Black is durable and looks imposing," Mu Wanqing said, taking down a matching belt and a dark gray sash from the shelf. "It'll look neat and tidy with these."

Although the shop assistants were curious about the relationship between the two, they saw that Mu Wanqing had a long sword hanging at her waist and a cold expression, and Zhang Cheng, although his clothes were tattered, still had an imposing aura. They immediately knew better than to retreat behind the counter and pretended not to see anything.

"With my aura, I don't need to show off." Zhang Cheng took the clothes Mu Wanqing handed him and borrowed an inner room from the shopkeeper.

He changed his clothes, came out of the inner room, and found Mu Wanqing standing at the door.

Seeing him come out, she looked him up and down and gave a soft "hmm".

"How was it?" Zhang Cheng spun around.

"It's alright." Mu Wanqing's tone was flat, but her eyes curved slightly, clearly indicating that she was satisfied.

After buying the clothes, Zhang Cheng also picked out a dark cloak for Yue Laosan that could cover his head and face, so that the "little cutie" wouldn't scare others.

After paying, the two left the clothing store.

"Let's go find a jewelry shop and I'll pick out a hairpin for you."

Mu Wanqing reached out and grabbed his wrist: "It's just a hairpin, no need to spend money. There are stalls selling them in the market ahead, let's go take a look."

Zhang Cheng had no objection, so he followed her to the market.

On the way, Mu Wanqing suddenly spoke:

"You know my name, but I still don't know yours."

Her voice was very soft; if Zhang Cheng hadn't had exceptional hearing, it would have been almost drowned out by the noise of the street.

"I feel this is somewhat unfair. Would you do me the honor of telling me, sir?"

Zhang Cheng paused, turning back to look at her.

Mu Wanqing lowered her head slightly, her expression obscured by the black veil, but her ears seemed to be slightly red.

"Hey, Wanqing," Zhang Cheng scratched his head, "I think the way you talked when we first met was pretty good. There's no need to be so formal; it makes me feel really uncomfortable."

Seeing that Mu Wanqing was about to perform another face-changing act, Zhang Cheng quickly added:

"You can just ask me about something this trivial; there's no need to beat around the bush. My real name is Zhang Cheng, Zhang as in 'bow and long,' and Cheng as in 'future.'"

"Zhang Chengyao..." Mu Wanqing repeated softly, seemingly savoring the name.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up at Zhang Cheng: "So... how old are you?"

"Thirty-one. How about that, can't believe it?" Zhang Cheng said, striking a pose as he spoke.

Mu Wanqing shook her head and didn't say anything, but something Zhang Cheng couldn't understand flashed in her eyes.

Looking at her thoughtful expression, Zhang Cheng felt a little uneasy.

Could this little girl really be thinking about "recognizing a father"?

No, I need to shift my attention quickly.

He simply reached out and pulled Mu Wanqing's wrist—

"Let's go buy hairpins!"

Before Mu Wanqing could react, Zhang Cheng pulled her along at a jog.

She was light-footed, and Zhang Cheng was strong; the run made her feet slightly lift off the ground, as if she were being carried at high speed.

Zhang Cheng pulled Mu Wanqing along, and they flew through the crowd to a jewelry stall.

The stall owner was an elderly woman with gray hair. In front of her was a blue cloth covered with all sorts of trinkets.

"Pick one?" Zhang Cheng turned to look at Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing shook her head and said softly, "You help me choose."

Zhang Cheng was taken aback: "Me? I don't know anything about these things..."

"Pick whatever you like," Mu Wanqing said calmly. "I'll wear whatever you choose."

This……

Zhang Daxia had no choice but to bite the bullet and, relying on his meager aesthetic sense, rummaged through a pile of hairpins for a long time before finally picking out a plain wooden hairpin.

"This... looks alright?"

Mu Wanqing took it, rubbed it in her hands for a moment, and nodded gently.

"like?"

"Um."

Zhang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and took out his money to pay the bill.

He straightened up and watched as Mu Wanqing carefully put the hairpin into her bosom. Suddenly, he felt that it was better to make some things clear.

"Wanqing..."

Zhang Cheng cleared his throat, his tone unusually serious: "I know you might have some thoughts about me."

Mu Wanqing's body stiffened slightly.

"But this matter..."

Zhang Cheng scratched his head, organizing his thoughts, "I don't have much experience either. And our relationship... has progressed a bit too quickly."

He paused, noticing Mu Wanqing's increasingly pale face, and quickly added:

"What I mean is—how about we spend more time together and see? I don't mean to reject you."

After all, becoming a father is a serious matter that requires careful consideration.

Mu Wanqing's face was pale at first, but she calmed down slightly after hearing the last sentence and responded very softly:

"……good."