All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

After this conversation, the unpleasantness between the two was finally put behind them.

Although they can no longer be called friends, they are at least no longer enemies. Instead, they have inexplicably become comrades-in-arms in the "unified front against the playboy Duan Zhengchun".

The atmosphere became noticeably more relaxed on the rest of the journey.

Black Rose was still running at breakneck speed, but Zhang Cheng and Mu Wanqing were now able to chat casually.

"so……"

Mu Wan tidied her hair, which had been ruffled by the wind.

"You want to climb Wuliang Mountain because you learned through special channels that a secret martial arts manual is hidden beneath the cliffs of Wuliang Mountain?"

Mu Wanqing looked at Zhang Cheng speechlessly, never expecting that anyone would believe such nonsense.

"With your current skills, there's no need for you to look for any secret martial arts manuals, is there?"

"That's because you're so ignorant, little girl."

There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.

"If I don't find some powerful martial arts manuals to practice, with my current skills, even beating your father would be a struggle."

"Alright, stop thinking about this."

Zhang Cheng waved his hand, "Instead of wasting your time, why don't you help me think about what I'm lacking to become the kind of hero that people usually see?"

Mu Wanqing retorted irritably, "I'm not some kind of great hero, how would I know what a great hero should look like?"

"Yeah, I can't count on you." Zhang Cheng shrugged. "I'll figure it out myself."

He looked down at his outfit.

He wore greyish-brown short breeches covered in dust, a coarse cloth belt around his waist, and an old felt hat on his head.

He had a bundle slung across his back and a seven-foot-long cudgel in his hand.

This look makes him seem like one of the Heavenly and Earthly Fiends who wandered down from Liangshan Marsh, exuding a wild and untamed air of "I am a hero of the greenwood."

Although others could tell at a glance that he was a wanderer from the martial arts world, he was completely unrelated to the image of a "young swordsman" with flowing white robes and striking eyebrows.

"I think I need to change my clothes first," Zhang Cheng said seriously.

Weapons are also a problem.

The Private class granted him the ability to master all military weapons and choose a specialization.

Zhang Cheng, who thought he had traveled back to the Song Dynasty, chose the spear without hesitation.

But now that we know this is the world of Tianlong, it would be inappropriate to use a long spear.

Zhang Cheng racked his brains but couldn't recall any powerful long-weapon martial arts from the Metal element, nor could he think of a single expert who wielded long weapons.

If Zhang Cheng continues down this path, he will only be able to feel his way across the river, becoming a giant standing on someone else's shoulders.

That would be so much trouble!

Zhang Cheng sighed.

He hasn't fully figured out how to play the role of a "hero" yet.

At present, the only things that are certain are that "doing good deeds will increase the progress" and "Mu Wanqing can provide unusually high progress rewards".

Whether this is a common trait among all "main characters" or a result of them accidentally doing something special, we'll have to verify to find out.

Never mind, the most important thing now is to catch up with the Boundless Grand Competition.

Whether it's adjusting outfits or testing the impact on the main characters, we can wait until we reach Wuliang Mountain.

As he was pondering this, he suddenly felt something warm and soft press against his back.

Zhang Cheng reacted extremely quickly, turning around and scooping Mu Wanqing, who was about to fall off her horse, into his arms.

Damn, didn't I tell you to let me know beforehand if you're sleepy? This girl is really fearless.

Mu Wanqing didn't wake up when he scooped her up; she just mumbled something, snuggled her head into his arms, and continued to sleep.

She has been relentlessly pursued by the Wang family for the past few days and has barely slept a wink.

Previously, they had only intended to rest at the inn in Shaqiao Town, but Zhang Cheng ruined their plans.

Now that their relationship has eased and they are relaxed, the long-suppressed fatigue surges up and they can no longer hold on.

Zhang Cheng looked down at the girl in his arms.

Under the moonlight, her veil was slightly lowered, revealing half of her pale and haggard face. Her eyelashes cast faint shadows on her eyelids, and she slept soundly without any guard.

Although Master Zhang received some benefits from you, he has already done more than enough for you.

He sighed and took the bundle off his back.

To prevent Mu Wan from going berserk after waking up, he carefully turned her over so that her back was against him.

He then untied his belt and wrapped it around their waists several times, securing her firmly to his back.

The whole movement was swift and light; Mu Wanqing only frowned but did not wake up.

With Zhang Cheng's support, Black Rose moved quickly and steadily, her footsteps almost silent.

Mu Wanqing nestled on Zhang Cheng's back and slept soundly for once.

Zhang Cheng rode swiftly all the way until the next morning, when the sky was just beginning to lighten.

He rode his horse along the official road, calculating how long it would take to reach Wuliang Mountain, when his ears suddenly twitched.

Something is rapidly approaching from the dense forest beside the official road.

That being said, Black Rose was already a fine steed, and with Zhang Cheng's added advantage.

The only thing capable of catching up at this speed is not some wild animal, but a martial arts master.

Zhang Cheng immediately changed direction and turned onto another side road.

After traveling a short while, a yellow figure suddenly darted out from the bushes on the side and pounced straight at Zhang Cheng on horseback!

Zhang Cheng was prepared. He leaped off his horse, grabbed a long staff, and thrust it straight into his opponent's chest.

The opponent neither dodged nor avoided, but instead unleashed a palm strike, his powerful internal energy bursting forth from his palm and colliding violently with the tip of the staff.

"Snap—!"

On the surface of the long staff, the outer layer of ash wood used for disguise crumbled inch by inch, like a snake shedding its skin, revealing the gleaming iron spear inside!

It turned out that this seven-foot-long staff was actually a disguised iron spear.

The spear tip continued its momentum, aiming straight for the opponent's palm.

The man in yellow had intended to shatter the long staff with his powerful internal force, but upon seeing the gun hidden inside, he immediately realized he had been tricked and withdrew.

But Zhang Cheng wasn't about to let him get away so easily.

While he was in mid-air with nowhere to grab onto, he managed to twist his body and turn his wrists using the strength of his waist and abdomen to fire three shots in a row.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Three shots, like shooting stars chasing the moon, sealed off the opponent's retreat.

The two exchanged blows in mid-air, one attacking and the other defending, before finally landing on the ground.

Zhang Cheng, lacking the skill of lightness, could only slam heavily onto the ground, kicking up dust.

Fortunately, he was taller than Mu Wanqing on his back, so she didn't fall to the ground.

Even so, this is still quite a blow.

Mu Wanqing was awakened by the noise of the hard landing. She groggily opened her eyes and realized that she was floating in mid-air.

No, it's being tied to someone else's back.

"Shhh."

Before she could speak, Zhang Cheng had already unbuckled his belt and put her down from his back. "Another acquaintance of yours is looking for you."

Mu Wanqing instantly regained consciousness.

Following Zhang Cheng's gaze, she saw a strangely shaped man standing a few feet away.

The man was of medium height, but his head was unusually large, with a wide mouth that revealed sharp, white teeth.

Her eyes were round and small, like two beans embedded in her face.

A fresh bloodstain ran down his left cheek, from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, the skin and flesh turned outwards, looking gruesome and terrifying.

He had a burly upper body and a thick chest, but his lower limbs were pitifully thin, looking like a pumpkin stuck on a bamboo pole.

His chin was covered with a thicket of bristles like steel brushes, each hair resembling a halberd, making it impossible to guess his age.

He was wearing a yellow robe that only reached his knees, made of the finest brocade, which was very luxurious;

He was wearing coarse cloth trousers on his lower body, which were filthy, tattered, and of an unrecognizable color.

The ten fingers are sharp and long, like chicken claws.

At this moment, the strange man was staring intently at Mu Wanqing with his small eyes.

Mu Wanqing felt uncomfortable under Zhang Cheng's gaze and asked in a low voice, "Who is this person?"

"You don't recognize him?" Zhang Cheng raised an eyebrow.

The man opposite them, having overheard their conversation, spoke up:

"I am Yue Lao Er, the Crocodile God of the South China Sea!"

He stared at Mu Wanqing, blinked his small eyes, and suddenly grinned:

"You little girl over there, did you kill that little devil Sun Sanba?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing frowned slightly, then nodded frankly: "That's right."

"Hehehe..."

Upon hearing this, the Crocodile God of the South China Sea scratched the back of his head, his eyes darting around.

"Good heavens, looks like my luck is on fire today. I've managed to run into my enemy while just out here trying to steal a horse."

Zhang Cheng listened from the side, his lips twitching.

He had heard the commotion beforehand and guessed that the person coming was most likely Yue Laosan.

After all, at this point in time, there's no one else but him who would be relentlessly pursuing Mu Wanqing.

But in his memory, "Yue Laosan" was a short, comical character.

It's hard to match this face, which is neither human nor ghost, with the appearance before me.

And listening to this self-talk... Zhang Cheng was even more speechless.

He was initially puzzled: in the original story, Yue Laosan was able to find Duan Yu and Mu Wanqing because he encountered the Wang family and learned Mu Wanqing's location, which is why he came to avenge his disciple.

But now the Wang family members have been scattered by him in Shaqiao Town.

Even if Yue Laosan was lucky enough to encounter defeated soldiers, there was no reason why he could know where the two of them were.

result……

"So you were just passing by and happened to run into them while trying to rob a horse?" Zhang Cheng couldn't help but ask.

"Bullshit!" Yue Laosan glared. "I came here specifically to teach you a lesson!"

This luck is unbelievable.

Zhang Cheng was inwardly grumbling when Yue Laosan across from him spoke again: "Sun Sanba is my beloved disciple, do you know that?"

Mu Wanqing said calmly, "I didn't know when I killed him; I only found out a few days later."

Old Man Yue glared, about to explode—

Zhang Cheng, however, had already dragged his gun in his right hand, and stepped sideways to block between the two.

The tip of the gun left a shallow mark on the ground, making a soft rustling sound.

"Hey, the second one?"

Zhang Cheng tilted his head and touched his cheek with his free left hand, the position of which corresponded perfectly to the bloodstain on Yue Laosan's face.

"Wasn't we a bit too arrogant? I don't think I was the one who got the short end of the stick just now, was I?"