Chapter 32

White mist swirls around.

Even at noon, the Zhongnan Mountain seems like a fairy mountain, always shrouded in clouds and mist.

At the mountain top.

Quanzhen Sect.

It seems as if the white mist has been pushed aside by immortals, and two people slowly walked out from the mountain gate. One of them looks young and quite handsome, while the other is middle-aged, with a long beard on his chin, giving him a dignified and ethereal appearance. However, when this middle-aged Taoist looks at the young Taoist beside him, his eyes are filled with a hint of malice and satisfaction.

"Junior Brother Yin, I didn't expect that we would still be going down the mountain together this time!"

"Along the way, Junior Brother Yin must follow my every command!"

The one walking in front, Zhao Zhijing, stroked his long beard with his right hand, a smile on his lips, and said to the one walking behind, Yin Zhiping, with a sense of satisfaction. For Zhao Zhijing, especially towards someone like Yin Zhiping, who is a favored disciple in the eyes of the masters and senior masters, he feels that he has caught the other's weakness, which will be very beneficial for him in the future.

Even more so, it might not be impossible to seize the position of the Quanzhen Sect's leader from Yin Zhiping.

"Zhao Zhijing!"

Almost grinding his teeth, Yin Zhiping spat out the other's name, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Unfortunately, when they fought in the rose garden, their skills were evenly matched, and under the shock of the situation, he couldn't fully utilize his martial arts.

But after that night, Yin Zhiping's resentment towards Zhao Zhijing grew deeper.

And now, hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, which seemed to hint at controlling him with the weakness, how could Yin Zhiping be willing?

But...

"What's wrong?"

Seemingly sensing Yin Zhiping's inner turmoil, Zhao Zhijing stopped, turned his head, and looked at the one walking behind him, smiling. "Junior Brother Yin, are you still thinking of killing me to silence me? You missed your chance that night. If there were no accidents, that little Long Girl must have heard our conversation! Also, don't be so agitated in front of the mountain gate. If the other junior brothers and disciples see, it won't be good."

"By the way, I've noticed that your martial arts have improved a lot recently, and your complexion and skin look much better! Could it be that you couldn't get what you wanted and turned your attention elsewhere?"

The current Yin Zhiping looked quite different from the one Zhao Zhijing had seen before. Just the smoothness of his skin alone was enough to raise questions. How could a man have such good skin? Zhao Zhijing seemed to think of something and mocked a few times before turning back and continuing down the mountain.

"..."

The veins on Yin Zhiping's left hand, which was gripping the sword scabbard, were almost visible. He recalled the conversation he had with Zhao Zhijing in the rose garden that night, the strange events that followed, and the man named Yue Yuan, who claimed to be from Chongyang. Yin Zhiping took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. With so many people knowing, he couldn't silence everyone.

His gaze returned to Zhao Zhijing's back. Yin Zhiping knew that on this journey to Xiangyang, he would have to follow Zhao Zhijing's lead.

He looked back at the Quanzhen Sect's mountain gate one last time, then lowered his head and followed Zhao Zhijing down the mountain.

This time, Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing were the vanguard of the Quanzhen Sect. Sun Budan and Hao Datong, two of the Seven Quanzhen, would set out a day later.

...

Let's not talk about the two swords of Quanzhen descending from the Zhongnan Mountain. For Yang Guo, although he didn't meet his aunt, Little Dragon Maiden, on the way, he did encounter a young hero who somewhat suited his taste.

They were siblings, the brother named Yelü Qi, and the sister, Yelü Yan. Additionally, he met a woman who surprised him greatly, one who made him momentarily see his aunt, Little Dragon Maiden. Her name was Wanyan Ping.

The other stories were similar to the original, but with Yang Guo, the lame girl Lu Wushuang, who was always called a fool, was not with him.

Thus, although the outcome was not much different, the events that unfolded were indeed different. Yelü Qi was injured by Wanyan Ping using the three moves Yang Guo taught him, but unexpectedly did not seek revenge. For a moment, Wanyan Ping seemed very dejected.

Seeing her in such a state, Yang Guo was reminded of the sad and beautiful look his aunt had when they parted.

Thus, under the moonlight, without the incident of the Red Snake capturing Lu Wushuang, and without Yelü Yan interrupting, Yang Guo couldn't help but...

The situation got out of hand.

"..."

Yang Guo walked somewhat dazed, with Wanyan Ping following him, her head lowered, her hands constantly fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, her heart pounding, and her face flushed. Recalling what happened last night, Wanyan Ping felt a sense of weakness, wanting to fall into Yang Guo's arms, but was constantly surprised by why she had done such a shameful thing with Yang Lang last night.

Although she was extremely embarrassed, Wanyan Ping's heart was now completely with Yang Guo.

Turning his head slightly, Yang Guo looked at Wanyan Ping with a sad expression, his heart filled with regret. He was full of frustration and regret, unable to understand why he had done such an outrageous thing last night. Could it be because he missed his aunt so much?

Leaving without saying goodbye?

Yang Guo couldn't do that. He was almost certain that if he did, Wanyan Ping would definitely take her own life. The girl was already as miserable as he was; did he have to add to her pain?

Although Yang Guo was proud and acted recklessly, he knew what it meant for a woman.

But the biggest problem was...

He had kissed her and touched her. Without having gone through adolescence, Yang Guo thought he had done everything. Even though he was an orphan and not very well-versed in etiquette, he knew what his actions meant for a woman.

But...

If he met his aunt, how would he explain this?

He couldn't imagine what would happen then.

Scratching his head, Yang Guo was completely at a loss.

Scratching his head again, Yang Guo turned his head and looked at the woman on his right, a woman in green with an ugly face and a jade flute at her waist, who was following him at a steady pace. Staring at her ugly face for a long time, Yang Guo sighed, thinking, "Why didn't you appear earlier to stop me? Otherwise, why would I be in this situation now?"

Beside him.

Wanyan Ping and the woman in green looked at each other, full of confusion, not understanding what Yang Guo was so troubled about.

At the same time.

On a road hundreds of miles to the south.

Yue Yuan was riding a donkey leisurely, while in front of the donkey, the lame girl Lu Wushuang was walking in the scorching sun, drenched in sweat. The young girl occasionally wiped the sweat from her forehead and glared fiercely at the golden-robed Taoist who was enjoying himself, her teeth clenched.

"Ouch!"

"Why are you glaring at me?"

"Lightness is not cultivated through practice, but through walking! I am helping you improve your lightness skills, Miss Wushuang!"

Facing Lu Wushuang's fierce glare, Yue Yuan, with his golden robes and a smile on his face, showed a mouthful of white teeth.

Swinging his拂尘 (fly whisk) back and forth, he looked extremely carefree and relaxed.

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