Chapter 92

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As an old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, the fireworks of March lit up the sky as he set off for Yangzhou.

The solitary sailboat gradually faded into the blue sky, leaving only the Yangtze River flowing to the horizon.

On the blue river, a small boat was gently swaying. With the strings being plucked, the melody, though not yet a tune, fell like crystal onto the water, tinkling.

The weather in March, like a child's face, changed in an instant. Just a moment ago, the sky was clear, but now it was already drizzling.

The sound of the zither mixed with the drizzle, evoking an inexplicable sense of sorrow.

At the bow of the boat.

Yue Yuan sat in a blue and white Taoist robe, his gaze slightly lost as he watched the drizzle create countless ripples on the water. The ripples spread out in circles, one after another, never stopping. A cool breeze blew, lifting the strands of his gray hair, which were now damp with moisture.

Looking at the rippling water, Yue Yuan thought of the limping girl Lu Wushuang who had left, and Yin Zhiping who had returned to Zhongnan, as well as Yang Guo, who had disappeared without a trace.

"… What are you thinking about?"

The drizzle suddenly stopped, and Yue Yuan looked up to see a blue silk umbrella blocking the rain.

With a sigh.

Yue Yuan knew that the person standing behind him was Li Mochou, the Immortal of the Crimson Flame.

Turning his head, he saw her in a blue and white Taoist robe. Since following him, Li Mochou had changed her original apricot-yellow Taoist robe to a blue and white one. Under the blue silk umbrella, she looked both pitiful and sympathetic.

"Nothing!"

A slight smile appeared on his lips, and Yue Yuan said, "I was just feeling a bit sentimental about the misty rain in March."

"But you, don't catch a cold!"

His gaze moved from Li Mochou's face to her abdomen, and he said with deep concern, "By the way, how is Miss Long?"

"Hmm!"

Li Mochou gently stroked her abdomen, a gentle smile appearing on her face. However, after hearing Yue Yuan's words, a hint of worry also appeared on her face, and she said, "The sound of the zither, it's my current junior sister!"

"But,"

Li Mochou's frown slightly relaxed, and she said, "It's much better than before!"

"Um!"

Nodding, Yue Yuan agreed. Since Huang Rong and Xiao Longnü had discussed, Xiao Longnü had become more silent. If Yue Yuan hadn't spent a lot of effort to comfort her, Xiao Longnü might have become cold and thin, eventually fading away.

As a senior sister, Li Mochou's feelings towards Xiao Longnü were very complex.

Initially, she resented the sect for not teaching her the sect's ultimate skills and was jealous of Xiao Longnü and Yang Guo's relationship. But now, Li Mochou felt immense pity for her junior sister. Looking at Xiao Longnü, Li Mochou saw her own past.

Though there were differences in some aspects, the outcome was similar.

In this situation, with Yue Yuan mediating, the enmity between Li Mochou and Xiao Longnü dissipated.

After all, Xiao Longnü was Li Mochou's junior sister, and Li Mochou was Xiao Longnü's senior sister.

Turning his head.

Listening to the zither music mixed with the drizzle, Yue Yuan sighed. Xiao Longnü was much better than last year. When he had agreed to the request of Guo Jing and Huang Rong, it was a good thing. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let Xiao Longnü wander around in such a state.

Unlike Li Mochou, Xiao Longnü had almost no experience in the world.

"Alright!"

Standing up, he took the blue silk umbrella from Li Mochou's hand and gently held it over her, letting the drizzle fall on his own half of his body. "Let's go inside!"

In the small boat, in the cabin.

Xiao Longnü, dressed in a white robe like snow, was sitting inside, her head bowed as she gently played the long zither. Beside her, Hong Lingbo sat quietly, listening.

When Yue Yuan and Li Mochou pushed the curtain aside and entered, the warm air inside was instantly swept away by the cool breeze, bringing a chill.

Pling!

The zither strings were plucked faster and faster, and in the final sharp sound, they snapped.

"Hmm!"

Frowning, Xiao Longnü looked at her fingers in surprise, which were covered in bright, fresh blood. The blood dripped onto her white robe, staining it with a blood-red plum blossom.

"..."

Seeing this, Li Mochou immediately stepped forward and took out a wound medicine to apply it to her junior sister's hand.

Sigh!

Seeing Xiao Longnü's actions, Yue Yuan could only sigh helplessly. He shook his sleeve and found a place to sit, thinking about the arrangements for the coming days.

Before the New Year.

Yue Yuan had taken Li Mochou to Xiangyang City and fought against the Mongol army besieging the city.

Unlike the disputes in the martial world, war was incredibly cruel.

In such times, life and death were not in one's control.

In that battle, the young master of the Dao sect became famous throughout the martial world, and Li Mochou, the Immortal of the Crimson Flame, also gained a reputation.

Her mastery of the Five Poisons caused significant damage to the Mongol army.

Even the Five Greats were wary of Li Mochou's poisons, let alone ordinary people. Unfortunately, Li Mochou's poisons were difficult to produce. Otherwise, combined with Yue Yuan's unparalleled lightness skills, they could have left most of the Mongol army behind and turned the land into a poisoned area.

It could be said that in the Mongol army, the only people from the Central Plains martial world who were considered deadly were Guo Jing and Huang Rong, the young master of the Dao sect, and his partner, the Immortal of the Crimson Flame.

After the battle, Yue Yuan, along with Li Mochou, Xiao Longnü, and Hong Lingbo, wandered the land, using the journey to help Xiao Longnü overcome her sorrow.

In the blink of an eye, several months had passed.

Now, though it was March, it was time to return to Xiangyang.

...

The drizzle was still misty, and the cold was still intense.

In Zhongnan, at the Quanzhen Sect.

On the back mountain.

In the misty drizzle, a Taoist stood quietly in the rain, gazing at the ancient tomb entrance, which was no longer visible in the distance.

"Ha!"

A sneer, and Zhao Zijing walked forward with an umbrella, laughing, "I say, Junior Brother Yin, you just came out of seclusion and are already at the back mountain's forbidden ancient tomb. Are you still missing Xiao Longnü?"

For Yin Zhiping, Zhao Zijing had a hold on him. Zhao Zijing had always had his eyes on the position of the sect leader, but he never expected that after Xiao Longnü's death, Yin Zhiping had changed, dedicating himself to training and even convincing the senior masters to let him seclude himself to practice the先天功 (Xiantian Gong).

This was clearly the path to becoming the next sect leader.

How could Zhao Zijing allow this?

Therefore, after Yin Zhiping came out of seclusion, Zhao Zijing sought him out, intending to use his past actions as leverage to control him.

"Senior Brother Zhao, don't say things recklessly, or you might get into trouble."

In the misty drizzle, almost invisible, Zhao Zijing heard Yin Zhiping say this from a short distance ahead.

"Huh?!"

"Junior Brother Yin, your voice!!!"

The voice in the drizzle was extremely strange, and Zhao Zijing felt something was off, as if it carried a hint of evil. Thinking this, Zhao Zijing quickly walked forward with his umbrella, finally seeing the person clearly.

"This is!!!"

Eyes wide with shock, Zhao Zijing saw the person slowly turn around, draw a sword, and sheath it.

"You…"

The paper umbrella fell to the ground, and Zhao Zijing clutched his neck with both hands, but blood gushed out from between his fingers like water jets.

His body convulsed, and his knees buckled. Zhao Zijing fell to his knees, his head pointing toward the ancient tomb, and then he was silent.

Bending down, he picked up the umbrella.

In the misty drizzle, a pink figure appeared and disappeared in the rain.

Taking a few steps, the figure stopped, turned slowly, and looked back at the ancient tomb, which had long been closed, with a nostalgic gaze.

Under the umbrella.

It was a pair of eyebrows that exuded evil and eyes that were filled with sorrow.

PS2: Filling in the previous pit! A pit that no one might have expected!

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