Chapter 97

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When Yue Yuan and the Immortal Li Mochou arrived in Xiangyang, Xiaolongnü and Hong Lingbo were on their way and also encountered an acquaintance.

On a mountain path.

Xiaolongnü, dressed in white, stood quietly in a thatched pavilion by the roadside, while Hong Lingbo, dressed in a apricot-yellow Taoist robe, stood beside her, looking at her junior master. In her mind, Hong Lingbo was still recalling the words of her master and... well, her master's dao companion.

The women of the Ancient Tomb have fragile hearts!

Although she didn't quite understand, Hong Lingbo knew that these words were meant to make her take care of Xiaolongnü.

It was easy to imagine; Yang Guo married Guo Fu, the young lady of Xiangyang. Even if Xiaolongnü had mentally prepared herself, hearing this news still caused her to spit blood and suffer internal injuries. Often, no amount of preparation can withstand a sudden blow.

As Xiaolongnü quietly gazed at the misty rain outside, the sound of footsteps accompanied by a cheerful leaf melody came through the misty rain.

"Hmm?"

A note of surprise, the dazed gaze of Xiaolongnü, who had been standing to the side, returned and fell on the misty rain, where a delicate figure was limping slowly toward them.

Similarly.

Hong Lingbo was also surprised. In the cheerful leaf melody, her gaze was fixed on the increasingly clear figure in the misty rain and the limping gait.

That's!!!

Her junior sister!

As the figure drew near, the cheerful leaf melody finally stopped, and the figure became clearly visible to Hong Lingbo and Xiaolongnü.

Dressed in a straw cloak!

And a bamboo hat!

Around her waist was a luxurious long whip, coiled around her. On her side hung a curved saber.

Rainwater dripped down, and inside the straw cloak was a young and beautiful girl.

Both of them recognized this girl.

It was none other than Hong Lingbo, who had disappeared after the Heroes' Assembly at the beginning of the year. However, this Hong Lingbo was no longer the same as the young Hong Lingbo.

Her gaze no longer appeared timid and restrained; instead, it had a strange and intimidating quality.

Xiaolongnü and Hong Lingbo first looked at Lu Wushuang, who appeared from the rain, with surprise. Then their gazes were drawn to a peculiar hissing sound. They saw two large red-eyed toads in the mud by Lu Wushuang's feet, puffing up and making strange sounds.

Of course, the hissing sound was not from the toads but from the black snake coiled around Lu Wushuang's limping leg. The snake, though not large, was pitch black with peculiar and beautiful patterns, clearly a venomous snake.

The hissing sound came from the snake's flicking tongue.

As the cheerful leaf melody stopped, the venomous snake immediately climbed up Lu Wushuang's leg to her arm, coiled around it, and finally rested its head on the back of her left hand, flicking its tongue happily. Its cold, lifeless eyes stared intently at the two women in the pavilion.

Seeing her junior sister Lu Wushuang dressed like this, Hong Lingbo couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

Xiaolongnü was even more surprised.

When she first met Yue Yuan, Xiaolongnü had seen Lu Wushuang's original appearance and attire, which was very different from what she saw now.

"..."

Lu Wushuang, the limping girl, was equally surprised. She had never expected to encounter Hong Lingbo and Xiaolongnü in such a remote place. More importantly, the improper relationship between Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü had been known throughout the city.

After encountering the Golden Wheel Dharma King, didn't Xiaolongnü die?

How...

Then Lu Wushuang quickly reacted. She had been able to endure under the pressure of the Immortal Li Mochou and survive, so she was naturally intelligent. After a moment's thought, Lu Wushuang understood the situation.

Someone must have lied!

And the liars were not just one or two but many.

The couple Guo Jing and Huang Rong, the Quanzhen sect, and even Brother Yue...

Lu Wushuang had heard rumors in the江湖 (jianghu) that her enemy and master, the Immortal Li Mochou, was now with Yue Yuan, and her senior sister Hong Lingbo naturally followed. As for Xiaolongnü, Lu Wushuang hadn't expected to see her.

At the time, she felt there was always a strange feeling between Xiaolongnü and Brother Yue, and she had a hostile attitude toward Xiaolongnü. But now... well, it was clear that Xiaolongnü was already following Yue Yuan.

Regarding Yue Yuan, Lu Wushuang had always been guessing, but she still couldn't accept the unexpected result.

Three people.

One in the rain, two in the pavilion, they stared at each other.

After a while.

"Senior Sister!"

"Miss Long!"

The three, who had been silent, were now speaking. Lu Wushuang, carrying the rain and wind, entered the pavilion. She wanted to know how Yue Yuan was doing now.

...

A night passed quickly.

The next day.

The Immortal Li Mochou stayed at the Guo residence, with Huang Rong, taking care of the young Guo Xiang. The two women were discussing something, and beside them was Guo Fu, who was now a married woman.

Although she had married Yang Guo, they were still quite inexperienced in marital matters. Yang Guo couldn't talk about it, so Guo Fu had to discuss it with her mother, Huang Rong.

As for Guo Jing and Yang Guo, the father-in-law and son-in-law were working hard to defend Xiangyang.

Yue Yuan, who had been quite idle, now held a paper umbrella and wore a Taoist robe, walking out of the Guo residence to wander around Xiangyang in the misty rain.

At the beginning of the year, when he and the limping girl Lu Wushuang visited Xiangyang, Yue Yuan only visited a few places. Now, he naturally wanted to take some time to appreciate Xiangyang.

Although the misty rain was heavy, the Xiangyang of March had its own charm, different from the Xiangyang of autumn.

In the misty rain!

Yue Yuan walked leisurely, carefully observing the city in the fine rain.

Three steps forward, one step back, Yue Yuan paused and walked, observing Xiangyang in the misty rain.

"Hmm?"

"How much is this per pound?"

Walking by a small shop, Yue Yuan noticed it sold some pastries and snacks. He picked up a piece to taste, and although it was not as good as what Huang Rong made, it was still quite tasty. In the Guo residence, Yue Yuan and Li Mochou were guests, and Huang Rong was still in her postpartum period, so he had only tasted her cooking once, which was indeed delicious.

Since he was out for a leisurely stroll, he naturally wanted to bring something back for them.

"Hmm!"

While picking out some items, Yue Yuan suddenly stopped, slowly turned around, and looked across the road with his umbrella.

A pink figure stood quietly in the misty rain, holding an umbrella and staring at his back.

When Yue Yuan turned around, the pink figure, holding the umbrella, stepped through the water droplets and walked toward him.

A pink paper umbrella.

A pink Taoist robe.

With a pink aura, Yin Zhiping stood about ten feet away from Yue Yuan, holding the paper umbrella, standing calmly.

In the misty rain.

One blue, one pink, they stood facing each other.

A gentle breeze blew, and the paper umbrellas swayed lightly.