Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang rushed to the main hall in a hurry after hearing that Guo Jing and his wife had been to the Quanzhen Sect. However, they learned that they had already gone to the ancient tomb, so they had no choice but to stay quietly at the entrance of the main hall and continue.
He looked outside and waited for the two of them.
Guo Jing and others did not keep them waiting for long. After a while, the figures of Ma Yu and the others appeared behind the hall. Guo Jing saw the two anxious little figures at the entrance of the hall.
They shouted one after another: "Ying'er! Wushuang!"
Turning around in surprise, Cheng Ying and the others saw Guo Jing and others walking towards the back of the hall, accompanied by Huang Rong, Ma Yu and others.
Quickly walking up to the four of them, Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang saluted Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji: "Master Master, Master Qiu."
"Yes." Ma Yu nodded and raised his hand to indicate that there was no need to be polite.
Qiu Chuji looked sideways at the two new fourth-generation disciples without saying anything, which showed that his mood was really not good.
Huang Rong walked a few steps, held the two women's hands, and asked, "Ying'er, Wushuang, are you two used to living here?"
Lu Wushuang quietly pulled his hand away from Huang Rong's palm, and glanced at the woman in front of him unnaturally, while Cheng Ying said honestly: "Auntie Guo is worried about us, we are living a good life."
Huang Rong glanced at Lu Wushuang who was silent without any trace, and said with a smile: "That's good, by the way, do you know where I went?"
Speaking of Yang Guo, even if Lu Wushuang didn't like Huang Rong anymore, she immediately perked up and quickly grabbed the conversation and said hurriedly: "We haven't heard from him for a long time."
"Oh?" Huang Rong raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at Lu Wushuang who looked anxious and asked, "Do you know where I went?"
"He...he didn't tell us anything." Lu Wushuang said excitedly.
Seeing that her cousin was emotionally unstable at this time, Cheng Ying hurriedly explained: "Aunt Guo, a few months ago, Brother Yang suddenly came to us and said some strange words, with a faint expression on his face.
Depression seemed to come to say goodbye to us. At that time, Ying'er realized that Brother Yang might be hiding something from us, but he didn't tell us no matter how much we asked him. He only said that he left something for us on the school grounds."
"What?" Guo Jing and others, who had already walked to Huang Rong's side, stared at Cheng Ying with bright eyes.
"Uncle Guo, these are two letters written to us. Brother Yang said in the letter that he was going to find his relatives and asked us not to worry about him. He will come up the mountain to find us in three years." Cheng Ying pointed at Guo Jing and others.
He nodded and said truthfully.
"Relatives?" After hearing Cheng Ying's words, Guo Jing and Huang Rong looked at each other. Guo Jing asked Huang Rong in confusion: "Rong'er, besides us, does Guo'er have any relatives alive?"
Huang Rong shook her head and said hesitantly: "Rong'er doesn't know either. He has never mentioned this to us."
Yes, Yang Guo's biological father Yang Kang passed away long ago, and he died on Huang Rong's body. His mother Mu Nianci has never heard of any relatives still alive. So who are the relatives Yang Guo mentioned? Guo Jing, Huang Rong
Both of them couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
Seeing that the adults were silent, Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang did not dare to disturb them. They just stared at Huang Rong and others expectantly, hoping that they could figure out where Yang Guo had gone.
After all, Huang Rong reacted the fastest. When she saw that she couldn't think of anything, she turned to look at Ma Yu and asked: "Master Ma, I heard that there was a fire in Chongyang Palace that day, and how many key criminals escaped?"
After clicking, Ma Yu fell into memories: "Well, it's Peng Lianhu, Hou Tonghai and the others, we are still guessing..."
Looking at Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others hesitantly, Ma Yu said in a deep voice: "We suspect that the person who let Peng Lianhu and the others go is Yang Guo..."
"What?!" Guo Jing and Huang Rong were shocked when they heard this.
It doesn't matter if others don't know, but what the two of them fear most is for Yang Guo to meet Yang Kang's former subordinates. This...
The two of them knew better than anyone how Yang Kang died tragically that day. Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and Huang Rong were in a state of shock and anger. On the one hand, they were afraid that Yang Guo, who was new to the world, would easily listen to other people's slanders and become resentful of the two of them and turn against each other.
This is the last thing the two of them want to see.
Seeing that the faces of Guo Jing and Huang Rong became very ugly, Qiu Chuji asked curiously: "Jing'er, Rong'er, what's wrong?"
Huang Rong smiled at Qiu Chuji after hearing this: "It's okay, Master Qiu, we were just worried."
"Yeah." The two looked at each other slightly, and Guo Jing nodded in response.
"Now without further ado, Rong'er and Brother Jing will go down the mountain and ask the Beggar Clan disciples to search for Guo'er." Huang Rong praised Qiu Chuji and Ma Yu.
"Well, Rong'er is right. Master Qiu and Master Ma, it is urgent to find Guo'er. Jing'er will leave now." Guo Jing also said goodbye.
"Well, we will also intensify our search efforts here, and we will send someone to inform you as soon as there is news." Ma Yuye said in a calm voice, and Qiu Chuji beside him also nodded in agreement.
"Well, Jing'er will leave now."
"Master Ma, Master Qiu, and Rong'er will take their leave first."
"Well, go ahead."
After the four of them briefly exchanged greetings, Huang Rong took Cheng Ying, Lu and Wushuang's hands and walked to the side and said, "Ying'er Wushuang, you two can study here with peace of mind. Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo are looking for you over there, so you don't have to."
Worry too much.”
"But..." Lu Wushuang looked at Huang Rong worriedly.
"Don't worry, don't you believe in Aunt Guo's ability? Go back, we will definitely find Guo'er." Huang Rong patted their little hands gently and walked quickly towards Guo Jing.
Guo Jing, who was standing not far away, also warned the two girls: "Ying'er, Wushuang, you must listen carefully to the master and not run around. Uncle Guo will come to see you in the future."
"Okay, we will be obedient, Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo, please go slowly." The two of them responded crisply. Guo Jing is a person who can easily make the younger generation like him.
"Yes." Guo Jing and Huang Rong nodded happily, turned around and ran down the mountain.
Looking at the two people disappearing quickly, Lu Wushuang asked Cheng Ying softly: "Cousin, do you think Uncle Guo and the others will find Yang Guo?"
Holding Lu Wushuang's hand, Cheng Ying comforted her softly: "I will."
"Um....."
At the foot of the mountain, Guo Jing looked worriedly at Huang Rong beside him and said, "Rong'er, did you tell me whether..."
Looking at Guo Jing who looked sad, Huang Rong comforted her softly: "It's okay, we will definitely pull Guo'er out before he goes astray. You are still the closest uncle and nephew..."
Sighing deeply, Guo Jing sighed melancholy: "I am really ashamed of my sister-in-law..."
Western Region.
Deep in the desert, a young man wrapped himself up tightly and staggered along the endless Gobi desert, surrounded by rolling yellow sand that made it impossible to see the end.
The boy's lips were severely chapped, just like the dry and cracked land, with cracks spreading. His head was tightly wrapped in a cloth, leaving only a pair of tired eyes exposed.
Taking out the water bag on his back and shaking the remaining water in it, the young man continued walking deeper with firm eyes.
This young man is naturally Yang Guo, who has been on the run for more than a few months. After escaping from Zhongnan Mountain, he transformed into a little beggar and came all the way to inquire about the direction of the Western Regions. It was also because of his limited experience in the world that after arriving in the Western Regions, he inquired about the White Camel Villa.
After finding the location, he ignored the dissuasion of passers-by and waited for the caravan to arrive in a few days.
Instead, he came here alone in a hurry and didn't even want to wait for a few more days. Of course, he heard that the journey was not too far, but how could he, a southerner, know that in this harsh environment with extreme weather?
, the usual forty or fifty miles does not mean the same thing as the ordinary forty or fifty miles.
Normally, you can get there by yourself in a day after traveling dozens of miles, but in this terrible weather and environment, people are already exhausted after just walking a few miles. The wind and sand here are strong, the road is difficult to walk, and the climate is extremely dry. This is Yang Guo
Absolutely unexpected.
But there was no turning back when Yang Guo opened his bow. No matter how hard it was, he could only continue walking down. He didn't know how long it had passed. Just when Yang Guo thought he was hallucinating, a green tree-lined place with picturesque green grass and lush water plants suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
And a picturesque place.
In the distance, the white snow turned into a clear river flowing through the grassland. When he saw the river, Yang Guo regained his strength and ran towards the river desperately.
It was not an illusion, it was true. Yang Guo dove into the river and drank the clear water without fear of suffocation. He must have been thirsty.
He raised his head comfortably, Yang Guo wiped his watery face and looked around. He saw a large area of dense and towering virgin forest surrounding the grassland in the distance. There were also a lot of tall, strong, fat and fat cattle and sheep everywhere around the grassland.
, you can also vaguely see the figures of herders settling here in twos and threes.
Turning his head and looking up the mountain, he could see a large palace and castle vaguely visible in a virgin forest. Residential groups were looming, and his heart moved slightly. Yang Guo guessed that the palace must be the White Camel Villa.
Now that he had found it, Yang Guo was no longer in such a hurry to go up the mountain. Instead, he walked towards the herdsmen in the distance, staring at a group of fat sheep. Yang Guo licked the corners of his lips. The first priority now was to fill his stomach first.
But after negotiating with him, he discovered that the herdsmen here did not understand the language. After a long time of gesturing like a chicken talking to a duck, the dark-faced herdsman realized that Yang Guo wanted to spend money to buy a meal.
Staring at the coins Yang Guo took out, the big herdsman turned around and chatted to a woman with the same dark complexion. After listening, the woman nodded and left. Although Yang Guo couldn't understand what they were talking about, he also realized that it was possible.
He went to prepare a meal for himself. He took a few steps forward and put the money in the big man's hand and said softly: "Thank you."
Although he didn't understand what Yang Guo said, it didn't prevent the big man from understanding Yang Guo's expression of gratitude. He nodded. The big man asked Yang Guo to sit on a crossbar, and then turned around and entered the tent not far away.
Yang Guo turned his head and looked around, and found that there were about a dozen such tents here. He thought to himself that this must be a small village like a mobile tribe. Although this big man did not show any malice, he was not familiar with the place where he was born.
It's better to be careful.
Yang Guo quietly took out the long sword from his back and hung it on his waist, waiting quietly for the big man to show up.
After a while, the big man walked out of the tent again, followed by a middle-aged man with a slim figure.
Yang Guo had been staring at the two of them closely since they appeared, his eyes full of vigilance.
"People from the Central Plains?"
"!?"
The thin middle-aged man glanced at the long sword on Yang Guo's waist and asked with a pure Central Plains accent.
Yang Guo nodded hesitantly, stood up, looked at the middle-aged man with a white face and a beardless face, and asked, "Sir, are you from the Central Plains too?"
After hearing Yang Guo's words, the middle-aged man looked miserable. He shook his head first, then nodded and said, "I was kidnapped..."