A light drizzle.
The muddy swamp is filled with puddles.
A figure struggled to move forward step by step, holding a stumbling armored soldier behind the stretched rope. The setting sun tried its best to peek out of the horizon and slanted its light on the two of them.
The traces of the two people's embarrassment were reflected in the crystal puddles.
Yang Gang looked gloomy, and his clothes were dripping with water and bleeding. The old injury on my back ached, soaked by the rain and beginning to become inflamed.
Zhao Ling's hands were tied and his mouth was still stuffed with socks, and he followed Yang Gang numbly.
Two days have passed by now.
The wind and rain that night took away the lives of everyone in the Zhao family.
Only two people managed to escape, and they traveled all the way across mountains and rivers and through swamps. Heavy rain covered their tracks, but Yang Gang still did not dare to relax.
There is absolutely no hope of finding the Northland Gun Demon.
But he did not choose to give up this life. If he really couldn't find the Northland Gun Demon, he would use his Burning Heaven Sword to practice for another ten years or a hundred years... He might not have the chance to challenge the Heavenly Sword in the future.
No matter how bad it is, after this life is over, he will get some more chance evaluations, and a few more years of research will help him infuse the memories of his past lives, which will also be quite helpful in the real world.
"Extend the special skill, invite the sword from the sky. The heart of the gun is like a dream, the gods and demons cry blood..." Yang Gang looked up at the sky.
He never understood what these words meant.
Also, why is this life not over even though the Northland Gun Demon is dead?
After thinking about it, maybe there are only two possibilities. One: Among those in the ruined temple, there is no future Northland Gun Demon. Two: The Northland Gun Demon is dead, but he is not dead in this life, so time will not end.
There are three more: Although the Northland Gun Demon is dead, the 'fate' destined to compete with the Heavenly Sword has been transferred to someone else.
If these causal relationships can be clarified, it will be of great help to Yang Gang when he enters his past life.
As for the possibility that Zhao Ling is the Northland Gun Demon... Haha, with this idiot's impulsive character, how could he endure it for two to three hundred years, waiting for his skills to be perfected before challenging the Heavenly Sword?
Moreover, Yang Gang had heard of some of his talents a long time ago. Among Zhao Tianqu's descendants, he was the most unworthy, even inferior to the average person. He is not good at practicing swordsmanship, and he is unstable at practicing spears. With the resources of the Zhao family, he has been practicing for more than ten years before he can reach the second transformation of Satin Bones, "bones are like gold and iron".
It's so stupid!
What kind of things would a person like this have to go through to be able to kill the soul with Zhen Gang and challenge Song Youque, the heavenly sword that has been powerful in the north for three hundred years?
"Fate...."
Yang Gang was thoughtful.
Perhaps the fatalistic transfer theory is the most likely of the three speculations.
A misty white mist drifted in from afar.
"Swamp miasma?" Yang Gang stopped and stared in the direction of the fog, with a trace of fear in his eyes.
After looking at it carefully for a moment, a hint of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"It's not a poisonous miasma, it's a hot spring!"
Yang Gang hurriedly pulled the rope and walked quickly forward into the clouds and mist.
'Wow~~'
A moment later, Yang Gang was bathing naked and happily in a pool of water shrouded in mist. The warm spring water takes away the fatigue of the body, and the tense spirit of the past few days is gradually relieved.
He carefully cleaned the wound on his back and said to Zhao Ling on the shore, "Do you want to wash it?"
Zhao Lingmu stood on the shore without any response for a long time.
"Fool."
Yang Gang shook his head, got up and went ashore with a splash. After wiping himself casually, he lay down on the flat stone platform on the shore and closed his eyes to rest.
The bursts of warmth coming from the stone platform made Yang Gang drowsy, who had not slept for several days and nights.
'When you leave here, find a place to place Zhao Ling, and repay Zhao Tianqu's kindness...and then go on the road alone...to find a way to challenge the Heavenly Sword. Looking for the path to the rise of the Northland Gun Demon... Thinking about it, he gradually fell asleep, but he was still holding the rope connected to Zhao Ling tightly in his hand.
After a long time.
Zhao Ling's blank eyes on the side suddenly moved, looking at the sleeping Yang Gang, and then turned to look at the steaming hot spring of 'Gulu Gulu'.
Lips pressed together slightly.
…
I do not know how long it has been.
Yang Gang, whose nerves had become a little sensitive in the past few days, was awakened by the movement around him. He opened his eyes and saw a white body with its back to him, seeming to be wiping his body with clothes.
"What the hell, why are you, a grown man, so close to me with your bare buttocks!"
Yang Gang was startled and kicked Zhao Ling hard on the butt.
"Wow~~"
Zhao Ling unexpectedly rolled into the spring water, and the force of the rope almost brought Yang Gang down with him.
"You..." The hoarse voice sounded a little higher, but there was a hint of confusion.
"What are you, you, I haven't told you yet! You are so close to me without any clothes on, and you are pointing your butt in my face? You are mentally ill!" Yang Gang stuck his head out from the shore.
Seeing Zhao Ling soaking most of his body in the hot spring with dense water vapor, holding his shoulders with his hands, looking at him with hatred on his face.
"Tch, so you look like this."
Yang Gang curled his lips and tilted his head disdainfully. At this time, Zhao Ling was not wearing a helmet and showed his true face. He had a pretty face, but there were three plum blossom-shaped marks at the corners of his eyebrows.
A grown man who joined the army actually looks a bit girly. No wonder I wear a helmet all day long and refuse to take it off.
No wonder Yang Gang couldn't tell Zhao Ling's gender. In this life, she was not good-looking. She was competitive in the army, exposed to the sun and rain, and the haggardness of the past few days had made her look disgraced.
No matter how much cultivation she has, people will naturally think of her as a woman.
"I-I have no clothes."
Zhao Ling subconsciously covered the birthmark on his face, huddled in the water, and said na na.
"If you don't have any clothes, just wear the ones you have. How do you expect your clothes to work in this weather? You're really stupid and stupid..." Yang Gang opened his mouth to complain.
There was silence in the pool.
Zhao Ling pressed Chun tightly.
If she wasn't tied with a rope, if she wasn't afraid that he would hurt her if she untied the rope, she wouldn't... be like this around a man.
After a while.
Amidst the sound of rushing water, Zhao Ling, who put on his soldier armor again, climbed ashore and sat silently on the stone platform next to Yang Gang.
"What are your plans next?"
After a while of silence, Yang Gang took the initiative to ask.
"revenge."
Zhao Ling's hoarse voice was full of hatred.
"Revenge? Just you?" Yang Gang laughed dumbly, sat up straight, faced Zhao Ling, and said seriously: "Song Youque, the heavenly sword, crossed the north, destroyed twelve cities with one sword, and stood at the pinnacle of the Yuanshen Grandmaster. With him guarding the City of Titans, how can you take revenge?"
Zhao Ling remained silent.
After a long while, a firm voice sounded: "Shattered into pieces and ruined forever, A-Ling will also avenge his father and the Zhao family's wronged souls!"
"Okay, be ambitious."
By the hot spring lake, the two sat facing each other. Yang Gang gave Zhao Ling a thumbs up, but his face was full of ridicule.
"Then can you tell me how you plan to take revenge?"
Yang Gang sneered: "You have practiced for so many years and you are still a fool, and you can't even beat me. With your talent, what can you use to take revenge on the Giant God City?"
"Do you want to practice for a hundred years, two hundred years, or a thousand years? Or do you want to die like before without any thought?"
Yang Gang's tone was not polite at all towards Zhao Ling, who was a dragster.
"..."
Zhao Ling remained silent again.
But the firm look in his eyes never changed.
This is a man who is completely blinded by hatred.
Yang Gang sighed in his heart.
"Okay, I know it's hard to accept the shock of losing your parents for the first time." He softened his tone and advised: "When you leave here, I will send you to a safe place. With your talent, you will be... stable in the future. Live a good life.”
"Leave the matter of revenge to me."
Yang Gang slowly exhaled and looked at the sky, his eyes far away.
"In the future, I will personally challenge the Heavenly Sword..."
"here you are?"
Zhao Ling couldn't help being stunned when he heard this.
He... wants to avenge himself? With no relatives or friends, he...why should he help him?
But if it were him, it would definitely... be possible!
"As long as I can avenge my father and destroy the Giant God City..." Zhao Ling pursed her lips slightly and held her clothes with her fingers. After a long while, under Yang Gang's surprised eyes, she slowly bent her knees and knelt down.
Zhao Ling meekly prostrated on the ground, exposing the curve of his back and his weakest part in front of Yang Gang.
The voice is firm, as if swearing:
"As long as you can get revenge, you can do whatever you ask A-Ling to do..."
