Chapter Thirty-Four: Lan Rou and Xi Men Kuang

  It was deep in the night, and a figure emerged from a small alley in Moyun City.

  "That old man Nan Gong Yi is probably long gone by now!"

  He turned around a corner, crouched down and panted slightly, "It's no wonder that so many martial artists cultivate their physical bodies while practicing their true strength, the burden on the body is indeed enormous when not using even a bit of true strength to move forward!"

  "This trip to Moyuncheng is really not a good thing..."

  The figure was none other than Murong Gu, the elder of the Murong family who had escaped from the Ren family. At this moment, he had completely lost his former demeanor, and his tone was filled with despair. "Nangong Yin, you old fellow, don't blame me for this. If I hadn't done so, neither of us would have been able to escape..."

  "You and I have been fighting for many years, although we've always been at odds with each other, but I must admit, among the people of the Nangong family, you're the one I find most pleasing to the eye!"

  After resting for nearly a quarter of an hour, Murong Yan's figure suddenly moved, heading straight for the gate of Moyun City.

  "Are all members of the Murong family just street rats...?"

  Just turned a small alley, a dazed voice, but it was from behind Murong Fu's body, causing Murong Fu to stop his body and look back for a moment!

  Staring at the figure in front of him, who was even more robust than himself, Murong Yan's heart was filled with apprehension! This person had actually managed to get close to him without being detected, and must be a master no less skilled than himself.

  Murong Yan slightly cupped his hands, but the true energy between them did not dissipate. "May I ask who you are?"

  "Haha! The people of the Murong family, have they even forgotten their old friends?... Is that old scoundrel, Murong Yun Tian, still alive?"

  Perhaps the person who spoke out didn't think that what he said was anything special, but Murong Yan was shocked and bewildered!

  Murong Yuntian, that's the previous master of the Murong family, and this person actually directly calls the old master "old rascal"!

  Who is he?!

  Through the pale purple glow of the true energy in his hand and the dark night, Murong Yan vaguely saw the other's scattered hair and tattered clothes, but the last pair of eyes were tightly fixed on the bright red gourd at the waist of the newcomer.

  A fierce and astonished gaze suddenly shot out from his eyes, Murong Yan's memories flowed back, tracing back to forty years ago, when he was still a young man...

  That young man was only slightly taller than him, with a carefree and fearless demeanor, always wearing a bright red gourd at his waist!

  "It's actually you! You're not dead?!"

  Murong Yan was shocked and frightened, his voice even trembling slightly!

  That young man who was gifted and reached the initial stage of the Violet Rank at a young age, how powerful would he be now? Thinking back to the various grudges between the Murong family and him, Murong Luan had that thought for the second time in his heart today.

  "Run!"

  A shallow purple aura suddenly surged between his legs, and Murong Han violently kicked his legs, his body suddenly dashing to the left, bringing with it a string of purple sparkling lights.

  Under the dim night, a sloppy man's eyes sparkled under his disheveled hair, as if he had sensed something. A faint voice slowly came out of his mouth, "She actually came too... Let's not play anymore, let's settle it quickly."

  If Ruoruo Lingqing were here, he would surely recognize at a glance that the slovenly man who made Murong Lao feel extremely apprehensive was none other than the "drunkard" he had met earlier in Yixiang Pavilion!

  Wow!

  Suddenly, a thick, dark purple aura burst forth from the drunkard's legs, and with a swift motion, his body shot out like lightning, his speed exceeding that of Murong Lian's previous display by several times, directly chasing after the direction where Murong Lian had escaped.

  ………

  Under the faint moonlight, a slender figure wrapped in a purple-black glow suddenly swept across the sky and landed directly in a small alley of Moyun City.

  She stood in the alley, looking at the robust corpse lying at her feet. The concave circular shape on its back was extremely familiar to her. Her body trembled slightly, and her voice was filled with nostalgia, "What the Master said was true, you really didn't die!"

  Memories drifted back to forty years ago, those scenes of a robust and handsome young man with a beautiful woman, the sweetness of that moment...

  "Forty years ago, I knew about it, but why didn't you tell me? Are you still treating me like an outsider... Do you know that when I found out what happened to your family back then, my first thought was to come down the mountain and find you, but Master found out and had me locked up."

  "I know you don't want me to get involved because of my sensitive identity and your proud nature, you don't want our sect to be affected by my meddling in your family's affairs... When I heard the news of your death back then, I refused to believe it, and disobeyed my master's orders to come down from the mountain to search for you. Years have passed but I still haven't found any trace of you... At that time, I really wanted to follow you in death..."

  "But I know, I cannot die... Since you're gone and the Murong family still exists in this world, then I must take your place to complete the vendetta you left unfinished. All these years, I have never forgotten the pain the Murong family brought upon you... Do you know? Before the Sect Master told me that you weren't dead, I was still talking to myself, not needing much more time, and I would be able to help you avenge yourself. And after avenging you, I will follow you..."

  At some point, this slender woman in a secluded boudoir had tears welling up in her autumnal eyes.

  "Rou'er..."

  As if out of thin air, a disheveled drunkard suddenly appeared beside the woman, his eyes slightly closed under his messy hair, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

  He had never intended to come out and meet her, but the woman's words broke through the ice that had sealed his heart, making it impossible for him to hold back any longer, and he walked out.

  The slender woman was stunned by the sudden appearance of a figure in front of her!

  That familiar robust figure, seemingly unchanged from forty years ago, and the bright red gourd at his waist that she had found for him to carry wine because he loved drinking...

  A pair of autumnal eyes suddenly flashed with excitement, and then seemed to completely ignore the slovenly man in front of her. Without any hesitation, she flung herself into his arms, her slender small hands tightly embracing him, as if unwilling to let go again. Her voice trembled slightly, "Forty years... forty years..."

  "Yes, it's been forty years..."

  The drunkard at this time still had a bit of intoxication, his eyes filled with gentle and loving gazes as he looked at the woman in his arms. The deepest string in his heart was involuntarily plucked, "Was it worth it?"

  "What do you think?"

  Lan Rou's face was filled with a little girl-like happiness at this time, although she didn't answer directly, but everything Lan Rou did gave the drunkard the simplest answer!

  "Rou'er, how can I, Xi Men, be so cruel and heartless..."

  Looking at the woman's hair in his arms, which was slightly white, the drunkard's eyes were filled with emotion, and a slight smile appeared on his stiff face. For 40 years, apart from family feuds, this woman in his arms had also been one of his heart knots!

  Drunken Immortal, also known as Ximen Kuang, was the rightful heir of the Ximen family forty years ago.

  The Ximen family, forty years ago was like a shining sun in the southern region of the Zhongwu continent, but now it has become a fleeting moment, and except for the older generation, few people still remember!

  "Big brother, how did you escape back then? The Murong family had spread the news of your death," As soon as she asked this question, Lan Rou's hands around Xi Men Kuang's waist tightened.

  "It was back then that the old man from the Shangguan family saved me. At that time, he happened to be entering the Southern Wilderness in search of a certain herb..."

  Slowly recounting, Ximen Kuang seemed to have returned to more than 40 years ago, and the scenes were as if before his eyes. "All these years, I've been in the Shangguan family, but I've never put down my hatred for the Murong family..."

  "This time, however, it was the old man from the Shangguan family who said that someone from the Murong family would come to Moyun City this time. Moreover, I am also curious about the "Yong Huang Dian"... Now thinking back to the strange behavior of that old man before we set off, it is clear that he knew you would also be coming..."

  Listening to Sima Kuang's words, it seems that the near-destruction of the Sima family forty years ago was caused by the Murong family.

  "Hmm," Lan Rou nodded, not wanting to think too much. With her lover in front of her, the suffering of over 40 years of longing had completely disappeared. "This time, it was also Master Zong who told me that you didn't die and would appear in Moyun City. Now it seems that you have met with Master Shang before! Moreover, our sect is determined to obtain the 'Yong Huang Dian'. So, I came..."

  Ximen nodded slightly upon hearing this. At this time, he also knew the good intentions of the old man from the Shangguan family and was moved in his heart.

  In the blink of an eye, forty years have passed. The loving couple who were once envied by others for their love have once again broken free from the shackles of fate and are walking together.