Now Shangguan Hongyu has no choice but to believe that Bian Lang really didn't lie to her a long time ago.

In her eyes now, Bian Lang and Bian Yao are more like a married couple.

Shangguan Hongyu was more like their mother.

Although Bian Lang was always very kind to her, the inferiority complex in her heart was almost suffocating her.

She wanted to let go, to let Bian Lang leave, and to find a younger, more beautiful woman.

The thought of saying goodbye to Bian Lang forever made her feel as if her heart was being torn apart, and she was in unbearable pain.

This delay lasted for twenty years, bringing her directly into middle age.

Her favorite thing to do used to be to go shopping arm in arm with Bian Lang.

Now, when Bian Lang invites her to go shopping, she always makes various excuses to decline.

These days, when the couple walks down the street, people assume it's their son accompanying his elderly mother.

Bian Lang tried everything he could, but unfortunately, he was still unable to resolve Shangguan Hongyu's inner conflict.

In fact, Shangguan Hongyu is not old at all; she is still radiant and beautiful.

Bian Lang already had a plan in mind, but he still had to wait a while.

Throughout the long years of transporting corpses, the Corpse Brother would occasionally show mercy.

Since chasing away Dongfang Bubai's corpse, Corpse Brother has not assigned Bian Lang any new tasks.

But Bian Lang knew that Corpse Brother was still around, probably just waiting for the day Shangguan Hongyu died of old age.

A person's life may seem long, but in the eyes of the Corpse Brother, it is nothing more than a fleeting moment.

Letting Bian Lang rest for a few decades and live a good life with Shangguan Hongyu is nothing to Shi Xiong.

Although Bian Yao's illness was not completely cured, she rarely had flare-ups throughout the year because she consistently took medication.

The key point is that she is so beautiful that even the most beautiful flowers would feel ashamed of themselves.

From the time she turned eighteen, there was a constant stream of people coming to Zhengyi Fort to propose marriage.

Among them were some talented young men, whom Bian Lang and Shangguan Hongyu were very satisfied with, but Bian Yao didn't think much of them.

Five years have passed, and Bian Yao is now twenty-three years old, but she still hasn't found her Mr. Right.

She had mentioned to Shangguan Hongyu that they should look for someone according to Bian Lang's standards.

Shangguan Hongyu just smiled. There's only one Bian Lang in this world. Bian Yao should be more realistic. If she doesn't get married soon, she'll become an old maid.

Upon seeing the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, an idea popped into Shangguan Hongyu's mind.

Since Bian Lang and Bian Yao are not related by blood, and Bian Lang will not age, and Bian Yao wants to find a man like Bian Lang, why not let Bian Lang and Bian Yao get married?

When Bian Lang shared this idea with him, Bian Lang was stunned.

He likes beautiful women, but he's not that perverted.

He had watched Bian Yao grow up since she was a child, and she had called him "Dad" countless times. In his heart, he had always regarded Bian Yao as his own daughter.

Shangguan Hongyu's idea is dangerous.

"Wife, stop overthinking. Yao Yao has someone she likes, don't you know?" Bian Lang asked with a smile.

Shangguan Hongyu was stunned and asked, "The one you love?"

The man Bian Yao liked was two years older than her, fair-skinned, and well-read.

Shangguan Hongyu asked Bian Yao to bring the person over, and after looking at him, she was very satisfied.

This young man is named Hong Xiangyang. He is very good-looking, but he always gives people a dull feeling.

But he has a chivalrous heart, and even though his martial arts skills are mediocre, he will still draw his sword to help those in need when he encounters injustice.

Hong Xiangyang dislikes his current name. Because he is the seventh child in his family, he always tells people that he is called Hong Qi.

But since he was here to see Bian Yao's parents, he dared not be negligent and could only use his real name.

Upon hearing this, Bian Lang thought of one person: the renowned Northern Beggar, Hong Qigong.

Regardless of whether this guy was right or wrong, Bian Lang still decided to pass on the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to him.

After Bian Yao gets married, he will take Guan Hongyu and leave to wander the world.

If Hong Xiangyang doesn't learn the unparalleled martial arts, how will he protect Bian Yao?

Hong Xiangyang lived up to expectations and mastered the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms in less than half a year.

Previously, his martial arts skills could only be considered second-rate, but after learning the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, he was able to join the ranks of first-rate masters.

From now on, as long as you practice diligently, your future is limitless.

On their wedding day, all the prominent figures in the martial arts world came, making it far more lively than Bian Lang and Shangguan Hongyu's wedding.

Bian Lang and Shangguan Hongyu sat in the main seats, both with smiles on their faces, watching the newlyweds slowly walk in.

“Husband, everyone says that good things should not go to outsiders, but you are the opposite…” Shangguan Hongyu thought Bian Yao was even more beautiful than she was when she was young.

Bian Lang coughed lightly, reminding Shangguan Hongyu to watch her words.

At this moment, Bian Lang was most worried about Bian Yao's health. If she suddenly fell ill during the wedding ceremony, she would be ridiculed by the entire martial arts world.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. After the ceremony, Bian Lang drank several bowls of wine with the many distinguished guests.

Several months later, Bian Lang handed over the Righteousness Fortress to Bian Yao and Hong Xiangyang, and left with Shangguan Hongyu.

When they parted, Bian Yao cried her eyes out.

"Yaoyao, don't cry, your father and I will be back soon," Shangguan Hongyu comforted her with a smile.

Bian Yao wiped away her tears and choked out, "Father, Mother, please come back soon and don't leave me behind."

Only after receiving Bian Lang's assurance did she stop crying and start smiling.

In the days that followed, Bian Lang and Shangguan Hongyu wandered the world, seeing all sorts of different landscapes.

Pine and cypress trees hang on the sheer cliff.

The bright moon rises over the sea.

A lone plume of smoke rises straight from the vast desert.

When I opened the door at dawn, the mountains were covered in snow.

The landscape is picturesque, and being there brings an even more unique beauty.

"Thank you, husband." Shangguan Hongyu nestled in Bian Lang's arms.

Large, fluffy snowflakes danced in the wind.

Bian Lang held Shangguan Hongyu tightly, as if afraid that if he let go, it would be a final farewell.

"Husband, we've grown old together like this, haven't we?" Shangguan Hongyu looked up slightly and saw that Bian Lang's head was covered in snow, which was even whiter than her own silver hair.

Bian Lang laughed and said, "It definitely counts."

"I want to go back to Justice Fortress." Shangguan Hongyu knew her days were numbered and wanted to return to her roots.

When they first left Justice Fortress, they occasionally heard news about it.

The villains who went to Zhengyi Fortress to cause trouble were all beaten to a pulp by Hong Xiangyang.

Whenever they hear such news, they smile happily and feel cheerful for several days in a row.

But after that, we never heard from Justice Fortress again.

The two discussed going back to visit, but this discussion turned into half a lifetime passing by.

Even though Bian Lang took good care of Shangguan Hongyu, Shangguan Hongyu could not escape the erosion of time. Her skin became loose, her wrinkles deepened, and her hair turned completely white.

If I don't go back soon, I might die far from home.

Bian Lang bought a carriage and soon arrived at Zhengyi Fort.

But Justice Fortress is no longer there.

The surrounding area was deserted, and the white snow completely covered the withered yellow grass.

“This is the right place.” Shangguan Hongyu turned around to look at the surrounding scenery.

The mountains are still the same mountains, the rivers are still the same rivers, but what about Justice Fortress?

If Justice Castle was destroyed, it's impossible that it left no trace.

The reality is that there is no trace of anyone ever living here.