"Heroine! Would you dare to travel the world with me?" Fu Xin, tears streaming down his face, revealed an incredibly bright smile, as if withered trees had come back to life. He reached out and pushed the general off his horse. The general, who had just begun to feel some sympathy, was a little stunned. Several foreigners immediately surrounded the general.
Linghu Lan laughed and said, "Why wouldn't I dare?" She reached out and grasped Fu Xin's hand, then mounted her horse. Fu Xin held her tightly in his arms, and laughter burst out uncontrollably.
He turned his horse around and galloped into the city. The soldiers in the city gate looked at Fu Xin with some depression. Their general was still in the hands of the foreigners, and they hesitated to fire their arrows.
The envoy from the foreign lands breathed a slight sigh of relief and said to the general, "General, please?"
"Please!" The general watched the two ride away, a strange feeling of emotion welling up within him. A man and a woman riding side-by-side, laughing and roaming the martial world—who hadn't dreamt of such a life in their youth? "Who was that young lady just now? She doesn't seem to be from another region?"
"Her?" The envoy stared at her for a long time, unsure how to introduce Linghu Lan. She was the Holy Maiden of the Outer Realm Demonic Sect and the godmother of the Outer Realm Empress. But could he reveal these identities? Wouldn't it cause her trouble? His Majesty had said he would protect the Holy Maiden with all his might. He thought for a moment and then said, "She is a remarkable person from the Central Plains. The fact that our two countries are able to negotiate peace is entirely due to her mediation..."
"Oh! I see, Your Excellency, please!"
"please!"
...
That year.
When Linghu Lan left the Lingshan Sect, she never imagined that she would be gone for more than ten years.
Time flies, and the plants and trees of Lingshan Sect have become exceptionally lush. The disciples of yesteryear have grown up, and no one is as playful as before.
Linghu Lan and Fu Xin easily and happily climbed the mountain along the path and knocked on the gate of the Lingshan Sect.
A small child opened the door, tilted his head, looked at Linghu Lan, and smiled sweetly, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Linghu Lan carefully examined the child's appearance and felt a sense of kinship, like the poem "Children meet but do not recognize each other, laughing and asking where the guest comes from." "I'm looking for my father, his name is Qin Changhe!"
"Grandpa, Grandpa, someone is looking for you!"
A man and a woman slowly walked out of the corridor. The man had a flowing beard, and the woman was kind and dignified. They greeted each other with smiles, "I'm here. Who's looking for me?"
The two stopped the moment they saw Linghu Lan, as if something strange in the air had shattered.
Linghu Lan looked at Qin Changhe and Lin Wanfeng, who had aged considerably, with a smile, and said softly, "Father, Mother, your daughter has returned from her training down the mountain."
People walked out of the corridor little by little. Linghu Lan saw her eldest senior brother Wei Feng, her second senior brother Chen Yunqi, and many other senior and junior brothers.
There was also an extremely beautiful woman whose appearance bore a resemblance to Jin Wuhuan, but whose demeanor and appearance were much gentler and more dignified than Jin Wuhuan's.
The child ran into the beautiful woman's arms and pointed at Linghu Lan, saying, "Mother, that aunt is looking for Grandpa."
Wei Feng leaped to Linghu Lan's side with a light-footed movement. He carefully examined her face, his eyes filled with barely concealed excitement. He reached out to touch her head, but ultimately withdrew his hand. "Junior Sister, you're finally back."
Qin Changhe let out a long sigh, his eyes reddening: "It's good that you're back!"
It's good that you're back!
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