Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 172: Flying Tiger Pass on a Cold Night: Gong Simeng's Glory and Qi Meizhen's Loneliness

On this freezing winter night, Feihu Pass is like a beautiful painting carefully carved by nature, with a towering and majestic castle standing quietly between the vast sky and earth.

There is white snow all around, the snow layer is so thick that it covers the whole world with a pure and holy coat.

The strong wind was like an extremely angry demon, carrying endless tyranny and madness, roaring and whistling wantonly.

It ruthlessly rolled up the snow piled on the ground, and the snowflakes flew wildly in the air, interweaving a shocking snow dance.

The whole world was caught up in this crazy carnival.

The snowflakes are spinning and tumbling in the air, as if they are having a grand and gorgeous party.

They chase and play with each other, making the whole world look like a dream.

On the towering walls of the castle, flags were dancing vigorously in the biting cold wind, making crisp "pa pa" sounds.

These flags seem to be given life. They stretch in the wind, as if cheering for the coming New Year. They exude vigorous vitality and passionate enthusiasm, adding a bit of hot atmosphere to this cold snowy night.

On the city wall, the heroes of the Xiongying Society and many disciples gathered together densely.

They all looked forward to it, their necks stretched out, their eyes shining with infinite longing for the future.

The light was like the bright stars in the night sky, and at the same time, it was filled with an unconcealable joy. The corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted, and a smile blossomed on his face. "No need! We're here! Hahaha!" A loud and hearty laugh was like a sharp sword, instantly cutting through the howling cold wind and breaking the silence of the night.

Everyone looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw the elders of the Xiongying Society, "Tongbi Fist" Liao Pei and "Qiankun Sword" Lie Quan, walking majestically in front, followed by "Yuanyang Sword" Xiao Lingling, "Round Barrel" Lu De De, and "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian. They carefully escorted Gong Simeng, the wife of the Xiongying Society's leader and martial arts hero Shi Feiyang, and walked steadily towards the gate of Feihu Pass.

At this moment, the Feihu Pass city wall was illuminated by countless torches, as bright as day.

Although the cold wind stung their skin like a knife, the enthusiasm in everyone's hearts was like a blazing fire, and it did not diminish in the slightest.

Gong Simeng was dressed in an incredibly gorgeous brocade robe, made of fine fabric and meticulously embroidered. Against the backdrop of the snow, she looked even more radiant, like a fairy from heaven. She held her child tightly in her arms, her steps slow and cautious, fearing to disturb the sleeping child.

The child was sleeping soundly in a warm and soft cradle, his pink little face was like a blooming peach blossom, and he was completely unaware of all the excitement happening around him.

As soon as Gong Simeng appeared, the heroes and disciples of the Xiongying Society were in an uproar, cheering loudly and being so excited that they could hardly contain themselves.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, his face filled with a warm smile, took the lead in stepping forward with big strides, clasped his hands together, and welcomed them with a loud and clear voice: "Welcome, Madam! You have come a long way and have been exhausted by the long journey. We admire your tenacity and bravery from the bottom of our hearts!" Following closely behind him was "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun, who stood tall and behaved elegantly, expressing his respect politely.

He bent down slightly, bowed gracefully, and said respectfully and politely, "Madam, we are truly honored by your presence. You have brought endless warmth and light to this cold winter night."

"Double-Edged Blade" Xiao Lingling, like a cheerful elf, bounded over to Gong Simeng's side. Her eyes widened, unblinking, as she stared at the child with an exaggerated expression, feigning jealousy as she loudly praised, "Madam, this child is so beautiful! She's like a miniature version of the leader. She's sure to be a true prodigy in the future!"

As she spoke, she secretly observed her husband Wu Zhong's reaction. Her playful look made people laugh.

Hearing these compliments, Gong Simeng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle and charming smile, and she responded softly: "Thank you all for your compliments. Thanks to everyone's tireless care along the way, my child and I were able to arrive so smoothly."

"Round Barrel" Lude smiled naively, scratched his head with his large hand, and said in his rough yet honest voice, "Ma'am, you're too polite. Protecting you and your child is our responsibility, and it's worth it no matter how hard it is."

"Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian also nodded vigorously, with a simple smile on his face. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were full of sincerity and joy.

Surrounded by the crowd's enthusiasm, Gong Simeng walked steadily up the city wall.

Along the way, laughter and joyful chatter could be heard everywhere, and the cheerful voices drifted in the cold wind, making the atmosphere even more lively.

The tower was already laden with an incredibly sumptuous feast of wine and delicacies. Everyone gathered around, raising their glasses and drinking together to celebrate this special and profound moment. A blazing bonfire burned brightly in the center, its dancing flames illuminating everyone's face with a vibrant red glow, casting a golden glow over them.

Everyone toasted each other, and sincere New Year's greetings echoed in the air. The whole scene was filled with a warm and harmonious atmosphere, warm and beautiful. Maggie Cheung stood quietly to the side. She was wearing a tight red dress. The bright red was particularly eye-catching in the snowy night, and it made her look more heroic and graceful.

She stared intently at Gong Simeng, and when she saw her walking steadily towards her with the baby in her arms, a complex emotion flashed across her eyes. Among those emotions were sincere blessings for Gong Simeng and the baby. After all, she knew very well how important Gong Simeng was in Shi Feiyang's heart, and that the child was the fruit of their love and deserved everyone's love and care. But at the same time, there was also a hint of loneliness and loss.

She sighed inwardly. As Shi Feiyang's partner, she could only stand silently in the corner in such an occasion, watching Gong Simeng being surrounded by everyone like a star.

In her heart, she longed to be noticed by everyone like Gong Simeng, to stand openly with Shi Feiyang and receive everyone's blessings.

However, she was also very clear that as Shi Feiyang's other wife, her status was indeed behind Gong Simeng.

She is a girl who understands the big picture and knows when to advance and retreat. She knows that in such occasions, she should keep a low profile and not destroy this rare harmony and happiness because of her emotions.

So, she bit her lips lightly, the light in her eyes dimmed slightly, she turned around silently, and retreated quietly without making a sound, for fear of disturbing that warm scene.

After leaving the stage, Maggie Cheung strolled slowly in the corner of the city wall alone.

From time to time, she turned her head and looked at the bustling banquet scene. Her heart was like a pot of five flavors overturned, with all kinds of tastes flooding into her heart. She was sincerely happy that Gong Simeng and the baby could enjoy such happiness and joy, but at the same time, the feeling of loneliness in her heart became stronger and stronger.

On this bustling city wall, she felt like an outsider, only able to watch others' happiness from afar, unable to truly join in. Yet, despite this, Maggie Cheung remained resolute, understanding her responsibility and mission, silently guarding this joy that belonged to everyone. Her figure, shrouded in the night, appeared both fragile and resilient, like a solitary red plum blossom blooming in the cold wind.

(End of this chapter)