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The Kunlun Mountains, with their myriad valleys and rolling clouds, stretch for thousands of miles. In the early autumn light, the snow-capped peaks have shed their biting frost, leaving only a clear and expansive atmosphere. The deep valleys are left behind, and the rugged mountain paths gently descend along the mountain slopes, leaving behind the desolate and cold wilderness and slowly approaching the warm and humid lands of the Central Plains.

A long wind swept across the wilderness, swirling up fine grass and fallen petals, brushing past a uniquely designed, rustic RV. This vehicle was not the common pack animals found in the martial world, but an exquisitely crafted wooden carriage hand-made by Jiangnan craftsmen. The entire body was carved from a thousand-year-old Kunlun cypress tree, its wood grain warm and delicate, polished smooth and rounded, with all edges rounded to conceal any sharpness. The carriage was spacious and airy, with the front door open, draped with a light, emerald-green gauze curtain. This curtain not only shielded the interior from wind and dust but also offered a panoramic view of the surrounding mountains and rivers. Inside, soft cloud-brocade cushions were laid out, along with a small table, tea set, books, and needlework—elegant and comfortable, a hundred times more so than an ordinary horse-drawn carriage.

The RV wasn't pulled by an ordinary horse, but by a robust old blue ox, its coat a deep blue-gray. This ox was gentle and intelligent, its gait incredibly steady, its four hooves clattering firmly on the rocky, dirt road without a single bump or sway. Its pace was leisurely and unhurried, even on the undulating mountain path, it moved with unwavering composure, the clear sound of its cowbells echoing intermittently through the open mountains, distant and peaceful.

A person was traveling alongside the RV, and a lithe yellow figure followed beside it.

Jiang Nan walked slowly to the left side of the RV, dressed in clean and simple plain clothes. His posture was upright and gentle, and his brows and eyes carried the calm and composure that came with years of experience in the martial world. There was no trace of youthful naiveté, only a hint of leisurely ease in his eyes. Although he had not found the ruins of Lingjiu Palace after finishing his secluded cultivation in Kunlun Valley, he was happy that his martial arts had improved and his skills had become more refined. At this moment, his heart was filled with thoughts of returning home with Huang Rong, and he only hoped to return to Peach Blossom Island, where spring was in full bloom and the fireworks were gentle, as soon as possible.

The carriage curtain was gently lifted, revealing two stunningly beautiful women sitting quietly within.

Huang Rong, dressed in a pale yellow silk dress with a simple jade hairpin tucked behind her ear, looked much gentler in her usually bright and mischievous eyes. She rested her chin on her hand, gazing through the gauze curtain at the receding green mountains and sea of ​​clouds outside the window, a faint smile playing on her lips. This trip to Kunlun had taken her with her on her journey through the martial world, filled with adventures and adventures. Far from the tranquility of Peach Blossom Island, she felt a profound sense of peace and contentment. Occasionally, she would glance at the woman in white sitting quietly beside her, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

Little Dragon Girl wore a pristine white gauze dress, untouched by a speck of dust. Her figure was elegant and ethereal, like jade under the moon or drifting clouds in the mountains. She had grown another year older, and although her nature was lively, a sense of aloofness was gradually emerging. Having traveled far from the mountains with Jiangnan, traversing mountains and rivers, she was no longer the naive child in Zhongnan Mountain. Her heart now held the gentle warmth of human life and the peace of companionship.

A few feet in front of the RV, a large, robust yellow dog strutted back and forth, none other than the intelligent and loyal country dog, Da Huang.

Big Yellow's fur was a vibrant, fluffy, and glossy gold. Its limbs were strong and powerful, its paws stomping lightly and silently. Its bright black eyes were alert and quick, constantly scanning its surroundings, its nose sniffing the air, probing the activity in the surrounding forest. It was intelligent and perceptive, far more than an ordinary domestic dog. It served as the team's scout, detecting any unusual activity in the forest, whether birds or animals, or the presence of humans. It ran back and forth, sometimes leaping up hillsides to survey the road ahead, sometimes returning to the vehicle and growling softly to indicate that the road was safe. Its diligent and intelligent demeanor, full of spirit, made it a truly magnificent sight from afar.

Three people, an ox, a dog, and a cart leisurely travel along the ancient Kunlun Road. The scene is serene and tranquil, like a landscape painting untouched by the hustle and bustle of the world, far removed from the violence of the martial arts world, leaving only the vast mountains and rivers and the peaceful passage of time.

The journey home was long, but heading east from the heart of the Kunlun Mountains, the terrain gradually leveled out. The barren, high-altitude Gobi Desert slowly receded, replaced by lush forests and babbling brooks. The roadside vegetation grew increasingly abundant, wildflowers bloomed everywhere, and a gentle breeze carried the fragrance of grass, trees, and flowers, refreshing and invigorating. The journey was undisturbed, accompanied only by birdsong, insect chirps, and the soft tinkling of cowbells—a tranquility beyond words.

Jiangnan walked with a leisurely pace, honing his lightness skills as he traveled, chatting softly to dispel the loneliness of the journey. "This Kunlun training is now complete. Heading east from here, we will reach the Central Plains. In another month or so, we will reach the East Sea, and across the sea will be Peach Blossom Island."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's eyes softened even more, and she smiled gently, "Finally, we can return to the island and settle down. After being away for so long, I miss the ten-mile peach forest, the sweet honey, and the peach blossom wine I brewed myself. When we get back, we can watch the sea and listen to the wind every day, brew tea and admire the flowers, and we won't have to venture into these desolate mountains and wilderness anymore."

Little Dragon Girl nodded slightly, her slightly cool voice as gentle as water: "Peach Blossom Island is like spring all year round, peaceful and serene, very good."

The two spoke gently, their minds at ease, and the road ahead seemed bright. Neither of them could have predicted that on this peaceful journey home, they would unexpectedly encounter old grudges from the martial world, causing a sudden and violent storm.

As the sun gradually slanted westward, its warm golden rays bathed the mountains and fields, gilding the forests, trees, rocks, and ancient paths with a gentle golden edge. The group rounded a winding mountain bend, and a forest path suddenly opened up ahead. Ancient trees towered beside the path, and the sound of pine trees rustling in the wind filled the air. On the desolate mountain path, a figure dressed in black strolled slowly.

The man was hunched over, with a sinister face, triangular eyes, a flat nose, and a mean and lewd expression. He was surrounded by a faint, chilling, and evil aura. He was none other than Liang Ziweng, who had committed many evil deeds.

For years, Liang Ziweng had been wandering through deep mountains and desolate valleys, hiding from the world and seeking out secluded places to cultivate unorthodox internal skills, hoping to make up for his shortcomings in cultivation and avoid being hunted down and eliminated by the righteous path of the martial world. He was always elusive and rarely appeared on the main roads of the Central Plains. Today, he was just passing by by chance, looking for a valley to gather herbs for cultivation, but he never expected to encounter a traveler on this desolate mountain path.

At first, Liang Ziweng didn't pay any attention, assuming it was just an ordinary traveler on his way. He intended to step aside and quietly leave. But just as his gaze swept over the big yellow dog clearing the way ahead, his steps suddenly stopped, and his triangular eyes instantly flashed with intense greed and ecstasy as he locked his eyes on the intelligent and spirited country dog.

"It's just as well, my precious snake is gone, and now I've encountered such a spiritually intelligent dog. It's truly a blessing from heaven!"

As if sensing the stranger's malice, Dahuang immediately stopped, its golden fur standing on end, its ears perked up, its eyes sharp and alert. It stood firmly in front of the RV, letting out a low growl, and warily stared at Liang Ziweng who had suddenly appeared, its protective instincts evident.

This scene, witnessed by Liang Ziweng, fueled his growing greed.

Having roamed the martial world for decades and seen countless exotic beasts and rare birds, he had never seen such a spiritually extraordinary dog. This dog possessed a magnificent physique, a pure aura, and a profound spirituality, far surpassing ordinary ferocious beasts and domestic dogs. A faint layer of spiritual energy lingered around its body, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary creature.

Liang Ziweng was obsessed with the practice of absorbing spiritual energy to cultivate his inner strength. He loved to seek out rare and exotic beasts and spiritual objects to aid his cultivation, hoping to nourish his meridians with the spiritual energy of these external objects, thus prolonging his life and enhancing his internal power. In his eyes, this big yellow dog was no longer just a dog, but a once-in-a-millennium treasure for cultivation!

His mind raced with calculations, greed gleaming in his eyes, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips: "What a clever beast! Such pure spiritual energy! In my half-life, I've never encountered such a spiritually gifted dog! If I could capture this dog, raise it carefully, absorb its spiritual energy, and use its spirituality to nourish my meridians, it would surely heal the hidden injuries left by years of practice, and elevate my cultivation to a higher level! Truly a divine opportunity!"

At this thought, Liang Ziweng had already cast aside any fear he might have, his mind filled only with the wicked idea of ​​forcibly seizing the favor. He didn't even bother to examine the appearance and demeanor of the person in the carriage, nor did he have any intention of probing Jiang Nan's abilities. In his eyes, this traveler in the desolate mountains was nothing more than an unknown nobody, not worth mentioning at all. With his decades of experience in the martial world, kidnapping a spirit dog would be as easy as turning his hand.

At that moment, Liang Ziweng no longer concealed his evil aura. He shifted his feet and suddenly darted out, bringing with him a chilling gust of wind. He rushed straight at Big Yellow, his five fingers forming claws. His moves were vicious and cunning, clearly intending to forcibly capture Big Yellow and abduct it on the spot.

"You audacious villain!"

  

Jiang Nan's eyes suddenly turned cold, his gentle aura vanished instantly, and a sharp edge appeared around him.

He traveled at a leisurely pace, seeking only a safe journey and unwilling to cause trouble. However, this Liang Ziweng was a wicked man with an incorrigible heart, daring to block the road and covet the spirit dog beside him, brazenly coming to provoke him, which was purely courting death.

Huang Rong and Xiaolongnu's expressions also darkened slightly, a cold glint flashing in their eyes. Although Liang Ziweng was a notorious villain in the martial arts world, committing numerous evils and harming countless lives, the three of them, including Da Mi, didn't really recognize him. However, the fact that someone dared to commit such atrocities in front of them today was truly courting death.

Dahuang sensed the sharp wind and deadly malice, but showed no fear. Just as it was about to leap back to protect its master, Jiangnan stopped it with a soft shout: "Dahuang, step back!"

The big yellow dog was extremely intelligent. Upon hearing this, it immediately stopped and obediently retreated to the side, still keeping its eyes fixed on Liang Ziweng, remaining vigilant.

At this moment, Liang Ziweng's figure had already closed to within several feet, and the cold, icy claw wind rushed towards him. The speed was extremely fast, and the moves were ruthless. His heart was filled with the greed to kidnap the spirit dog, and he saw nothing else.

Jiang Nan stood still, his posture upright and unmoving, his expression indifferent and cold, showing no sign of panic. He had never shown any leniency or indulgence towards a scoundrel like Liang Ziweng, who had committed numerous evils and repeatedly refused to change his ways.

After years of experience in the martial arts world, Jiangnan's unique "Little Jiang Flying Dagger" has been honed to perfection in actual combat, reaching a level of unparalleled skill. Its strikes are fast, accurate, and ruthless, invisible and intangible, never missing their mark, decisive and swift, and never failing.

He slightly raised his wrist, the movement light and silent, without any grand momentum or fancy moves, just a flick of his fingertips.

A sharp, star-like glint of cold light suddenly shot out from his sleeve!

This flying knife was incredibly fast, cutting through the air silently, like a meteor streaking across the sky. It carried an extremely sharp and fierce aura, and in an instant, it covered several meters, precisely locking onto Liang Ziweng's vital point between his eyebrows!

Liang Ziweng had been living in seclusion in the mountains for many years, and now he was serving in the Prince's Palace. He was unfamiliar with dealing with the sudden killing moves of martial arts masters. At this moment, he was filled with greed and underestimated his opponent. He never expected that the seemingly gentle and harmless young man in front of him would have such a terrifying killing method.

When he sensed the deadly and chilling killing intent, he was suddenly terrified, and the hairs on his body stood on end. By the time he tried to dodge to the side and use his internal energy to block, it was already too late!

too fast!

The speed of the throwing knife was beyond anything he had ever seen in his life; it was as fast as lightning, giving him absolutely no chance to react.

"puff--"

A soft, crisp sound of something cutting through the air and piercing flesh rang out, both deadly and deadly.

The cold light pierced Liang Ziweng's brow with unerring accuracy, its force incredibly powerful, instantly penetrating his skull.

Liang Ziweng's leaping figure suddenly froze in mid-air; all his movements, all his greed, all his evil thoughts were completely frozen at that moment.

His triangular eyes, usually filled with greed and malice, suddenly widened, his pupils contracting violently, his eyes instantly filled with endless terror and disbelief. He never imagined that after a lifetime of roaming the martial world, he would be defeated in this desolate wilderness by an unknown young man, all because of a single thought of greed, which brought about his death.

The next second, Liang Ziweng's internal energy instantly dissipated, all his strength vanished, and his tall body fell heavily from mid-air, crashing to the ground with a "thud," raising a cloud of dust.

His limbs twitched twice, and then he was completely lifeless. His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open. The evil aura he had committed in the past had completely dissipated, leaving only a cold and stiff corpse lying on the mountain road.

one move!

With a single, silent throwing knife, swift, accurate, and ruthless, he killed the enemy on the spot, sending Liang Ziweng to his final resting place and ending his life of evil deeds.

The whole thing happened in the blink of an eye, from Liang Ziweng lunging out to covet Dahuang to the fatal flying knife kill and the villain's demise, it all ended in an instant.

Huang Rong looked at the corpse on the ground, her eyes cold and indifferent, and said softly, "This person was clearly not a good person. He must have done evil all his life, was greedy and wicked, and harmed countless lives. Today, he brought about his own destruction because of a moment of greed. He deserved his fate and his death is not a pity."

Little Dragon Girl nodded slightly and said in a cool voice, "Evil thoughts will not be extinguished, and they will eventually suffer retribution. They deserve it."

Jiang Nan slowly stepped forward, his gaze sweeping indifferently over Liang Ziweng's corpse on the ground. His expression was calm and undisturbed, showing no sign of the shock that followed the killing. In the martial world, good and evil are rewarded accordingly. For such a scoundrel who repeatedly defied admonition and committed heinous acts, killing him was the way to eliminate evil and uphold justice, to cleanse the martial world of its malevolence. There was no need for mercy, no need for regret.

He spoke softly: "This thief looks greedy and sinister, and has committed many evils. Today, he dares to covet the lives of those around me and cause trouble. He is courting death. Killing him today will rid the martial world of a scourge and prevent anyone else from suffering his cruelty in the future."

Having said that, Jiangnan didn't look at the corpse again. This place was desolate and deserted, and the wind, sand, grass and trees in the mountains and fields would naturally bury the traces, so there was no need to bother to deal with it.

He looked down at the big yellow dog beside him, gently stroked its fluffy golden fur, and said in a gentle tone, "It's alright."

Dahuang affectionately rubbed against Jiangnan's palm, wagged its tail, and then stood tall again, scanning the surroundings warily. Only after confirming that there was no trace of human presence, unusual activity, or murderous intent in the mountains and forests did it let out two low croaks to indicate that the road ahead was completely safe.

A sudden storm of violence ended quietly, and peace returned to the mountains and fields, as if the fierce battle and death had never happened.

A gentle evening breeze rustled through the pines, carrying the fresh scents of flowers and trees. The setting sun cast its warm glow upon the earth, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere. The blue ox stood docilely, gently swishing its tail and occasionally letting out a low moo, dispelling the faint aura of violence that had just emanated from it.

Jiang Nan turned back to the RV and said softly, "A few petty thieves are nothing to fear. There are no more obstacles ahead, let's continue on our way."

Huang Rong nodded with a smile, gently lowered the carriage curtain, her eyes calm and serene: "Alright, let's continue home. With Brother Nan by my side, even if the world is full of turmoil, I have nothing to fear."

Little Dragon Girl closed her eyes slightly, leaned against the window, her expression serene. The road ahead was long, but with companions by her side, the vast landscape seemed gentle.

Jiangnan walked slowly forward, once again accompanying the vehicle. The blue ox took steady steps, its cowbells ringing softly, echoing through the mountains. Big Yellow continued to lead the way, its agile figure alertly patrolling the road ahead, faithfully protecting the group on their journey home.

After Liang Ziweng was executed, the road ahead was completely clear.

The rest of the long journey home was without any further trouble or hindrance. The route traversed mountains and valleys, crossed streams and rivers, passing through deep forests, ancient forests, and rural towns – all peaceful landscapes. Occasionally, they encountered a few traveling merchants and woodcutters, all ordinary, law-abiding citizens; no one came to cause trouble, and no martial arts masters followed them seeking revenge.

It seems that Liang Ziweng was always a loner, without any sect or close friends. He lived a solitary life, committing evil deeds and making countless enemies, yet no one came forward to hold him accountable for his death. He died in the desolate mountains, unknown and uncared for, and in the end, he would only turn into a handful of dust in the wilderness, disappearing into the world.

Day after day, the group traveled by day and rested by night, moving forward leisurely and unhurriedly.

Leaving the high, cold, and desolate mountains of Kunlun, the scenery along the way becomes increasingly beautiful and gentle. The desolation of the north gradually fades, and the magnificent landscape of the Central Plains slowly unfolds. Fertile fields, villages with cooking smoke, and white-walled houses with blue tiles appear one after another, and the atmosphere of daily life becomes increasingly rich. The remaining wildflowers of spring cover the mountains and fields, and the gentle breeze of summer is warm and refreshing. The landscape is beautiful, and every step reveals a new vista.

Jiangnan traveled leisurely, chatting with Huang Rong about the interesting stories of the martial arts world and the scenery of Peach Blossom Island in his spare time, or listening quietly to Xiaolongnu's soft words. Occasionally, they would stop by the stream to fetch water or rest under the trees. Dahuang remained diligent and quick-witted, patrolling the road ahead day and night to ensure a safe journey. Qingniu walked steadily, carrying the cart safely, slowly heading east.

The journey home was long and peaceful, the years passed serenely.

The group distanced themselves from the battles and dangers of the martial world, accompanied only by the mountains and rivers along the way, their hearts filled with the longing to return home.

As we traveled day after day, the moisture from the East China Sea gradually enveloped us, filling the air with the unique salty scent of the ocean. In the distance, the sky was a vast expanse of azure, with the outline of the sea meeting the sky faintly visible. The East China Sea, which I had longed for day and night, was now close at hand.

Just cross the vast ocean before you, and you'll find Peach Blossom Island, a paradise where flowers bloom in all seasons. After a long and arduous journey, you'll finally return home safely.