Chapter 580 Her Past

"Boss Chu."

"Brother Chang."

"..."

"What's wrong? Brother Chang, do you have something to say?"

Chang Yuchun hesitated for a moment and said, "Have we met somewhere before?"

Chu Pingsheng smiled and said, "Five years ago, fifty miles southwest of Butterfly Valley, the escort team of Weiyuan Escort Agency."

As soon as these three keywords came out, Chang Yuchun suddenly realized, clapped his hands, and a crisp sound came out: "Hey, I was wondering why you look so familiar. It turned out that you were the donkey-riding knight who helped me solve the pursuit. What happened back then... I never had the chance to thank you."

"Do I need to thank you for this kind of thing?"

"That's right."

Chang Yuchun thought about it. From Chu Pingsheng's identity as the husband of the leader of the Ming Cult, it was his duty to help the righteous army fight against the Yuan Dynasty.

"Okay, I have something to deal with. Let's drink together when we have time." Chu Pingsheng said goodbye to him and went into the Tomb of the Living Dead to find Yang Xiaoqin.

Chang Yuchun looked at the fleeting back figure with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Besides what happened in the southwest of Butterfly Valley five years ago, his voice... how come it's very similar to that of the Yuan army general who took advantage of the situation when he ambushed Chagan Temur on Jining Road?"

At that time, he was knocked unconscious by a heavy object, and before he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard the conversation between Chagan Temur and the visitor.

If that person is him...

Chang Yuchun couldn't help but shudder.

It shouldn't be, if it is, it would be too scary.

At the same time, Chu Pingsheng went through three wrong rooms and finally came to the stone room of his newlywed wife.

Facing the stone door was a cold jade bed, with two yellow silk cushions placed next to it, and a stone table beyond it. Yang Xiaoqin rolled up her sleeves lightly, holding a pen in her jade hand, and was concentrating on writing something, seemingly not noticing his arrival.

Chu Pingsheng walked over and hugged her waist from behind.

"What are you writing?"

Yang Xiaoqin tilted her head to look at him, and nodded at the rice paper on the stone table. Chu Pingsheng looked down and saw a poem by Su Shi - Don't listen to the sound of leaves being blown by the wind in the forest, why not hum and walk slowly. A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, who is afraid? A raincoat will protect you from the rain and mist. The chilly spring breeze sobered me up, a little cold, but the slanting light on the top of the mountain...

He interrupted her halfway through writing.

"It's interesting. I remember my mother said that when my father was naming me, he flipped through this poem and chose the word 'Pingsheng' from it as my name."

Yang Xiaoqin smiled slightly: "How are those people outside... doing?"

"It's almost done. It should be emptied in half an hour." Chu Pingsheng said: "I know that Master Chongyang hid a lot of weapons and equipment in the Tomb of the Living Dead, but I didn't expect the number to be so large. With them, the fighting power of the righteous army will be greatly improved, and the Yuan court will not be far from defeat."

Yang Xiaoqin said: "The weapons and equipment in the ancient tomb are not only left by Master Chongyang. In order to prevent the warehouse materials from being obtained by the Yuan army after the fall of Xiangyang City, the two heroes Guo Jing and Huang Rong transferred some easily transported weapons and equipment to the ancient tomb for the anti-Yuan righteous men to use."

"No wonder." Chu Pingsheng nodded to show that he knew.

Yang Xiaoqin smiled at him faintly again and continued to write poems.

"Don't write anymore." Chu Pingsheng took her pen away.

"What else can you do if you don't write?"

"Practice swordplay."

"What swordplay?"

"Jade Girl Pure Heart Swordplay."

Yang Xiaoqin was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "I think you are not interested in the wine, don't think I don't know what you are thinking, it's broad daylight..."

"Do you divide the days and nights in the Tomb Sect?"

As the two were joking, footsteps were heard outside. Xiao Cui and Xiao Ya came in with two flower baskets and put the flowers into the vase in the niche opposite the stone table.

At this time, Chu Pingsheng remembered the conversation in Luoyang City and looked at Yang Xiaoqin and said: "Now that the marriage is done and the bridal chamber is entered, should you tell me why the descendant of the Divine Condor Hero is willing to marry a man who is a playboy and owes a lot of debts?"

Xiao Cui whispered: "You are quite self-aware."

Chu Pingsheng glared: "If you keep talking, I will let the eight of you set up the Eight Diagrams in the hall tonight."

Xiao Cui is not stupid, of course she can hear what this means.

"You!"

"Okay, Xiao Cui, go and do your thing." Yang Xiaoqin made a face at her. The nosy girl made a face at Chu Pingsheng, took Xiao Ya's hand and went out angrily.

"Xiao Cui is like this. You know my personality. I need someone who loves to worry around me."

"I don't blame her."

"That's good."

"Answer the question just now."

"How should I put it?" Yang Xiaoqin walked to the cold jade bed and sat down, looking at the mental formula engraved on the ceiling: "Seven or eight years ago, when my parents were still alive, they were very worried about my marriage and collected a lot of information about outstanding disciples of the righteous sects, including you... My father was quite interested in you, but my mother didn't think so."

Chu Pingsheng was a little embarrassed: "You are messing around under the banner of the descendants of the Condor Heroes? Have an affair with your uncle?"

She smiled and continued: "But at that time you had left Mount Emei and disappeared, and my parents didn't think much about it. Later they asked me what I thought, and I gave them a condition. If the person they chose can beat me, I will consider getting married. If not, it is better to be pure and indulge in martial arts. Love is something that for my great-grandmother and Lin Zushi of the Tomb School, I think... it should be more lonely and sad."

A young talent who is better than Yang Xiaoqin?

Is there anyone like him in the martial arts world?

Except for this cheater like him.

The last two sentences are also good. The audience thinks that the stories of Lin Chaoying and Wang Chongyang, Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu are touching. In fact, from the perspective of the parties involved, Lin and Wang are lovers but it is difficult for them to get married. Xiaolongnu has lived alone at the bottom of the Unfeeling Valley for 16 years. Fortunately, she was born in an ancient tomb and has been pure and unselfish since childhood. If it were someone else, she would have starved to death, died of illness, or suffocated to death.

Think about it rationally. If you know that loving someone will suffer so much, both women and men will weigh whether it is worth it.

"So, seven or eight years ago, you thought I was dead, and seven or eight years later, you learned that I had returned to the world and went to the Bianliang Beggars' Gang to settle accounts with me for pretending to be the descendant of the Divine Condor Hero and doing evil things. It was false. You wanted to see what was so special about me, the only person who met your conditions for choosing a spouse?"

Yang Xiaoqin smiled again, neither admitting nor denying.

Chu Pingsheng walked over and held her in his arms, gently stroking her cool little hands.

"You are willing to marry a notorious guy like me. Don't you think it's embarrassing for the founder and great-grandmother of the Tomb Sect?"

Yang Xiaoqin said: "I am not them, and... if you can use beauty to tie the heart of a big devil and make him walk the right path, don't you think it is a benefit to the people?"

"..." Chu Pingsheng was silent for a moment: "Your magic of subduing demons is much more powerful than the magic of the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle of Shaolin Temple. If that's the case, then I have to marry a few more?"

"Mi Xue Shi Tai, Yin Su Su, Ding Min Jun, me, and there are four little girls on Mount Emei. If there are more... can you handle them?"

"Then... I'll try?"

"The Sword of Heaven is still in my hand, do you believe me..."

"Want to murder your husband? I think you want to be punished by the family law again."

After half an incense stick.

Snap.

Snap.

"Do you admit your mistake?"

"..."

"Don't talk, right? If you don't talk, I'll beat you again."

Snap.

Snap.

In fact, Xiao Cui had not left. She was standing outside the door and eavesdropping. Seeing that the boy was spanking the young lady's buttocks like he did at the Beggars' Gang Conference, she immediately became furious and pushed open the door abruptly. Then, her face turned red.