El mundo de las artes marciales es un pozo

Capítulo 95

No one answered.

"Brother Nangong! Are you there?"

"Brother Nangong—" The voice, which wasn't loud, sounded exceptionally clear due to the echo, but no matter how she called out, no one answered.

Did he not want to see her? Or had she really misjudged him? Staring at the two high walls, Yang Nianqing remained motionless for a long time before slowly coming back to her senses, feeling somewhat saddened.

Let's go back.

However, just as she listlessly turned to leave, she was startled by the person standing quietly behind her and almost screamed.

A very familiar face, with a pair of naturally beautiful phoenix eyes beneath sword-like eyebrows.

There seemed to be a slight difference, but Yang Nianqing didn't have time to think about what that difference was. She just stared at him with a mixture of surprise and delight, as if something was blocking her throat.

Finally, she managed to utter a few words: "Brother Nangong...is it really you?"

He didn't answer, but smiled slightly.

The smile lacked that heart-wrenching melancholy, nor that thin layer of desolation and sorrow, but instead held a touch of pride and decisiveness. The gaze was less complex, bright as water, like autumn water, lacking gentleness, and carrying a harmless coldness.

Familiar, yet strange.

But the person in front of him was indeed him.

After a moment of distraction, Yang Nianqing murmured, "You...you're really back?"

He looked at her quietly for a moment, and his coldness turned into a warm smile.

In that instant, looking at that smile, Yang Nianqing suddenly felt that this person was no longer a stranger. He really hadn't died. Wasn't this exactly what she had hoped for?

Overjoyed, she finally grabbed his arm: "Brother Nangong, you're really not dead!"

"You don't want me to die."

"certainly!"

"I killed someone."

Is he still blaming himself? Yang Nianqing paused, then shook her head: "Don't overthink it. It's not entirely your fault. This world is inherently unfair. Tao Men is innocent. The court's irresponsibility caused so many deaths. They did such terrible things and they're still alive and well. Why can't you live on?"

He remained silent for a long while.

He sighed: "They can survive because they are not Nangong Xue."

Yang Nianqing was taken aback, not quite understanding what he meant, but in her joy, she didn't bother to think about it any further: "It's good that you're not dead, anyway, it's all over now."

He smiled slightly and took her hand: "Let's go."

My fingers are cold, lacking their usual warmth.

Yang Nianqing was pulled along by him for a few steps when she suddenly remembered something and quickly said, "Li You just left because of something, but he's probably back by now. Should we go find him first..."

He stopped and smiled casually: "No rush, we can meet again later."

Yang Nianqing still hesitated: "But..."

Li You must be looking for her.

Nangong Xue looked at her for a moment, her eyes flashing: "What, you don't want to stay with me?"

She shook her head: "No."

The spring moonlight was still a bit too cold, and a thin layer of frost covered his face and body, making him appear even more aloof and lonely.

Yang Nianqing was very uneasy.

This is a quiet little courtyard. There are no trees in the courtyard, so it looks a bit empty. A table has already been set up in front of the steps, and there are even exquisite dishes and wine on the table.

Three wine glasses.

There were only two people here.

Yang Nianqing does not drink alcohol.

In the cold moonlight, he elegantly held up his wine glass. Although his figure looked somewhat lonely, his expression was unusually relaxed and leisurely, somewhat like the imagery of "three people in the shadows".

He glanced at Yang Nianqing: "You don't need to worry. Even though they're confused, they're very good at finding people."

Perhaps because she had never heard of Nangong Xue belittling someone before, Yang Nianqing couldn't help but find it amusing, and deliberately feigned disbelief: "That can't be right, is that something you said?"

"I often say things like this, do you believe me?"

"letter."

"Yeah, right."

After saying this casually, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

Wow, he's funny too! Seeing Nangong Xue like this, Yang Nianqing smiled happily. After a while, she finally asked the question that had been bothering her: "Brother Nangong, weren't you already..."

He interrupted her: "My surname is Tao."

Yang Nianqing paused for a moment, then understood: "Uh, Brother Tao..."

"Death doesn't necessarily mean you can't come back to life."

Come back to life?

After a moment of surprise, Yang Nianqing immediately remembered someone and exclaimed, "So it's Brother Qiu! He's the best doctor, he'll definitely save you!"

He smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

Sensing the silence, Yang Nianqing felt somewhat awkward. She had so much to say, but now she couldn't utter a single word. She felt that Nangong Xue after her resurrection was different from before, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was different.

Perhaps feeling it was too quiet, he spoke up: "I've heard that there are many strange things happening where you live. Why don't you tell me about them?"

"Where we live?" Yang Nianqing snapped out of her reverie. "There are many strange things happening where we live... What are you talking about?"

If it were any other time, Nangong Xue would have already started chatting with him when she asked this question. But now, facing him, she felt uneasy for some reason. Moreover, thinking that Li You must still be worried and searching, and that Nangong Xue was unwilling to see them, she was even less inclined to talk.

"Where we live... well, let's put it this way, even people without qinggong (lightness skill) can fly into the sky and even go to the moon. Oh, and we also have telephones and cell phones. For example, I'm here, and you're in your Nangong Villa, so far apart, but you can still hear me talking..."

He had already picked up his glass and continued drinking.

"Fine, don't believe me then. I'll do some experiments for you when I have time..." Yang Nianqing muttered dejectedly, then suddenly remembered something and her eyes lit up. "Brother Tao, just how many things can you remember at the same time?"

He put down his glass: "I don't know."

"Shall we give it a try?" She really wanted to amuse him, so before he could answer, she started posing a question, "Listen carefully, there's a bus with ten people on it, then the bus stops at a station, and two people get on..."

He interrupted her: "Go ask the children."

"Listen to me first, and I'll be impressed if you can answer it," Yang Nianqing said, her eyes wide. "There's a car..."

He interrupted her again: "What car?"

"Huh?" Yang Nianqing was a little dumbfounded when the question suddenly came up. After thinking for a moment, she hesitated and said, "I guess... just think of it as the carriage we usually ride in."

To tell an ancient person that a bus is stupid.

"There was a carriage with five people on it..."

"Weren't there ten just now?"

Yang Nianqing choked for a moment: "Well... who cares how many there are, just remember them!"

A smile flashed in his phoenix eyes.

"I was saying... what was it again?" Startled by his interruption, Yang Nianqing almost forgot the question. Finally, she remembered her purpose and said dejectedly, "Right, there was a carriage with five people on it. Soon, the carriage passed a station, I think it was a post station. Then, five people got on, and two got off. The carriage continued on, passed another station, seven people got on, five got off, and then..."

Feeling she'd gone around in circles long enough, she winked at him and gave him a sly smile: "Now, tell me... how many stops did this train pass through in total?"

How many horses?

Her smile vanished, and Yang Nianqing asked, bewildered, "A horse?"

"A carriage, how many horses?"

“Uh, about three or four horses,” Yang Nianqing replied casually, then reminded him, “I’m not asking about the horses, but how many stations the carriage passed through.”

Without a second thought, he said, "At most ten."

Yang Nianqing said smugly, "Fourteen? You're wrong!"

“Of course it’s wrong, even ten won’t work,” he said, undeterred, glancing at her briefly. “By the tenth stop, there were already forty-three people on the train. How could the horses possibly move it?”

...

How many people stood on the ninth platform?

"Ten."

"We got off at the sixth stop..."

"one."

Yang Nianqing was utterly impressed. Geniuses are truly different; he remembered things even better than she, the one who set the questions. If she could borrow such a brain, she would definitely excel in the exam.

Under the moonlight, he sat quietly, occasionally drinking a little wine, neither speaking much nor touching his chopsticks. The dishes on the table were practically useless, and the only things accompanying him were two empty wine glasses.

Is he waiting for a friend?

Yang Nianqing also surprisingly had little appetite. Finally, she couldn't help but look around: "Brother Tao, it's so late, Li You must still be looking for us everywhere, right..."

He interrupted, "Don't you like spending time with me?"

Yang Nianqing quickly shook her head.

"Of course not, but..." she hesitated, "it's so late..."

"Afraid of me?"

Huh? Afraid of you?

Yang Nianqing glared at him, remembering his angry and helpless look in the past. Her eyes immediately lit up, and she put on her usual mischievous smile, patting his arm: "Who's afraid of you? I'm just wondering, it's so late at night, and such a handsome guy like you still dares to sit in front of me. Aren't you afraid I'll drool over your good looks?"

After saying that, she was already prepared to enjoy the handsome guy blushing; this handsome guy was very shy.

Who knew—

He merely glanced at her, casually took her hand and examined it, and said without changing his expression, "In that case, marry me."

Yang Nianqing was dumbfounded.

This... this really came out of Nangong Xue's mouth? She would never have believed it, not even if you beat her to death. When did he become so open-minded? Even if he was resurrected, he shouldn't be this different from before!

A hint of a smile flickered in his phoenix eyes.