I walk sideways in the game world

Three days was enough time for the news to spread throughout the land, and for the jianghu to return from its turmoil to a semblance of peace. The secret organization that had attempted to subvert the martial arts world was ultimately annihilated by the combined efforts of righteous men. As the central figures in this incident, the names of Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin were repeatedly mentioned by the jianghu community, becoming part of legend.

However, for this pair of lovers who fought side by side, fame and glory are far less precious than a peaceful life. After experiencing the bloody storm, they long to escape the hustle and bustle of the world and find a paradise to accompany each other until old age.

"Xiaoyao, are we really leaving?" On a moonless night, Xia Lin snuggled in Ren Xiaoyao's arms and asked softly.

"Well," Ren Xiaoyao said firmly, gazing at the night sky outside the window, "Although the Jianghu is vast, it's not a place to stay for long. We are tired of fighting and killing, and it's time to start a new life."

Xia Lin was silent for a moment, then nodded gently. She understood that Ren Xiaoyao's choice was also her choice.

The next morning, Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin issued a notice to the Jianghu, announcing their retirement and their anonymity. The news shook the world, with countless people expressing regret, but also expressing understanding and blessings.

After bidding farewell to their former friends, Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin embarked on a journey to find a paradise. They headed west, passing through high mountains and dense forests, and finally arrived at a beautiful valley.

The valley, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, and gurgling streams, felt like a paradise. Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin were captivated by the scenery and decided to settle there. They cut down trees, built a house, reclaimed wasteland, and lived a self-sufficient life.

Working from sunrise to sunset, away from the disputes of the martial arts world, Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin enjoyed the long-lost peace and happiness. However, fate always seemed to play tricks on them.

"Xiaoyao, look!" One day, Xia Lin pointed to the sky in the distance and her face suddenly changed.

Ren Xiaoyao followed Xia Lin's gaze and saw that a strangely shaped dark cloud had appeared in the originally clear sky and was slowly drifting towards the valley...

The dark cloud grew closer and closer, its color growing darker and darker, eventually turning an ominous dark red, as if a terrible wound had been torn open in the sky. Ren Xiaoyao's face was solemn, as he sensed a powerful force lurking within the dark cloud. It was an aura he had never felt before, filled with the smell of evil and destruction.

"Oh no! A powerful enemy is attacking!" Ren Xiaoyao said in a deep voice, "Lin'er, quickly go inform everyone and prepare to meet the enemy!"

Xia Lin also knew the seriousness of the matter and did not dare to delay at all. She turned around and ran towards the depths of the valley.

Soon, a rapid alarm sounded in the valley, and the originally peaceful and harmonious atmosphere was instantly broken. The villagers rushed out of their homes, holding swords and gathering together with serious expressions.

Ren Xiaoyao stood at the entrance of the valley, his eyes fixed on the dark clouds that were getting closer and closer. He knew that a great battle was about to break out.

Soon, dark clouds enveloped the entire valley, shading the once bright sky into a gloomy haze. The wind howled, thunder roared, and bean-sized raindrops mixed with hail fell from the sky.

"Here it comes!" Ren Xiaoyao growled, drew the long sword from his waist and pointed it at the sky.

A flash of lightning split the night sky, illuminating the scene beneath the dark clouds. Dozens of figures appeared suspended in mid-air. They were clad in black cloaks, their faces hidden in shadows, and they exuded a suffocatingly powerful aura.

"Who are you? Why are you here to cause trouble?" Ren Xiaoyao asked loudly.

The leading man in black sneered, "Ren Xiaoyao, I've heard of your great name for a long time. Today I've come to learn from your skills!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black flashed and appeared in front of Ren Xiaoyao, slapping him in the chest. Ren Xiaoyao was prepared and swung his sword to block. There was a loud "clang" sound, and the two powerful forces collided, stirring up a gust of air that shook the surrounding trees.

"What a powerful force!" Ren Xiaoyao was shocked. The strength of this group of men in black was far beyond his imagination.

"Xiaoyao, be careful!" Xia Lin's voice came from behind. She led the residents of the valley and rushed over to join the battle.

For a moment, shouts of killing and the clash of weapons filled the air, and the entire valley was plunged into chaos. Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin fought side by side, desperately resisting the attacks of the men in black. However, the men in black were too numerous and too powerful, and Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin gradually felt overwhelmed.

"Haha, Ren Xiaoyao, you've come to this day!" The leading man in black laughed wildly, "Today is the day you die!"

After saying that, he formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and a terrifying aura burst out from his body.

"Oh no, he's about to use his ultimate move!" Ren Xiaoyao's face changed drastically, "Lin'er, stop him quickly!"

Xia Lin also knew that the situation was critical. Without thinking too much, she jumped in front of Ren Xiaoyao, clasped her hands together, and chanted an ancient spell in a low voice.

"In my name, summon the guardian angel!"

A dazzling light burst forth from Xia Lin's body... Within the dazzling light, the shadowy figure of a gigantic white tiger appeared behind her, roaring heavenward, emanating an aura of sacred inviolability. The white tiger suddenly charged at the leading black-clad figure, its immense impact sending him flying. Seeing the situation was dire, the remaining black-clad figures disintegrated into a puff of black mist, vanishing into the night sky.

The crisis was over, and peace returned to the valley. Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin stood side by side on the mountaintop, gazing at their devastated home, their hearts awash with mixed emotions. They knew this was only the calm before the storm, and greater challenges lay ahead.

To prepare for future crises, Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin decided to pass on their lifelong learning to more people, so that the power of justice could be passed down in the martial arts world. They opened a martial arts school in the valley, recruiting disciples from all walks of life, regardless of status, as long as they had a sense of justice and a desire for power.

Ren Xiaoyao is responsible for teaching martial arts, unreservedly passing on his years of experience and skills honed in the martial arts world to his disciples, cultivating them into highly skilled and chivalrous knights. Meanwhile, Xia Lin teaches them military tactics and the ways of dealing with people. She hopes that her disciples will not only possess martial prowess, but also discern right from wrong, cultivate compassion, and use their strength to protect the weak and uphold justice.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed. Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin's martial arts school has become the most prestigious martial arts sanctuary in the world, attracting young people from all corners of the world, eager to become their disciples. Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin's disciples are all highly skilled in martial arts and have excellent moral character. They have fought for justice in the world, helping the weak and suppressing the strong, leaving behind countless stories of righteousness.

"Xiaoyao, look, our disciples have grown up." One day, Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin were taking a walk in the valley. Looking at the disciples sweating in the martial arts training ground in the distance, Xia Lin showed a gratified smile on her face.

"Yes, Lin'er, our efforts were not in vain." Ren Xiaoyao was also filled with emotion, "The martial arts world today is much more peaceful than it was back then."

"Song of Peace..." Charlene murmured to herself, "I hope this song can be sung forever."

Suddenly, Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin looked up at the sky at the same time. They saw a strange light streak across the sky, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, as if a new adventure was calling them...

"Lin'er, do you feel it?" Ren Xiaoyao held Xia Lin's hand tightly.

"Hmm..." Charlene nodded. "We..." "...We should leave," Charlene said firmly, a complex glint in her eyes. Ten years of peaceful life had nearly made her forget her original mission, the unknown and challenging world of gaming. But this sudden light, like a key, unlocked long-forgotten memories and awakened her long-dormant spirit of adventure.

Ren Xiaoyao said nothing, simply holding Xia Lin's hand tightly, his eyes filled with understanding and support. He knew that a fire always burned in Xia Lin's heart, a desire for the unknown and a struggle against fate. And he was willing to accompany her on this new journey.

The two exchanged a smile. Ten years of tacit understanding had made them understand each other's feelings without needing to say anything. They turned back to the training grounds, looking at the energetic disciples, their hearts filled with joy and anticipation.

"Children," Ren Xiaoyao said loudly, "the road of martial arts is endless. Today, your master's wife and I will go on a long journey to seek new challenges. You must remember the purpose of the martial arts school, fight against the strong and help the weak, uphold justice, and become true heroes!"

When the disciples heard the news, they were first surprised, then in an uproar. They were reluctant to see their master and mistress leave, but they also understood that the path to becoming a strong person was destined to be full of thorns and challenges.

"Master, Master's Wife, you can go without worry. We will definitely practice hard and live up to your expectations!" The eldest brother stepped forward and spoke on behalf of all the disciples.

Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin nodded with satisfaction. They knew that these disciples had grown up and were capable of standing on their own.

After bidding farewell to their disciples, Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin returned to the mountaintop and gazed into the distance. The setting sun, a fiery glow, stretched their shadows far out.

"Xiaoyao, do you remember the first time we met?" Xia Lin leaned on Ren Xiaoyao's shoulder and asked softly.

"Of course I remember," Ren Xiaoyao smiled, "Back then, you were still a mischievous little girl, determined to challenge me, the best martial artist in the world."

"At that time, I didn't know I would fall in love with you," Charlene's voice choked, "and I didn't know we would go through so much together..."

"Lin'er," Ren Xiaoyao gently stroked Xia Lin's hair, "no matter what the future holds, I will always be by your side."

Night fell, and the sky was dotted with stars. Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin stood side by side on the mountaintop, as if they had become one with the world. Suddenly, Ren Xiaoyao's ears moved, as if he heard something.

"Lin'er," he turned his head, a gleam in his eyes, "I heard..."