Tomb Raiders: She Comes from the Ancient Martial Arts World

Medog.

Galongla Mountain.

The red-walled, snow-roofed Lama temples stand in a well-organized manner, surrounded by pine trees, facing the distant, layered snow-capped mountains and plains.

It's as if a wise man, weathered by time, sits here calmly, contemplating the truths bestowed upon him by heaven and earth.

Akram Lama, turning his prayer wheel, walked peacefully past the open-air stone lamps, extinguishing the oil lamps that had been burning all night.

When passing by Wuxie, Ak Lama put his hands together and bowed slightly to him.

Wu Xie returned a Buddhist salute, turned around, and looked at the endless snow-capped mountains in the distance outside the gate.

As temperatures rise, although the mountains are still snowbound, the snow at the foot of the mountains has begun to melt, revealing dark rock layers.

Wuxie, who once lived here for a period of time, knows that soon, or even overnight, these dark rock layers will be adorned with green meadows and shrubs.

When the warm wind blows into these mountains, the colorful flowers will spread like a carpet all over the hillsides.

Very beautiful.

He had no desire to anticipate this beauty.

Because in his heart, there is someone he has been waiting for for a long time, but who has yet to appear.

The lama had already told him that as long as it didn't snow heavily for the next few days, they could open the mountain.

The snow-capped mountains were blinding. Wu Xie squinted and looked again at the road leading out of the mountains, his feelings a mix of emotions.

With the mountains blocked by heavy snow, it would be unsafe to come here at this time.

To console himself, Wu Xie sighed, the white smoke blurring his vision.

Wu Xie turned around and went back to the inn.

When I entered the courtyard, I saw Su Nan sitting at the table outside, gazing intently at the snow-capped mountain behind the temple.

Wu Xie's heart stirred, but he walked over without changing his pace and sat down opposite her: "It's okay to be blind once, but if you're blind a few more times, you'll become truly blind."

Su Nan blinked, deep in thought: "How much longer will this snow last?"

Wu Xie knew what she meant, but didn't care. He only talked about the snow: "It won't be long."

He got up and left, went to the back of the mountain, and found a rock that had been dried in the sun to sit down.

With his hands tucked in his sleeves, he gazed in the direction from which the mountains would lead out.

There is only one way to get in or out.

After looking around for a long time, Wu Xie muttered to himself, "It must take a long time to get from here to Gutongjing."

I wonder if Ling Yue found what he was looking for in the ancient city of Tongjing.

Unsurprisingly, Wu Xie sat there for another afternoon, and when he went back, he found that Su Nan had indeed suffered from snow blindness again.

Wu Xie obtained a pot of goat milk from the lama in the temple and used it to apply to Su Nan's eyes.

This snow blindness in southern Jiangsu made Wu Xie realize that what he wanted to do was about to succeed.

She had grown attached to this kind of life and had developed a dependence on and trust in him.

But Wu Xie felt no joy in achieving his goal.

Back in his room, standing by the window, Wu Xie counted the cigarettes on the counter.

After counting, he picked one out as usual.

He held it in his mouth, took a puff from the lighter's flame, then placed it on the tray, staring blankly as the smoke swayed and dissipated in the slanting sunlight.

Suddenly, an annoyed "tsk" sound came from behind.

Wu Xie was stunned. For some reason, his mind suddenly felt muddled and he couldn't think straight.

There was no response for a long time.

The person behind him spoke again, their tone filled with undisguised disgust: "Why would you like this stuff? It smells pungent and is poisonous."

It's still the kind of poisoning that indiscriminately spreads, regardless of friend or foe.

Wu Xie seemed to have finally realized something, and slowly turned around and raised his eyes.

Sure enough, he saw Ling Yue sitting in the chair next to his bed.

She was still dressed so lightly, in a white T-shirt, a pink tracksuit jacket and trousers, white sneakers, and a fanny pack embroidered with begonia flowers.

Her long, smooth hair was still tied in a high ponytail, her eyebrows were cool, and her face was indifferent.

Looking up, Wu Xie had the illusion that time had turned back.

Wu Xie couldn't help but smile faintly, and soon, the smile deepened: "When did you arrive?"

Ling Yue had no intention of continuing the conversation. He glanced at the cigarette still emitting smoke in front of the window, got up, and climbed out of another window without hesitation.

Only one sentence remained in the air: "When you were sitting on the mountain, foolishly enjoying the cold wind."

Wu Xie realized what was happening.

Perhaps it was because of the color of her clothes that she didn't see them when she went into the mountains.

Or perhaps she went somewhere else.

After all, seeing that she was dressed in spring and autumn clothes and could move freely, it was clear that she still had a lot of skill in using internal energy.

This cannot be explained by common sense.

Remembering Ling Yue's dislike of cigarettes, Wu Xie poured tea and put out the cigarette.

Fearing that there might be a lingering smell in the room, they opened both the front and back windows, one large and one small, to let in some fresh air.

The air was incredibly cold during the snow melting, and within minutes, the heating in his room was completely cut off.

Hearing the commotion from the next room, Su Nan frowned in confusion. As if remembering something, she groped her way to the door and raised her voice to call out to Wu Xie, "What are you doing? Are you opening the window?"

Although she enjoys living here with Wuxie, she is even willing to suffer from snow blindness again for it.

But Su Nan did not forget his mission.

She absolutely cannot let Wu Xie escape her control.

Wu Xie was in a good mood and casually said, "Nothing, I just wanted to do a thorough cleaning!"

Su Nan was speechless: "In this freezing weather, are you out of your mind?"

Wu Xie smiled, still in high spirits.

He really did give his room a thorough cleaning, taking out the cotton quilts and furs to beat them, and asking his master to replace the bedding with new ones.

He was working so hard that Su Nan got bored watching him and simply ignored him, then groped her way back to her room to rest.

However, listening to the noises of him going in and out and patting things, Su Nan seemed to have thought of something, and a smile appeared on his lips.

After tidying up his room, Wuxie wandered around the front and back of the house.

He wanted to find Ling Yue so he could go back to his room and rest for a while.

Even with internal strength, one would be exhausted after traveling all the way into the mountains from outside.

Even if things don't go well, the sun is about to set, and it's time for dinner.

Finally, Wu Xie found Ling Yue in a courtyard. At that time, she was standing in front of a stone statue, arms crossed, looking up at the statue as if she was thinking about something.

Hearing his footsteps, Ling Yue called his name without turning around: "Wu Xie, is this your friend, Zhang Qilin?"

The stone statue reminded him of his brother, and a sense of wistful innocence arose in his heart. But when he discovered that she was so familiar with his footsteps, that wistfulness turned into ease and joy.

He strode over and stood beside her, looking up at the statue, the smile on his lips never fading.

Wu Xie used to feel down whenever he saw the stone statues.

For the suffering Xiao Ge once endured, for the responsibilities he had to bear as the last clan leader, and for the helpless fate of all of them.

Looking back now, his mindset has changed: "Yes, he should be out in a while, and then Fatty and I will go pick him up together."

Regardless of what happened in the past, it will all be over soon.

Their past was full of hardships, but their future will surely be joyful and peaceful.

Looking at the tearful stone statue, Wu Xie's heart was filled with anticipation for bringing his brother home for a family reunion.

Ling Yue turned to look at him: "It seems you've already planned out your future."

Wu Xie turned back to look at her, his eyes sparkling: "It's not really a plan. What need is there for a plan in a truly ordinary life? I was just thinking that once we pick up Xiao Ge, if he still remembers us, we'll find a place to live in seclusion. If he forgets us, that's okay too. Me, Fatty, and the rest of us will re-emerge and set sail again, taking him on the same paths we once walked."

He actually wanted to ask her what her future held. If she found her way home, would she come back?

If she can't find her way home, can she stay?

But Wu Xie was too timid to ask.

He was afraid she would say something that would completely shatter his hidden expectations.

If we don't ask or listen, will our expectations ever come true?

Just like he had waited so long, and finally she was there.

Ling Yue didn't have many thoughts, but suddenly remembered something and gave a cryptic smile: "Can you leave? Wu Xie, I heard your specialty is blowing up tombs."

Wu Xie was momentarily stunned, then belatedly realized, "Ah, there seems to be such a problem."

The Lu Palace, the Lu Palace was burned down.

Xisha, cough! Xisha has completely sunk.

The sacred tree of Qinling was destroyed by Zhulong and the giant serpent.

It's okay, the guy didn't go there.

Thankfully, the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds didn't explode!

The Queen Mother of the West Palace and the Zhang Family Ancient Building are both fine.

Wu Xie quickly recovered from her guilty conscience and said, "Who said that? That's blatant slander."

Ling Yue chuckled: "That's what your Chairman Zhang said."

Wu Xie tried to change the subject: "Why did he suddenly bring this up?"

Ling Yue pretended not to notice his intention, "Now that Gutongjing is gone, he says I'm just like you."

If that's the case, Wu Xie doesn't think it's unacceptable.

He also recalled the events at Gutongjing, "How did it disappear? The way in is gone?"

Ling Yue looked up at the sky. "That's it."

Wu Xie was stunned, trying to understand: "It's... all gone?"

The ancient city, the ancient Tongjing, the white desert, the nine-headed cypress, the black-haired snake mine—all gone? Impossible!

Ling Yue turned and left.

Wu Xie understood immediately.

Well, it seems that's true.

I don't know what they did, but they managed to destroy Gutongjing, which occupied almost the entire underground space of the White Desert.

However, now was clearly not the right time to ask. Wu Xie covered the stone statue with the dust cloth again, then jogged after it, saying, "It's time for dinner. What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you."

"It's not appropriate for you to be in public right now. The other rooms aren't lit by stoves, it's too cold. You'll share a room with me tonight. Don't worry, I've already prepared everything."