All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Black Rose traveled faster and faster.

The night wind stung my face.

Mu Wanqing had to bend down slightly to use Zhang Cheng's back to block the wind.

"Let me know if you get sleepy."

Zhang Cheng suddenly spoke up, "I have rope in my bundle, I can tie you to my back."

Otherwise, at the current horse speed, if you fall off, you'll definitely be seriously injured.

Mu Wanqing: "..."

"Are you sleepy already?"

Zhang Cheng turned to look at her. "How about I tie you up right now? Or... shall I talk to you?"

"...Why do you carry a rope with you?" Mu Wanqing finally asked the question she had been holding back for so long.

"I have a feeling that you've thought of some subtle use for it again."

Don't worry, it'll definitely be different from what you're thinking. I'm using this rope for hiking.

"Hiking?" Mu Wanqing frowned. "You're going to climb Wuliang Mountain?"

"yes."

"Are you crazy?"

Mu Wanqing raised her voice, "Wuliang Mountain is over a thousand feet high, with steep cliffs. What use are a few broken ropes to you?"

Oh, I forgot you do have a brain disorder.

Zhang Cheng wasn't angry: "I wasn't prepared and only went down with a rope."

I still have a pickaxe and grappling hook in my bag, and with my skills, getting down the cliff won't be a problem.

After walking for a while, the night wind grew stronger.

Zhang Cheng was bored out of his mind and couldn't resist striking up a conversation with Mu Wanqing.

"By the way, aren't you curious why I went to climb Wuliang Mountain?"

Mu Wanqing was too lazy to pay attention to him.

At this moment, she was completely focused on maintaining her figure.

Unlike Zhang Cheng, she wasn't very agile; she relied solely on her legs to firmly grip the back of the galloping horse.

It's fine for a short time, but after a while, my inner thighs started to feel sore and numb, and I no longer had the energy to chat with him.

But Zhang Cheng remained seated as steady as a mountain, even having the energy to look around.

"I'm talking to you!" When she didn't respond, Zhang Cheng turned around, lay back on the horse's neck, and looked back at her.

"You're not still holding a grudge against me, are you? Didn't we agree to move on?"

Mu Wanqing was startled by his posture: "Aren't you watching where you're going?"

At their current horse speed, if a ditch or a tree branch suddenly appears in front of them, they would definitely fall flat on their faces.

"Don't you understand? This is called man and horse as one."

Zhang Cheng shook his head smugly, "Now, as soon as I have a thought, Black Rose knows where to go."

By the way, the name Black Rose sounds too girly, how about changing it to Little Black?

"It's a mare," Mu Wanqing said coldly.

"Can't a mare be called Little Black?"

Zhang Cheng said matter-of-factly, "Besides, now that you've given it to me as collateral, my horse can be named whatever it wants. Right, Little Black?"

He patted the horse's neck as he spoke.

Black Rose actually let out a low hiss, as if in response.

Seeing her beloved horse so unruly, succumbing to Zhang Cheng's "tyranny" and fawning over him, Mu Wanqing felt inexplicably irritated.

But Zhang Cheng didn't know when to stop. Seeing that she still ignored him, he reached out and tugged at her clothes.

Mu Wanqing slapped his hand away, finally unable to hold back any longer and said:

"How can you let it go so easily after the humiliation you caused me before?"

Even if I misunderstood first, I am a woman and you are a man; it's not so easy for me to forgive you.

She paused, then lowered her voice: "Unless... you really keep your promise and help me reunite with my family."

"After all that, it's still the same thing."

Zhang Cheng rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, although you're not qualified to tell me what to do based on your abilities, I'm just a kind-hearted person."

I will definitely keep my promise to you.

He changed the subject, his tone becoming more serious: "But let me be frank, your family's situation... is a bit complicated."

Your reunion might not be a good thing.

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing fell silent again.

Zhang Cheng immediately realized his mistake and quickly tried to make amends:

"But don't worry, I'll see this through to the end."

If you feel wronged when you get there, I'll beat your dad up for you to vent your anger—I'll beat him so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him!

"That's not how you comfort someone."

Mu Wanqing's voice lowered, tinged with a hint of bewilderment, "I used to think I was an extremely lucky person."

"Although I was abandoned by my parents, I met a master who treated me with the utmost kindness, raised me to adulthood, taught me martial arts, and protected me."

Her voice gradually became hoarse: "But if what you said is true, then my biological father was a womanizer who abandoned his wife and children."

My mother also possessed a heart of stone capable of ruthlessly disowning her own child…

"Perhaps..." she murmured, "that my coming into this world was a mistake."

Otherwise, my master... and my mother would have had a more comfortable life all these years.

As Mu Wanqing spoke, she seemed to have suicidal thoughts.

Zhang Cheng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He, an unlucky guy who was inexplicably struck by lightning and sent to the old society to "enjoy great fortune," never thought of committing suicide. Why is this girl starting to get so hung up on this?

More importantly, if she were to die like this, Zhang Cheng would bear some joint responsibility.

It goes without saying that my progress will be deducted, and I might even end up owing the system something.

"Snap out of it." Zhang Cheng suddenly sat up straight on the horse, reached out and grabbed Mu Wanqing's shoulder, shaking her hard.

The two were initially some distance apart, but as soon as he stood up, they were immediately very close.

Mu Wanqing's long-standing habit made her instinctively want to take action, but this time her wrist was firmly gripped by Zhang Cheng, and she couldn't break free.

Listen.

Zhang Cheng stared into her eyes, his tone unusually serious:

"Don't think such nonsense, you young girl. It's not that your parents have no feelings for you."

As for the complicated situation I mentioned, you'll understand once you get back and stay there for a while.

As he spoke, his tone returned to its usual nonchalant manner:

"If you really can't stand it, you can come and hang out with Uncle Zhang."

Grandpa Zhang, a novice swordsman, is in dire need of a beautiful female companion.

"I can pay you two taels of silver a month, with room and board included, how about it?"

Mu Wanqing turned her face away: "Let go first."

Zhang Cheng did as he was told and let go.

Mu Wanqing straightened her clothes, remained silent for a moment, and then whispered:

"With your martial arts skills, you shouldn't be an unknown figure in the martial arts world. But the way you're talking makes it sound like you're new to this."

She knew the other person meant well and softened their tone considerably.

"Besides, you've never seen my face, how do you know if I'm beautiful or ugly?"

Zhang Cheng looked up at the night sky, his tone unusually wistful:

"Before, I was just drifting along aimlessly. Until about three months ago, something unexpected happened that made me suddenly see myself clearly."

He turned to look at Mu Wanqing, his face once again displaying that cynical smile:

"At that time, I made up my mind to become a great hero, the best hero in the world."

So I faked my death, abandoned my past identity, and prepared to start over to achieve this goal.

As for your appearance... I may not be married, but I am a vigorous and masculine man.

"If I didn't guess you were a beauty, would I guess you were an ugly duckling?"

Zhang Cheng deliberately leaned closer and lowered his voice: "How about it? I wonder if I'll have the honor of catching a glimpse of your beautiful face?"

Most of what Zhang Cheng said was true; at most, he concealed some details, which is why he spoke with such deep emotion.

Mu Wanqing listened to the beginning of the passage, and her heart stirred slightly.

Wasn't she also living in a daze, kept in the dark all along? It wasn't until she met Zhang Cheng today that she learned the truth about her background.

Thinking about it this way, the two are actually quite similar.

But as he listened, he realized that Zhang Cheng was getting off-topic again.

She assumed Zhang Cheng was unaware of her solemn oath, so she dismissed it as mere empty talk and didn't bother to take it seriously.

"You're still the same carefree, dissolute person you always were."

Mu Wanqing snorted lightly, "He doesn't look like a great hero, but more like a womanizer. He's probably not much better than my biological father."

"That's incomparable." Zhang Cheng waved his hands repeatedly, his tone sincere. "If I had half of your father's skills, I wouldn't still be a bachelor."

Mu Wanqing frowned upon hearing this: "Does he... have many women?"

Zhang Cheng thought about Duan Zhengchun's glorious achievements and nodded sincerely: "So many, so many that even he can't remember them all."

Under the moonlight, Mu Wanqing's brows furrowed even more.

She remained silent for a long time, then suddenly raised her head, her eyes fixed on Zhang Cheng:

"Uncle Zhang, you just said you'd be willing to beat up my biological father for me, does that still stand?"

Zhang Cheng was taken aback at first, then grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth:

"Hehe, as long as you say the word."