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"It was me, I saved him."

Bao Xiruo lowered her head.

Yang Tiexin sighed.

Ji Boying continued.

"I later discovered that Wanyan Honglie was rescued by his wife and then harbored improper thoughts. He joined forces with Duan Tiande, Song Dynasty soldier, to storm Niujia Village and kill Guo Jing's father, Guo Xiaotian. Meanwhile, he pretended to be a good person and rescued Madam Bao. Duan Tiande was later pursued by Daoist Priest Qiu and disguised Guo Jing's mother as a man, hiding her in a temple."

"Daoist Priest Qiu, with his fiery temper, ran to this temple and clashed with Master Jiaomu, which led to a great battle between the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan and Daoist Priest Qiu at the Zuixian Restaurant. They fought another battle at the Fahua Temple, resulting in both sides being severely injured. Duan Tiande took the opportunity to escape and only then realized that there was indeed a misunderstanding. Master Jiaomu, ashamed, committed suicide on the spot."

"Guo Jing, is there anything wrong with what I've said?"

Guo Jing was now completely convinced by Ji Boying's words.

He nodded repeatedly, giving a simple and honest "uh-huh".

"Brother Ji... what you say is true. Although I don't know the whole story, the things my mother told me about the past are no different from what Brother Ji said."

Upon hearing this, Yang Tiexin exclaimed in surprise.

He looked ashamed, embarrassed, and angry, and punched the hard ground.

"It's... it's actually me who killed my elder brother!"

Bao Xiruo was his wife, and since the root of the problem lay there, he naturally took the blame upon himself.

Bao Xiruo was already on the verge of collapse when she learned that Wanyan Honglie was the one who did it.

"I... I..."

Seeing Bao Xiruo Bao Xiruo, Guo Jing felt compassion for her.

This matter is really not Bao Xiruo; she was just a kind but ignorant woman.

"Uncle Yang, this matter has nothing to do with you, neither of our families have anything to do with you. We are good people, they are evil people. How can we blame the good people just because the evil people had evil intentions? I originally came here to kill Wanyan Honglie, but I didn't expect that he was my father's killer. It's just a good opportunity to do both things at the same time!"

Guo Jing was clumsy with words and didn't know how to speak well, but he could distinguish right from wrong, and when he spoke, he was wise in a seemingly foolish way, and his wisdom was profound and simple.

"Brother Jing, I'll help you."

Huang Rong playfully slipped her delicate white hand into Guo Jing's rough, large hand.

For some reason, Guo Jing suddenly felt his face flush, feeling extremely embarrassed, but he couldn't bear to let go.

Ji Boying continued, "I later learned that the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan had gone to the desert, and I also discovered that Daoist Priest Qiu often frequented the palace of the Great Jin Dynasty. In the vast desert, I didn't know how to find him, so I discovered that he was at the Prince Zhao's Estate."

"Such a magnificent royal palace, yet it has such a dilapidated wooden house built on it, exactly the same as the layout of Niujia Village. A spearhead hangs on the wall, and half a broken plow is placed there. The Little Prince of the palace is just the right age."

"I paid close attention and suddenly realized the truth of the matter."

"Today I happened to see a martial arts contest to find a husband on the street. There were broken spearheads and short halberds on the ground. Brother Yang was also using the alias Mu Yi, which is clearly the same as the character Yang. So I took advantage of the princess going out to make this happen."

After the cause and effect were explained, everyone was convinced.

When it comes to Wang Chongyang, Wang Chuyi is there to testify; when it comes to the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan and Duan Tiande, Guo Jing is there to testify; and when it comes to the events in Niujia Village, Yang Tiexin is there to testify.

The cause and effect were fabricated in this way, combined with everyone's own knowledge, making the fabrication seem reasonable.

Perhaps under normal circumstances, Huang Rong would have been skeptical and might have wanted to test the waters.

With her intelligence and wit, if she really came up with a way to test him, even the simplest thing like having Ji Boying familiarize himself with the way might give her away.

But at this moment, the young girl was already completely captivated by Guo Jing, the handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He was completely focused on Guo Jing, hoping to win Guo Jing heart immediately.

With Guo Jing personally testifying for Ji Boying, Huang Rong naturally had no doubts.

"Let's stop chatting here and head south. Wanyan Honglie has gone mad and sent a large army to besiege us."

Ji Boying tried to persuade him.

Guo Jing had almost completely obeyed him.

Regardless of whether Guo Jing doubted Ji Boying's true origins, his efforts in fighting against the Jin and uncovering the truth were enough to earn Guo Jing's respect.

Learning that there was another enemy who killed his father was a debt of gratitude that Guo Jing could repay with his own life.

Furthermore, after hearing Yang Tiexin recount the sworn brotherhood Guo and Yang families, Guo Jing naturally felt an added sense of responsibility.

It was Ji Boying who intervened and reunited Yang Tiexin's family, which was a debt of gratitude to Guo Jing, saving several lives in the process.

"Brother Huang..."

Guo Jing held Huang Rong's hand.

Huang Rong, however, was somewhat displeased and flung her away.

"I am not your brother Huang Xian..."

Guo Jing was getting anxious, looking dazed and at a loss, but suddenly, as if possessed, he reached out his large hand and took Huang Rong's small hand in his palm.

"Rong... Rong'er..."

This was the name they used when they introduced themselves in the woods, but Guo Jing, being rather dull, hadn't quite gotten used to it yet.

"Rong'er, where's your Little Red Horse? Call it over so Aunt Yang can ride it."

Of the group, only Bao Xiruo did not know martial arts.

"That's your Little Red Horse, not mine. Would I really want it? I was just testing your heart."

Huang Rong held Guo Jing's large hand and said in a sweet voice.

Such tender affection between young lovers did indeed dilute some of the hatred and sorrow.

The group headed south together.

Yang Kang followed silently, somewhat at a loss, but still ignored Yang Tiexin, neither speaking to him nor making eye contact with him.

Yang Tiexin opened his mouth several times as if to speak, but then stopped himself.

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, and a biting wind blew.

Mu Nianci had already taken a tattered coat that Yang Tiexin had changed out of and wrapped it around Bao Xiruo.

Bao Xiruo sat on her horse, filled with happiness.

However, Yang Tiexin was quite destitute during his travels, and he only had two sets of clothes for winter, both of which were full of patches.

Bao Xiruo stroked Yang Tiexin's tattered coat, looking at the fine stitches mixed with some rough ones, and chatted happily with Mu Nianci.

Yang Tiexin watched as his son walked away with his head down, looking lost and dejected.

Naturally, I felt heartbroken.

He quickly took off the tattered coat he was wearing.

He reached out to drape the robe over Yang Kang, who was only wearing his undergarments.

But then he suddenly froze in mid-air. Yang Kang's green satin undergarment, though dusty from the fight, still looked exquisite.

The tattered coat that Yang Tiexin wore was covered in oil and dust on the outside, and because he had sweated a little, the edges were damp, and the inside was radiating heat, so it didn't look very clean.

Yang Kang kept his head down, seemingly unaware of the commotion.

But then he took two more steps to the left.