After resting for half an hour, the "grandfather and granddaughter" set out again. The old man rode the big dog while singing a folk song:
"Guard the heart, return to the will~~~ A sword that isn't a sword~~~~ The Eight Desolations Nine Charts sink into the loyal heart~~~ Sword qi follows the will, utterly free~~~"
The old man's mountain songs were something the girl heard every day. There were three in total, and each one could be sung for the time it took an incense stick to burn. He sang all three of them three times a day...
As time went on, even though Murong Qin had never deliberately tried to memorize them, she felt as though she could sing them herself.
In fact, gradually, even when the old man did not sing, those maddening mountain songs would still echo through the girl's mind.
It was just like hearing "Little Apple" on the street. Even after you stopped hearing it, the melody would remain in your head, and before you knew it, you would be humming along.
That day, the old man said they were less than five days' journey from the Vast and Righteous World. The girl was especially happy and began singing along with him.
The clear, bell-like voice of the "granddaughter" and the deep, weathered voice of the "grandfather" harmonized together. Their song drifted melodiously through the valley.
At that moment, if one said the old man and the girl did not look like grandfather and granddaughter...
Then beneath the heavens, there was likely no pair of grandfather and granddaughter who looked more like grandfather and granddaughter than these two.
"Ah, Qin Er, wait a moment."
The old man riding the big dog patted the hound's head. The husky let out an "Awoooo~~~" and slowly came to