Yang Ruoqing was dumbfounded. She felt that the love story between the sect leader in white and the witch Biyun was so similar to Yang Guo's Little Dragon Girl.

Sixteen years after Xiao Longnu fell into the cold pool, Yang Guo was heartbroken and wanted to die. Finally, Huang Rong temporarily calmed him down with a beautiful lie.

Sixteen years later, Yang Guo came to Hantan again. When he learned the truth, he jumped into the cold pool in despair. Unexpectedly, he ended up in a valley by accident, where he finally met Xiao Longnu. From then on, the Condor Heroes

Live in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain with the woman you love until you grow old.

The master of the white-clothed sect is obviously not as lucky as Yang Guo. Sixteen years later, he still hasn't met Biyun. However, the degree of infatuation of the master of the white-clothed sect is not inferior to that of Yang Guo at all.

He set up a tomb for his beloved woman and stayed with her day and night. Just ask how many men in the world, not to mention taking a new love before his wife's body was cold, even if his wife was still alive, he would be fooling around and flirting with women.

"Mom, I think this white-clothed sect master is a good person. I have decided, then I will go to this white-clothed sect master and ask him for help!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Tuoba Xian said: "This sect leader in white lives in Peach Blossom Valley. He doesn't want outsiders to disturb his and Biyun's peace. It is said that he has laid many traps and traps all over Peach Blossom Valley."

"Only those who have received his invitation and permission can enter. Otherwise, trespassers will never come back. Qing'er, you have to think clearly!"

Seeing Tuoba Xian's solemn look, Yang Ruoqing smiled bitterly.

"Mom, let me ask you, are there any other master-level figures in this world who can compete with Zhuge Qingyun?" she asked.

Tuoba Xian said: "In this huge world, I can probably count such master-level figures with one hand."

"Those who have a name, a surname, and a fixed place of residence, I know the white-clothed sect leader of Peach Blossom Valley. Many of the other grandmaster-level figures come and go without a trace, and some even got started just by hearing a name!" She said

road.

Yang Ruoqing said: "That's right. Compared to those experts who can't even trace their traces, the white-clothed sect master of Peach Blossom Valley has more complete information."

"If I want to rescue Tang Yazi from Zhuge Qingyun, I have no other choice but to go to Peach Blossom Valley and beg the Master of the White Clothes Sect!"

"So, no matter how dangerous it is, I will go to the meeting. If I don't go, there will be no hope at all. If I go, there may be a glimmer of hope!" she said.

Tuoba Xian let out a long sigh and said, "It seems that we have no choice but to do this!"

"Qing'er, when do you plan to leave?" Tuoba Xian asked again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "The sun is going to set today. I plan to leave at dawn tomorrow. I don't know when I will be back after this trip."

"I want to wait for the baby to come back from school at night, say a nice word to her, and then go to my parents to say goodbye."

To be honest, this trip was the most outrageous for Yang Ruoqing.

Different from the past, her purpose was to save Tang Yazi, but she was not sure whether she could come back alive.

But she has no way out, she must save her!

Even death!

Tuoba Xian naturally understood the meaning of Yang Ruoqing's words. Tears welled up in her eyes. She suddenly got out of bed and pretended to kneel down to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing was startled and quickly leaned over to pull Tuoba Xian up.

"Mom, what are you doing? You are my mother-in-law, Tang Yazi's mother. If you kneel to me, I will be struck by lightning. Get up, get up!"

Yang Ruoqing quickly pulled Tuoba Xian up, but Tuoba Xian insisted on kneeling down and kowtowing to Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, there is a saying: Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest. When disaster strikes, they fly separately."

"Now, in order to save Feng Tang and save my son, you have braved dangers and even life and death. As a mother-in-law, I can't help you at all. I can only kowtow to you to express my gratitude!" Tuoba!

Xiandao.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes turned red, "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? Tang Yazi is your son, my man, and the father of my children."

"It is only natural that I save him. What's more, if the roles were reversed today and I was in danger, I believe he would definitely make the same decision as me!"

"So, Mom, you really don't have to do this to me. We are a family that shares blessings and hardships together!"

In order to divert Tuoba Xian's mind, Yang Ruoqing deliberately used other words to divert her attention.

"By the way, mother, how do you know so many things in the world?" Yang Ruoqing helped Tuoba Xian lie down on the bed again and asked curiously.

"And how do you know so much about the white-clothed sect leader drinking Biyun? You are not a member of the world," she said.

When asked about this, Tuoba Xian's face showed a bit of sadness and loneliness.

"An old friend of mine told me this," she said.

Old friend?

Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of Luo Fengtang's biological father, the man who had made her mother-in-law wait all her life.

Seemingly sensing Yang Ruoqing's guess, Tuoba Xian smiled lightly and said, "Yes, he is Feng Tang's biological father."

"Oh..." Yang Ruoqing nodded.

She didn't dare to ask any more questions about this, as it was a lifelong regret for her mother-in-law.

Even when Tang Yazi was at home, chatting with her mother-in-law, she didn't dare to ask about it.

Xiaoyu cooked porridge and brought it to this room.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mom, please eat some porridge, don't get angry anymore, leave other things to me."

"When I bring Tangyazi back intact, you must be well."

…

When Yang Ruoqing went to say goodbye to Yang Huazhong and Sun, Sun, Xiaohua and the others were surrounding Feng'er as usual, feeding him supper.

Yang Huazhong was not at home, so Old Yang Tou came to the old house to discuss Yang Yongxian's marriage.

"Shen Po Li arranged a good day in early April to propose marriage, so your father was called by your father to go to the old house to discuss the matter," Mrs. Sun said.

"Qing'er, what's the matter with you coming here this night?" asked Sun again.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said with a normal expression: "Nothing to do, I just came here to say goodbye to my parents. I'm going on a long trip tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Sun immediately handed her sister-in-law to Xiaohua, stood up and asked.

Yang Ruoqing didn't dare to tell her the truth, so she just said, "I'm going to find Tang Yazi."

When she heard that she was looking for her son-in-law, Ms. Sun breathed a sigh of relief. She thought that Yang Ruoqing was coming to say goodbye as usual, so she didn't ask any more questions. She just warned: "Okay, be careful on the way, and I'll send it home when you get there."

A letter.”

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Mom, don't worry. From now on, when I'm not with my parents, my parents should take good care of themselves and eat well. Don't waste money. Our family is not short of money."
Chapter completed!