Sincere Heart in Jianghu

The sky slowly brightened. Yang Ming had been kneeling like this without moving for two days and two nights.

The weather had changed a bit today, and it was no longer as sunny as it had been a few days ago. A few dark clouds were slowly drifting over from the horizon.

He looked around and realized that it was going to rain soon. He slightly moved his knees and felt that his legs were numb. He could not even muster up a bit of strength.

If he saw her, he could return to report his life. He really hoped to see He Chongzhi, with his identity, since he promised to see him, he would tell her everything he knew.

His heart also slowly calmed down, and the black cloud also floated over bit by bit.

The sky slowly darkened. It seemed that a heavy rain was inevitable.

The white-clothed woman looked at him from afar, her eyes a bit perplexed. This man was kneeling like this just to see her mother-in-law. She really didn't know what he was thinking.

In truth, she did not know that this man was an extremely famous hero. When he mentioned his name in the martial arts world, all she could do was praise him.

The heavy rain quickly started to fall, mixed with the strong wind. The branches also began to rustle, and the leaves on the ground were all lifted up, Yang Ming's face was already covered with the dust of the broken leaves.

He shook it lightly, shaking off the things on his body. The rain poured down like a torrential downpour, completely drenching his entire body.

Rain flowed down from his face from time to time, and his hair stuck tightly to his face. His entire face was a little distorted because of the strong wind blowing on it.

The dignified Yang Ming six heroes of Qingcheng City had actually wronged him just to meet a woman. If the people of this world knew about this, what would they think about it?

The rain did not subside, instead, it started to show signs of increasing in intensity.

Yang Ming had been kneeling on the ground the entire time, his body still not moving an inch.

The ground was already filled with water, and his knees had already sunk, burying half of his thighs in the ground.

In the distance, there was a person wearing a white veil looking at him, and beside him stood a woman in white. "Mother, let him in. This rain is really heavy, could it have infected him?"

"Xing’er, it's not like mother is cruel. Mother has not seen anyone for many years, so naturally, I cannot break this rule. If there is fate, mother will meet this person tomorrow, and tomorrow will be the seventh day. Mother is going to perform a ceremony.

So it turned out that the woman in white was called Xing’er. She gently took her mother's hand and said, "Mother, last night, Uncle Wu seemed to have come by. He seemed to know this young master and even talked to him for a while."

The woman smiled lightly, "I think he also called this young man here. I don't know how many years have passed, but he still acts like that and doesn't know how to weigh the consequences. Ai!"

The woman was wearing a veil and her appearance couldn't be seen clearly, but her voice was similar to Xing’er's, sounding like she was at most twenty years old.

"Xing’er, let's go back to our room to rest. If he has perseverance, he will naturally be able to persevere!"

Xing’er supported her and slowly entered the house. She closed the doors and windows, and no longer made a sound inside.

The rain continued to fall and did not weaken at all. Yang Ming had been drenched in the rain the entire time and his body was already soaked. He only shook his head from time to time to shake off the rain.

The rain made it difficult for him to open his eyes. He closed them tightly and occasionally used his hands to wipe them. The rain that remained in his eyes would make his eyes hurt.

He could not help but cough lightly. It seemed that the rain was too heavy, even a hero like Yang Ming could not take it.

He drew in a breath of true qi and closed his eyes. He began to operate his martial arts to fight back. Soon, his body began to emit some white Qi. He probably used his true qi to dry the rain on his body.

Feeling his body becoming more comfortable, Yang Ming gently raised his head. The weather still did not show any signs of getting better, and with him fighting each other with cultivation, his body's exhaustion was too great, and he had not eaten for two days, so he needed to conserve some energy.

He slightly adjusted his inner breathing and allowed the rain to fall. Only when he felt that his body was about to be unable to take it anymore did he slowly channel his inner strength to fight back.

The rain finally slowed down, and the sky slowly became brighter. Surprisingly, a beautiful rainbow suddenly appeared in the horizon. It was truly beautiful from afar.

Xing’er and the rest immediately ran out from the house, and started fighting and laughing towards the rainbow, running nonstop.

Yang Ming looked at them and his heart couldn't help but loosen up. The heavy rain had instead cleared his mind a lot, and after two days of not eating, drinking, or sleeping, he was almost unable to take it anymore. After being drenched by the rain, he became more energetic.

Xing’er walked to his side, "I heard from Liangru that your name is Yang Ming, and you seem to be from a city sect, right?"

Yang Ming nodded at her, "You are a real man, even such a heavy rain did not scare me. I believe mother will definitely meet you, you just have to hold on a little longer!"

Seeing that her eyes were filled with encouragement, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile at her.

"I am Xing’er, young master Yang, you can call me that in the future!" With that, she turned and left, her back was actually very beautiful, her figure was also extremely beautiful, but in Yang Ming's eyes, she was no longer attractive.

Every day, he would think of his two wives and think about them the most. He would think about revenge and the truth of fifty years ago.

had been in the rain the entire day. Although he occasionally felt sleepy, he immediately sobered up after the rain poured down.

His stomach was already filled with hunger. If he could eat something, it would be even better than becoming a deity. He couldn't help but salivate as he hurriedly swallowed it. Listening to his stomach growling, he also felt it was funny.

Night had begun to fall, and the girls were tired of playing outside, so they all returned to their rooms one by one.

Yang Ming was the only one left outside. He raised his head to the sky and let out a long sigh, thinking that he might be able to see his mother-in-law again tomorrow.

The wind outside was still blowing, and Yang Ming's thoughts started to flutter as he thought of many things.