The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 4 Deathbed Entrustment

"Oh no, the wolves are coming! We need to hide!" Uncle Liu shouted.

The rain poured down, the wind howled, and a suffocating atmosphere permeated the mountains and forests.

Tao Ling'er and Han Yue'e hid in the bushes, watching in terror as a pack of hungry wolves surrounded them.

Their eyes gleamed green in the darkness, and they let out low growls, as if ready to pounce at any moment.

Just then, Uncle Liu stepped forward, stood in front of them, raised his long sword, and said firmly: You all quickly hide behind them, I will deal with these beasts.

Tao Ling'er held her mother's hand tightly, tears welling in her eyes: "Uncle Liu, please be careful!"

Uncle Liu turned around and smiled, reassuringly saying, "Don't worry, I will protect you."

When the wolves saw someone blocking their way, they became even more ferocious.

They pounced on Uncle Liu, trying to devour his body.

With his years of experience as a swordsman, Liu Bo skillfully dodged the wolf's attacks while striking the wolf with his longsword.

However, there were too many wolves, and Uncle Liu gradually became overwhelmed. He was bitten in many places, and his clothes were stained with blood.

Tao Ling'er and Han Yue'e trembled behind the tree, watching as Uncle Liu fought the wolf pack with all his might to protect them.

Tears blurred their vision, but they knew this was not the time to cry; they had to find a safe place as soon as possible.

Finally, Uncle Liu could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, his body riddled with wounds and blood gushing out.

Seeing this, the wolves rushed forward, seemingly preparing to pounce on Liu Bo and devour him.

Tao Ling'er and Han Yue'e rushed to Uncle Liu's side. Han Yue'e sobbed uncontrollably, "Uncle Liu, please hold on!"

Uncle Liu smiled and said in a weak voice, "You... don't worry about me, you all run. If you don't run, you'll be eaten by wolves..."

The wolves howled and slowly approached them.

Tao Ling'er was terrified, but she didn't know martial arts and was timid, so she hid behind her mother, trembling.

Han Yue'e closed her eyes, waiting to be eaten by the wolf.

Just when they were facing a life-or-death situation, a melodious piano tune pierced through the rain and reached their ears.

The music was like heavenly music, offering a moment of solace to their souls.

Tao Ling'er and Han Yue'e looked into the distance with tears streaming down their faces.

Han Yue'e knew that the music must have come from the Valley of Passion, and it was their lifeline.

The melodious piano music seemed to guide them in the right direction, giving them endless strength.

The guqin played a mournful tune, like the tears of a heartbroken person.

There, Qiu Ruoshui, the leader of the Valley of Passion, was playing the zither to control the rain with a piece called "Rain Stops in the Bamboo Forest," as if she could control the wind and rain and dissolve the surrounding dangers into nothingness.

Upon hearing the music, the wolves stopped and seemed hesitant.

But soon, their ferocity was aroused again, and they rushed towards the group.

Qiu Ruoshui frowned slightly, her fingers dancing rapidly across the strings, making the music even more passionate.

Suddenly, she flicked her finger, and several tiny needles shot out from the strings, hitting the lead wolves with perfect accuracy.

The wolves let out painful howls and collapsed to the ground.

Qiu Ruoshui's flying needles were as dense as raindrops, each one incredibly precise, making it impossible for the wolf pack to get close.

The wolf pack was finally driven back by the flying needles and scattered in all directions.

The valley returned to calm, with only a few wolf carcasses lying on the ground, proving that what had just happened was not an illusion.

When Qiu Ruoshui saw Han Yue'e, Tao Ling'er, and Liu Bo, who was covered in blood and exhausted, her eyes revealed kindness and concern.

"Who are you, and what brings you here?" Her voice was gentle yet firm.

Han Yue'e mustered her spirits and recounted their ordeal.

“I know you are Qiu Ruoshui from the Valley of Passion, and I also know you are Qiu Tianya’s disciple. I am Han Yue’e, the wife of Tao Asheng, another disciple of Qiu Tianya. Many years ago, after my husband was hired as a musician by the palace, I never saw my mentor again. According to seniority, I should call you senior sister.”

Han Yue'e took a breath and continued, "Our Tao family suffered such a great calamity. When my husband was on his deathbed, he told me to seek refuge in the Valley of Passion. He said that only you could play 'Rain Stops in the Bamboo Forest'."

Qiu Ruoshui looked at Han Yue'e and said softly, "It seems you are badly injured. If there's anything else you want to say, please tell me."

Han Yue'e said wearily, "I know I can't hold on for long. My husband told me that you are someone I can entrust to. For the sake of our old friendship, I will entrust Ling'er to you. No matter what her qualities are, please treat her well."

Finally, she took out a book that was soaked by the rain but still carefully wrapped, and a jade flute from her bosom, and handed them to Qiu Ruoshui.

This is the "Tao Family Metaphysics Secret Techniques" that the Tao family has guarded for generations, along with the jade flute that summons the secret techniques. They can only be passed down to the Tao family bloodline. I am of mediocre talent and have failed to learn them. Han Yue'e said regretfully, "Please keep them safe and give them to Ling'er in the future."

"I beg you to protect them, and also to protect Ling'er. If it is possible to pass them on to Ling'er in the future, you should destroy them rather than leave them to those with wicked intentions in the martial world, so as to avoid causing conflict in the martial world."

Han Yue'e solemnly handed it over to Qiu Ruoshui.

“I fell off a cliff, but was saved by a pine tree, which allowed me to stay alive. However, I was seriously injured and exposed to wind and rain. I know that I will not live much longer. I entrust Ling’er to you.”

Han Yue'e's eyes were filled with helplessness and calm.

Then, she closed her weary eyes, a peaceful smile on her lips, and passed away peacefully, leaving behind unfinished missions and endless longing.

Tao Ling'er knelt beside her mother, tears silently streaming down her face.

Meanwhile, Uncle Liu, who was standing to the side, was also filled with sorrow upon seeing Han Yue'e pass away.

Then Uncle Liu said to Qiu Ruoshui, "I am Uncle Liu from the Valley of Heartbreak. I was entrusted by our young master to help this mother and daughter escape. Now they are in a safe place, and I have no regrets. Please treat Ling'er well."

Qiu Ruoshui nodded, and Uncle Liu closed his eyes and passed away.

Qiu Ruoshui sighed, closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and gently looked down at the manual and jade flute. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, followed by deep emotion.

She scrutinized Tao Ling'er, then looked at Ling'er's palm, as if she had discerned something.

She shook her head and said, "Tao Ling'er, little girl, I will keep this manual safe. As for you, you can stay in the Valley of Passion, but if you want to make a name for yourself, that depends on your future fortune."

Having survived a life-or-death escape, Tao Ling'er is now filled with fear and sorrow.

And the Valley of Passion, the place that sheltered Tao Ling'er, will become the most important stop on his path to growth.

The Valley of Passion, this legendary valley of music, was once a place my father had dreamed of visiting. He said that after he retired from being a musician in a few years, he would spend his remaining years there. But that wish could never be fulfilled.

Whether the future holds storms or sunshine, whether she can stay in the Valley of Passion is something Tao Ling'er no longer has time to think about.

In that short moment, she lost her mother, and Uncle Liu also died protecting her. Overwhelmed with grief, she fainted from crying.

With the candlelight flickering, Qiu Ruoshui, accompanied by Tao Ling'er, arrived at the Valley of Passion and paid their respects to Qiu Tianya, the legendary wise man.

The old man's face bore the marks of time, yet his eyes shone with a wisdom that seemed to understand the ways of the world.

Qiu Tianya looked at Tao Ling'er, who was exhausted from several days of fleeing and extremely sad, and was drowsy. After listening carefully to Feng Ruoshui's account, a hint of regret was revealed between his brows.

“Ling’er’s father is so intelligent that he should not be confined to the capital. Well, since we are here, we might as well make the best of it.”

Qiu Tianya took the book containing countless secrets from the Xuanmen School, pondered for a moment, and then gently turned the pages, as if he were conversing with ancient knowledge.

After reading it, without hesitation, he picked up his pen and turned the essence of the book into a catchy mnemonic. Then, with a wave of his hand, the secret technique turned to ashes in the candlelight.

He burned not only the secret techniques, but also the greed of various gangs, which also provided Tao Ling'er with more safety and protection for her future growth.