The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

"Miss, isn't it inappropriate for you to run like this? What if the master gets angry and doesn't like the young master in the future?"

"Don't worry, I'm just going to see my master. I left a letter for my father, so you can give it to him. I promise I'll bring him a big, fat grandson when I get back."

Xiao Cui turned pale with fright and trembled, saying, "Miss, Master will beat me to death."

Cheng Yaojia smiled and said, "Don't worry, your son-in-law will take good care of you then."

Xiao Cui blushed and shyly dared not reply.

At the moment when the east begins to lighten, the night seems to be at its deepest.

A stunningly beautiful woman rode a spirited horse, her back to the rising sun, as if she were winding her way from the depths of the morning light.

……

On the official road, a group of about a hundred martial arts practitioners were traveling towards Zhongnan Mountain.

Leading the group was a dignified and elegant young nobleman holding a silver fan. However, his face was somewhat pale, and he seemed rather listless.

Beside him, on horseback, was a red-robed lama with a towering, imposing figure, a ruddy complexion, large eyes, and a giant pestle in his hand.

It was none other than Hodu and Darba.

Darba rode the most spirited horse, but he soon fell to the back of the group.

Seeing that the spirited horse was too tired, he had no choice but to dismount, feed it some horse feed, pat its rump, and let it go.

He then ran quickly to catch up with Huo Du, who was leading the way.

Huo Du looked at the simple-minded monk and said, "Senior brother, you've run all this way, what's the point of fighting? Wouldn't you be exhausted by now?"

"Why don't we go back?"

Darba replied, "No, His Highness has ordered that you go to Quanzhen Sect again to investigate its true strength. He was already dissatisfied with your last trip to Quanzhen Sect. This time, we should take the opportunity to investigate its true strength again."

Darba didn't know what had happened last time. How could the master and disciple have returned on the verge of death? If his master hadn't gone to the holy land to ask for medicine, his junior brother would have been gone.

Unexpectedly, after this task fell to him, he resisted it and refused to come to the Central Plains.

Huo kept thinking about going back the whole way, which was different from before.

"Senior brother, do you think it's true that Yang Guo is in the Quanzhen Sect, as rumored in the Central Plains martial arts world?"

Darba Mumu said, "I don't know either, but I suppose Young Hero Yang is someone who likes to join in the fun."

Huo Du's eyes flickered. He had been seriously injured and unconscious that day, and when he woke up, he was already in Mongolia. He had only heard about it later from Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi. The most beautiful woman in the Central Plains was in Zhongnan Mountain, but her sect was declining and there was no one to inherit her superior martial arts. She wanted to find someone to marry into her family.

He was very interested and wanted to go again with the two of them.

But not long after, when he was able to get out of bed, those two had disappeared, and he didn't know what they had done.

Huo Du, on the other hand, was recuperating from his injuries while thinking about how to get to the Holy Land.

After all, for a prince on the fringes of society like him, without the support of Tantric Buddhism and holy sites, everything would be in vain.

Before his injuries had even healed much, he heard the order to transfer him to the Quanzhen Sect, and he was overjoyed.

But then came news about Peach Blossom Island and Yang Guo, saying that Yang Guo had also joined the Quanzhen Sect.

He instantly lost the desire to go.

"Junior brother, with so many martial arts practitioners recruited, you should be able to succeed."

Seeing the nearly one hundred martial arts experts behind him, Huo, whose face was pale, felt somewhat better.

……

"Master, Master, something terrible has happened! Yang Guo is on our mountain!"

"What's the panic!"

Zhao Zhijing was furious when he saw his good-for-nothing apprentice.

"Master, it's not my fault. How was I supposed to know that Qingming's internal strength had increased by a level? I was careless and lost in the competition. The key point is that he didn't even give me any face."

Lu Qingdu repeated, "Master, I heard that Yang Guo is really in the Quanzhen Sect. This is not a rumor."

Zhao Zhijing glanced at him with a look of disbelief.

Lu Qingdu quickly explained, "Master, Qingming's internal energy was strange, so I had someone give him a good beating. After he revealed it, he found out that a young Taoist priest had followed the ghost-catching team into the mountains and hadn't come out since."

"Perhaps he's dead?" Zhao Zhijing said calmly.

"Master, that person is Yang Guo. He was seriously injured and poisoned, which matches the rumors in the martial arts world. Qingming betrayed his own side to save him. He must have obtained the Nine Yang Divine Skill to have such a rapid increase in internal strength."

Zhao Zhijing's expression changed, his eyes gleaming as he asked, "Where is Qingming?"

As Lu Qingdu quickly led the way, he flattered and complimented, "Congratulations, Master, on now taking charge of the Quanzhen Sect. When you obtain the supreme Nine Yang Manual, you will surely restore the glory of the Quanzhen Sect."

"Don't talk nonsense. What do you mean by 'in charge'? Aren't you in charge of your Uncle Zhen too?"

"Hehe, Master, Uncle Zhen is always cultivating during the day, and he's never in his room at night. I've been there several times, and he's never there. I don't know what he's up to."

Zhao Zhijing smiled sarcastically and confirmed, "Really?"

Lu Qingdu nodded.

……

Little Dragon Girl opened her eyes.

I instinctively want to jump to the ground.

I then realized that I wasn't sleeping on the rope, but on the bed.

She frowned slightly; she was very uncomfortable with it.

The next second I felt even more uncomfortable.

Feeling the discomfort of the neck pillow, I reached out to touch it and realized that I was actually resting my head on a human arm.

She turned her head stiffly, and memories of yesterday flooded back.

Her face, already rosy from the rising morning light, turned even redder at this moment.

The man had a radiant complexion and a warm, sustained breath. His sword-like eyebrows were now relaxed, devoid of their usual unruliness and sharpness.

Xiaolongnu felt the warm breath spraying on her neck and wanted to move away a little before getting up.

But before she could move, the arm resting under her neck moved first.

She was pulled sideways against his chest by his contracting arms.

"Long'er, let me hold you a little longer," Yang Guo murmured, followed by a long, even breath.

Little Dragon Girl's heart was pounding.

They dared not struggle.

Subconscious memories have returned.

My senior sister seems to be nearby?

She reached her small hand over Yang Guo's waist and carefully touched the bed behind him.

I found nothing.

She breathed a sigh of relief and then lay there contentedly.

It was just a habit she'd developed over the years that led her to practice her skills at this time of day.

No matter how hard she tried to calm herself, her energy would still dissipate, so she angrily stopped practicing and looked up at the charming man.

It's all his fault.

Yang Guo didn't actually sleep much; yesterday he ate vegetarian food first, then meat, and then meat again.

I spent an unknown amount of time soaking at the mountaintop, and when I returned, it was almost dawn.

The woman was in his arms, her clothes pulled up high to cover her face and head, as he carried her down the mountain.

After he took her back, she kicked him away.

Yang Guo then hurriedly arrived at the tomb chamber, where he saw the woman in white, dressed neatly, lying down asleep.

He held his breath and gently picked her up.

Fortunately, the woman was docile and gradually fell asleep in his arms.

He then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Of course, he woke up after Xiaolongnu woke up, since the woman in his arms clearly wanted to get up, and her movements were too loud and woke him up.

But Yang Guo, who had just closed his eyes and fallen asleep, was sleepy.

He could only mutter, "I'll sleep a little longer."

Little Dragon Girl lay quietly in his arms, only then realizing how comfortable it was to sleep in bed.