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

"Senior Brother Zhao, we've already ventured deep into the mountains. If our elders find out, we'll both be punished. Let's go back now."

Zhao Zhijing plunged in without looking back.

"Senior brother, be careful not to run into Yang Guo and get another beating."

Zhao Zhijing paused slightly and glanced back at Zhen Zhibing.

"Indeed, you should be more familiar with the route to the ancient tomb."

Zhen Zhibing's expression changed.

"What are you talking about, senior brother? I don't understand."

"Don't understand? That's alright. Why don't you take out what's in your arms and take a look? Maybe then you'll remember how to get to the ancient tomb."

Zhen Zhibing's expression changed again, becoming extremely ugly.

"Junior brother, since the portrait has been lost, why did you still paint his image on cloth and hide it in your bosom?"

Zhen Zhibing said in a deep voice, "Junior brother doesn't understand what senior brother is saying, but this is a forbidden area of ​​our sect..."

"Junior Brother Zhen, don't make me spell it out. If you want to cultivate your own path and think about your own way every day, that's fine with me. But as for Yang Guo, I am determined to do it."

"You wouldn't want another junior uncle above you, would you?"

Zhen Zhibing remained silent.

He certainly didn't have any aversion to having multiple junior uncles above him; rather, he was surprised that this Senior Brother Zhao, whom he was thinking of, actually knew.

Zhao Zhijing and Lu Qingdu were in charge of the lives of the lower-level people. If anyone wanted to know about their daily lives, they would know everything about them.

Since this junior brother Zhen was favored by his teachers, he naturally paid close attention to him.

Little did he know that this observation would lead to trouble; he harbored feelings for a woman.

Zhao Zhijing was naturally overjoyed that the person most likely to compete with him for the position of sect leader had actually degenerated so low.

From then on, Zhao Zhijing stopped caring about his junior brother Zhen.

I just didn't expect another Yang Guo to appear.

I can only hope that Yang Guo was also bewitched by that enchantress, or perhaps he became obsessed with cultivating Taoism.

"Junior brother, help me drive Yang Guo away. I will not mention your matter. From now on, you cultivate your path, and I will manage my sect."

The two then continued their exploration.

I saw a white-clad figure under the moonlight.

Surrounded by jade peaks, a golden bell hangs lightly from a branch, swaying in the wind and emitting a clear, cool melody. Her figure seems to blend into the moonlight and pine shadows, becoming a part of this mountain.

At that moment, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and a fleeting starlight flowed in her eyes, like the first melting of ice and snow, or the gentle ripples of spring water.

The thought came to mind that it must be Yang Guo looking for her.

But then he frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and looked at the two places.

Needless to say, Zhen Zhibing was too weak to walk at this point.

Even Zhao Zhijing was the same.

The two looked up.

Does such a woman exist in this world?

The portrait was faceless, and he assumed that it was just a deliberate act by his junior brother Zhen. After all, a faceless portrait would be easier to explain even if investigated by their master.

Was she just as ethereal during our last battle?

Only then did he realize that probably no painter in the world could complete the portrait.

This fairy under the moon is truly like a jade tree swaying in the wind, or a jade bud wrapped in snow. Coupled with her naturally aloof nature, she truly deserves the description of being bathed in the cold, melting moonlight.

Who would believe that these myriad blossoms, so varied and unparalleled, stand apart from the rest of the flowers?

A clear, cold voice rang out: "Who are you, and why have you come to the foot of my sect's mountain?"

Little Dragon Girl saw that the two men were staring at her, but she didn't say anything.

She frowned and turned to leave.

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he stopped.

With a flick of her jade hand, two jade needles pierced towards the two Taoist priests.

A strong gust of wind swept by, and Zhen Zhibing was the first to realize what was happening. He hurriedly raised his sword to block the bee stings, and lowered his head slightly, afraid that his blushing face might offend the beauty.

"Miss Long, please don't make a move. It's me, Zhen Zhibing, and my senior brother Zhao Zhijing."

Little Dragon Girl remained silent, looking at the two Taoist priests with a puzzled expression.

Why do their gazes always displease her?

"Two Taoist priests, this is the territory of my Ancient Tomb Sect. You have crossed the line."

"Miss Long, please forgive us, but we, your fellow disciples, are looking for Yang Guo. We don't know if he is in the Ancient Tomb."

Xiaolongnu frowned. She didn't want Yang Guo to have anything to do with the Quanzhen Sect, and Yang Guo didn't have any good feelings towards the Quanzhen Sect either, so she said, "Guo'er won't see you. You should leave."

Zhao Zhijing snapped out of his daze and said urgently, "Is Yang Guo still in the Ancient Tomb? Go find him quickly, I have important matters to discuss with him. His actions today have offended our sect, we must get him down the mountain as soon as possible."

Zhen Zhibing quickly raised his hand to stop his senior brother Zhao, who was about to step forward, and said, "Miss Long, please don't be offended. My senior brother is a bit too eager. You should let Yang Guo go down the mountain quickly."

"I have another question, and I wonder if the two Taoist masters could enlighten me?"

Seeing that the woman was indifferent and showed no emotion, Zhao Zhijing decided to ignore her and walk around her.

Zhen Zhibing finally managed to stop him: "Senior brother, this is after all a prohibition set by our grandmaster. We can't go any further. Why not use Miss Long's help to prevent Yang Guo from joining the sect?"

Zhao Zhijing thought about it and realized it made sense.

"May I ask, young lady?" Zhen Zhibing asked.

"I wonder how Taoist priests cultivate themselves?"

Zhen Zhibing replied, "Practice what you preach, uphold the precepts and observe the rules, cultivate yourself from the inside out, and cultivate both internally and externally."

"Then how can one purify one's mind if one engages in worldly affairs?"

"The way to engage with the world is to cultivate oneself. The wind moves with the will, and the will moves with the mind. If the mind does not move, there is no wind. You are a person who cultivates purity and has few desires. You must not... you must not let that young man disturb your mind."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a finger struck out. Zhen Zhibing reacted hastily but was no match for the attack, and was forced to retreat, his arm going numb.

"The heart resides within the heart. Whether one is in the secular world or deep in the mountains, the heart is there. If one can hold onto it, one can attain a pure heart; if one cannot hold onto it, one can still attain a pure heart." The young man's wild words echoed from afar.

Zhen Zhibing rebuked, "Nonsense! Miss Long, please don't listen to this young man's nonsense. We Taoists should purify our hearts and reduce our desires, staying far removed from the mortal world..."

Yang Guo scoffed, "Therefore, there is only one Wang Chongyang in the world, and the Quanzhen Sect is now just the Quanzhen Sect."

Zhao Zhijing was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Yang Guo, since you have no intention of cultivating Tao, why don't you go down the mountain sooner? This deep mountain is a harsh place, and cultivating Tao is difficult. How can you waste your precious youth here..."

Zhao Zhijing saw a ribbon coming towards him.

Little Dragon Girl was furious: I didn't even chase him away, and you're chasing him away on my turf.

Zhao Zhijing dodged aside and saw the white-clad woman's anger gradually increase, while a white-clad youth appeared beside her.

Elegant and graceful, dazzling like stars.

When Zhen Zhibing saw the young man in white standing beside the woman, he was struck by how perfectly matched they were in terms of demeanor, voice, and smile. What was even more infuriating was that his behavior was far too intimate with Miss Long.

Zhen Zhibing angrily said, "So you're Yang Guo? How dare you be so frivolous towards Miss Long and disturb her peace of mind. How can you possibly cultivate the Dao? I swear I will not allow you to join the sect."

"Miss Long, you must not let yourself be swayed by this. This young man will disturb your peace of mind."

Yang Guo looked down at the two Taoist priests from his high vantage point.

"It is said that to cultivate the Quanzhen School of Taoism, one must leave home to live in a temple, purify one's mind and reduce desires, not keep a wife, and eat vegetarian food. I wonder if this is true?"

"It seems that many people in the Quanzhen School do not meet this standard."

"Take you two for example."

"One is obsessed with power, the other with desire."

"It seems that even the Seven Masters of Quanzhen can't produce any good people."

Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing were furious: "Yang Guo, how dare you insult our teacher! You are extremely arrogant!"

Yang Guo looked at them with disdain.

"Long'er, do you like their eyes?"

I don't like it.

"Then I'll make sure they never see you again in their lifetime."