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

Gentle Township, Hero Tomb.

What erodes a person's will most often is not hardship or enemies, but comfort and pleasure.

Yang Guo felt that this statement was absolutely right, and it was also very appealing, and he would do it again next time.

Yang Guo enjoyed the gentle massage of her soft hands, and his shoulders, which weren't sore to begin with, felt even more comfortable.

The woman in the green silk dress was gently massaging her lover's shoulders and neck.

She had intended to relax her husband according to the storybook, but when the time came, she didn't dare to. She didn't know how to do it anyway, and now that she could stand behind him and massage his shoulders, it was all the strength she had. She was afraid that she would collapse at any moment.

But that's not how storybooks are written; they don't allow for arbitrary manipulation.

Why is it that she has no strength left?

Even though the man was just sitting in the tub with his legs spread wide, she felt suffocated as soon as she got close. Could it be that she added too much hot water?

It's so annoying, she can hardly see him anymore.

Yang Guo quietly enjoyed the woman's tenderness.

Yang Guo felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

As the woman massaged his shoulders, he felt increasingly weak. Turning around in confusion, he saw the woman hanging from the edge of the tub, her crescent-shaped eyes watery, and she seemed to be having difficulty breathing.

Yang Guo was shocked. What happened? Was he lacking oxygen?

He quickly turned around and hugged her: "Jia'er, what's wrong?"

Cheng Yaojia dared not recount her inner thoughts. Now that her lover was embracing her, she could say nothing. Calling him "husband" was her last bit of strength.

She saw the man turn his back to her and wait for her massage.

The woman slowly massaged his back, her hands seemingly at a loss, unsure if she was doing it right.

This was Yang Guo's first time receiving a massage, and although the woman's movements were weak, he liked it no matter what.

Compared to the misty atmosphere inside, the atmosphere outside was rather somber, because two guests had arrived—Huang Rong and Guo Fu.

The two knocked on the door, but no one answered.

I knocked again, but still no one answered.

Is he not here?

They could vaguely hear the sound of water inside, and guessed that Yang Guo was probably taking a bath.

Guo Fu wanted to go back first, but she noticed that her mother's expression was a little strange.

Huang Rong was instantly filled with shame and indignation, and pulled Guo Fu away.

Meanwhile, Yang Guo finally finished his bath, and as he stood up, the ripples in the tub gradually subsided.

Yang Guo carried the beauty into the inner room.

They put her on the couch to rest.

Yang Guo lay on his side and hugged her from behind, gently comforting the beauty.

Yang Guo sensed the unease in the woman's arms and said gently, "Jia'er, be good, I like you very much."

Hearing her lover's affection, Cheng Yaojia felt at ease.

She snuggled closer to him; the two were indeed a match made in heaven, even their fingers were intertwined.

An hour later, Yang Guo got up feeling refreshed.

The woman was still asleep.

Yang Guo was puzzled. Could it be that his cheat ability was to recover his physical strength very quickly?

Yang Guo could only go out for a walk to clear his mind, but no sooner had he left than Huang Rong and her daughter went to his place.

Yang Guo walked down the street and listened to a storyteller for a while; it was quite enjoyable.

I have to say, this author is quite talented; he got into trouble so quickly.

Yang Guo was delighted when he heard this. The play was called "The Legend of the Green-Clad Witch," and it featured two female leads and one male lead, but unfortunately, the male lead had a congenital ailment.

Yang Guo immediately knew it was a veiled attack on Lu Guanying. After listening for a while, he was about to leave when he saw the woman he never expected to see again.

Dressed in a snow-white robe, with her unbound black hair cascading down her back, she sat alone in the distance, quietly watching the storyteller perform with great emotion.

At this moment, the bright moon hangs high in the starry sky.

However, at this moment, she exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay. The two men at the table, clutching their broken legs and not daring to utter a sound, slowly moved away, afraid of attracting her attention again.

Yang Guo could only sigh that being handsome meant he had food to eat, and then he walked over.

The people around him had various expressions, waiting to see the young man make a fool of himself.

Yang Guo walked over calmly, and was just about to speak when he reached the woman's table.

The storyteller clapped his hands, his eyes wide with surprise, and shouted, "The woman let out a delicate cry and lunged directly at the wicked master's crotch!"

Yang Guo was startled and slumped into the seat opposite her.

"Ahem, miss, I see you again..."

Yang Guo felt it was a bit cliché and wanted to change his opening remarks.

She interrupted me.

"Are you saying this story is true?"

"What?"

She looked at the storyteller.

Yang Guo smiled; this woman seemed quite interested in these things.

"Reality is often more exciting than what's in this book."

"Oh? You mean there are men here even more disgusting than those in this book? Not only are they shameless, domineering, and utterly repulsive?"

It seems this woman has been healing her wounds these past few days?

He remembered that the woman's breathing was uneven when they first met, but now it was much better, which he couldn't tell.

"If the fairy likes, she can wander around; perhaps she will find a pleasant surprise."

"Will you still send me poems?"

"What?"

The woman fell silent, leaving Yang Guo somewhat bewildered.

I suddenly remembered the story of Chang'e that he had told me when he looked at the moon.

The woman listened for a while, then got up and left.

The onlookers, watching from afar, were surprised. It turned out he was a scholar who wrote poetry; indeed, he was more popular with these literary young women.

Everyone was hoping to get a word or two to use in their flirting.

Just then, at a particularly exciting moment in the book, another loud noise rang out, and everyone fell silent. Yang Guo quickly chased after the woman.

Unfortunately, she has disappeared without a trace.

Exhausted, Cheng Yaojia heard someone knocking on the door in her sleep.

She didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but since the man wasn't there and she had been woken up, she lost the desire to go back to sleep. She got up, stretched, and showed off her perfect figure.

It's so smooth, no wonder that little man loved it so much, she couldn't help but pinch it herself.

Pick up the folded clothes from the bedside, dress neatly, and go to answer the door.

Then they looked at each other in bewilderment.

One was taken aback, one was angry, and one was overjoyed.

Huang Rong was furious when she saw Sister Cheng's smooth and supple skin in front of her.

She knew this woman wouldn't leave so easily, but she never expected her to be hiding with the man all this time.

Guo Fu was surprised to see her aunt there. For a moment, she was stunned and wondered if her mother had come to the wrong house.

Cheng Yaojia became much more enthusiastic, quickly welcoming the two women into the room, her eyes burning as she looked at Huang Rong.

Huang Rong was startled by her appearance. What's wrong? Didn't your man satisfy you? What's with that look? I don't like women.

Cheng Yaojia had no words to express her suffering. She had been so lonely before, and now she was so tired. So she decided to give Huang Rong some soup.

I was planning to go see Huang Rong that night, but she arrived first.

"Where is Yang Guo? And what are you doing here? Don't you have any shame?" These words were clearly spoken by Huang Rong.

Because Guo Fu was looking at her aunt in a daze.

So where did that damn man go?

Cheng Yaojia, seeing the two women's seemingly resentful yet melancholic expressions, knew they hadn't rested well these past few days and were no match for her.

"Little sister, don't get so angry. Look at me, although my inner strength isn't as profound as yours, my skin isn't much worse, is it?"

"Your mood is the most important thing. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If someone gets tired of you later, don't blame me for not taking care of you."

Huang Rong was furious but desperately tried to suppress her anger.

"Aunt...Aunt, what are you doing here? This...isn't this Yang Guo's room?"

Guo Fu was still in a daze and couldn't believe it.

Where is that stinky man? She looked around but saw nothing. The room was filled with a woman's fragrance, so it must be her aunt's room.

She didn't actually know where Yang Guo lived; her mother had dragged her there.

After that night, having experienced family turmoil, she remained in a daze, and that heartless person never came looking for her.

Her father and the Grandmaster stayed in Lu Family Village, so this time it was just her and her mother who returned to Peach Blossom Island.

She used to try every possible way to get off the island.

Now all she wants is to return to Peach Blossom Island.

She still wanted to see the person she longed for, so she came with her mother.

"Fu'er, Auntie, now that we're free, we can wander around. You have some tea, and your mother and I will chat for a bit."

Cheng Yaojia then pulled Huang Rong to the bedroom.

The clothes on the bed hadn't been tidied up yet; there was a huge pile of purple clothing, especially those blood-pumping, close-fitting clothes, crumpled up at the foot of the bed.

Cheng Yaojia was extremely embarrassed. She had been woken up in a daze and hadn't expected to bring someone into the bedroom when she answered the door.

She quickly spread out the bedding to cover everything.

Looking at Huang Rong again, her eyes were practically spitting fire; she was nowhere near as resourceful and composed as before.

Cheng Yaojia was even happier.