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

Yang Guo didn't say anything, but silently handed her the roasted snake meat.

She was like a newlywed bride, shy and timid, not daring to look at anyone.

"Even if you want to leave, you should wait for the rain to stop and for you to have eaten your fill first."

"You haven't eaten much these past two days."

Huang Meng'er blushed slightly, rolled her eyes, and stubbornly refused to reply to him!

He glanced at Yang Guo.

But unable to bear being called out to alone, Huang Meng'er could only eat in silence.

Yang Guo originally intended to ask her where she lived and who her family was, so that he could meet her later. However, seeing her like this, he was afraid that she would not say anything.

Yang Guo, of course, didn't want to make a fool of himself.

Instead, he inquired about the current situation of the imperial court.

Huang Meng'er was stunned for a moment, then said, "Now that the Song and Jin dynasties have declined and the Mongols have risen to power, I'm afraid that in a few years, the Mongols will move south."

"Nowadays, heroes from all walks of life are trying to find ways to save the country, while others are seeking refuge in a secluded paradise."

Yang Guo asked, "And what about you?"

Huang Meng'er replied naturally, "Of course I'll avoid it..."

She stopped the conversation, lowered her head and took a big bite of snake meat, as if she were biting Yang Guo.

At her age, she performed these movements with such grace and naturalness, which was refreshing and captivating.

"Sister Meng, is your injury healed?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Meng'er's face flushed red, whether from the words spoken or from sitting too close to the campfire, it was hard to tell.

Yang Guo only heard a soft "hmm" sound, like the buzzing of a mosquito.

Yang Guo felt a mix of joy and disappointment.

I knew she was leaving, but all I knew about her was her name.

In this vast world, how can we reunite?

Yang Guo felt resentful upon thinking about this. According to the original plot, he should have met Guo Jing and his wife soon and been taken back to Peach Blossom Island. However, he learned nothing on Peach Blossom Island and was bullied by the so-called Aunt Guo.

There was also the oppression from her daughter and disciples.

Yang Guo thought about this and naturally didn't want to go, but if he didn't go, how could he learn skills, control his own destiny, and roam the martial world freely?

Having finally met a good man, he naturally wanted to fight for him, so he suddenly stood up.

Huang Meng was startled and looked up.

Seeing the young man's furrowed brow, she felt a pang of sympathy.

Seeing Yang Guo approach, she asked gently, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Yang Guo didn't speak, but stared into her eyes, making Huang Meng'er feel dizzy.

She gritted her teeth and insisted, "There's a reason for what happened between us. You're still young and have a long life ahead of you. There's no need to waste it on me. I've already... I've already..." But she didn't finish her sentence.

She probably didn't want him to see her that way. If he thought she was promiscuous and shameless, she would rather be dead.

But with her past experiences still vivid in her mind, she felt neither shame nor remorse.

Could it be that he already sees her as a frivolous woman?

She looked up at him with concern.

Yang Guo walked up to her and said affectionately, "Meng'er."

With just one sound, Huang Meng lowered her head again, not daring to look any longer, but she already knew his feelings.

Yang Guo placed his hands on her shoulders, and she instinctively stiffened, unable to resist the urge to slap his hands away.

Yang Guo embraced her; at least for this moment, she belonged to him.

Huang Meng felt his tenderness, her heart filled with joy and bitterness, reluctance and longing, but she was destined to leave.

Yang Guo held her like that, with the warm jade in his arms, and did nothing else.

Huang Meng was a master of martial arts, and his internal energy was constantly flowing, so his body naturally felt warm.

On the contrary, Yang Guo felt cool, but this only made her more enamored with him.

She didn't know whether to wrap her little hands around his waist.

Yang Guo, however, didn't give her a choice. Worried that she would get cold, he placed her hands on his chest and hugged her.

One was pondering how to salvage the relationship and how to move forward in life; the other was thinking about how to be more ruthless and cut off all ties.

Yang Guo broke the deadlock by gently rubbing her pretty face. Huang Meng'er felt a tickle and tried to grab his hand.

Yang Guo then spoke up: "Sister Meng, do you know how to get to Shaolin Temple?"

Huang Meng was shocked and forgot all about being shy.

She hugged his waist tightly, her eyes already blurry with tears. Only now did she realize that her tears flowed so easily. Was it because of her, or because of this young man?

He was always the one making himself cry.

At that moment, she naturally disregarded everything else, holding him tightly and saying, "Don't go, don't leave."

Yang Guo was dumbfounded; this was a confession.

Yang Guo cupped her small face in his hands. This woman looked like a newlywed bride, tears streaming down her face, her lips appearing delicate and beautiful without rouge.

Yang Guo said gently, "Sister, be good. I won't leave you. I'm planning to have you come with me."

Huang Meng let out an "Ah".

But how can she become a nun now?

Yang Guo didn't pay attention to what was going on in her little head and continued, "I have something to do at Shaolin, but I don't know the way, so I want to go with you, sister."

Huang Meng knew she had misunderstood, but she still teased, "Why would you go to Shaolin? Are you really willing to become a monk?"

Yang Guo grinned mischievously and hugged her even tighter.

This made her blush deeply.

She wanted to break free forcefully, but was afraid of hurting the young man.

Besides, she had already given him her body, and he was about to steal her heart as well, so this little thing was insignificant.

When Yang Guo fell, he was full of youthful vigor and did not want to hold back.

I kissed her cheek.

Huang Meng felt sweet inside, but she didn't show it.

It seems he won't lack women in the future. Thinking of this, tears welled up in my eyes again.

As if he had foreseen this, Yang Guo kissed her forehead, eyes, and face, and then whispered in her ear.

This made her blush and feel a little itchy; perhaps she was Huang Meng in this cave.

"Meng'er, you still haven't said whether you prefer me to call you 'sister' or 'Meng'er'."

The woman was well aware of his ulterior motives, but she didn't want to restrain herself.

She cursed herself inwardly for being so weak. Just a moment ago they were embracing, and now her whole body was pressed against his chest. If he took a step back the next second, she would immediately fall to the ground.

She held his hand and said, "You still haven't told me why we're going to Shaolin Temple."

Yang Guo gave a wicked smile: "I'm going to become a monk."

"How dare you!" A delicate shout rang out from inside the cave.

She immediately saw his mischievous grin and knew that this rascal was flirting with her. She reached out and pretended to hit him.

Yang Guo was quick and grabbed her small hand.

She struggled for a moment, then gave up.

Guided by Yang Guo, he turned and followed him.