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

At Chilian Manor, the bright moon hangs high.

A young Taoist nun, who shouldn't have such a voluptuous figure at her age, said anxiously, "Master, your injuries haven't healed yet, why are you going out again? If people in the martial arts world find out we're here, we'll have to move again."

Then she stopped her, wanting to rush up and challenge her master's authority, the limping junior sister.

The woman addressed as "Master" wore a loose-fitting Taoist robe that obscured her figure. She held a whisk in her right hand and said to the slightly older girl, "You stay home and take good care of the manor and your junior sister."

He turned to leave.

The girl persisted, "Master, if you're going out, could you please change your clothes and let your hair down? Don't you know how to use a sword?"

"Why can't your teacher go out like this?"

"If you want to be hunted down by the martial arts world every day, then just pretend your disciple is talking nonsense."

The woman frowned. Although she had killed many people, she didn't want to go out every day and be hunted down.

"With my hair down, can you really not tell I'm Li Mochou?"

The girl nodded vigorously. Ever since her master let his hair down that day, she had been stunned. It was clearly the same face, but with his hair down and up, he looked like two different people.

She thought about it for a long time. It might be because of her temperament. After all, she probably hadn't seen this side of herself in the martial arts world. If she changed her clothes and took a sword, she would be even less recognizable.

Seeing that her master had relented, the girl quickly said, "Master, just change your clothes. You should wear white clothes when you go out, and don't carry any silver needles with you. Change back into your Taoist robes when you want to kill someone."

Li Mochou pondered for a moment and then left.

The girl's final words drifted on the wind: "Remember to choose a fake name."

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Li Mingyue, clearly unaware of his shrieking, retorted angrily, "What are you yelling about? Just because I'm wearing a Taoist robe doesn't make me Li Mochou! I need to pick up those poisoned needles, otherwise why wouldn't I have the antidote?"

Yang Guo was dumbfounded; he had hoped she was Li Mochou.

"Stop messing around, give me the antidote now."

Li Mingyue was furious and dejected, saying, "I really didn't."

She had just searched the place thoroughly; the needles were all used up, there wasn't a single medicine left, let alone any antidote.

Yang Guo could tell from her tone that she wasn't faking it; in fact, if she were, she would have pricked herself with a few more needles earlier.

No, so you searched for ages and then found the medicine I gave you?

Yang Guo felt his body was so cold it was almost hard; his whole body was stiff.

Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed.

Li Mingyue felt a surge of shame and indignation from the boy lying on her chest. She was already seriously injured, and the previous fit of anger and emotional distress had left her unable to withstand it. Yet this man had been poisoned and suddenly collapsed onto her.

She only felt dizzy.

Yang Guo's body was too cold.

Seeing that she couldn't push it, Li Mingyue could only refine the medicinal power of the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill first, with strands of internal energy flowing through her body.

He searched Yang Guo's body again and found a medicine bottle. He smelled it and knew it was the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill. A look of joy flashed in his heart and he ate another pill.

He quickly placed his palm against Yang Guo's palm, circulated his inner energy, and slowly channeled it into Yang Guo's body.

Yang Guo felt like he was having a dream. He was extremely hungry and was resting his head on a fragrant and soft bun. Before he could even taste it, the bun suddenly turned into two. He was overjoyed and had no choice but to eat one and take the other.

But then a sharp shout rang in my ears: "Go to hell!"

Yang Guo was kicked three meters away.

She was originally helping Yang Guo expel the cold, using her refined internal energy to guide the cold out of his body, so she couldn't be distracted at all.

However, Yang Guo's actions made her want to interrupt his healing several times and slap him to death, but in the end she held back.

But whether this stinky man is pretending to be asleep or truly dreaming, it's probably just like Yang Guo dreaming of steamed buns.

She had never felt this way in all these years, so she silently recited the Heart Sutra and circulated her internal energy to dispel the cold from him.

In the end, the pain got to her, and she kicked him to the ground.

Yang Guo opened his eyes in a daze and found himself lying on the ground.

I rubbed my buttocks and felt that the coldness in my body had decreased a lot.

Although the toxins in the body are still a problem, fortunately, the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill can still suppress them.

"Li Mingyue? Li Mingyue!"

Yang Guo checked on her and found that she had fainted, so he carried her directly into the sunlight and shadows.

This was the third time Yang Guo had seen her face; it was completely bloodless. The Taoist robe on her chest had turned dark black, and the white undergarment underneath was stained red.

When Yang Guo picked her up, a slight groan of pain came from her. Yang Guo checked her over and found that although her front was covered in blood, there were no wounds. Yang Guo then looked at her back and saw that it was also stained with blood.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth and had no choice but to tear off the almost severed undergarment. Fortunately, there was clean water, which he used to clean her wound.

She had a sword wound on her back, which tore her Taoist robe and cut her skin. The wound should have been scabbed over, but it had reopened.

Next to the sword wound was a five-finger palm print, which had faded considerably, probably because the domineering internal force had dissipated.

Her once flawless white back was now covered in dark red bloodstains. Yang Guo sighed, feeling a pang of heartache; it was like a perfect piece of porcelain cracked, a truly lamentable sight.

I hope it won't leave a scar.

I wonder how good Jia'er's wound medicine is. I heard her brag about it before. I might give it to her to try when I have the chance.

It was obvious that the person had fainted, but was still responding to pain. Yang Guo could only gently dab the area around the wound with his clothes.

Her robe and undergarments were clearly unwearable. Fortunately, Yang Guo found her bundle, which contained only clothing; it seemed her sword was gone.

Yang Guo had no choice but to tear off his own inner clothing to bandage her wound.

But when he got around to the front, Yang Guo was dumbfounded and could only wipe it off hastily.

Yang Guo couldn't help but cough.

Yang Guo didn't care about anything else; if she woke up again halfway through, she might prick him with another needle.

After bandaging her up, they dressed her again.

He placed her on the bed in the dark and sat her cross-legged.

He gave her another pill and began to use his internal energy to heal her injuries.

Unfortunately, he couldn't hold on for long before Yang Guo had to stop, and the woman collapsed into his arms.

Before they knew it, the cave had been completely dark.

It was blazing hot at noon, but there wasn't a single star at night. The cave on the mountainside was completely cool, and all you could hear were the howling wind and the sound of rain outside.

Feeling the woman shrinking closer to him, he couldn't care less about anything else, since he had already done everything.

Yang Guo tightened his embrace and continuously circulated his internal energy, causing it to flow through his dantian and acupoints such as the Mingmen point to generate warmth.

But at some point, the woman's eyes had already opened in the darkness.

Li Mingyue felt herself being tossed and turned, but due to the excessive bleeding from her injuries and her role in relieving Yang Guo's chill, she was already too weak to open her eyes. Although she had fainted, the effects of the medicine kept her breathing.

As she turned over, the old woman felt the man staring at her chest, which puzzled her. Could it be that there was really something wrong between her and her apprentice?

In the past, all of this was hidden under her Taoist robe, and no one but herself could see it. She had been traveling the world for so long and had never seen herself so magnificent. This once made her think that she had contracted some kind of illness, but because it was too private and she did not feel any discomfort, she continued to do so.

Is there really something wrong with her?

Otherwise, what's wrong with this man?

When Yang Guo helped her meditate and heal her injuries, she had already woken up, but for a moment she didn't know how to face him.

She disliked people with that kind of personality and didn't know how many she had killed. As for him, she didn't know why she didn't kill him. Perhaps it was because of that bright moon?

She wasn't sure; she was a little confused.

After Yang Guo finished circulating his internal energy, he exhaled a long breath. He hadn't expected to gain anything from practicing. Yang Guo felt as if the cold energy had been dispelled by the White Camel Mountain mental cultivation method.

He could feel his body temperature rising as the woman snuggled closer to him.

It has to be said that these women are really strange. Not only do they have saliva in their mouths, but their bodies do too. Even though they had just bled so much that the cave was filled with the smell of blood, after being wiped clean, they now exude a fragrance all over their bodies.

He couldn't help but tighten his embrace.

Unbeknownst to him, the woman's heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

When he exerted force, she felt a tightness in her chest; that bastard was doing it on purpose.