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

Three people remained alone in the private room of the restaurant, each with a different expression.

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "Young...Young master, what the young man said makes sense. We should make preparations as soon as possible."

Ying Wuwuzi glanced at the old man with disdain, then cupped his hands to Song Yu: "Young master, the Mongol Empire is nothing but barbarians. Now we will use the Mongol Empire to destroy the Jin Dynasty, and then they will go back to their nomadic life."

Hearing the two men's differing opinions, Song Yu was speechless for a moment, feeling a tightness in his chest but nowhere to confide in them.

Yang Guo carried his beloved wife back to the inn.

As dusk approached, the two had planned to rest in the city for the night. If they could find it the next day, great; if not, they wouldn't delay.

When Yang arrived and saw the people in the city, there was no preparation or atmosphere for the coming war. He knew he couldn't stay long. There were even Mongolian spies near Shaolin Temple, since that was the real border area.

Could it be true, as Cheng Yaojia said, that Shaolin Temple will remain closed until the end of the Mongol-Song alliance?

Yang Guo held the beauty in his arms, but his mind was elsewhere, which displeased her. So Cheng Yaojia moved around in his arms to try to get her lover's attention.

Yang Guo cast aside all distractions; nothing was more important than the person in his arms. He kissed her red lips, and Cheng Yaojia closed her eyes, waiting for her lover's tenderness.

a long time.

Cheng Yaojia lay weakly on Yang Guo's chest, looking at her husband with resentment in her eyes. She made up her mind that she must practice martial arts and one day subdue this man.

Yang Guo gently stroked her fragrant shoulder to help her fall asleep.

Cheng Yaojia stopped thinking about it and slowly fell asleep in Yang Guo's arms.

early morning.

"My lord, do you really not want me to accompany you out of the city?" Cheng Yaojia dressed her lover, and after tying his belt, she did not let go of his waist with her hands.

Yang Guo pinched her jade-like face and couldn't help but kiss it. Then he said, "I'm just going out to take a look. I'll be back soon. After we've finished our business here, I'll take you sightseeing again."

Cheng Yaojia simply couldn't bear to see her lover leave, not even for a second. However, she did need to recover; she was quite tired of riding in the carriage these past few days, and she was also planning a shopping spree, determined to charm this man tonight. That would be good; there would be a surprise when her husband returned.

Yang Guo enjoyed a delicious breakfast served by his wife before heading out.

Outside Xiangyang City.

The valiant young man, Zhao Ying, said, "Young master, let me accompany you. How can you go out like this without someone by your side?"

Song Yu shook his head and pondered for a moment: "You have other tasks. I wrote the wartime instructions yesterday. Take my token to see the city lord. We will discuss the details when I return."

Song Yu glanced at the old man, and the old man nodded.

Song Yu turned and left.

After Song Yu left, Zhao Ying said to the old man with dissatisfaction, "Attendant Zhao, are you just going to let the young master go alone like this? What if something happens to the young master? How are we going to explain this?"

The old man smiled and said, "General Ying, the young master has his own plans. How can we stop him? Besides, this is within the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, and with the young master's martial arts skills, nothing will happen to him."

"Let's finish what the young master asked us to do."

Zhao Ying glanced in the direction Song Yu had left and said to the old man surnamed Zhao, "Since that's the case, then we'll do as you say, young master."

In the woods, a young man, his robes fluttering, strolled leisurely as if admiring the flowers. Yet, despite walking, he had already covered several feet in the blink of an eye, without the slightest sign of haste or abruptness.

Yang Guo was overjoyed. The Spirit Turtle Step of Peach Blossom Island was so amazing. He had only used it twice, and the movement technique was already so powerful.

This footwork, a natural walking posture, subtly aligns with the principles of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. I wonder if, with continued refinement, he might achieve the effect of "reaching the ends of the earth in an instant."

Yang Guo did not know the purpose of his trip, but he figured that Dugu's burial in his later years must be in a deep mountain.

As for the place where the snake lives, it must be a place rich in spiritual plants, otherwise it wouldn't be able to raise this strange beast.

Along the way, they saw few people, but quite a few beasts, all of which were frightened away by Yang Guo's finger-flicking technique.

Until Yang Guo arrived at an open area, there was no vegetation around, only wild grass and scattered stones.

Yang Guo originally intended to skip over it, but he stopped when he stepped on the stone.

He saw two scratches on the two largest stones.

It's not really a scratch, but more like it was carved by a sharp tool.

This is a desolate mountain wilderness, rarely visited by humans. Who would come here to cut down trees indiscriminately, especially since the marks look like they've been there for quite some time?

Just as Yang Guo was about to go and check, his right ear twitched. He darted behind the rock, concealed himself, and held his breath.

A few breaths later, a figure emerged from the overgrown weeds.

Seeing that figure also arrive at the rock, after discerning it for a long time, he suddenly bowed and called out "Master".

Yang Guo recognized the voice; wasn't this Song Yu, whom he had met by chance at the restaurant? Yang Guo was about to peek out to confirm.

But then he shouted sharply, "Who goes there!"

Yang Guo was startled, thinking that someone had discovered him, and leaned forward to explain that it was a misunderstanding.

Someone else chimed in, "See? I told you this guy was very wary and wanted to expose his whereabouts. Wouldn't it have been better if we had just cut off his head and collected the reward?"

"You don't know anything. Don't just think about killing a guy and running away. I haven't even had a taste yet. Judging by his fair skin and tender flesh, he must taste pretty good."

Two people appeared from another direction. One of them was nine feet tall and covered with burn scars from cooking. He had eighteen dried, pickled human ears hanging from his waist and carried a large cleaver weighing a hundred pounds on his shoulder.

The other man was pale and beardless, with narrow, snake-like eyes, and his ten fingers were adorned with poisoned silver fingernails.

Upon seeing the two men, Song Yu's expression changed: "You are... are you the two gluttonous demons from the former Nanzhao territory?"

The leader, a nine-foot-tall man named Ba Tu, immediately laughed upon hearing this: "Brother, listen to this, our reputation has already spread here. Very well, based on what you said, today I'll give you a quick death."

The other man, named Ba Yin, chuckled coldly: "Brother, I still want to go back to Dali. Nanzhao is gone, but Dali is still here, isn't it? Why rush here? Look at all these men, they all look like women, making me uncomfortable. I'm an honest man, I only like women, I'm not interested in delicate-skinned men."

"You don't know anything! This is how it tastes best when cooked."

Song Yu's face darkened. It really was the gluttonous and lustful Ba brothers.

These two men committed a terrible crime in Dali, slaughtering an entire village. All the men were brutally murdered, and their remains were found in a large cauldron, with blood and mangled limbs scattered everywhere.

The women in the village fared no better; every corpse was mutilated and had been violated to death.

These two men committed heinous crimes and were wanted by the authorities. They were later announced to have died on the border of Dali.

I never expected that I would still be alive and have escaped to this place.