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

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Guo Fu thought to herself.

But the sounds from next door left the girl feeling both confused and curious.

However, she soon realized what she was doing and cursed inwardly.

I was just puzzled; the voice sounded somewhat familiar, but I didn't think much of it.

I had planned to leave and go out for a walk to clear my head, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Although her mother had mentioned it once before, this was completely different from what her mother had said. Isn't this the kind of thing that can only be done when giving birth?

The girl was puzzled, unable to see or hear clearly.

After an unknown amount of time, the girl felt her legs go numb.

She's in a very bad mood right now. Her mother is missing, she can still hear things coming from behind the walls, and she doesn't know what's wrong with her health.

So I went out for a walk to clear my head, and just then the doorbell rang.

"Fu'er, this is your father. There's news from the Beggars' Sect. They've sent word for your father to go there. You rest well and wait for your father to return. Don't run around."

"Okay, okay."

Guo Fu was a little afraid of her father, who was very strict and always made her read, write, and practice martial arts. He was nothing like her mother, who always made her delicious food and fun things and never forced her to do things she didn't like.

She has a happy life, with no worries about food or clothing, and her parents are loving.

Sometimes I feel like something's missing between my parents.

What's missing?

The girl's mind flashed back to that blush-inducing voice just now. Yes, that's it. Strange, is the person on the other end about to give birth?

Feeling increasingly agitated, the girl went out and took a walk in the backyard of the inn.

the other side.

Yang Guo covered the beautiful woman lying on the bed with the blankets.

Huang Meng was already fast asleep and had recovered her energy.

Yang Guo, on the other hand, was in high spirits because Huang Meng had just given him the secret formula for movement techniques.

She said that other kung fu styles have masters and cannot be taught to young men, but this style was created by herself, although it has a learning curve.

She was naturally intelligent and had a great love for Qimen Dunjia, the Five Elements and the Eight Trigrams. She even created her own advanced Qimen Five-Turn Body Technique.

This movement technique naturally requires the practitioner to be proficient in the Five Elements, directions, mental arithmetic, and keen insight.

Otherwise, you won't even be able to get started.

Huang Meng didn't expect the young man to learn it, but she did hope he had the talent for it.

Yang Guo did indeed demonstrate his talent in this area. The original owner of this body was an exceptionally intelligent person, and with the addition of the wisdom of modern people, the two combined, and his body and mind had long exceeded the original owner's threshold.

Upon hearing her impart her skills, Yang Guo was overjoyed. He silently memorized the incantation and circulated the true energy he had gained from reversing the Nine Yin Manual, instantly moving around the room.

He felt incredibly refreshed after completing a set of exercises.

The woman looked at Yang Guo with a resentful gaze.

The young man seemed to prefer the martial arts technique, but he was also delighted. He hadn't expected his talent to be so remarkable; she had only taught him once, yet he had already mastered it.

Huang Meng was overjoyed, her face beaming with happiness, even more so than when she had achieved something before.

"You little rascal, do you prefer practicing martial arts?"

Yang Guo was a little embarrassed. He had been so engrossed in practicing his martial arts that he hadn't paid attention to the beauty. It was truly a sin.

Yang Guo looked at the sleeping beauty, feeling extremely fond of her. The way she called him "slave" made him feel proud. Every time he heard her call him that, she did so. He knew that it was all for him that the woman did this.

Unlike the original Huang Rong, who had a terrible personality, it's hard to know how she would handle this kind of situation. It might be quite incongruous, otherwise why would she always have such a stern face in front of Yang Guo?

Yang Guo mentally complained about Aunt Guo, whom he had never met.

Yang Guo decided to get up and find another place to practice his movement techniques.

The young girl, Guo Fu, paced restlessly in the backyard, kicking pebbles hard.

Unbeknownst to her, there were two men secretly observing her through the crack in the kitchen door.

"This is the woman, she's really a closet flirt. She started giving me flirty looks as soon as she walked into the store, and that expression really made me... tsk tsk."

The speaker was the young receptionist, and next to him was a burly man with a scar on his right eye, which he could no longer see.

"You've never smelled a woman's scent before, all you see is this blond little girl."

He glanced at Guo Fu, who stood gracefully in the courtyard. Her budding figure, shrouded in a white dress, was quite alluring. Her ample bosom stretched the dress, which must have been too small.

The scarred man's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the girl. How could the vulgar cosmetics he had seen and tasted compare to this pure, delicate, and pitifully beautiful young woman?

The young man was attracted to the scarred man and knew the girl was doomed.

He lowered his voice and said, "Brother, could I have a sip of soup today too?"

The scarred man smacked his lips a few times, a thought flashing through his mind. He remembered that the scarred man was a regular customer and said, "Kid, if you try this kind of woman as your first, I'm afraid you won't be interested in other vulgar things in the future."

The young man could easily understand the scarred man's implication, and he flattered him, saying, "Good brother, I've been serving customers in this little shop every day and I know several daughters of wealthy families. Brother, let me have a taste today, and I'll repay you in the future."

"Brother, let me give you a heads-up. There's a beauty in the inn. Although I can't see her face, her figure is far superior to this blond girl's. I can't resist just one look at her. She's so tender and radiant. I envy the young man who came with her; he's probably her gigolo. At this hour, I'm afraid the two of them..."

The scarred man hadn't expected this kid to have something special here. He sighed and said, "Fine, we're brothers. Since that's how it is, I'll let you have a taste today. I'll take this woman with me later. You keep that beauty upstairs, and I'll give you my opinion on her tomorrow, hehe."

The two agreed to take the person to the woodshed, where it would be more secluded.

The young man knew that the two women's fate was sealed.

Guo Fu, still restless in the courtyard, felt a mix of worry for her mother and shyness at her first experience with the relationship between men and women, and she didn't know how to vent her frustrations.

Seeing a young waiter carrying something push open the kitchen door and come out, she immediately called out, "Stop!"

"Fine, did you steal something? I'll tell your shopkeeper right now, and he'll give you a good beating!" The girl pretended to leave.

The guy was startled. He had planned to approach the girl, but she took the initiative. If she ran to the front yard, he would be doomed.

He hurriedly replied, "Miss, please don't talk nonsense. This is my own stuff, my own." As he spoke, he hid his hands behind his back.

Guo Fu had only found a scapegoat, so she wouldn't let him defend himself. She pressed on, "Yours? What are you hiding? Looking at your filthy appearance, I know you're no good. Let me see you, and maybe I'll be happy and reward you with a few."

The girl's eyes were innocent, but her face naturally exuded a seductive charm.

The young man quickly lowered his head, afraid that the girl would see the desire and ferocity in his eyes, and cursed inwardly: You bastard, just you wait.

He feigned obsequiousness, saying, "This is rouge I bought at the market, rouge."

Guo Fu became interested. Being a girl and strictly controlled by her parents, she hadn't had any fun on this trip. Now, hearing about the rouge and rouge outside, she wanted to see for herself. In Jiaxing City, all kinds of women were dressed up and looked beautiful, especially their makeup and cosmetics, which made her very tempted. Unfortunately, her mother wasn't there, and her father was silent.

"Give it to me, let me take a look. I'm afraid it's not a fake."

The young man said aggrievedly, "This little box of rouge costs two qian of silver, which is two months' salary for me. Miss, you need to return it to me after you've looked at it."

Guo Fu was startled, inwardly scoffing at how cheap it was, thinking it probably wasn't anything good. Unfortunately, their perspectives differed; what the young man considered a two-qian silver item was far too cheap for the young woman.

Guo Fu instantly lost her interest, but she didn't refuse outright, otherwise how could she vent her anger? The girl arrogantly said, "What did I say? It's worthless stuff, so cheap, why are you hiding it?" However, seeing the exquisitely patterned rouge box in the young man's hand, which emitted a faint fragrance, piqued her interest.

The young man presented the box to her, and the girl was about to take it when the box suddenly opened, and powdery substances scattered out. In a daze, she only saw the young man take out a handkerchief and cover his mouth and nose.

The young man carried Guo Fu to the woodshed and placed her on the ground, where the scarred man had been waiting for a long time.

"Kid, you're quite talented. My bewitching powder works really well, doesn't it?" He said, glancing at the girl.

Her lips, which had never been painted with vermilion, were now bloodless, making them even more pitiful.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, spread out in a messy, disheveled manner.

The scarred man couldn't wait to untie the girl's clothes.

But the waiter stopped him, saying, "Good brother, shouldn't I go first?" He even licked his dry, chapped lips, indicating that he was also getting aroused.

The scarred man glared at him and said, "Fine, tell me about that beauty's room. I'll go check it out. Hurry up, you only have fifteen minutes."

The young man cursed inwardly but dared not resist, nodding in agreement.

The scarred man also left, clearly annoyed.

Little did they know that there was someone else in the tree behind the kitchen, watching all of this.