Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Guo'er, calm down.

Yin Zhiping felt like he was sitting on pins and needles in the room.

He paced back and forth in the room, glancing at the doorway and then at the window, repeatedly drawing and putting the sword back in his hand.

Zhao Zhijing's cannibalistic demeanor just now was truly terrifying.

What if Yang Guo is really caught and he betrays you?

Colluding with the Ancient Tomb Sect is a crime he could commit and die kneeling before the portrait of their founder a hundred times over.

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open.

Yin Zhiping was so frightened that he almost dropped the sword from his hand.

"Who?"

"Master, it's me."

Yang Guo walked in with a smile, carrying a small bundle on his back and a tattered straw mat in his hand.

When Yin Zhiping saw it was him, his legs went weak. He pulled him inside, peeked out to make sure there were no tails, then closed the door and growled in a low voice, "You... why are you back? Zhao Zhijing didn't arrest you? What did the Sect Leader say?"

"Arrest me?" Yang Guo tossed his bundle onto the table, poured himself a glass of water, and said, "He'd like to arrest me. Too bad, he doesn't have the ability."

"What exactly happened?" Yin Zhiping asked anxiously, sweating profusely.

Yang Guo slowly took a sip of water and recounted the events in the main hall with embellishments. Of course, he omitted the details of his feigned crying and pitiful act, only saying that he argued his case with reason and righteousness, which moved the sect leader.

"So... Zhao Zhijing was punished by copying books?" Yin Zhiping's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"Of course it's real!" Yang Guo pulled out the iron plaque from his pocket and waved it in front of Yin Zhiping. "See this? It's the Sect Leader's token. From today onwards, I'll be moving to the back mountain. I'm here to guard the Stele Forest by imperial decree."

Yin Zhiping stared at the iron plaque, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

This is the sect leader's decree!

Seeing the sign is like seeing the person!

With this, one can practically do whatever one wants in the Quanzhen Sect.

"You...you really want to live in the back mountain?" Yin Zhiping swallowed hard, a surge of joy welling up inside him.

If Yang Guo lives in the back mountain, doesn't that mean... it will be more convenient for him to go to the back mountain in the future?

"Of course." Yang Guo slung his bundle back over his shoulder. "Master, I'm going there for our grand plan. Don't worry, as long as I'm on the back mountain, I'll definitely pave the way for Fairy Sister."

Yin Zhiping was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

What a wonderful apprentice!

Although he's usually a bit mischievous and sharp-tongued, he's truly thinking of his master at this crucial moment!

"Guo'er!" Yin Zhiping held Yang Guo's hand tenderly, "Your master... I haven't spoiled you in vain. Life on the back mountain is tough, here's some silver, take it. If you want to eat something, just go down the mountain and buy it, don't deprive yourself."

As he spoke, he pulled out a handful of loose silver from his sleeve and shoved it into Yang Guo's hand.

Yang Guo accepted the thanks without hesitation: "Thank you, Master. Shall I take my leave now?"

"Go, go." Yin Zhiping waved his hand, as if seeing his son off on a long journey. "Then... be smart. If you see Miss Long, remember to mention your master."

"Don't worry," Yang Guo winked.

……

The back mountain.

This place is actually not far from Chongyang Palace, but because of the "forbidden area" stone tablet, you can't see a single person on ordinary days.

Yang Guo found a dilapidated thatched hut that was neither too close nor too far from the ancient tomb.

No one knows who built this. It has been abandoned for many years. Yang Guo guessed that it was probably built by Wang Chongyang back then. He stared at the ancient tomb every day, wanting to go in but not daring to.

Now it's drafty everywhere, and there's a big hole in the roof.

But this was no challenge for Yang Guo.

What hardships didn't he endure when he was on Peach Blossom Island?

It took most of the day to repair the thatched hut, lay down dry straw, and then throw the broken mat on top.

Live together.

This is his new home.

Although simple, it is comfortable.

Nobody cares, nobody scolds, I don't have to listen to those old bastards chanting their sutras, and I don't have to see Zhao Zhijing's deadpan face.

Yang Guo lay on the haystack, listening to the chirping of insects in the distance, feeling an unprecedented peace in his heart.

The sky gradually darkened.

The ancient tomb was quiet, without a sound.

Yang Guo took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket; it was the jade bee jelly given to him by Granny Sun.

He pulled out the stopper and licked a small amount.

so sweet.

That sweetness, with a floral fragrance, slid down my throat, even easing the bitterness in my heart.

"Fairy Sister..."

Yang Guo muttered to himself.

He sat up, crossed his legs, and began practicing the Quanzhen internal energy cultivation method taught by Yin Zhiping.

Although he looked down on this skill, he had to admit that practicing this internal skill, which emphasized "quietness and non-action," was much faster in this quiet back mountain than in the Taoist temple.

Sink your Qi to the Dantian and focus your mind on the coccyx.

A wisp of warm air flows through the meridians.

I don't know how much time passed.

Yang Guo suddenly opened his eyes.

someone.

The footsteps were so faint that he wouldn't have heard them at all if he hadn't practiced the Toad Kung Fu and had exceptional hearing.

Yang Guo held his breath and quietly crept to a crack in the thatched hut to peek out.

under the moonlight.

A white figure was standing by the flower bushes not far away.

It's Little Dragon Girl.

She seemed to be in a daze.

Just then, a mountain wind suddenly arose, causing her white dress to cling tightly to her body, outlining the alluring curves beneath the robe.

Especially from the waist down, the light gauze slid down her sides, making her legs look even longer and straighter, with full thighs and slender calves, perfectly proportioned.

As she turned slightly to the side, the wind lifted a corner of her skirt, vaguely revealing a section of her snow-white calves, so fair and lustrous that it made one's eyes dizzy.

Yang Guo felt a slight tightness in his throat, his gaze seemingly glued to her, sliding down her slender waist to her long, barely visible legs. Even though her expression was cold, the allure emanating from her body was enough to make one's blood boil, making it impossible to look away even for a moment.

Just then, Xiaolongnu suddenly turned her head and looked toward the direction of the thatched hut.

"come out."

Was discovered.

Yang Guo remained calm, straightened his clothes, pushed open the broken wooden door, and went out.

"Good evening, fairy sister."

Yang Guo waved with a grin, as if he were seeing an old neighbor.

Little Dragon Girl looked at him, her brows furrowing slightly: "Why are you living here?"

"I got kicked out," Yang Guo shrugged, looking nonchalant. "The Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect thought I was too stupid and wanted to lock me up. I had nowhere to go, so I had to come here and become my sister's neighbor."

"Isn't this forbidden area of ​​your Quanzhen Sect?" Little Dragon Girl said coldly.

"I know," Yang Guo pointed to his waist token. "I have the token of the Sect Leader. Don't worry, Sister, I'm an honest person and I will never disturb your cultivation. If you need any dirty or tiring work, like sweeping or catching bugs, just let me know."

Little Dragon Girl looked at him for a while, seemingly trying to determine whether his words were true or false.

Finally, she said nothing and turned to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute, sister!"

Yang Guo called out to her.

Little Dragon Girl stopped walking, but did not turn around.

"Um..." Yang Guo scratched his head, "It's quite cold in the mountains at night. Sister, you're dressed so lightly, be careful not to catch a cold. I just started a fire and roasted some sweet potatoes, would you like to try some?"

Little Dragon Girl ignored him, and with a flash, disappeared into the night.

Yang Guo looked in the direction she disappeared, but he was not discouraged.

As long as people aren't kicked out, that's a good start.

He returned to the thatched hut, picked up the still-steaming sweet potato, and took a big bite.

"It smells so good."