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

afternoon.

Yang Guo lay on his back on the roof of the thatched hut, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth. The copy of "The Complete Dao of Quanzhen" was worn out from being turned so many times that it was being used to shield his face from the sun.

A furtive figure crept over from the path in the distance.

Yang Guo's ears twitched, but he didn't get up. Instead, a playful smile appeared on his lips. His steps were unsteady yet hurried, stopping every three steps, clearly indicating his guilty conscience.

Yin Zhiping.

This third-generation leader of the Quanzhen School was trying his best to straighten his back and maintain some "dignity as a teacher," but his eyes kept glancing at the tightly closed stone door of the ancient tomb.

"Master, if you stretch your neck any longer, the collars of the Quanzhen Sect's robes will probably all have to be made bigger," Yang Guo lazily sat up and called down.

Yin Zhiping was startled and quickly looked away. He coughed twice, put his hands behind his back, and adopted the posture of a strict teacher: "Nonsense! I was... I was observing the terrain! To see how the feng shui of this place is, and whether it is conducive to your cultivation."

"I don't know if it's good for spiritual practice, but it's certainly good for daydreaming."

Yang Guo jumped down from the thatched hut and landed in front of Yin Zhiping. "Master, what delicious food did you bring today?"

Yin Zhiping pulled a paper package from his sleeve and handed it to Yang Guo: "This is roast chicken from Li's shop down the mountain, it's still hot. Um... Guo'er, have you heard anything from the Ancient Tomb these past few days? Like... has anyone come out to admire the flowers?"

Yang Guo took the roast chicken, tore off a leg and stuffed it into his mouth, saying indistinctly, "Admire flowers? What's the point of admiring flowers on such a hot day? You know how the Fairy Sister is; she avoids going out if she can avoid it."

The light in Yin Zhiping's eyes dimmed instantly, and he looked somewhat dejected.

Yang Guo chewed on the chicken while observing the scene with a cold eye.

"However..." Yang Guo deliberately dragged out his words, spitting the bone onto the ground.

"But what?" Yin Zhiping's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Yang Guo's shoulder: "Guo'er, did you see something?"

Yang Guo disgustedly shook off Yin Zhiping's hand, slowly wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, and only after he had whetted his cheap master's appetite to the point of being on the verge of collapse did he take out two muddy radishes from his pocket.

"I didn't see the person, but Granny Sun gave me this."

Yin Zhiping was stunned.

"This...this is..."

"Grandma Sun said that Fairy Sister planted these herself a few days ago," Yang Guo said mysteriously, making up a story. "I heard that Fairy Sister loves to tend to these things, watering and loosening the soil every day, and she doesn't even let anyone else see them."

Yin Zhiping's eyes were filled with fanaticism as he muttered to himself, "She planted it herself... she planted it herself... there are still her fingerprints on it..."

Looking at Yin Zhiping's appearance, Yang Guo felt a sense of absurdity.

"Master, this radish..." Yang Guo pretended to take it back.

"Give it to me!" Yin Zhiping almost roared as he snatched the two radishes and held them tightly to his chest, afraid that Yang Guo would change his mind.

Then, seemingly realizing his lapse in composure, he quickly composed himself and forced an explanation, "What I was thinking was... that this radish, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, might be good for... for use in medicine."

"I understand, I understand. It's used in medicine; lovesickness is also an illness." Yang Guo chuckled.

Yin Zhiping's face turned a deep purplish-red, but he couldn't bear to let go of the radish in his arms. He took out a silver ingot from his pocket, stuffed it into Yang Guo's hand, and said urgently, "Well done, Guo'er. In the future... if there are any more of these 'miracle drugs,' be sure to save them for your master."

"Don't worry, Master." Yang Guo tossed the silver in his hand, his eyes bright. "Besides, Granny Sun mentioned you today!"

"Really?" Yin Zhiping was overjoyed.

Yang Guo looked at Yin Zhiping's expectant face and chuckled inwardly.

Mention you? Mention you my foot! That old woman started cursing whenever the Quanzhen Sect was mentioned.

But I can't say that.

"Yes, of course I mentioned it." Yang Guo said in a serious tone, "Granny Sun said that among all the Taoists in the Quanzhen Sect, only the one surnamed Yin is somewhat pleasing to the eye. At least he knows manners and is not as annoying as the others."

Yin Zhiping was overjoyed and felt completely elated: "Really? Mother-in-law really said that?"

"How could I dare lie to my master?" Yang Guo wrapped up the remaining roast chicken. "Master, your strategy is correct. We must proceed gradually. You see, I have already successfully infiltrated the enemy's ranks... oh no, I mean, established a good relationship with Granny Sun. Next, if we just put in a little more effort and get Granny Sun to say a few good words for us to the Fairy Sister, won't your plan be successful?"

"That makes sense, that makes sense." Yin Zhiping nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with affection as he looked at Yang Guo. "Guo'er, you are truly a good disciple of your master. If you need anything in the future, just tell your master. Do you have enough money? If not, your master has more."

"That's enough, that's enough." Yang Guo patted the bulging pouch in his arms. "Master, you go ahead with your work. I'm going to practice my skills. I'll strive to master unparalleled martial arts as soon as possible and make you proud."

After seeing Yin Zhiping off, Yang Guo looked at the roast chicken in his hand and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

What kind of Taoism do these Quanzhen Taoists cultivate?

The old desire power, the young desire sex.

In other words, they are clever enough to survive in this narrow space.

but……

Yang Guo looked at the tightly closed stone door.

Simply trying to please Granny Sun isn't enough; we need to find a way to force Little Dragon Girl out.

Or... should I go in myself?

Yang Guo stroked his chin, his eyes flickering.

But how do I get in?

He sat up and took out the book "The Song of the Great Dao of Quanzhen" from his pocket.

During his practice these past few days, he discovered that while the Quanzhen internal energy was peaceful, it was extremely resilient. If he could reverse this internal energy…

A bold idea popped into his head.

The Toad Stance that Ouyang Feng taught him emphasized reversing the flow of energy through the meridians, resulting in extremely powerful explosive force. In contrast, the Quanzhen Internal Energy Technique emphasizes going with the flow of energy.

in case……

Did he become "possessed" in front of Granny Sun?

Since the Ancient Tomb Sect possesses a miraculous healing elixir like Jade Bee Elixir, they must also have unique methods for treating internal injuries. If I were to suffer a mishap during my training and my life were hanging by a thread, Granny Sun certainly wouldn't stand idly by and watch me die.

If she can't save him, she'll have to beg Little Dragon Girl.

This is a risky move.

You might end up ruining yourself.

But who is Yang Guo? He is the son of Yang Kang, and the blood of a gambler flows in his veins.

Fortune and wealth are sought amidst danger, and so are beautiful women...

Yang Guo took a deep breath, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

I gambled.

However, it can't be today. I need to lay the groundwork for a few more days, let Grandma Sun feel more attached to me, and then the "trouble" will have the best effect.

Just then, I heard a melodious zither tune coming from afar.

The sound of the zither was clear and cold, like flowing water in the mountains, or snow falling on a cold night, conveying an indescribable loneliness.

Yang Guo rolled over and got up, looking in the direction of the sound.

Under the moonlight, a figure dressed in white could be vaguely seen sitting on the boulder above the ancient tomb.

is her.

Yang Guo held his breath and stared at her intently.

The music was devoid of any human warmth, yet it stirred a pang of sadness in the listener's heart.

Does such a godlike figure truly have no emotions or desires?