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

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo nearly dropped the spoon in his hand into the bowl.

broken.

These past few days I've been so busy practicing my skills, copying scriptures, and telling stories to the fairy sister that I've completely forgotten about that cheap master outside.

"Grandma, I'm going out to take a look." Yang Guo finished the rest of the porridge in a few gulps.

Grandma Sun nodded and cleared the dishes: "Go on, but don't go too far. There aren't many good people among the Quanzhen Taoists. Only your master looks a bit silly and doesn't seem to have any bad intentions."

Yang Guo chuckled inwardly.

That's because you didn't see how lecherous he looked that night.

……

Outside the ancient tomb.

The sun was setting in the west, and the light in the woods was dim.

Yin Zhiping squatted in front of the thatched shed, his eyes glazed over, his lips cracked, looking as if he had just been dug out of a pile of refugees.

It's been eight days.

Eight whole days.

"Guo'er, you must not get into any trouble..." he murmured, a genuine worry flashing in his eyes.

But the next moment, that worry transformed into a ferocious rage. "You little liar... if you dare to deceive me..."

Yin Zhiping's expression shifted repeatedly, sometimes worried, sometimes fierce.

His mind was in turmoil; at times he feared that Yang Guo might actually die in the Ancient Tomb, and at other times he resented that Yang Guo had obtained his Nine-Turn Life-Extending Pill. At this moment, however, he was enjoying himself carefree beside that aloof fairy.

"No, we must tell Master about this."

He suddenly stood up and was about to rush towards Chongyang Palace.

Just then, the stone gate suddenly made a "creaking" sound.

Yin Zhiping stiffened and turned his neck.

A young boy dressed in a coarse cloth Taoist robe peeked out cautiously.

The boy had that familiar, irritating smile on his face, his complexion was ruddy, and he didn't look injured or dying at all.

"Master!"

Yang Guo shouted and rushed over with open arms, "I've missed you so much, my disciple!"

Yin Zhiping stood there, stunned, his mind buzzing.

He's not dead?

Not only did he not die, but he also looked even more robust than before he went in?

"You..." Yin Zhiping pointed at Yang Guo, his fingers trembling, "You little...you little wretch! You still know how to show yourself!"

Yang Guo rushed over and helped the swaying Yin Zhiping, his face full of grievance: "Master, what are you talking about? I was on the verge of death inside, almost losing my life! I had barely gotten out of bed when I rushed out to report to you that I was safe, disregarding my own life. Why...why are you still angry?"

"Nine times you died?" Yin Zhiping looked him up and down. "You look radiant! Tell me! What have you been doing inside these past few days?"

"I'm recuperating!" Yang Guo said sincerely. "The day I entered, I lost consciousness. Fortunately, Granny Sun was kind and fed me some rice gruel to keep me alive. For the past few days, I've been in a daze, but today I've finally regained my senses."

Yin Zhiping looked at him suspiciously, but when he saw Yang Guo jumping around, he finally felt relieved.

As long as people are alive, there is hope.

He grabbed Yang Guo's wrist and said urgently, "Stop with these useless words! Where's the map? Has the geomantic map of the ancient tomb been drawn up? Where is Miss Long's boudoir? You...you've seen...seen her celestial face?"

A barrage of questions followed, spittle flying all over Yang Guo's face.

Yang Guo subtly shrank back.

picture?

They've long forgotten about it.

"Master, you are unaware of the truth," Yang Guo sighed, his face filled with bitterness and resentment. "This ancient tomb is a labyrinth of winding paths. In the past few days, when I was awake, I was disoriented seven or eight times just wandering around in one passageway. To draw the whole map, I think it would be absolutely impossible without three to five years of painstaking work."

Yin Zhiping's face fell: "Three to five years? By then it'll be too late!"

"However..." Yang Guo changed the subject, winking and making faces.

"Although I have not obtained the map, I have accomplished a great feat in the past few days."

"What's the big deal?"

"My disciple has become quite familiar with that fairy sister."

Yin Zhiping was taken aback, then scoffed, "Keep bragging. Miss Long is aloof and doesn't even give me a second glance, why would she bother talking to a mere child like you?"

"Master, you're underestimating me, aren't you?" Yang Guo patted his chest. "You know my mouth, it can talk the dead back to life and make the living laugh. I used my eloquence a little, and Sister Long was amused... well, delighted."

"Sister Long?" Yin Zhiping's eyes widened. "How dare you call her that? She...she didn't slice your tongue off with a single sword stroke?"

"How could that be?" Yang Guo chuckled. "Not only do I call her Sister Dragon, but I've also spoken highly of you, Master, in front of her."

Yin Zhiping's breathing quickened: "You...you mentioned me to her?"

"I mentioned it! I had to mention it!" Yang Guo said with a straight face, "I said that my master is the number one hero in the Quanzhen Sect, with both literary and martial talents, and extraordinary appearance. What's most precious is his unwavering devotion! Just to see Sister Long, he was willing to endure the wind and rain here, becoming emaciated. When Sister Long heard this, she was truly moved... to tears."

Yin Zhiping was overjoyed, feeling as light as a feather. Although reason told him that the boy was probably just talking nonsense, the illusory sweetness was as intoxicating as fine wine.

"really?"

"More real than real gold!" Seeing that he didn't believe him, Yang Guo rolled his eyes and said, "Master, please wait. Your disciple will bring Sister Long out for you to meet."

"No, no, no!" Yin Zhiping was startled and quickly grabbed Yang Guo, trying to tidy himself up. "How can I face anyone looking like this? Let me go wash my face first..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Guo had already turned around and shouted at the top of his lungs at the half-open stone door.

"Sister Dragon—!"

That shout was full of energy.

Yin Zhiping was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

This kid's gone mad!

Daring to shout like that at the entrance of an ancient tomb, isn't that courting death?

He tried to rush over and cover Yang Guo's mouth, but it was too late.

"Sister Long! Come out for some fresh air! The weather's nice today, and my master wants to see you!"

After Yang Guo finished shouting, he turned back and winked at Yin Zhiping.

Yin Zhiping's face turned pale.

It’s over.

That's it, everything's over.

I'm definitely going to get stung by those jade bees and end up with a pig's head.

He instinctively wanted to find a place to hide, but just then, a soft footstep sound came from inside the stone gate.

Its voice was extremely soft, and its steps were extremely slow.

But to Yin Zhiping, it was like a thunderclap from the heavens.

A white figure appeared gracefully behind the door.

In that instant, the wind around them stopped.

Little Dragon Girl stood gracefully in front of the door, backlit, as if shrouded in a layer of ethereal mist. She still held the unfinished copy of "The Legend of the White Fox" in her hand, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, as if she were slightly angry.

"What are you yelling about?"

Her voice was clear and cold, like shattered ice falling onto a jade plate, yet it carried a subtle hint of reproach.

Yin Zhiping felt his heart stop beating.

It's really her.

It really is a dragon girl!

And... it really was Yang Guo who shouted it out!

Xiaolongnu thought Yang Guo was going to tell her a story outside, but when she came out, she immediately saw Yin Zhiping standing next to Yang Guo.

Xiaolongnu's heart skipped a beat.

She knew that Yin Zhiping was Yang Guo's master, and the two had met before.

Could it be that he came to call Yang Guo back?

If Yang Guo leaves, who will tell her the rest of the story about the monkey?

not.

We must not let him take the person away.

Although Xiaolongnu was naive and lacked worldly wisdom, she knew that one shouldn't hit a smiling face. Since this Taoist priest was Yang Guo's elder, she should be polite to him to avoid him forcibly taking her disciple back.

Thinking of this, Xiaolongnu suppressed the displeasure on her face.

Her gaze shifted to Yin Zhiping, and she forced a smile upwards, revealing what she thought was a proper one.

"Master Yin."

She nodded slightly as a greeting.

boom--

Yin Zhiping's mind went blank.

Laugh...you laughed?

Did the Dragon Girl smile at me?

Yin Zhiping stood frozen on the spot, mouth agape, drool almost spilling out.

She must have listened to Guo'er's words and been moved by my devotion!

She has me in her heart!

Yin Zhiping was so excited that his whole body trembled. He wanted to return the greeting, but his hands and feet wouldn't obey him, and his whole body kept twitching.

Yang Guo looked at Yin Zhiping's useless appearance and curled his lips in disgust.

This cheap master has such poor willpower.

He reached out and pinched Yin Zhiping's "Zhangmen" acupoint on his waist with a light touch.

"Ouch!"

Yin Zhiping let out a scream and finally came to his senses.

"Master, do you remember what I told you?" Yang Guo whispered in his ear, "Sister Long treats you very differently."

Yin Zhiping nodded repeatedly, his eyes reddening: "I believe you... I believe you..."

Seeing the two whispering amongst themselves, Xiaolongnu didn't want to stay any longer. The sunlight outside was too dazzling, and the way the Taoist priest looked at her made her feel like ants were crawling on her.

"If there's nothing else, you can go back now."

Xiaolongnu looked at Yang Guo, her tone calm, but the meaning was clear: Come in quickly and continue the story.

"It's getting dark, and the wind is strong in the mountains."

After saying that, she turned and left, her white dress fluttering, leaving without a trace.

The stone gate slowly closed.

Yin Zhiping was still in a daze until that white patch completely disappeared.

"It's windy..."

Yin Zhiping muttered to himself, two lines of clear tears streaming down his dirty cheeks.

"She cares about me...she's worried I'll catch a cold from the wind..."

Yang Guo: "..."