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

The stone gate had been closed for a long time, and Yin Zhiping was still standing in the wind, his face covered in snot and tears, staring blankly at the tightly closed stone gate.

"Master," Yang Guo leaned closer and waved his hand in front of his eyes, "you're back to your senses. Sister Long has been inside for quite a while now, who are you putting on this show of affection for?"

Yin Zhiping suddenly grabbed Yang Guo's hand, his eyes filled with madness: "Guo'er! Did you see that? She smiled at me! She still cares about me! She has me in her heart!"

"Yes, yes, yes, it was all because of you." Yang Guo endured the pain from his wrist being squeezed and continued along the lines of his words, "Even a blind person could see what happened just now. Who is Sister Long? She's an ethereal fairy who doesn't eat the food of mortals. She usually has a cold face when she sees anyone, but only towards you, Master, is she... she's all tender and affectionate, with unspoken words."

Yin Zhiping felt completely relieved, thinking that the suffering he had endured for the past eight days had not been in vain, and that the cold steamed buns he had eaten for the past few days had not been for nothing.

Then, as if remembering something, he lowered his voice and said, "Guo'er, there's one more thing. If... if it's convenient, could you ask me for something?"

"What is it?"

"It is...it is something that Miss Long keeps close to her body." Yin Zhiping's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red as he stammered, "Even an old handkerchief, or...or a strand of hair would do. I want to keep it as a memento."

Yang Guo felt a chill run down his spine.

That old guy, he's playing pretty weird games.

But his face remained righteous: "Leave it to me! Don't even mention handkerchiefs, even Sister Long's old... cough cough, well, I'll get you some!"

"Good! Good disciple!" Yin Zhiping was moved to tears, patting Yang Guo's shoulder. "Then your master will return first. I still need to deal with the Quanzhen Sect. I will come again in a few days."

After saying this, the Taoist priest turned back every few steps, reluctant to leave.

Yang Guo watched his retreating figure, sneered, and turned around to press the mechanism.

With a creaking sound, the stone door opened.

The moment he stepped into the ancient tomb, the mercenary smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a fawning expression.

"Grandma, I'm home."

Granny Sun was sweeping the floor when she saw him come in. She didn't ask any questions, but simply pointed to the inner room and said, "Go on, the young lady is waiting."

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

Waiting?

Is this damn woman going to listen to the story of the monkey and Lin Daiyu again?

He dawdled as he walked to the door of the inner room and peeked inside.

really.

Little Dragon Girl was sitting upright at the stone table, holding the book "The Legend of the White Fox" in her hand, but her eyes were fixed on the doorway.

Seeing Yang Guo enter, she slammed the book down on the table, slightly raised her chin, and uttered two words: "Continue."

Yang Guo walked in with a bitter face and plopped down on a stone bench: "Sister Long, this story has a beginning, development, climax, and conclusion. How can I tell it all in one go? Besides, I'm still a Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect. I can't just tell you stories every day. If I understand the Quanzhen False Grand Competition, I'll be demoted down the mountain."

Little Dragon Girl frowned slightly.

What this kid said is true; it needs to be taken seriously.

Little Dragon Girl stopped and turned to look at him: "What do you want?"

"Let's practice." Yang Guo stood up, a sly glint in his eyes. "Sister Long, I've been lying on this jade bed for so many days, and I feel like I'm growing hair all over my body. Could you spar with me for a bit? It doesn't have to be serious, just... a little pointers?"

Actually, he just had an itch to do it.

Having just mastered the "Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian" (a martial arts manual), he was eager to unleash the power he had accumulated over the past ten years. Coupled with his foundation in Toad Style Kung Fu, he felt confident he could kill a bull.

But he didn't dare try it on Granny Sun, for fear of hurting the old woman.

Finding Little Dragon Girl is perfect. Her martial arts skills are unfathomable; she's just the right whetstone.

Little Dragon Girl looked him up and down.

Although this kid looks like he's always grinning, his eyes are actually quite bright.

"As you wish."

The stone chamber was spacious and chillingly cold.

Yang Guo stood in the center, stretched his neck, and made a series of crisp "crackling" sounds.

He feels great now.

very good.

The pure internal energy he had accumulated over the past ten years was like a dam filled with water, ready to release its floodgates at any moment. Although he hadn't learned any decent advanced techniques, as the saying goes, brute force can overcome any skill.

With his internal strength, plus the Toad Stance taught by his adoptive father Ouyang Feng, dealing with a delicate young lady would be a piece of cake.

"Sister Long, please give me your guidance."

Yang Guo struck a pose.

Stand with your feet neither too far apart nor too far apart, and clench your fists to protect the midline.

He secretly learned this move from watching Guo Jing practice on Peach Blossom Island. Although Guo Jing didn't teach him anything real, he imitated the starting stance perfectly, and it looked quite convincing.

Little Dragon Girl stood quietly opposite him.

Her hands hung naturally at her sides, without even adopting a defensive posture. Her clear, cold eyes glanced at Yang Guo indifferently, as if looking at a child who had just learned to walk and was about to stumble.

"Come."

She parted her red lips slightly and uttered only one word.

"Excuse me!"

Yang Guo let out a low shout and stomped his right foot hard on the ground.

"Bang!"

The bluestone slabs trembled, and he shot out like a cannonball, accompanied by the sound of the wind.

high speed.

It has plenty of power.

If that punch lands, it would knock down not only a person, but even a cow.

A confident smile appeared on Yang Guo's lips.

That'll teach you to lock me in that stone coffin before!

You've made a fool of me!

Today, I, your humble servant, will reaffirm my authority as a husband… I mean, I will reaffirm the dignity of the teacher!

The fist was about to smash into Xiaolongnu's shoulder.

Yang Guo was still pondering whether he should hold back a bit, lest he really hurt this fairy sister, and then he would be the one who felt sorry for her.

however.

The next instant, the white shadow in front of him flickered.

It really only shook for a moment.

It was like a wisp of smoke being blown away by the wind.

Yang Guo felt a blur before his eyes, and the beautiful woman who had been standing there vanished into thin air.

"boom!"

He couldn't stop his punch in time, and it landed directly in the air, creating a powerful gust of wind that made the ever-burning lamp in the corner of the stone chamber sway.

Where are they?

Yang Guo was stunned. Before he could react, he felt a lightness on his back.

"Smack."

A cool hand gently patted his Dazhui acupoint on his back.

The force was not strong, it could even be described as very gentle, like dusting him off.

But Yang Guo was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

If this were a life-or-death battle, and if he had a dagger in his hand or had channeled all his inner strength, his spine would probably be broken into three pieces by now.

"Too slow."

The calm, emotionless voice of Little Dragon Girl came from behind.

Yang Guo suddenly turned around and unleashed a devastating attack that swept across the battlefield.

The wind howled as the legs moved with tremendous force.

But Xiaolongnu was like a weightless feather, gently rising with the wind from his leg, gracefully swinging back three feet, just avoiding his toes.

That movement technique...

That's so unfair!

Yang Guo felt a surge of frustration.

He felt like a clumsy black bear trying to catch a nimble white butterfly.

He had great strength, but no leverage.

"Again!"

Yang Guo refused to believe it and used the power of his Toad Stance to push his palms out, trying to block Xiaolongnu's escape route.