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

With a single move, Xiaolongnu used her "Strong Man Lock" technique to hold Yang Guo down tightly. He struggled for a long time but still couldn't move.

With his head locked in place by those long, slender legs, Yang Guo simply stopped struggling and began to pant heavily, his nose filled with the cool, ethereal fragrance emanating from Xiaolongnu.

Seeing Yang Guo looking like a dead fish, Xiaolongnu lost interest, stretched out her long legs, and straightened her slightly disheveled skirt.

"Do you submit or not?" Little Dragon Girl looked down at him.

Yang Guo felt extremely aggrieved.

He himself is currently in decent physical condition and has decent lightness skills, but all he knows are farming techniques, which are no match for the exquisite martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

"Clothes."

"Sister Long's 'Immortal's Headlock' move is truly masterful."

Little Dragon Girl didn't object to his random naming, but simply pointed to a pile of clothes in the corner.

"You have to accept the consequences of your bet."

Yang Guo looked in the direction she was pointing.

There were several white clothes that had been washed there, and the one on top was a close-fitting undershirt made of a thin and very breathable material.

Yang Guo swallowed.

Normally, he would be overjoyed to go wash it.

But now that they've lost the competition, they have to do this kind of rough work, which changes the nature of the situation.

"What? Trying to renege on your debt?" Little Dragon Girl's voice turned cold.

"Of course not!" Yang Guo immediately put on a smiling face, bent down and picked up the pile of clothes. "Being able to wash clothes for Sister Long is a blessing I've accumulated over several lifetimes. You wait here, I'll go right now, and I guarantee they'll be whiter than new!"

As Yang Guo walked, he thought about the lecherous Taoist priest Yin Zhiping who had asked him to get some of Sister Long's personal items. Should he secretly hide them?

……

……

There is an underground river deep inside the ancient tomb.

The river water was icy cold, perfect for washing clothes.

Yang Guo squatted by the river, holding a club in his hand, idly tapping the white-clad figure on the stone.

She rubbed the thin little garment in her hands; it felt silky smooth and soft to the touch.

The sensation of being locked up by Xiaolongnu just now involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Even through her skirt, he could feel the amazing elasticity of Xiaolongnu's thighs. The faint fragrance lingered in his nostrils, mixed with a hint of warmth from the intense exercise, shooting straight to the top of his head.

"Snapped!"

Yang Guo slapped himself hard.

"What are you thinking! Do you think you can even dream about that? She's that old bastard Yin Zhiping's goddess!"

Besides, I already have Sister Rong'er!

The thought of Rong'er's ripe and delicious taste filled Yang Guo with a surge of heat.

He took a deep breath and cleared his mind of distractions.

Now is not the time to think about women.

This competition made him realize his shortcomings.

Having internal strength alone is not enough, nor is having lightness skills alone. If someone gets close, even the best movement techniques are useless. You must have a way to escape.

"Bone-shrinking technique".

A passage from the Nine Yin Manual popped into Yang Guo's mind.

This thing sounds like a street performer's trick, but in the Nine Yin Manual, it's an extremely profound technique. If you master it, all the joints in your body can be freely displaced and contracted. At that point, not only would you not be locked up by those long legs, but you could also slip out even if you were bound like a dumpling with iron chains.

Let's start practicing right away.

For the next ten days, Yang Guo spent all his time practicing the Bone Shrinking Technique, except for telling Xiaolongnu how the monkey had fortuitously obtained a Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel) that could change size at will.

Practicing this skill is incredibly painful.

You have to dislocate the joint yourself first, and then use your internal force to forcibly stretch the fascia. In the ancient tomb, every night you can hear a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound, like a mouse grinding its teeth in the middle of the night.

Noon on the tenth day.

Yang Guo was lying on the cold jade bed, telling Xiaolongnu about the monkey stealing peaches from the immortals.

"That monkey is so ignorant. Instead of staying with seven beautiful fairies and doing something worthwhile, he insists on eating peaches." Yang Guo curled his lip. "If it were me..."

Little Dragon Girl held a jade bee needle in her hand, gesturing it towards the light, and said calmly, "What if it were you?"

"If it were me, I would naturally pick the peaches first and give them to Sister Long to try." Yang Guo changed the subject, showing a strong desire to survive.

Xiaolongnu smiled slightly, but did not expose him.

Just then, a series of urgent bird calls came from outside.

"Coo-coo—quack!"

Yang Guo's expression changed.

This was the secret code he and Yin Zhiping had agreed upon. Unless it was an extremely urgent matter, this cheap master wouldn't come to call the soul at this time.

"Sister Long, my stomach is a little upset, I need to go to the outhouse." Yang Guo clutched his stomach and made a fake "ouch" sound.

Little Dragon Girl didn't even look up: "Go ahead. Just don't fall in."

……

After leaving the ancient tomb, we ventured into that familiar grove of trees.

Yang Guo spotted Yin Zhiping at a glance.

The old Taoist priest paced around under the tree, his steps hurried and disordered.

"Master?"

Yin Zhiping suddenly turned around, and the look in his eyes startled Yang Guo.

His eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets were sunken, and his lips were chapped. He had lost all the composure of a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect.

"Guo'er!"

Yin Zhiping rushed over, shouting, "Something's happened! Something terrible has happened!"

"Master, please speak slowly." Yang Guo took a step back. "If the sky falls, someone taller will hold it up. What's wrong with you? Has that bastard Zhao Zhijing given you a hard time again?"

"Ten thousand times worse than that!"

Yin Zhiping, panting heavily, looked around to make sure no one was watching before lowering his voice and saying, "The matter of the pills... was overlooked."