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

Yang Guo held the letter in his hand, his palms slightly sweaty.

The letter contained three parts genuine emotion, seven parts melodrama, and the remaining ninety parts were entirely wishful thinking on the part of that old bastard Yin Zhiping. Yang

Looking at the aloof and detached Xiaolongnu, his heart pounded. It was like presenting a third-rate novel full of vulgar jokes to a saint—it was utterly blasphemous.

"Sister Long, this is... this is something my master asked me to give to you."

Little Dragon Girl was wiping the golden bell with a white silk cloth when she heard this, and her movements paused slightly.

"Your master?"

"That Taoist priest whose ribs I broke?"

"Exactly." Yang Guo chuckled twice. "My master... is physically disabled but mentally strong. He said that the pain of broken bones is nothing compared to the pain of unrequited love. So, as soon as he was able to get out of bed, he wrote this letter in blood... oh no, love letter."

Xiaolongnu frowned slightly, clearly somewhat resistant to the words "love letter." But Yang Guo, who had been holding his hand up, finally extended his slender fingers and picked up the letter.

Respectfully submitted.

Yang Guo secretly raised his eyes to observe.

Little Dragon Girl quickly swept her hand across the area.

At first, she remained expressionless. When she read "thinking of it like madness," her brow twitched slightly, as if she were somewhat puzzled. When she read "the pain of broken bones, the imprint in my heart," the corner of her mouth seemed to twitch, clearly indicating that she thought this Taoist priest was indeed mentally ill.

However, when she read the last paragraph, Xiaolongnu's expression suddenly changed.

He seemed somewhat anxious.

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no! Did I use too strong a word and disgust Sister Long?

Oh no, this has backfired.

Yang Guo's mind raced, and he quickly tried to smooth things over: "Sister Long, actually my master didn't necessarily want to bother you. It's just that the Quanzhen Sect has been in turmoil lately, and he's really at his wit's end. If you think this letter is too... too... well, just treat it as a joke and don't take it to heart."

Xiaolongnu ignored Yang Guo's explanation.

She stared at the words "leave Quanzhen," but what she was thinking was something else entirely.

If Yin Zhiping were to travel the world, his apprentices would naturally have to follow him around, serving him his food, clothing, lodging, tea, and water.

If Yin Zhiping leaves, won't this monkey follow him?

Little Dragon Girl looked at Yang Guo.

Although the boy was glib and greedy, he told a truly excellent story. Was the monkey caught after stealing the peaches? What happened to the seven fairy maidens who were frozen in place?

"Your master...is he determined to leave?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo assumed that Xiaolongnu was moved by the deep emotions expressed in the letter.

"That's right!" Yang Guo slapped his thigh and began to exaggerate, "Sister, you don't know, the sect is cracking down hard now, and my master is heartbroken. He said that apart from you, sister, he has no other attachment in this world. If he can't see you, he will have no choice but to leave his hometown and wander the world."

As Yang Guo spoke, he observed Xiaolongnu's expression. Seeing that her brows were furrowed even more, he felt even more certain that he had added fuel to the fire.

"Actually, my master, though he seems dull-witted, is a very honest person. He's truly devoted to my sister; he didn't even utter a sound when he broke his ribs just to see you. Such a devoted man is rare in this world!"

Yang Guo spoke with such fervor that he almost moved himself to tears.

Little Dragon Girl didn't hear a single word.

Her mind was filled with the image of Yang Guo carrying a bundle, following behind that stinky Taoist priest as he walked out of Zhongnan Mountain.

"Go tell your master," Little Dragon Girl interrupted Yang Guo's endless chatter.

Yang Guo was taken aback and quickly shut his mouth: "Hey, sister, please speak."

"Meet me at the usual place tomorrow at noon."

Yang Guo's mouth dropped open. This... it's done?

Seeing her furrowed brows and disgusted expression, Yang Guo had already mentally planned how to dispose of Yin Zhiping's body. This turn of events came far too quickly.

Is this what they mean by "a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea"?

"Sister, you...you agree?" Yang Guo asked tentatively.

"What? Do I have to say it a second time?"

Xiaolongnu made up her mind that she had to stop Yin Zhiping from taking Yang Guo away.

Yang Guo had no idea of ​​Xiaolongnu's complicated thoughts.

He assumed that the deep affection in that letter had finally moved the fairy.

"No need, no need! I heard you clearly!" Yang Guo beamed with joy, slapping his thigh. "Sister Long, you truly have the heart of a Bodhisattva! I'll go tell Master right away and let him have a good laugh!"

Having said that, Yang Guo, fearing that Xiaolongnu might change her mind, slipped away from the stone chamber in a flash.

……

Yang Guo hummed a little tune as he walked along the mountain path toward Chongyang Palace.

This was his first visit to the Quanzhen Sect since he entered the forbidden area behind the mountain.

As soon as Yang Guo stepped into the territory of Chongyang Palace, he sensed that something was wrong.

At this time of day, the training ground would normally be filled with shouts and cheers, but this time it was eerily quiet.

Occasionally, we would encounter a few young Taoist priests on the road, all of them with their necks hunched and their steps hurried.

"Is it really that big of a deal?" Yang Guo scoffed. "It's just a lost pill, isn't it?"

It seems that old man Yin Zhiping wasn't exaggerating; the Quanzhen Sect is truly shrouded in white terror right now.

That scoundrel Zhao Zhijing is wielding his authority like a tiger; he's orchestrating a massive purge of the entire sect.

Yang Guo didn't want to cause any more trouble; he just wanted to find Yin Zhiping as soon as possible to share the good news, and then return to the Ancient Tomb to continue practicing his martial arts.

He lowered his body, preparing to go around through the side hall.

"stop!"

A loud shout came from behind.

Yang Guo rolled his eyes.

What I feared most came to pass.

Several disciples dressed in blue Taoist robes were blocking the entrance to the corridor. The one in the lead, with a fleshy face and a round belly, was none other than Lu Qingdu, Zhao Zhijing's eldest disciple.

Lu Qingdu was followed by three or four followers. They didn't look like a Taoist priest, but rather like bandits who had just come down the mountain to collect protection money.

"Hey, isn't this Junior Brother Yang?"

Lu Qingdu said sarcastically, "What, you've finally decided to come back? I thought you'd died out there."

A month ago, in the Quanzhen Sect's small competition, Yang Guo narrowly won against Lu Qingdu by a move or two. Lu Qingdu has always considered this a great humiliation.

Today, Master Zhao Zhijing happens to be in charge of the Discipline Hall and is thoroughly investigating the case of the missing medicine. He has the imperial sword in his hand and was just worried that Yang Guo was not coming out of the back mountain and had nowhere to vent his anger. Unexpectedly, he delivered himself to his door.

Yang Guo ignored him and cupped his hands in greeting: "Senior Brother Lu, excuse me. I have urgent business with my master."

Lu Qingdu sneered and blocked his way. "The most important thing in Chongyang Palace right now is investigating the case. Your master, Yin Zhiping, is barely able to protect himself. What use is it for you to look for him?"

"Senior Brother Lu, watch your words." Yang Guo's tone turned cold. "We're all fellow disciples, so leave some room for maneuver in your speech. It'll be good if we meet again in the future."

Lu Qingdu laughed loudly and said to his followers, "Listen to this! This kid is talking to me about the future? Yang Guo, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror!"

Yang Guo's eyes narrowed.

That fat guy has a really foul mouth.

In the past, given my low martial arts skills, I would have just endured this humiliation.

But now?

The profound and pure internal energy accumulated over ten years in his dantian was slowly circulating.

"Get out of the way."

Yang Guo only said two words.

Lu Qingdu was taken aback, then flew into a rage.

"You're asking for it!"

Lu Qingdu roared, "Today, your senior brother will teach you what rules really mean!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Qingdu slapped Yang Guo across the face with his large hand.

The other young Taoist priests behind him laughed gleefully, waiting to see Yang Guo suffer a terrible fate.

Just when his palm was only three inches away from his cheek.

There was a crisp "snap" sound.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

Lu Qingdu's body, weighing over two hundred pounds, was suddenly thrown into the air and landed on a bluestone slab more than two zhang away.

Lu Qingdu covered his face and rolled on the ground, letting out muffled wails.

Now let's look at Yang Guo.

He remained standing in the same spot, without even moving an inch.

"Useless trash, you dare to show off like that?"

The young Taoist priests around were all dumbfounded.

What just happened?

How did Senior Brother Lu fly away?

Ignoring the stunned expressions of the crowd, Yang Guo turned around and went to find Yin Zhiping.