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

Yang Guo looked at Xiaolongnu.

At this moment, her plain white dress suddenly transformed into a golden jade robe in Yang Guo's eyes. Her face radiated a sacred "rich woman" glow.

I was just talking to someone about how difficult it is to buy a house and how expensive it is to get married.

It turns out the clown was actually myself!

Yang Guo suddenly felt that Yin Zhiping, that old bastard, was not worthy of such immense wealth.

How could we let our master bear the burden of worrying about money and the pain of having his soul corrupted by money?

"Sister..." Yang Guo put on an extremely fawning and obsequious smile.

"Actually, I think happiness has little to do with money."

"Oh?" Little Dragon Girl asked, puzzled.

Yang Guo patted his chest with righteous indignation: "It all depends on the person! For example, a strong and healthy young man like me, who can do laundry and cook, and who treats money like dirt, is the key to happiness!"

His eyes burned as he stared at Xiaolongnu, while the treacherous Cao Cao within him screamed wildly:

I'm so sorry, Sister Rong'er!

Xiangyang City is too far away, but this mountain of gold and silver is right in front of us!

I want to force myself to have a bite of this gigolo!

But soon, Yang Guo slapped himself in the face. Could he be the kind of person who would forget loyalty for the sake of beauty?

Sister Rong'er risked the world's condemnation and sacrificed herself for me, how could I betray her for such a small amount of money?

Yang Guo, you're such a scoundrel!

Yang Guo felt his heart was bleeding.

That room was filled with gold and silver jewelry!

If we had that kind of money, we could buy a ten-courtyard mansion in Lin'an City and hire a hundred or eighty maids to serve Sister Rong'er. What kind of life would that be?

But he can't take it.

"He who eats another's food is bound to him." If she took this money, who knows how much she would be squeezed out of her?

"Sister, these vulgar things are indeed dazzling."

Yang Guo turned away, no longer looking at the boxes that had almost driven him mad. "But for us martial artists, they are nothing but external possessions. Money is fleeting; only one's own skills are the foundation for a stable life."

Little Dragon Girl tilted her head and looked at him, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Although she didn't understand worldly matters, she had heard Granny Sun say that people down the mountain would fight each other over a few taels of silver.

This boy was just drooling over it, how did he suddenly change?

"You don't like it?" Little Dragon Girl pointed to the pile of gold. "If you like it, you can take whatever you want."

Yang Guo's lips twitched slightly.

Please stop talking, sister. I beg you.

I really couldn't hold back anymore.

"I don't like it!" Yang Guo gritted his teeth and said righteously, "Right now, I only want to do one thing."

"What?"

"Get stronger!"

Yang Guo stared intently at Xiaolongnu. "I've made a duel with Fatty Lu, sister. I'm going into seclusion for intensive training for the next three days!"

Xiaolongnu nodded, seemingly quite satisfied with Yang Guo's choice.

"it is good."

With a gentle wave of her hand, she pressed the lever, and the heavy stone door slowly closed.

As the golden light disappeared from sight, Yang Guo felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and a sharp pain shot through his body.

But soon, his eyes sharpened again.

"The Nine Yin Manual!"

He now possesses ten years' worth of pure internal energy, making him like a beggar guarding a treasure trove but without the key.

In the previous fight, he relied entirely on brute force and his unskilled Toad Style Kung Fu to hold on.

Once Lu Qingdu forms a formation, he will be completely lost.

You must learn the moves!

Yang Guo sat cross-legged on the cold jade bed, his mind rapidly flipping through the scriptures he remembered.

The first volume is about internal energy cultivation, and the second volume is about martial arts.

He has already practiced the "Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian" internal energy cultivation method, and his internal energy from the past ten years now circulates freely within his body, which can be considered as laying a foundation.

The techniques for holding your breath and contracting your muscles and bones are for escaping and saving your life; they're not very useful in a fight.

Soul Transfer Technique?

That's for dealing with people who lack willpower, and it's only for one-on-one situations; if there are many opponents, there's not enough time to use it.

What remains is external martial arts.

Yang Guo's gaze swept over the names of those moves one by one.

"Heart-Shattering Palm"? No, that thing is too insidious. One palm strike and all the internal organs will be shattered. If I really kill Lu Qingdu, those old Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect will definitely fight me to the death.

"White Python Whip Technique"? It feels strange for a grown man to use a whip.

"Playing the five strings"? Too refined, not suited to my fiery temper.

Finally, Yang Guo's gaze settled on a corner.

"Great Demon-Subduing Fist".

The text reads: This boxing style is extremely powerful and masculine, steady and fierce, with unpredictable and wondrous moves. Under the influence of its fist force, its might is unstoppable.

Yang Guo's eyes lit up.

That name sounds awesome!

Moreover, this fist technique is fierce and powerful, which perfectly complements his profound internal strength accumulated over the past ten years.

The saying goes, "One force can overcome ten techniques." No matter what kind of Quanzhen sword technique you have, I'll smash you and your sword away with one punch!

"Let's practice this!"

Yang Guo slapped his thigh, jumped up, and started gesturing to the diagram above.

First move, starting stance.

Focus your energy in your lower abdomen, grip the ground with both feet, and unify your waist and stance.

Yang Guo took a deep breath and threw a punch.

call!

The force of the punch brought with it a whistling sound.

"That's interesting!"

Yang Guo was overjoyed.

This Great Demon-Subduing Fist is indeed domineering; every move and stance exudes an arrogant "I am the best in the world" attitude.

However, although this fist technique is powerful, it also consumes a great deal of internal energy.

Yang Guo practiced for less than half an hour before he felt that the Qi in his Dantian was not flowing smoothly, and his arms ached as if they were filled with lead.

But he didn't stop; once he made up his mind, that crazy drive came through.

……

first day.

The sound of thumping could be heard continuously from the stone chamber of the ancient tomb.

Yang Guo, shirtless and drenched in sweat, was frantically attacking the air.

When Xiaolongnu came in carrying a bowl of jade honey, she saw Yang Guo running around the room like a mad monkey.

"What are you doing?" Little Dragon Girl asked.

"Let's practice our boxing!" Yang Guo wiped the sweat from his face. "Sister, what do you think of my move, 'Straight to the Yellow Dragon'?"

As he spoke, he chuckled and threw a punch at Xiaolongnu's face.

Little Dragon Girl didn't even lift her eyelids.

Just as his fist was about to touch her nose, Yang Guo felt a blur before his eyes, and the living person in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a pain in my buttocks.

Yang Guo smacked himself against the wall.

"All show and no substance."

Little Dragon Girl commented casually.

Yang Guo rubbed his bottom and got up, looking unconvinced.

"Sister, you're just bullying people because you think you can take advantage of my lightness skill! Let's fight head-on!"

Little Dragon Girl shook her head.

"Your boxing technique looks powerful, but it's full of flaws."

"Where is the flaw?"

"When you threw that punch, your armpit was wide open. If you had a sword, you would be dead by now."

Yang Guo was taken aback.

Looking back on that move, I realized that I swung my arm too wide in pursuit of power.

"Also, your stance is unstable," Little Dragon Girl pointed to his feet. "A punch should generate power from the ground. Your heels are wobbly; how much force can this punch have?"

Yang Guo scratched his head. Although he was discouraged, he had to admit defeat.

Although Sister Long looks aloof on ordinary days, her martial arts skills are truly remarkable.

"Then... Sister, teach me?" Yang Guo immediately seized the opportunity.

"I won't teach you." Little Dragon Girl refused decisively, "This boxing style is hideous."

The martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect emphasize lightness and elegance, while the Great Subduing Demon Fist is fierce and ugly, and is indeed not to her liking.

"No!" Yang Guo leaned closer and tugged at her sleeve. "What if I get beaten to death in three days if you don't teach me? Who will wash your clothes if I die?"

Little Dragon Girl thought about it.

Indeed, while the monkey was annoying, if it were gone, washing clothes would be secondary; the important thing was that there would be no one to tell stories.

"Then hit me," said Little Dragon Girl.

"what?"

"Use the boxing techniques you just learned to hit me." Little Dragon Girl put down the bowl. "If you hit me, I'll give you some pointers."

"You said it yourself!"

Yang Guo thought to himself, "I don't believe that with my ten years of internal energy, I can't even touch the hem of your clothes."

"Take this!"

Yang Guo shouted and unleashed the Great Subduing Demon Fist, the wind from his fist whistling as it hurtled towards Xiaolongnu.

This training lasted for an entire day.

Yang Guo went from being full of confidence at the beginning to questioning his life later, and finally to being shameless.

He discovered that no matter how he threw a punch, Little Dragon Girl could always easily dodge it and then casually give him a slap.

They might tap you on the head, kick you in the butt, or trip you.

Yang Guo was thrown around and was completely disoriented, his body covered in bruises.

But the more he played, the more excited he became.

Because he discovered that, through repeated beatings, his originally clumsy and stiff boxing technique had actually begun to become smoother.

Those unnecessary movements were eliminated, the angles of the punches became more and more tricky, and the control of the force became more and more precise.

Most importantly, he learned to take a beating.