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

Watching Yin Zhiping disappear at the end of the mountain path with a radiant smile, Yang Guo's lips curled up.

Although Yin Zhiping is a pervert, there are advantages to his perversion.

"Two Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pills..."

After taking the last pill, thanks to the miraculous effect of the Jade Bed, he was able to save himself ten years of arduous cultivation. If he were to take two more, that would be thirty years' worth of refined internal energy!

Thirty years!

In this martial arts world, internal energy is the foundation of everything. No matter how exquisite the moves are, if the internal energy is insufficient, they are just fancy moves. Conversely, if one has internal energy accumulated over sixty years or even more, even the most ordinary Taizu Long Fist can unleash the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Take Guo Jing, for example. He was slow-witted and learned everything slowly. But because he obtained the internal energy cultivation method of Master Ma Yu of the Quanzhen Sect and drank the precious blood of the giant viper that Liang Ziweng had raised for twenty years, his internal strength became extremely profound. That's why he later became famous for his Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

When we return to Xiangyang, I'll definitely show off my skills in front of Uncle Guo and let him know what it means to not underestimate a young man's potential.

And then...

hey-hey……

Yang Guo's mind conjured up Huang Rong's beautiful face, which could be both happy and angry, and his heart burned with desire.

"If Sister Rong knew how successful I had become, I wonder what her expression would be? I'll definitely carry her on my shoulders and let her taste what it's like to be 'bullied'."

……

Upon returning to the ancient tomb, a hissing sound came from inside.

Yang Guo peeked out and saw that Xiaolongnu was practicing her martial arts in the main room.

She wasn't holding a sword, but rather two white silk ribbons. With a flick of her wrist, the ribbons flew up and down in the air like two living white snakes.

Her movements were light and agile, her white robes fluttering in the wind. At first glance, she truly resembled a goddess gracefully gliding across the water, her beauty beyond compare.

Yang Guo leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, and stared for a long time before finally pursing his lips.

It's beautiful, but too flashy.

The martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect emphasize speed and skill. Their movements must be unpredictable and their attacks cunning, aiming to catch opponents off guard.

But Yang Guo felt that something was missing.

He's a man, and deep down he admires the exhilarating feeling of powerful, visceral strikes. Floating around like that, dodging left and right, might look dashing, but if you encounter a master with profound inner strength and solid, hard-hitting skills, like Uncle Guo's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, no matter how fast you float, if he strikes with a palm that covers several meters, where can you hide?

If it gets even the slightest bit brushed against, this little body will fall apart.

"After all, the founder was a woman," Yang Guo muttered to himself. "This kung fu was created for women. It emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness and speed to defeat slowness. But my nature is to prefer brute force."

He recalled the original Yang Guo, who had practiced the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, learned the Quanzhen Swordplay, and even dabbled in the Nine Yin Manual. But what was the result? He was still utterly defeated when he encountered Li Mochou.

It wasn't until he lost his arm and practiced swordsmanship amidst the ocean tides that he grasped the principles of a heavy sword without an edge and great skill without artifice, finally stepping into the threshold of becoming a top-tier master. Later, he created the Ecstasy Palm, which was even more unreasonable and domineering, knocking down the Golden Wheel Monk, who had mastered the tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, with a single palm strike.

That's the kind of kung fu a real man should learn!

Just then, the bell in the room stopped abruptly.

Two white silk ribbons, like weary birds returning to their nests, fluttered lightly beside Xiaolongnu. She was slightly out of breath, and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, making her skin appear even more delicate and flawless.

Little Dragon Girl turned around, her eyes fixed on the doorway.

Yang Guo was leaning against the stone door, staring intently at her. He was still pondering the question of which was stronger, the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" or the "Heartbreak Palm," so his gaze became somewhat dazed and fixed on Xiaolongnu's heaving chest.

Little Dragon Girl's face turned slightly red.

Every night, Yang Guo would tell her stories of talented men and beautiful women, such as Zhang Sheng jumping over the wall to meet Yingying in "The Romance of the Western Chamber" and Bao Yu experiencing love for the first time in "Dream of the Red Chamber"... Although Yang Guo spoke in a veiled manner, the two of them, a man and a woman alone in a room, were both young and full of vigor. Some things, like wild grass in spring, took root in their hearts without them even realizing it.

In addition, Yang Guo was always talking without thinking, constantly finding ways to make suggestive remarks. Although Xiaolongnu didn't understand most of it, she knew that when this kid gave that wicked smile, he was definitely up to no good.

Although she was still clueless about worldly affairs, she was gradually becoming more perceptive.

I know that there are certain places between men and women that you shouldn't look at indiscriminately.

"What are you looking at?"

With a sway of her figure, Xiaolongnu stirred up a fragrant breeze.

Before Yang Guo could react, he felt a sharp pain in his ear.

"Ouch! That hurts!" Yang Guo cried out, grimacing, "Sister Long! Be gentle! My ear's going to fall off!"

Little Dragon Girl gripped his ear tightly with two slender, white fingers, her face cold as she said, "What were you thinking about just now? You seemed so engrossed?"

Yang Guo, following her lead, stood on tiptoe to ease the pain in his ear. "I was just so engrossed in watching you practice, sister! Your movements are like a celestial maiden descending to earth, breathtakingly beautiful! I was completely mesmerized!"

"Glib-tongued."

Little Dragon Girl gave a soft snort and released her grip.

Yang Guo quickly rubbed his bright red ears, just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he saw Xiaolongnu flip her wrist.

A hand slapped his buttocks, neither too hard nor too soft.

Yang Guo felt a jolt and almost jumped up.

"Why is this happening?" Yang Guo rubbed his backside, looking aggrieved. "They won't even let me look, and I get beaten for praising them! I can't live like this anymore!"

Xiaolongnu kept a straight face, but a barely perceptible smile flashed in her eyes.

"Who told you to keep your eyes darting around?" Little Dragon Girl said calmly. "Martial artists emphasize the unity of mind and spirit. Although you were looking at me just now, your mind was wandering off somewhere else. Your eyes were unfocused and you had no concentration. You deserve to be punished."

Yang Guo felt somewhat aggrieved.

We can't beat them.

Although this woman looks delicate and frail, her internal strength is not just for show.

But at the same time, she also felt a little sweet. Xiaolongnu was very measured in her actions. It was more like disciplining a disobedient younger brother than hitting him, and it was tinged with affection.

Yang Guo's eyes darted around, and his inner seasoned veteran was awakened once more.

Since I'm not as good as you in terms of physical skills, I can only try to get some advantage through words.

"Sister is right," Yang Guo said with a grin, leaning closer. "I was indeed distracted just now. But I was thinking, although your ribbon skills are superb, it's still a soft weapon. If you encounter a hard weapon, like a spiked club or a bronze rod, will your soft ribbon be able to hold it?"

Xiaolongnu frowned slightly and thought about the question seriously.

"The Ancient Tomb Sect's martial arts emphasize using softness to overcome hardness," she said solemnly. "As long as your internal energy is sufficient, even the finest steel can be softened by a finger. What's so difficult about entangling it?"

"Really?" Yang Guo chuckled, his eyes slightly unfocused. "What if the opponent is extremely fast, moving in and out unpredictably, making it impossible to defend against? Will your tape still be able to keep up?"

Xiaolongnu felt that these words sounded a bit awkward, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

"In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken," Little Dragon Girl patiently explained. "As long as I am faster than him, I can subdue him. If you want to learn, I can teach you the 'Heavenly Net Formation,' which is specifically designed to train hand speed."

"Hand speed?" Yang Guo almost burst out laughing. "That's great! I've been single for nineteen years, and my hand speed still needs improvement. If I master this Heavenly Net Formation, whether I'm catching sparrows or... doing something else, I'll definitely catch them every time!"

Xiaolongnu rolled her eyes at him. Although she didn't understand what the "single for nineteen years" joke meant, she knew that this guy couldn't say anything nice.

Stop being so cheeky.

Little Dragon Girl turned around and walked to a large wooden box in the corner of the stone chamber.

She opened the box, rummaged around inside for a while, then took out a roll of something and tossed it to Yang Guo.

"then."

Yang Guo instinctively reached out and caught it.

It feels as light as if it were nothing to the touch, and as smooth as grease.

This is a fine piece of silk.

Moreover, the fabric is extremely thin.

If you look at the light of that ever-burning lamp, you can even see the scene on the other side clearly through the fabric.

Semi-transparent!

This is gauze!

"Sister..." Yang Guo held the piece of cloth, his throat dry. "What...what are you going to do with this?"

Xiaolongnu tidied her slightly disheveled hair, her expression calm.

"Didn't you say yesterday that my clothes use too much fabric and aren't good for practicing martial arts?"

She pointed to the cloth in Yang Guo's hand, "Since you're so considerate, take this material and make two sets according to yesterday's design."