The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

It turns out that when Yang Guo was born, his courtesy name was given to him by Guo Jing.

Yang Guo, courtesy name Gaizhi.

Guo Jing had a deep connection with the Quanzhen Sect, and Wang Jiuling had been kind to the Guo family on more than one occasion, even helping him to teach Yang Guo.

In Guo Jing's heart, he and Wang Jiuling were no longer just simple fellow disciples.

With Wang Jiuling right beside him, Guo Jing had a sudden inspiration and decided to follow suit.

Wang Jiuling did not refuse.

He first picked up Guo Polu.

Guo Polu hadn't opened his eyes yet. When he felt someone holding him, he didn't cry, but instead stretched out his little hands.

He grasped Wang Jiuling's finger tightly as soon as Wang Jiuling offered it to him.

Wang Jiuling smiled as she looked at the child in her arms.

"This child was born in a chaotic world, but he will surely grow up to be a man as upright and honorable as his senior brother."

Protect our homeland and restore peace to our land.

Why not...

Why not name it Huai'an?

Guo Jing listened from the side, repeating what he heard.

"Huai'an...Guo Huai'an!"

"Excellent, junior brother! That's a great choice of characters!"

Subsequently, Wang Jiuling gave Guo Xiang a courtesy name.

"They are twins, so why don't we name this child Nian'an?"

Guo Jing savored these two words.

One is Huai'an, the other is Nian'an; they are truly a perfect match.

"Junior brother, you truly understand me. My heart is set on restoring the Song Dynasty and protecting the peace of its people!"

Guo Jing was overwhelmed with emotion as he looked at Wang Jiuling, his heart churning with feelings.

"Junior brother! On this auspicious day, why don't we become sworn brothers?"

Judging from Guo Jing's expression and tone, it was clear that this was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Wang Jiuling paused for a moment, but quickly nodded.

"How could I refuse such a request from my senior brother?"

Although they were of different ages, they were of the same generation, and Wang Jiuling no longer regarded Guo Jing simply as his senior brother.

Seeing Wang Jiuling agree so readily, Guo Jing laughed. "Good, good!"

Today, the Guo family is truly blessed with double good fortune.

Guo Jing was a man of his word. The next day, the two of them formally became sworn brothers at Guo Jing's residence, with many martial arts figures from Xiangyang as witnesses.

Guo Jing was older, so he was naturally the eldest brother.

To be honest, Wang Jiuling felt a little uncomfortable calling Guo Jing "Big Brother" for the first time.

But the one who suffered the most was probably Guo Fu.

She was terrified a couple of days ago. Her mother had finally given birth to her younger brother and sister, and she was initially quite happy.

But to everyone's surprise, Guo Jing actually became sworn brothers with that stinky Taoist priest.

Guo Jing, being a stickler for rules, insisted on pulling Guo Fu over to change her form of address, making her call Wang Jiuling "Uncle Wang" from now on.

At the dinner table, Guo Fu's face was flushed.

"Smelly..."

Before she could finish speaking, Guo Jing's eyes widened. "Hmm?"

Beside her, Huang Rong put down the bowl of red date porridge and tugged at Guo Fu's sleeve.

Guo Fu was furious. Not only was she not allowed to sit at the same table as her elders during meals, but she was also forced to call Wang Jiuling "Uncle"...

But seeing Guo Jing's increasingly dangerous gaze, Guo Fu knew that if she dared to utter a single word like "stinky Taoist priest," she would be in for a world of trouble.

Wang Jiuling was also helpless; he was actually too lazy to care about these things.

But Guo Jing wouldn't allow it.

They used to be fellow disciples, so Guo Jing didn't insist.

Now that they've become sworn brothers, Guo Jing's words, "Second brother, listen to your elder brother! Propriety cannot be disregarded!" shut Wang Jiuling up.

"Uncle!"

Guo Fu knew she couldn't win against him, so she simply shouted it out loud, but her face immediately turned red.

Wang Jiuling nodded.

"Ugh!"

This sound was even more unbearable for Guo Fu.

"Mom! You rest first, I'll go take care of my younger brother and sister!" After saying that, she left quickly with a sour face.

"You silly child!"

Guo Jing was somewhat displeased with her appearance and wanted to call Guo Fu to stop, but Wang Jiuling quickly told him to eat first.

During the meal, Guo Jing mentioned something to Wang Jiuling.

The current prime minister, Shi Songzhi, was insulted.

"The reason is that he has a nephew named Shi Jingqing."

"Once, after drinking too much at a literary gathering, he actually spoke ill of his uncle in public."

"It is said that Shi Song seized power and interfered extensively in court affairs."

"In the end, he was stopped and sent back by his friend. It is said that Shi Songzhi was furious and put Shi Jingqing under house arrest."

Guo Jing spoke while sighing with emotion.

"Alas! The Song Dynasty court is now ruled by treacherous officials!"

Wang Jiuling was somewhat surprised to hear this.

Shi Jingqing? I had just said goodbye to him before he went into the desert, and I never expected to hear news about him from Guo Jing.

"Brother, to be honest, Brother Shi is my good friend."

Wang Jiuling also recounted how he first met Shi Jingqing.

"At that time, I advised him not to waste his life trapped in that small space."

Wang Jiuling couldn't help but sigh, "The literati of the Song Dynasty still have a lot of integrity."

Xiangyang City is now bustling with activity. First, they won a battle, then Hero Guo was born a son and a daughter, and he even became sworn brothers with Master Qingyang.

The news spread like wildfire, and everyone was overjoyed, saying it was an auspicious sign.

They say the Song Dynasty is about to recover.

Unlike the festive atmosphere in Xiangyang, Kublai Khan was not doing so well in the Mongol camp in Nanyang.

In the dead of night, Kublai Khan was awakened from his bed.

He had just dreamt again of the scene in front of Xiangyang City, where Wang Jiuling attacked from mid-air and almost killed him with a single palm strike.

Hearing the commotion, the guards outside came in and found Kublai Khan sitting on the bed, panting.

He gestured to the guards to light the lamps, then went outside and looked at the moon in the sky.

Kublai Khan, however, could no longer fall asleep.

After waking from the nightmare, Kublai Khan felt no fear, only longing.

He recalled Wang Jiuling's heroic figure on the arena back in Tingzhu Garden.

There was also the time when one of his troops was blocked by another.

Thinking of the figure of the enemy in front of Xiangyang City, he couldn't help but sigh, "Heroes in the Central Plains martial arts world are as numerous as carp crossing a river."

Kublai Khan grew up on the grasslands.

Guo Jing, the Golden Knife Prince Consort of yesteryear, was the most talented man Kublai Khan had ever heard of.

Wang Jiuling, however, was the strongest genius Kublai Khan had ever seen.

Why are there no such people on the Mongolian grasslands?

He finally managed to invite the Golden Wheel Dharma King from the Tibetan border, and honored him as the Mongolian National Preceptor.

But not only could the Mongolian national advisor not defeat Guo Jing, he was also defeated and forced to flee by that young Taoist priest.

Why wasn't Wang Jiuling the national advisor of his Mongol kingdom?

What was so great about the Song Dynasty?

If Wang Jiuling were his man, Jinlun, that good-for-nothing, would at most be Wang Jiuling's pawn, and wouldn't be able to compare to Wang Jiuling at all!

As for Xiao Xiangzi, who had already been killed by Wang Jiuling's palm strike, he was utterly useless!

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

"How can these good-for-nothings help me achieve my grand ambitions?"

Thinking about it, Kublai Khan took out the long sword that Wang Jiuling had left behind.

Even after all this time, the longsword remains bright and without a trace of rust, because Kublai Khan often polishes it.

Kublai Khan squinted, his fingers gently tracing the dulled blade of the longsword. He then took a deep breath, his longing for Wang Jiuling reaching its peak.

Such heroes and valiant men are what he truly yearns for.

"Go! Summon all my advisors! I have urgent business to attend to! Tell them to hurry!"

The guards ran off to carry out their business, and Kublai Khan closed his eyes slightly.

Thinking about it, I couldn't sleep at night.