The Legend of Condor Heroes

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One thunderclap

after another echoed through the mountains and forests, shrouded in torrential rain, making the already dark night even more eerie and terrifying. Lightning flashed across the sky, seemingly tearing the darkness apart, displaying the boundless power of nature.

Amidst the lightning, a dark house could be vaguely seen nestled deep in a valley. Since the Jin army entered the pass, many families had moved south for refuge, and this place seemed to be an abandoned house.

It was a house of moderate size, divided into inner and outer rooms, with a kitchen and a latrine. Knee-high weeds grew in front of the house, and the large trees in front of the door looked eerily strange in the night.

The doors and windows were tightly shut, and a dilapidated lantern swayed in the wind and rain, seemingly about to fall. A bronze mirror hung on the door for protection, and cobwebs covered the eaves. All signs indicated that no one had been here for a long time.

Yet, through the pouring rain, a woman's groan could be heard coming from within this abandoned house.
Could it be haunted? Today is July 14th, the Chinese Ghost Festival! It's said that many wandering ghosts like to roam on rainy nights.

If you peek into the inner room of the house by the light of lightning, you'll be horrified. The interior is completely different from the desolation outside; it's quite luxurious, with clean furniture and a nice bed. Of course, there are no ghosts on the bed, only people—a naked man and a woman, one of whom is quite famous. That famous man is none other than Yin Zhiping, the future leader of the Quanzhen Sect! However, the woman lying below is completely unknown; she's just a village girl from the foot of the mountain.

The Quanzhen Sect had been gradually declining since Qiu Chuji's time, and by Yin Zhiping's generation, coupled with the urgent situation and widespread fear, the restrictions placed on the Taoists were gradually ignored, and all sorts of evil things began to "prosper."

Two months ago, the Six Masters of Quanzhen received an urgent letter from Guo Jing in Xiangyang City and immediately rushed to provide assistance. Now the disciples were like birds released from their cages, each busy with their own "private affairs," some even using the excuse of their mothers being bedridden to go to brothels. After all, the Jin army was bound to invade sooner or later, so why not seize the time to break their vows of celibacy? There's a saying: "I was born with a gun, but haven't opened a case in over twenty years."

However, Yin Zhiping, being about to become the sect leader, had to put on a show. So he secretly ordered his confidant to find this secluded old house, where he and his old flame would have

their tryst. The woman was almost thirty, her eyes tightly closed, her breasts slightly sagging. But judging from her appearance alone, she was still quite beautiful. Now, this beauty clung tightly to Yin Zhiping like an octopus, enjoying the pleasure of sexual intercourse.

Yin Zhiping squeezed the woman's breasts, his penis thrusting wildly in her wet vagina. His lips kissed her earlobe, occasionally caressing her alluring body.

The woman's breathing grew heavier, her arms tightening around Yin Zhiping, her hips responding to the thrusts of his penis; both were nearing climax.

Just as Yin Zhiping was about to make his final thrust, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, a chill that pierced his heart. He turned around and nearly jumped out of his skin in fright: a long sword was pressed against his back, and at the other end of the sword were a pair of cold, wolf-like eyes. The fiery passion he had just felt vanished instantly.
The woman suddenly realized the man on top of her had stopped moving.

"Don't stop..." Before she could finish her sentence, a small hole appeared in her throat, silencing her, and another innocent soul was lost.

Yin Zhiping hadn't even seen how he had done it; the long sword that had pierced the woman's throat was now pressed against his own spine.

Beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

A chilling voice, as if from hell, said, "I want to make a deal with you."

Yin Zhiping was still young, with a bright future ahead of him; he didn't want to die.

They were almost back in the ancient tomb!

Yang Guo, however, was too exhausted to move, his body covered in blood. After being ambushed by Jinlun Fawang and Huo Du, and having struggled to escape for three days, he was nearing the end of his life.

"Look, Guo'er, there's a house over there! Hold on a little longer!" Xiaolongnu remained beautiful and charming; the hardships of life hadn't left any marks on her perfect face, only a more mature allure in her captivating eyes. She wasn't injured. This was actually because Jinlun Fawang and Huo Du had shown mercy, unwilling to harm her.

When Yin Zhiping came out and opened the door, both sides were startled.

"It's you?!"

"Last time I made a mistake, and my master punished me by making me stay here for three months to meditate, forbidding me to leave."

Yin Zhiping's lie didn't arouse suspicion from Yang Guo and the others. It was widely known in the martial arts world that the Quanzhen Sect's doctrines were strict. Who would have thought that this seemingly righteous sect was actually something else entirely?

Yang Guo and his wife were then arranged to stay in the inner room. While treating Yang Guo's injuries, Xiaolongnü told Yin Zhiping what had happened. Yin Zhiping, of course, treated the couple with exceptional hospitality.

After two days, just as Yang Guo's injuries began to heal, he wanted to leave with Xiaolongnü. The humiliation he suffered as a child while learning martial arts on Zhongnan Mountain was still unforgettable, and he refused to accept this act of kindness.

"But the Ancient Tomb has already been destroyed by Jinlun Fawang and his gang!" Yin Zhiping's words plunged the couple into despair.

"When we boldly broke our promise and rushed to check, the Ancient Tomb was completely destroyed, most of the artifacts were smashed. That scoundrel Huo Du even left a message in front of the tomb: 'Huo Du has come to take your dog's life'..."
Seeing the couple's increasingly grim expressions, Yin Zhiping stopped him in time.

"Long'er, I must avenge him!" His excessive agitation caused Yang Guo's wounds to reopen, and blood gushed out again. Xiaolongnü quickly supported him.

Standing before the destroyed Ancient Tomb, Xiaolongnü smashed the inscription bearing Huo Du's name with a single blow. The idyllic paradise they once shared was destroyed, deepening their hatred.

"Long'er, don't be sad. As long as we're together, we'll still have a home. Those two scoundrels, I'll take their lives sooner or later!" Yang Guo comforted Xiaolongnu, seeing tears in her eyes.

"You should stay at my place. After you've finished your meditation, no one will live there anymore; you can make it your home," Yin Zhiping said from the side.

"Thank you," Yang Guo said in a deep voice.

The help from others after their great pain brought some comfort to the couple.

"This is a healing medicine passed down only by our Quanzhen Sect," Yin Zhiping said, having rummaged around in the kitchen for a while before bringing out a bowl of medicine.

"Thank you so much," Xiaolongnu smiled gently and took the medicine.

Yin Zhiping was almost stunned when he saw her sunny smile! The scene of their lovemaking a few years ago flashed through his mind, as if he could see her firm, beautiful breasts through her thin clothes. His lower body involuntarily bulged.

Xiaolongnu's cheeks flushed slightly, but she ignored him and went straight inside. Yin Zhiping then came to his senses, inwardly cursing himself for his lapse in composure.

Having traveled the martial world for several years, Xiaolongnu had become shrewd. She first smelled the medicine; aside from a slightly strange smell, she couldn't detect any poison. Moreover, Yang Guo was seriously injured, so she couldn't worry about that now and drank it first.
The Quanzhen Sect's "single-lineage medicine" was indeed effective; after a few days, Yang Guo began to show significant improvement. However, a full recovery would take three or four months. Yang Guo and his wife no longer suspected Yin Zhiping.

Yin Zhiping also treated Yang Guo and his wife with great respect, rarely entering the inner room except to visit them, and often helping with housework. Yang Guo and his wife's goodwill towards him increased greatly, and they no longer guarded against him.

When Yin Zhiping was alone, images of Xiaolongnu's naked body would frequently flash through his mind, recalling her panting and gasping under his thrusts. Sometimes, seeing Xiaolongnu, he felt an urge to tear her clothes, grasp her alluring breasts, and caress her pubic hair.

Yang Guo's health was improving, and when he was bored lying down, he would talk to Xiaolongnu about the past and the future, temporarily putting aside his hatred. Only by healing his injuries could he take the villain's life.

One day, Yang Guo and his wife were chatting together again. Yang Guo was still unable to get out of bed, but he looked much better than a few days ago. Seeing her husband's flushed face, Xiaolongnu was secretly pleased.

"Long'er."

"Hmm, what is it?"

"How long has it been since we...?" Yang Guo asked tentatively.

"Nothing?"

"Ah!" Xiaolongnu's face flushed red instantly, and she turned her head to the side.

"You're so naughty! Your injuries haven't even healed yet, and your mind is already wandering! I'm ignoring you!"

"Good Long'er."

Yang Guo embraced Xiao Long Nu's delicate body, kissing her hair heavily, his hands roaming over her breasts.

"Oh, stop it, there are people in the outer room."

"Then let me give you a good kiss and I'll let you go."

Xiao Long Nu turned around and gently touched Yang Guo's face.

"Is this alright?"

"No!" Yang Guo pulled Xiao Long Nu tighter, kissing her cheek.

Xiao Long Nu, embraced by her husband, couldn't help herself and stretched out her arms to hug Yang Guo back. Yang Guo's hands, however, were restless, kneading Xiao Long Nu's firm breasts through her clothes. Xiao Long Nu couldn't help but let out soft moans, hugging Yang Guo even tighter.

Yang Guo slipped one hand inside Xiao Long Nu's clothes, gently pinching her small nipple, while his other hand caressed her full buttocks, enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed together.

Xiaolongnu suddenly snapped out of her daze and struggled to jump out of Yang Guo's arms. Her flushed cheeks made her even more alluring.
"Guo'er, be good. Once you're healed, you can have anything you want."

Yang Guo could only smile helplessly.

The small house was filled with a strong sense of spring.

Chapter 1: Misfortune

"Damn it, that damned bald monk! I'll fuck your whole family!" Aheng had been cursing his boss for so many years, but this was the first time he had used such vicious words.

He shook off the life-saving foam on his body and looked up at the sky, which did not belong to his era.

"Damn it, this joke has gone too far! How can I go back? I don't want to be stuck in this godforsaken place for the rest of my life. There's not even a TV, let alone cola."

Two days ago, his boss asked him to go to the Qing Dynasty to investigate the economy at that time. It was supposed to be an easy job, and he could rest for a while. Unexpectedly, the time traveler's computer suddenly malfunctioned during the flight, and all commands became invalid. Five minutes later, with a loud bang, Aheng was thrown into this godforsaken place. He then realized that this was nothing more than a trap deliberately set by his superior, designed to kill him.

The time traveler would temporarily lose contact with the ground during its journey, meaning that no matter what happened to Ah Heng, the base would be unaware. If he didn't return, the time traveler would be gone forever. "Damn it!" This was the three thousandth time Ah Heng had uttered these three words in ten hours. Treading on the knee-high weeds, he struggled to find a house in the ravine. The towering trees constantly blocked the setting sun, and he was almost in despair. His legs felt like they were filled with lead, barely able to move. Perhaps this was still the

primitive era? That would truly be worse than death. If he couldn't find a place to sleep before dark, he was in trouble.
"It must be that slut who gave herself away, letting that bald monk find out," said Ah Heng.

Ah Heng was handsome, and his profession was the enviable one: a time-traveling agent. He was a high-ranking official, but he was still an official; he married a beautiful Japanese
woman who could be his daughter. A beautiful flower stuck in cow dung; during sex, the bald-headed Tony only knew how to use his disembowelment to penetrate his wife's lower body, making the Japanese woman almost forget the difference between a disembowelment and a penis. So, kind-hearted Ah Heng would occasionally take the opportunity to offer his boss's wife some comfort in bed.

Actually, Tony had long been aware of their relationship, but he couldn't speak of it. If this got out, it would only become gossip fodder. This time, the plan was long in the making, to make Ah Heng leave this world forever. You

see, if an accident occurs during time travel, the security bureau has no way to investigate. No wonder Tony, a technician by training, personally performed a final check on his teleporter, and Ah Heng was even smug about it.

Fortunately, Ah Heng's spirit will never be outdated.

"Damn it! You bald bastard, you didn't expect this, did you?! I'm not dead! This life-saving foam was secretly bought for me by your slutty wife. That day you thought she went to Mars, but actually we were having a great time! Haha, she's been with you for so long, and she's never had an orgasm! After we finished that day , she was like a dead person, unable to move, completely submissive to me. And she even gave me this gift. Made by the Kentians, not some damn useless life-saving bag from Earth!"
"If I can fucking go back, I'll fucking your Japanese wife to death right in front of you! You bald bastard!"

Trapped in some unknown era, Ah Heng vented his anger with the most vicious language he could think of. But deep inside, hidden was a fear he had never experienced before.

"Is there really no chance for me to go back? No, I'm sure I'll be lucky!" But he couldn't find any reason to go back, and two lines of tears had already streamed down his face.

"Am I really going to die here?!"

Just as he was about to despair, as Ah Heng pushed aside another branch, he saw a woman, an ancient beauty who was as beautiful as a fairy even without makeup, staring blankly at him. He immediately forgot his current predicament, as if nothing had happened, and used his usual gaze to appraise this most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Before he could even wipe away his tears, his characteristic gesture came out.

"Hey, pretty girl!"

But Ah Heng soon realized how foolish his habit was. A flash of light, and a sword was at his throat. "You're not from around here! Who are you? Why are you dressed like that?" Even the voice shouting was the most beautiful music Ah Heng had ever heard. But

life was more important than a woman, and Ah Heng wasn't confused about that. He immediately cried out in surrender: "Ah, Miss, let's talk this out! Watch out for that sword! Can you please put it away?"

Cold sweat was already beading on his forehead.

The one holding the sword to Ah Heng's neck was Xiaolongnu, who was temporarily staying with Yang Guo on Zhongnan Mountain. She was picking some fruit for Yang Guo as the sun was setting when she encountered the strangely dressed Ah Heng.

She had already realized that Ah Heng knew nothing about martial arts. However, the way Ah Heng had looked at her earlier was truly lewd. Although she didn't understand the meaning of his gestures, she figured they weren't well-intentioned, so she drew her sword to teach him a lesson.

Once the sword was away from her neck, Ah Heng's courage returned.

"Miss, my name is Zhang Jiaheng. Is there anyone living here?"

Back in ancient times, his speech naturally had to incorporate some novelistic vocabulary. Unfortunately, his imitation was somewhat awkward, but his oily tone remained unchanged.

Ah Heng was quite adept at dealing with women. Although the times were different, Ah Heng could still manage to handle Xiaolongnu, who wasn't very adept at social graces.

Five minutes later, he learned that he had arrived in the Song Dynasty, specifically in Zhongnan Mountain. He had even persuaded Xiaolongnu to let him stay the night. However, he still hadn't managed to extract Xiaolongnu's name; although she didn't consider him an enemy, she still had some reservations.

"Zhongnan Mountain?" Aheng muttered to himself as he followed Xiaolongnu, "I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before."

But Xiaolongnu's graceful walk immediately made Aheng forget everything else.

"If you dare stare at me like that again, I'll gouge those pearls out of you!"

Aheng was startled. Did she have eyes in the back of her head?

So Aheng followed Xiaolongnu to the house mentioned at the beginning of the story.

Yin Zhiping, who opened the door, and Yang Guo, who was still lying in bed recovering from his injuries, were both startled to see Aheng. Who in the world dresses like that? Is he crazy?

Aheng could only awkwardly introduce himself, but concealed his background, saying only that he couldn't disobey his family's orders.

Yin Zhiping was about to become the sect leader, so arrogance was inevitable, and he also revealed his name.

"What? Yin Zhiping? Song Dynasty? Zhongnan Mountain?"

Aheng felt like he had been struck by lightning. Could it be that what Jin Yong's novels from three hundred years ago were actually true? Then why didn't the Time and Space Bureau have any information about it? Had so many people come to investigate and not found anything? There's no reason for this! Even so, how did Jin Yong know?

Ah Heng's head was about to explode. What on earth was going on?

Yin Zhiping was quite pleased to see that someone who didn't know martial arts recognized him. He patted Ah Heng on the shoulder and said, "Little brother, so you know me."

"Not only do I know you, but I also know everything you did to Xiaolongnü back then!" Ah Heng thought to himself, but didn't dare say it aloud.

"Then can you tell me where Xiaolongnü, Yang Guo, and Guo Jing are?" This was the first question Ah Heng wanted to ask after coming to his senses.

"If I find one of them, I, Zhang Jiaheng, can learn from them and become a great hero myself!"
Thinking of this, the fear of standing in front of this beast lessened considerably.

"This..." Yin Zhiping stammered.

"I am Xiaolongnü, and he is Yang Guo." Xiaolongnü pointed at Yang Guo and said.

"What do you want with us?"

She and Yang Guo were both wary of this uninvited guest.

"Ah, ah, hahaha!"

Now, all Ah Heng could do was laugh dryly.

Could he really risk being killed to tell Xiaolongnu that her virginity was taken by this guy in front of her, not the one lying in bed?

Life is more important than anything else. This was Aheng's motto for the past twenty-eight years.

"I think there's something wrong with Zhang Jiaheng. He's been keeping quiet about his origins."

After settling Aheng and Yin Zhiping into the outer room, Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo began to talk about the strange man from earlier that day.

"Long'er, you have to be careful of him. You can't see into someone's heart."

"I know! Guo'er, you go to sleep first, I'm going to take a bath."

After saying that, she flicked Yang Guo's nose and went to gather her clean clothes.

As Xiaolongnu walked through the outer room with her clothes, Aheng secretly glanced at Yin Zhiping lying beside her.

Those eyes, full of worries, seemed to be burning with intense lust.

"You're ruthless! You slept with such a beautiful woman and no one knows." Aheng muttered to himself.

In the kitchen, Xiaolongnu gently wiped her beautiful, flawless body with clean water. She was really too tired. Caring for the seriously injured Yang Guo, and guarding against the ever-present threat of Jinlun Fawang and Huo Du, no one had had a good night's sleep in half a month. Now, with the arrival of Zhang Jiaheng, whose allegiance was unclear, the trouble only intensified.

Oh well, they'd deal with whatever came their way. Stimulated by the cold water, Xiaolongnu felt much better.

Her beautiful hair swayed in the evening breeze seeping through the crack in the door, and her high, firm breasts appeared even more alluring in the dim light. As the towel was slowly moved to the grassy area, Xiaolongnu couldn't help but think that she and Yang Guo hadn't made love in a long time. Living under someone else's roof was naturally inconvenient.

"It's just that it's been hard for Guo'er to endure it for so long," Xiaolongnu blushed slightly, embarrassed by her own thoughts.

At that moment, her small nipples hardened, making her even more embarrassed.

"What's wrong with me today? I'm just having all sorts of wild thoughts."

Actually, this was all human nature. It's just that in ancient times, the concept of a virtuous woman was highly valued, leading to varying degrees of distortion in the sexual psychology of both women and men. The Chinese have taken too many detours in matters of sex.

Suddenly, with her unique sensitivity, Xiaolongnu sensed that someone was watching her. She quickly put on an outer garment and rushed out.

But the world remained eerily silent, and not a ghost could be found. Besides, with Xiaolongnu's current martial arts skills, few could get so close to her without being detected, not even the Golden Wheel Monk.

"Perhaps I'm being paranoid."

After so many days of exhaustion, one is bound to have some illusions.

And in a large tree not far away, a pair of wolf-like eyes were staring intently at Xiaolongnu's body, lust burning fiercely in his heart.

Chapter Two: Entering the Net

The next morning, when Xiaolongnu opened the door, she was startled. She saw Aheng kneeling with his head bowed in front of the door, while Yin Zhiping stood awkwardly smiling beside him.

"What are you doing?"

"Master's wife, please accept me as your disciple!"

After saying that, Aheng began to kowtow repeatedly. Although his head was throbbing terribly, and each bump he made was less severe than the last, the thought of being able to get whatever he wanted after mastering martial arts made the pain worthwhile.

"I don't take disciples," Xiaolongnu said, completely at a loss. This was the first time she'd encountered such shamelessness.
But rejection didn't faze Aheng.

"Master's wife, please make an exception and accept me! I'm so sincere! Once I master martial arts, I will definitely fight evil and uphold justice, and be filial to you and Master for the rest of my life! You don't believe me? If I break this oath, may I die a horrible death!"

Aheng made oaths as often as eating; when he was twelve and first pursuing a girl, he swore a blood oath to be a dog. And yet, it hadn't grown a tail.

"Get up! What kind of talk is this?"

"If you don't accept me, I'll kneel here for the rest of my life!" Aheng said resolutely.

Yang Guo was also startled and, ignoring his injuries, struggled to his feet.

"Ah, Master, you've come too! Please accept me as your sincere disciple!" Then came two more thuds.

Yang Guo was at a loss for words in this situation. How could someone ask to become his disciple so soon after meeting him? He could only offer some platitudes: "These days are chaotic with war, and we have enemies everywhere in the martial world. We can't burden you. Besides, you're too old; it's too late for you to learn martial arts now."

"I can do it! I can do it! Master, please stop refusing and just accept me! If you don't take me as your disciple, I'll kneel here for the rest of my life!"

"How about this, we'll still address each other as equals. We'll teach you some martial arts, but we won't be your masters."
Xiaolongnu saw that she had no other choice but to appease him for now. Mainly, they could tell that Aheng didn't know any martial arts at all, so they weren't afraid of revealing the martial arts routines if they just taught him casually.

"Thank you, Master's wife, thank you, Master." Aheng was overjoyed. Wouldn't the two moves that Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu taught him be enough to defeat half the world's invincible warriors?

"Let's practice the horse stance first."

Xiaolongnu took out an incense stick, and seeing that Aheng wasn't cut out for martial arts, she said, "Just stand there until this incense burns out."

"What? This is your horse stance?"

Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Aheng smiled awkwardly and squatted down a little more.

Xiaolongnu was both angry and amused, and could only demonstrate for Aheng.

First, Ah Heng's legs started shaking uncontrollably, then his jaw loosened, and his teeth chattered. Looking up, he saw the incense had only burned a finger's width.

"I can't take it anymore!" came the sound of his bottom hitting the ground.

Yang Guo was about to lecture him on the importance of hard work in martial arts when Ah Heng interrupted, "Master, teach me something easy and quick! Start with the horse stance, I really don't have time!"

Then he started "weeping," which was Ah Heng's specialty.

Yang Guo and his wife sighed, at a loss for words, and taught him lightness skills. However, practicing lightness required constantly jumping with sandbags strapped to his body, and Ah Heng only managed a cup of tea's worth before needing a change. Next came palm techniques, but this time Ah Heng couldn't bear the pain of hitting wooden stakes. So they practiced leg techniques…

That night, Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo lay side by side.

Xiaolongnu suddenly chuckled and said to Yang Guo, "With Aheng's appearance, how can he learn martial arts? Look at him, he can't endure any hardship at all. Look at how he stands in a horse stance."

Yang Guo found it increasingly laughable.

"And when he hits the wooden stake, it's like swatting a mosquito. He touches it lightly, afraid of damaging the stake..."

Both of them couldn't help but laugh. The laughter reached the outer room, where Yin Zhiping also chuckled, but didn't mock Aheng to his face. Today, Aheng wanted to become Yang Guo's disciple, which already made him very jealous. The fact that Aheng wouldn't become Yang Guo's disciple made him lose face; he'd definitely get back at this kid someday

. Aheng, on the other hand, was ashamed, his face flushed red. It seemed that if he wanted to achieve anything in this era, he had to find another way. But he currently had no skills whatsoever, and Yang Guo and the others were only willing to take him in because they had ulterior motives.
"What am I supposed to rely on to survive here?"

Actually, everyone has their own talents, but many people lack an optimistic spirit. Have more confidence in life, encourage yourself more; what peak in this world is insurmountable?

Just now, Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo deliberately raised their voices to try and dissuade Aheng from practicing martial arts. Otherwise, he'd keep bothering them, causing a lot of trouble.

"Aheng doesn't seem like a bad person,"

Yang Guo whispered.

"Mmm," Xiaolongnu responded, burying her head in Yang Guo's broad arms. Tired after a long day, she needed her husband's gentle embrace.

Yang Guo lovingly massaged Xiaolongnu's hands, lightly kissing her beautiful hair.

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, everything was so peaceful. Of course, there was also Aheng's soft snoring as he drifted off to sleep.

"Long'er, I want..."

Xiaolongnu murmured, burying her face even deeper, whispering, "Quietly, don't disturb them."
Yang Guo, as if granted a royal pardon, showered Xiaolongnu's face with passionate kisses.

Xiaolongnu couldn't help herself either, letting out a soft "Mmm," and proactively opened her arms to embrace her husband tightly.

Yang Guo, through the thin gauze of her robe, caressed her full and erect breasts. Xiaolongnu, now abandoning all shame, let her body burn with desire.

After a long kiss, she gently loosened her robe, revealing her flawless body to her lover.

"Long'er, you are so beautiful."

Yang Guo lowered his head to suckle her delicate nipples, his hands lightly caressing Xiaolongnu's jade-like buttocks.

Xiaolongnu's breathing grew heavier, her hair already damp with sweat. She pursed her red lips, trying hard not to let out any shameful moans.

Yang Guo moved his hands to Xiaolongnu's sparsely covered pubic hair, his fingers beginning to tease her tender labia. He sucked even harder on her crystal-clear, fully erect nipples.

"Mmm...mmm...Guo'er..."

Xiaolongnu finally let out a captivating moan, her genitals completely wet. They were completely immersed in the long-awaited pleasure.

The moon seemed to understand, disappearing behind the window, and the night grew even darker.

When Yang Guo entered, Xiaolongnu's cherry-like lips let out a soft moan, her arms tightly embracing him, her pretty face pressed against his broad chest.

They had endured so many days, finally unleashing their intense love in this dark night.

"Guo'er...Guo'er...ah..."

Xiaolongnu twisted her hips in response to Yang Guo's powerful thrusts, her hands constantly caressing his back. Her deliberately low moans filled the fragrant bed curtains.

Yang Guo pinched and rubbed her full breasts, her nipples fully erect from engorgement. Their lips met, both enjoying the heavenly pleasure.

The fullness in her lower body made Xiaolongnu almost lose control, her juices flowing freely. Each thrust of Yang Guo's enormous penis brought her to the peak of pleasure.

"Ah...Guo'er...ah..."

Xiaolongnu convulsed, reaching orgasm in intense pleasure. Yang Guo felt a warm current envelop his lower body, and after a few forceful thrusts, his semen gushed out.

"Long'er."

"Guo'er."

The two called each other's names, naked and embracing as they fell asleep.

Only then did the moon dare to peek out from behind the dark clouds. However, what it saw were a pair of eyes filled with jealousy; a storm was brewing.

Early the next morning, Aheng came to Yang Guo's room.

"Master, I've thought it through. I'm definitely not cut out for martial arts; I've given up on that idea."

Seeing their plan had succeeded the previous night, Yang Guo and his wife couldn't help but chuckle to themselves.

"Master, although my martial arts are lacking, I'm very clever. Let me follow you from now on!"

Yang Guo and his wife were startled by his request and quickly refused. They hadn't been hunted down; they had always wanted to retire from the martial world, and their biggest fear was being dragged down by someone.

No matter how much Aheng cried and pleaded, they absolutely refused. However, in the end, they agreed to introduce him to Guo Jing, who was guarding Xiangyang.

Aheng's sorrow turned to joy, and he took the initiative to serve Yang Guo.

Actually, Ah Heng didn't know anything, and they couldn't think of a way to "introduce" him. They couldn't very well lie and say, "Uncle Guo, we recommend an exceptionally bright and promising talent to you."

Sunlight streamed into the room, accompanied by a cool breeze, creating an unusually peaceful atmosphere.

"Long'er, I want to take my medicine again."

"How can you be like this? You're addicted to taking medicine. It was the same yesterday. It wasn't even time to take your medicine until noon."
Yang Guo smiled sheepishly, realizing he had gone a bit too far.

Seeing Yang Guo and his wife's loving relationship, Aheng couldn't help but think of Xiaolongnü's first night. He wondered what would happen if they knew.

Although Yang Guo had roamed the streets as a child, he had grown up in the Ancient Tomb and wasn't very knowledgeable about women. Xiaolongnü was even more clueless about such matters. So, they didn't notice anything amiss during their first time together. Xiaolongnü, out of shyness, naturally wouldn't mention that night. This was truly a stroke of luck for that beast, Yin Zhiping.

"That damned Yin Zhiping, when I have power and influence, I'll tear you to pieces,"

Aheng silently thought.

However, Jin Yong had already written the story clearly; Yin Zhiping didn't die that way. This made Aheng sad again. It seemed he was destined to be an unknown figure; otherwise, the name "Zhang Jiaheng" would surely have been written in the book.
An hour later, Yang Guo suddenly said awkwardly, "Long'er, I really want to take my medicine. Go and make me a bowl."

"Really, alright, alright, I'll go and cook you a bowl."

Xiaolongnu couldn't persuade him otherwise and turned to go to the kitchen to cook the medicine.

Aheng, however, was suspicious. With Yang Guo's willpower, how could he do this?

Could there be a problem?

"Master, try to endure it a little longer. I suspect..."

Yang Guo and his wife were both stunned.

An hour passed, and it was time for Yang Guo to take his medicine again.

Seeing Yang Guo's sweaty and uncomfortable appearance, they understood everything. It turned out that Yang Guo had been taking medicine laced with hemp!

In the Song Dynasty, hemp had not yet been discovered, so Yang Guo had been addicted for so long without realizing it. This was the first time the couple had ever heard of such a devastating poison.

"Guo'er, just bear with it." Seeing that Yang Guo could barely control himself, Xiaolongnu's eyes unconsciously welled up with tears.

Xiaolongnu drew her longsword, vigilantly watching the door. In this situation, they were practically doomed.
They had been caught in a trap, and the fishermen were about to pull it in.

Two dark figures drifted in, casting a gloomy atmosphere over the entire room.

Could they escape safely?

The ones who had arrived were Huo Du and Jinlun Fawang, whom Yang Guo and his wife least wanted to see!

At this moment, Yang Guo was struggling against his addiction, and their chances of winning were almost zero!
"Ah, since it's none of my business, I'll take my leave first."

Aheng broke the terrible stalemate first, lifting his foot to leave. Although he didn't recognize the two people in front of him, he could guess who they were. Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best.

"Stop." A longsword was pressed against Aheng's neck.

"If it weren't for you, we could have easily made Yang Guo obey. Although I don't kill those who don't know martial arts, you can't leave either!"

Jinlun Fawang's tone was still icy, making one feel as if a god was right beside them.

"If you wanted to kill me and Long'er, you could have done it anytime. It's quite a feat that you went to such lengths to drug us; you've really gone to great lengths. Where is that beast Yin Zhiping?"

Yang Guo, finally barely managing to withstand the effects of the drug's effects, began to mock his enemy. But the large beads of sweat on his forehead clearly indicated that he was powerless to retaliate.

"Ha, killing you is easy enough. It's a pity we can't kill you now; only you can help complete an important task. It's despicable that this junior ruined it. Given time, you'll be in a state of unbearable suffering! Then, you'll do whatever I ask!" "

You are despicable and shameless!"

Xiaolongnu, having witnessed Yang Guo's pain, knew he wasn't lying.

Huo Du, seeing Xiaolongnu's icy expression, grew even more smug.

"Little beauty, we still have some despicable things to do! Originally, we planned to control the Quanzhen Sect through Yin Zhiping, and then rely on you to find the Ancient Tomb Treasure." "

The Ancient Tomb Treasure!"

Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu exclaimed simultaneously.

"That's right. This is a secret even you don't know, somewhere in the ancient tomb. It was secretly buried by Wang Chongyang before his death, but he didn't have time to tell his descendants, leaving it to slumber underground for decades. Now we've reached an agreement with the Yuan army. Once we seize the Quanzhen Sect and the ancient tomb treasure, we'll coordinate from within and without, and the Song Dynasty will immediately collapse! My master will then take over the Quanzhen Sect. Yin Zhiping has already returned to the Quanzhen Sect to prepare to become its leader. Haha!"

The more Yang Guo and his wife listened, the more terrifying the conspiracy seemed. If the Quanzhen Sect betrayed them, it would cause immense damage to Xiangyang. Moreover, they couldn't openly rebel; instead, they would infiltrate Xiangyang as spies, colluding with outsiders, and the city would fall sooner or later! And the ancient tomb treasure was another major problem. If the news got out, it would inevitably lead to demoralization. They couldn't let the enemy's conspiracy succeed; such important information had to be communicated to Guo Jing and the others as quickly as possible.
But could they escape? Yang Guo had already lost the ability to fight; they were completely at a disadvantage, left to be slaughtered!

Aheng was completely bewildered. How could this scene not be recorded in the book? Was Jin Yong's memory failing him? Or was this history not what was written in the book? What time was it? Yang Guo's right arm was still intact; Xiangyang City wouldn't fall so quickly. But what about the Ancient Tomb treasure?

Unless a miracle occurred, no one could escape the combined attack of Jinlun Fawang and Huo Du.

"Yang Guo! I respect you as a hero, but can you even fight in your current state? You'd better surrender obediently to avoid a bloody battle,"

Huo Du said maliciously.

"Don't even think about it!"

Xiaolongnu's sword was already too short to reach Huo Du, and she dared not move. In the blink of an eye, the sword Jinlun Fawang had pressed against Aheng's throat was against Yang Guo's!

The situation was completely clear; they had nowhere to escape!

"Long'er, don't worry about me, run! We must inform Uncle Guo and the others. We can't let everyone be harmed because of me!"

Yang Guo knew that with Xiaolongnu's lightness skill, she could barely escape. But he also knew that Xiaolongnu would never abandon him and run away alone, so he tried to persuade her with righteousness.

"Don't hurt Guo'er!"

Xiaolongnu's long sword fell to the ground, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. How could she abandon the injured Yang Guo?

"Guo'er, I'm sorry, I can't do that."

Yang Guo and Aheng also couldn't help but shed tears. What awaited the three of them was a long darkness!

The wind howled in, and although it was a hot summer day, it still made people feel a chill that penetrated to the bone.

Chapter 3 Crisis

"Let me out!"

"Let me have a bite!"

Looking at the abundant food, but unable to reach it, Aheng was almost driven crazy.

They had been locked in this dark and damp dungeon for two days, and not only were they not given food, but abundant food was also placed in front of them. Ah Heng's stomach had been growling with hunger for a long time. He had never suffered such torture in his life.
"Ah Heng, save your energy. It's no use; they just want to torture us like this,"

Yang Guo's voice came from the cell next door.

For two days, they had chatted and told jokes to pass the time, but they couldn't see each other. Yang Guo also occasionally struggled to resist his gambling addiction. Xiao Longnv, after having her acupoints sealed, was "preferentially" locked in a side room, where she was provided with food and drink. However, worried about her husband's safety, she hadn't touched a single bite of the food brought by her maid.
Huo Du had long harbored lustful thoughts towards the beautiful Xiaolongnü, but the Golden Wheel Monk, being a "high monk," respected Yang Guo and his wife's heroic deeds and advised the lustful prince to restrain himself. Although Huo Du was a prince, he dared not truly disobey the Imperial Preceptor.

Unable to touch Xiaolongnü, Huo Du vented his anger on Yang Guo and Aheng, not only withholding their food but also ordering his maids to place food in front of them daily to tempt their appetites. This tactic was indeed vicious and effective; at least the useless Aheng answered all their questions. However, Aheng was truly of no use, and Huo Du had long wanted to kill him first.
"I'm very worried about Long'er. Although the Golden Wheel Monk speaks of martial arts ethics, that beast Huo Du is capable of anything… Alas, I'm truly useless."

Even the usually strong Yang Guo's voice trembled with emotion.

"Don't worry, Master. Mistress is a lucky person, she'll be fine. You don't need to be so discouraged, the outcome is still uncertain."

Aheng leaned on the bars of the dark cell to comfort Yang Guo, but his own heart was pounding.

"Since all the signs indicate that this isn't the history Jin Yong wrote, who knows what will happen? I, Zhang Jiaheng, have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to end up here. Maybe tomorrow Huo Du and the Golden Wheel Monk will kill us all. Time-space scientists have long forbidden interfering with history, saying it will cause serious chain reactions. I really don't know if Tony will become a dog after I die. Maybe a pig, then the effect will be a little less..."

At night, the council hall of Xiangyang City was brightly lit, and Guo Jing's voice was unusually excited: "I will risk my life to see the people of Xiangyang fall into the jaws of the Tartars!"

"Master Guo, the enemy's 300,000 troops will arrive in two days, and we only have less than 50,000, how can we fight them?"
Lü Wende's face was ashen, and his voice was already trembling.

"Do you know that if Xiangyang falls, the Song Dynasty is in danger! A true man should die on the battlefield, wrapped in a horse's hide, how can you be so cowardly as to cling to life!"

Huang Rong looked at Lü Wende with disdain, completely siding with her husband. Her heroic spirit remained undiminished, showing no fear.

The meeting ended in discord, and night enveloped the ruins of Xiangyang, where soldiers and civilians worked day and night to reinforce the fortifications. What a magnificent city this was, how could it fall into the hands of the Tartars!

Guo Jing stood atop the city wall, gazing at the city he was defending with all his might. In truth, he knew very well that it would soon fall into the hands of outsiders. But hadn't a great man once said that people always have to do things they don't want to do, only then does life have meaning?

"Lü Wende has already escaped under the cover of night."

Huang Rong came over and nestled in Guo Jing's arms, whispering this bad news to him.

Guo Jing hugged Huang Rong's delicate body tightly, his tone suddenly losing its usual strength.

"Rong'er, you've fought alongside me on the battlefield all these years, it's truly been hard for you. Xiangyang is probably doomed this time, and I feel so sorry for Xiang'er and Po Lu. They're so young, they haven't experienced so much joy in life, and now..."

"Brother Jing..."

Huang Rong burst into tears. After so many years of love, they were finally dying together. Just now in the council hall, she had pretended to be strong, but now, in her husband's arms, crying was the only relief.

A shooting star streaked ominously across the sky; why do good people always die young?

"Yang Guo. I know it's impossible to force you to find the ancient tomb treasure for us. But releasing you would be like letting a tiger return to the mountains. I'll just have to leave you and Xiaolongnu here to die." The Golden Wheel Monk said to Yang Guo through the bars.
"Grand Master, I'm of no use to you, just let me go."

Aheng was so hungry he didn't care about loyalty anymore; as long as he could get out of this dark prison, he would do anything.
"Of course you're useless. I'm already considering when to kill you first."

"You old bald monk, I'll curse your whole family!"

Seeing that his soft approach wasn't working, Aheng tried to act tough. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a tightness in his throat as the Golden Wheel Monk's hand reached over the railing and tightened around his neck.

"Haha, Grand Master, just kidding, just kidding, haha."

The Golden Wheel Monk ignored him and turned to Yang Guo, saying, "Yang Guo, the fall of the Song Dynasty is imminent. What difference does it make who rules China? I advise you to be pragmatic and think it over carefully. Why risk your life for that tyrannical emperor?"

Yang Guo remained silent, seemingly asleep.

"I don't want to say anything more. M?ngke summoned me to Xiangyang to discuss state affairs, hoping you'll give me a satisfactory answer when I return."

The Golden Wheel Monk released his grip, and Aheng leaned against the railing, panting heavily. Thinking of the danger Xiangyang was facing, both of them frowned deeply. After some time in this era, influenced by Yang Guo and his wife, Aheng's heart began to be concerned for the Song Dynasty.

Heroes from all over the country flocked to Xiangyang, vowing to live and die with the city. Guo Jing and his wife were almost overwhelmed. For two days, they had been busy persuading loyal wounded soldiers and the elderly, women, and children in the city to leave first, and arranging the city's defenses. Even Guo Xiang hadn't slept for two days, let alone Guo Jing and his wife, who had effectively become the supreme commanders of Xiangyang. Meanwhile,
the vanguard of the Mongol army had also arrived at the walls of Xiangyang. The two sides faced each other, and a fierce battle was about to begin.

Guo Jing, clad in battle robes, stood on the city wall, his brows furrowed as he watched the ever-growing number of Mongol soldiers below. In just one day, the enemy had doubled in number compared to the defenders. Moreover, Guo Jing had grown up in Mongolia and knew that the invaders were elite Mongol soldiers, which added to his anxiety.

"Father, look who's coming!"

Guo Fu's voice came from behind.

Guo Jing turned around and was overjoyed. It turned out to be the Six Immortals of Quanzhen, Huang Yaoshi, Master Yideng, the Old Urchin, and Ying Gu, arriving together. With so many masters to help, their heroic spirit surged again, as if the Tartars, like ants beneath the city walls, would instantly vanish. Guo Jing laughed heartily as he stepped forward to greet them.

"You idiot, time to eat."

The maid finally brought the food into the dark cell. Aheng grabbed the food box and began wolfing down the rice with his hands.

The maid laughed at his pathetic state, her laughter ringing out.

"Look at Yang Guo, so elegant, unlike you? Like a starving ghost."

Aheng ignored her, took a sip of soup, and continued shoveling rice into his mouth. Losing one's virtue was a small matter, starving to death was a big deal; health was the foundation of everything.

"I've already sent food to Yang Guo and the others, you should eat something too."

Xiaolongnu had been staying in Huo Du's temporary lair for three days. Thinking that she was going to die anyway, she might as well eat her fill and try her luck to escape. So she took the food from the maid's hand.

A mysterious smile appeared on the maid's face.

Why were the enemy suddenly so kind to them? Was there some kind of conspiracy?

After eating, the Little Dragon Girl...

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