[Wuxia] The Legend of Condor Heroes: The World's People [Complete] - 1

Chapter One: Special Forces Elites, Descending to Dust with the Enemy;
A Ragged Beggar, Reborn Amidst Chaos.

In the sweltering summer of 2008, on the border between Tajikistan and Afghanistan, China's western neighbor,
the temperature reached a scorching 49 degrees Celsius. Most of the peaceful Chinese population were either
engrossed in their air-conditioned offices or enjoying the cool evenings at shopping malls or swimming pools. However, unbeknownst to many, the desert
nation was once again sounding the alarm for a counter-terrorism campaign.

A deafening roar erupted as flames and black smoke billowed from a canyon in the northern Gobi Desert. This was followed by
the sound of machine gun fire; through the billowing smoke, several dark figures darted about, the gunfire mingling with shouts and cries.

A gray-brown figure ran while shouting back, "Everyone! Infiltration formation, crossfire cover,
assemble !"

He then quickened his pace, quickly emerging from the smoke screen, revealing his figure.

My name is Yang Jie, and I am a captain in a special forces unit of our country. Although I'm very busy right now,
I've taken a little time to tell you that I'm leading my brothers on a difficult mission.

Afghanistan is a country with a very complex political landscape. It has hardworking, kind, and courageous people who resist American and Russian aggression; it also has
the Taliban, an organization infamous for its terrorist attacks. Our mission is to destroy a
Taliban-affiliated organization on the northeastern border of Afghanistan. This organization is specifically responsible for training suicide bombers for the East Turkestan Jihadist Organization (ETJ) and is a major force in many terrorist attacks in Xinjiang
, China . Furthermore, this organization frequently crosses the border to harass residents within China, robbing
local banks and shopping malls, and has carried out and directly participated in numerous violent terrorist attacks that have disrupted China's peace and stability. Therefore,
our government decided to send elite special forces to infiltrate behind enemy lines, preparing to wipe out this evil armed force in one fell swoop.

"Hurry! Hurry!" I roared at my team, assault rifle in hand, turning back to yell, "Damn it! Anyone who's late to the assembly
point , I'll chop them up! Quick, take cover!" As soon as I finished speaking, I spotted several glints of light on the opposite ridge
. I rolled on the spot, and sure enough, sniper fire erupted from the ravine. A bullet grazed my side. I returned fire decisively, firing several shots in quick succession.
The enemy 's gunfire stopped; I guessed they were retreating.

I led my team to location Y532, a highly concealed spot below a cliff, unlikely to be discovered by the enemy in a short time.
Several team members were already at the assembly point when I arrived.

"Where are Number Nine and Number Ten?" I shouted, my sharp eyes quickly sweeping across all the team members' faces. "Damn it! Are those two
idiots dead?"

The team members looked at each other, unsure how to answer.

"We're past the assembly time, no more waiting, move out." Those two were SWAT officers assigned to me from above. Keeping them out of the operation would
increase their chances of survival and prevent them from disrupting the plan.

I pulled a piece of paper from my pocket and spread it on the ground. The team members immediately gathered around.

"Brothers, we've spent a week tracking this enemy force. Their camp location is here!" I
pointed to a map—a topographical map we'd drawn after three days of infiltrating and reconnaissance. Our main mission
was to destroy the Taliban's largest arms export source on the eastern border and eliminate the East Turkestan organization members receiving training there.
"Operations Nine and Ten weren't efficient enough, they exposed themselves and almost caused our annihilation. Watch your step, don't make me repeat myself
unnecessarily , understand?"

"Yes, sir!" the team members answered in unison.

"Because of this mistake, the enemy will definitely be more vigilant and their defenses will inevitably be strengthened, so the battle plan needs to be adjusted."
I pointed to a red circle on the map, "This is the location of the ammunition depot. First, cut off their ammunition supply, then here..." I
quickly assigned tasks to all the team members, and finally pointed to a small square in the center of the map, saying, "Headquarters, after destroying the ammunition depot,
surround this area. Don't leave a single survivor! Understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

That night, the enemy's fortress, built on a cliff in the southeast of the mountain, was predictably under heightened security
. Patrols passed by the command post from time to time, making a frontal infiltration seem unlikely.

The patrol passed a cliff but found nothing. After the patrol left, a
row of fingers stretched out from the edge of the cliff, accompanied by a low muttering: "Damn! We almost got caught, damn it."

"Shut up!" I silenced the team members' complaints, made a gesture, and several team members dashed off like arrows. In an instant,
the patrol team I had just passed fell silent forever. I disappeared into the darkness once more, like
a coyote hunting in the Gobi Desert, greedy and bloodthirsty. These inhuman bandits before me were my perfect prey.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!" Two soft sounds rang out, and the two guards on the east side of the command post collapsed to the ground, their carotid arteries
severed . They
lay dead before they could even blink. The bodies were quietly covered, and two team members emerged from the darkness, quickly installing plastic explosives, fuses, and timers on the wall. After setting the time, they vanished back into the shadows.

I remained hidden near the command room, silently counting the time. Suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted from the east, flames and
black smoke billowing forth. A smile crept across my lips; the operation had begun precisely on schedule. Sure enough,
chaos erupted in the command post, a cacophony of voices. Soldiers, weapons and fire extinguishers in hand, frantically rushed towards the east. The first step of
the plan worked; my team had already taken advantage of the chaos to plant explosives around the ammunition depot.

I slipped into the shadows in front of the command room door and saw two guards peering in terror at the explosion site. I immediately shouted
, "Guards! What are you looking at? Go help put out the fire!"

The two guards hesitated for a moment, looking around but unable to see who had spoken.

I chuckled to myself, cleared my throat, and roared again, "What are you all standing around for? Go!"

The two guards trembled; due to the chaotic situation and the difficulty in recognizing voices, they assumed it was an officer from the command room
speaking to them. They responded and quickly ran to the east.

After they left, I emerged from the shadows and calmly walked to the entrance of the command room. I raised my hand and knocked on the door. I called out,

"Report!"

The person inside replied, "Come in!"

I didn't intend to enter through the main entrance; this was merely a test. I immediately leaped onto the upper beam,
hanging upside down, waiting for the door to open.

The door creaked open, and I, with my hands in claws, flipped forward and leaped into the room, intending to snap the intruder's neck.
Unexpectedly, I found nothing, and the room was pitch black. Sensing something was wrong, I quickly ducked down, rolled to the side, and held my breath, waiting
for what would happen.

"Hehehe!" A cold voice came from the darkness, "Company Commander Yang, did you think I didn't know it was you? Now
you've walked right into our trap, there's no escape."

As soon as the voice finished, I felt a whooshing sound behind me. I quickly leaped, drawing two throwing knives from my boot and
throwing them. They collided with two other throwing knives in front of me, and a dark figure pounced after me. I couldn't dodge in time and was tackled to the ground, my hands
restrained by the attacker's grappling techniques, unable to move.

At this moment, a violent explosion rang out, and the room shook violently. The attacker's movements paused for a moment, and I seized
the opportunity to knee strike and twist my body, grabbing the attacker and pinning him to the ground.

I said smugly, "Did you hear the explosion at the ammunition depot? My mission is complete, haha..."

"Is that so?" the man said coldly, "Don't be so smug. Didn't you realize that for a large ammunition depot,
this sound is far too faint?"

"You're very smug, aren't you? Get up!" I grabbed the man's hair forcefully, pulled him up, and dragged him outside. "Watch
that hill over there."

The man had already begun to realize my intentions. I gave the order into the communicator on my collar: "Thunder Two, move out."
As soon as I finished speaking, a towering flame shot up from the hill to the southwest, followed by a deafening explosion. I patted the guy
staring blankly at the firelight and said smugly, "How about it, Hakan? Drake, your ammunition, food, and men are all hidden in
that cave, right? Haha..."

Hakan took a while to come to his senses. He, who had been gritting his teeth, actually laughed: "You're ruthless, but you're
dead today too."

Hakan took a detonator out of his pocket and pressed it, and then the entire command post exploded one after another! I was shocked. I
didn't expect this kid to be willing to risk his life for me! I let go of him and tried to rush out of the command post at top speed, but suddenly
a burst of gunfire came from behind me. I couldn't dodge in time and was hit in the leg by a submachine gun bullet, falling to the ground... As I gradually regained
consciousness , I suddenly remembered the mission I hadn't completed. "Damn, is anyone still here?" I subconsciously reached for the communicator in my right ear.
No? I was startled and sprang up from the ground with a somersault. "Bang!" I was knocked to the ground
again . "Damn it..." I cursed under my breath, slapping my bruised face and
reaching for the thing that had bumped into me.

"(⊙o⊙) Oh?" I almost cried out. I pulled down my pants and peeked inside. This thing... isn't mine
? But... I like it o (∩_∩)o I sat up abruptly, only to find that my clothes and
body were no longer mine. I was sitting on a street corner, holding a burlap sack. Looking closer at
my clothes, I was dressed in rags and straw sandals, like a beggar. I was shocked. What was going on? "I'm
still alive? Where am I? Did a bomb blow me here?"

The environment was no longer the familiar desert highlands, nor the towering city. The streets were bustling with
people dressed in ancient costumes. Vendors thronged the area, tourists thronged, and everywhere I heard the soft, indistinct Wu dialect. Judging from
the attire , it didn't seem like a movie set. Listening to the accents of the people around me, this must be some small town in Jiangnan.

I asked a beggar nearby for directions. Given my current appearance and attire, even without me saying anything, he assumed I was
one of his own, saving me a lot of trouble. I easily learned from the old beggar that it was
the fifth year of Emperor Ningzong's reign in the Southern Song Dynasty, and I was in Jiaxing Prefecture near Lin'an.

Wow, I'd actually traveled to the Song Dynasty, and the Southern Song Dynasty at that, beset by internal and external troubles. This was definitely not a movie set; everything
was real. There were no sound stages, no cameras, no script supervisors, no production assistants, no directors, and no extras. I'm
a very realistic person; I didn't believe so many people would set up such a grand scene just to fool me. Emperor Lizong of Song, Zhao Yun, was the grandson of Emperor Xiaozong of Song, Zhao Bozong,
the first great , and the nephew of Emperor Ningzong. He was originally a puppet emperor installed by the treacherous Shi Miyuan, but it seems
he reigned for quite a long time. As I listened, I tried to mimic the old beggar's tone—it's an occupational hazard of mine. Whenever I'm in a new
environment, I need to quickly integrate to ensure my survival.

Thankfully, fate intervened. In the fifth year of Emperor Ningzong's reign (1232 AD), Genghis Khan of the Mongols was preparing for his westward campaign against
the Khwarazmian Empire, while the Southern Song's arch-enemy, the Jin Dynasty, was suffering defeat after defeat at the hands of ?gedei Khan, its fate hanging by a thread. It seems
the Southern Song and the Mongols were still allied at this time?

At least I had a few more years of peace. By the time Kublai Khan destroyed the Southern Song, I'd be in my seventies or eighties. If
that day ever came , I'd just hide in Taiwan, Penghu, Kinmen, Matsu, or Luzon Island—I could still live a carefree life.

Ugh! Why think so much? The most important thing is to find a job to fill my stomach and survive. I'm naturally easygoing; since
fate has placed me here, there's no point in crying. Besides, I've been reborn; I should be content. I've heard that the Song Dynasty produced
many famous courtesans , and that most of them were very attentive to the talented men they fancied. They were even willing to pay extra for impoverished scholars of exceptional talent
… I'm a top student from the National Defense University, after all. I could plagiarize a few poems from the Tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties and pass them off as mine.
Maybe I could even manage to seduce a famous courtesan and live off her… Dreaming is certainly enjoyable, but the thought of food makes my stomach
rumble. I need to find a way to fill my stomach first. Before long, I acquired a large, speckled rooster and
a bottle of wine from a well-to-do family. Humming Zhou Jiegun's "Double-Section Lun" contentedly, I headed towards the dilapidated kiln not far away.

"What is love in this world, that it makes people willing to die for each other? Like birds flying in pairs across the vast sky, their old wings have weathered countless seasons. Joy in meeting,
sorrow in parting, and among them, even more foolish lovers, you should have words to say. Across ten thousand miles of layered clouds, a thousand mountains covered in evening snow, a lone
shadow
, to whom does it turn…" A melodious and moving voice drifted over, it was Yuan Haowen's poem "Touching Fish." Who was in such high spirits at this hour? Reciting it here! But the voice was truly beautiful, I thought to myself. Following the sound, I saw a beautiful Taoist nun holding a whisk,
confronting a woman with a child and an elderly person. She shouted at me, who had barged in, "Where did this wild boy come from? Get out if you don't want to die!" I
was stunned . Back in the army, no one had ever dared to speak to me like that.

My god, those authors of alternate history novels weren't lying after all! This classical beauty was definitely
more appealing than those sultry uniformed office ladies. This woman was fucking beautiful! Naturally beautiful, the most beautiful of all, with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes…
Her skin was like clear autumn water, her lips like vermilion, her teeth like pearls, her figure as light as a willow swaying in the wind. Even using all these words, I couldn't fully
express my admiration for this stunning beauty. Considering this era, without the embellishment of makeup or the modifications of Photoshop, I
believe her delicate skin is absolutely 100% natural. I even considered becoming a Taoist nun… However, this lewd
thought was fleeting. With my keen intuition for danger, I sensed a very dangerous
aura emanating from this beautiful nun.

This beautiful nun was probably the one who told me to get lost. "You think you're so great just because you're a little pretty? Back in the day,
I've slept with women more beautiful than you." "What's so great about you? Being so beautiful and still becoming a nun? Isn't that blatantly tempting
monks to violate the rules?"

I was just making this up in my mind. Military discipline is extremely strict; you rarely see a woman all year round, let alone such
a beauty. As the saying goes, "After three years without a woman, even a sow becomes as beautiful as Diao Chan." Although I've risen to the rank of company commander, I've been in the army since I was twenty, and
in the six years since, I haven't even had a proper relationship. I've only ever dreamed of beautiful women, so being a bit of a repressed pervert is understandable.

I turned my head and carefully examined the girl again. Seeing that pure, flawless, porcelain doll-like face, I was
instantly stunned again. Who gave birth to such an adorable little girl? Could she be the
beautiful woman next to me with her hair in a slanted bun and a sickly look?

I suddenly realized that I must have suffered some kind of aftereffect from time travel, my intelligence diminished.
What does it matter to me who gave birth to this girl? Why am I still thinking about such things at a time like this…? A chill ran down my spine, and I quickly turned my head away, planning
how escape. The saying goes, "If the enemy doesn't move, I don't move." Now that I've stepped on a landmine, I naturally dare not make any rash moves. Any slight action
might trigger a conflict between us. I tossed aside the large, speckled rooster I was holding, clicking my tongue and saying, "The beautiful lady is quite stunning,
and the pretty young lady is also quite delicate. Are you two here to see me? I certainly don't have any beauties like you as friends." I
grinned slyly, my words dripping with slickness. I've always been a free spirit, but in that era, as
a soldier, I had to adhere to strict military discipline. Now, having traveled through time and been reborn into my youth, being able to feign madness and utter
such flippant remarks gives me a great sense of satisfaction. Come to think of it, this is the first time in my twenty-six years of life that I've flirted
with beautiful women, and not just any two, but two truly stunning beauties. And that sickly beauty next to me? Uh, never mind… she's obviously already taken. I
'd better not stir up trouble.

The delicate, pretty girl glanced at me. Seeing that I was covered in dirt and grime, and coupled with my
flippant words, the sensible little girl was extremely disgusted with me. She pouted and snapped angrily, "Little beggar, who came looking for you?
Stop being so vain, you stink!" With each word, the string of pearls on her chest swayed.

Haha… this little girl is quite cute, but why is she so sharp-tongued? A little firecracker, I like her. I wasn't angry. I
chuckled and said, "If you didn't come looking for me, why did you come to my house? Is it fate that brought us together from afar?" I casually
smoothed my hair, turned around, poured some wine, and wiped my face, revealing my true appearance.

The young girl, seeing that I had tidied myself up a bit and the color had softened somewhat, snorted, "Hmph! Who wants to come to such a filthy place?"
This time, she finally looked at me seriously and said, "I came here with my father-in-law to find someone, but this Taoist nun stopped me. She
shamelessly wanted to take me as her disciple, but I refused, so we're stuck here."

I found this amusing and smiled at the beautiful Taoist nun, "That's quite a strange story. Taking on a master or disciple is entirely voluntary;
there's no reason to force anyone."

Ever since I approached the dilapidated kiln, the beautiful Taoist nun had been scrutinizing me. Her threats hadn't scared this wild boy
away; in fact, I dared to flirt with him. In her anger, the nun had even begun to admire the wild boy's audacity.

Now, seeing this wild boy recklessly accusing her, the slight admiration she had shown for my composure vanished.
She flicked her whisk, intending to teach me a lesson.

Chapter Two: A stroke of good fortune, a romantic encounter on the day of my transmigration;
impersonation, gaining both wealth and beauty, making others envious.

Let me tell you, I inexplicably transmigrated to the Southern Song Dynasty, becoming a little beggar. Even so, I dared
to flirt with a beautiful Taoist nun. As a result, the nun became enraged and was about to teach me a lesson.

"Hey, wait a minute!" At the critical moment, the cute little girl suddenly stopped me. Haha, that little girl
has a heart !

"Little girl, have you changed your mind and agreed to become my disciple?" The beautiful Taoist nun paused, her face beaming with joy
as she asked.

The little girl stared at the beautiful nun for a long time without speaking, whetting the nun's appetite before saying sweetly, "Crimson Flame Fairy,
don't try anything with me anymore. I won't become your disciple. You can't kill people so easily; I still want to ask him something."

Crimson Flame Fairy... why does that name seem so familiar? At first, I thought the young girl was compassionate, but it turned out she
just wanted to keep me alive to question me. I was both annoyed and amused.

The beautiful Daoist nun known as the Crimson Fairy, enraged by this mockery, retorted, "If you don't agree, I'll
kill this brat right in front of you. Remember, he died because of you."

Damn, this woman is indeed ruthless, and a nun at that. But does she think I'm easy to bully?
Hmph , I'll catch her off guard and give her a good slap. Who kills whom is still uncertain!

I chuckled to myself. My face was clean, and that calm smile, contrasting sharply with my ragged
appearance was surprisingly effective. The sickly beauty and the young girl's eyes sparkled. They thought this wild boy was either
incredibly audacious or a fool, managing to laugh even after running into the infamous, ruthless female demon of the martial world.

Seeing my composure in the face of the female demon, the sickly beauty abandoned her contempt for me and asked, "
Young man, you said this is your home, so we shouldn't be fighting here. However, this great demon is dangerous. Why don't you come over here first?"

I thought to myself: I want to move, but why? This pretty Taoist nun has already locked her aura around me. You guys should try
to escape first. I turned around and gestured for them to leave quickly.

The sickly beauty hesitated for a moment, then said nothing more.

The girl, finding me amusing, couldn't help but ask, "Hey! Come here quickly, you're no match for her. By the way,
what name?"

Looking at her delicate, charming face, I couldn't resist teasing her, "If I told you, wouldn't that be rather uninteresting?"
"You might forget it in a second, why don't you guess? See if you can guess correctly, that way the memory will be more vivid."

The Crimson Fairy was furious. This boy dared to flirt with a girl at such a young age! He was truly a country bumpkin, unaware of manners and shame
. However, his lazy smile was quite attractive, and she herself was slightly moved. "

Hmph! When this boy grows up, who knows how many women he'll ruin?" Thinking of this, and recalling her own experiences, she felt
another surge of anger. It seemed this young man would definitely be a heartless womanizer like those unfaithful men. Rather than causing more girls heartbreak later, she
'd rather kill him now.

Just as she was about to act, the little girl laughed, "Hehe, I won't guess! Here, I'll tell you. My name is
Guo Fu . My father is the famous Guo the Hero, the chief advisor to General Meng Zongzheng of Xiangyang, a
renowned hero in the martial arts world. My mother is Huang Rong, the daughter of the Peach Blossom Island Master, and the leader of the Beggars' Sect!" "

Guo Fu revealed her parents' names because she realized Li Mochou harbored murderous intentions towards me, and wanted to
intimidate her with her parents' reputation.

Sure enough, Li Mochou's face showed surprise upon learning Guo Fu's identity. Originally, she had considered
taking Guo Fu as her disciple because of her beauty and talent, hoping she would inherit her mantle. Now, hearing that she was the daughter of Guo Jing and Huang Rong, she realized why Guo Fu had always
refused to become her disciple; she came from a powerful martial arts family. Her parents were the Eastern Heretic, the Northern Beggar, the Quanzhen Sect, and the Beggar Clan—such
a powerful background was not something Li Mochou could afford to offend." She stood up. With this concern, Li Mochou, worried that Guo Jing and his wife were nearby, dared not
act rashly towards her.

Having announced her parents' names, she had intimidated the notorious female demon of the martial world, and little Guo Fu was quite pleased with herself. Turning her head, she saw the wild
boy standing there dumbfounded, his expression very strange. Little Guo Fu wondered if this wild boy from the mountains had also heard of her parents'
fame?

I was startled by the sound. What was going on? Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Huang Yaoshi, Guo Fu? Wow, were these characters from Jin Yong's novels
actually real historical figures? Can anyone tell me? I was stunned. My heart pounded. Now, thinking about the stunningly beautiful Daoist nun before me, who called herself
the Crimson Flame Fairy, that must be Li Mochou. Damn! I was just thinking of showing off my skills in bed, wasn't that like touching
a tigress 's ass? I wonder if my grappling techniques and hard qigong can withstand the female demon's Ice Soul Silver Needles and Crimson Flame Palm.
I'm new here, unfamiliar with everything, and I don't even know if Yang Guo is dead. If he's dead, it'll be perfect for
me I can impersonate him. Guo Jing and Huang Rong are famous throughout the martial arts world; they must be wealthy and powerful. There were piles of food and clothing to be had.
If I impersonated them and went to seek refuge with them, Guo
Jing

, out of respect for Yang Kang, would certainly not treat me poorly. And if I could also trick Miss Guo into handing her over, wouldn't all of the Guo family's gold, silver, and martial arts manuals be mine? Having figured this out, I made up my mind. Anyway, even if I encountered the real Yang Guo later, it would be best if I could kill him to silence him; if
I was exposed, I would simply run away with the huge sum of money.

Disguise and feigning madness were essential skills for me. I put on an extremely surprised expression and said in a trembling voice, "You just said your
father's name is Guo Jing?"

"Yes, my father is Guo Jing, the great hero Guo," Guo Fu said proudly.

At this moment, a clear cry suddenly came from the sky. Looking up, I saw a pair of large white eagles circling in mid-air.

"Great! It's my eagles! My parents are coming this way!" Chapter Three :

A Messy and Unruly Manipulation, a Master Killed by a flurry of punches;
A Beautiful Taoist Nun, Li Mochou, Has She Taken a Flirt with Me?

Guo Jing and Huang Rong?

A person's reputation precedes them. Although Li Mochou is fierce and ruthless, she has stood the test of time in the martial world for many years, relying on her
cunning and pragmatism. She admits she is no match for Guo Jing in martial arts or Huang Rong in intelligence, and is truly wary of these two. This girl is actually
Guo Jing and Huang Rong's daughter; it's best not to provoke her lightly. She still harbors thoughts of killing her enemies and naturally doesn't want to be
dragged along here.

She moves. Guo Fu, seeing me merely grinning mischievously, ignores me. She gazes into the distance and sees the two eagles gradually approaching, and cries out:
"Eagle, eagle, come quickly!" Hearing Guo Fu's exceptionally melodious childlike voice, my heart stirred again, and I
turned to the little girl before me. Guo Fu was already showing signs of becoming a little beauty, the kind everyone would adore
. Given time, she would surely grow into a great beauty. I thought to myself, this young lady wasn't as clueless as the legends say when she was little.
It seems she's been corrupted by those two rascals, Da Wu and Xiao Wu. I'm twelve or thirteen years old now;
if I could cultivate a relationship with this little girl and properly guide her, wouldn't her future be bright? I'm not
a fool like Yang Guo; I must seize this opportunity. But I couldn't help but sigh inwardly, from now on there will only
be one Yang Guo, and no more Yang Jie.

Li Mochou, wary of Guo Jing and his wife, didn't want to make things difficult for Guo Fu. She was about to rush into the dilapidated kiln when I knew there were two
legendary I called out in a sweet voice, "Wu San Niang, hand over the two girls from the Lu family, and I won't make things difficult for you." " Otherwise,
I'll make you suffer a terrible death."

The sickly beauty, Wu San Niangzi, brandished her sword and shouted, "Don't come in! The grievances have their source, the debts have their debtors; why are you making things difficult for these two children?"

Li Mochou didn't take this woman seriously and laughed, "I've left nine bloody handprints at the Lu family; only these two are missing.
Have you ever heard of me, Li Mochou, ever breaking my word?" "She pressed her left palm down on the sword's edge, but just as it was about to touch the blade, she
slightly tilted her hand and flicked her fingers against the edge. The sword rebounded, slicing towards Wu San Niang's forehead with a sharp sound, severing her
bangs and nearly disfiguring her.

Seeing her move, I was struck by its precision and power; she was truly a master among masters. Hearing Li Mochou call the
woman Wu San Niang, I knew the sickly beauty before me was the mother of the Wu brothers, Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen.

Thinking of how the Wu brothers clung to Guo Fu like two lapdogs to win her favor, I felt utter
contempt for them; and then I thought of what happened later..." The two beauties, Lü Yan and Wan Yanping, actually married these two brothers. Two
delicate beauties were lucky enough to be wasted on these two fools; it was truly a case of two beautiful flowers stuck in two piles of cow dung, and good cabbages being eaten by pigs
. I was extremely indignant.

How come this is so similar to a scene in Jin Yong's novels? Could it be that I've really possessed Yang Guo's body?

Damn it, I'm too lazy to think about it. Anyway, since I'm calling myself Yang Guo, I won't follow that kid's path, and I certainly won't let
the kind-hearted .

If Wu San Niang hadn't died, then Wu San Tong's two foolish sons wouldn't be clinging to Guo Jing. In that case, wouldn't I be able to...
"A monopoly has been formed, and those in the right place get the best of both worlds." Heh heh... I was just making my plans when I heard Li Mochou sneer
, "Hmph, excuse me!" She struck Wu Sanniang in the chest, tucked her whisk behind her back, and slipped into the dilapidated kiln.

I rushed forward to help Wu Sanniang up. While not a stunning beauty, she was still dignified and pretty, especially with her hot figure—
curvy long legs, and a very discreet drool. "Madam, are you alright?"

Wu Sanniang coughed twice, "Young man, I...I'm fine. Quick, don't let that she-devil..."

Wu Sanniang was quite pretty, and her figure was superb. Even when injured, she still cared about someone else's child; she was quite
affectionate . I secretly praised her, then thought about how Wu Santong had such a virtuous wife, yet still harbored
improper thoughts about Lu Zhanyuan's wife. It seems men all have a tendency to tire of the old and crave the new.

Before she could finish speaking, we heard two screams coming from inside the dilapidated kiln. I helped Wu Sanniang to a corner and rushed into
the kiln myself. As soon as I entered, I saw Li Mochou carrying two little girls, presumably the cousins Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang
, who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old. Beside them huddled two boys, probably Wu Santong's two mentally challenged sons.

"Put me down! Put me down!" The one with the darker face was probably little Wushuang. Her delicate face was filled with
sorrow, and she was kicking and stretching in mid-air, trying to fight Li Mochou. I thought to myself, "What a brave little girl!" This
strengthened catch her off guard.

Li Mochou was startled when she saw me enter. Before she could speak, we heard someone outside the kiln calling, "A-Yuan, A-Yuan,
where are you?" It was the madman Wu Santong who had arrived.

"Dad! Come save us!" The two good-for-nothings, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, mustered their courage and shouted.

Li Mochou yelled, "You little bastard!" and kicked Xiao Wu.

The curtain was lifted, and a large tree crashed into Li Mochou. She lightly leaped up, grabbing the two girls, and jumped. I
seized the opportunity , took a step forward, rolled in front of them, and pulled hard on the legs of the two girls.
With two "rip, rip" sounds, Li Mochou was left with only two pieces of gauze.

"You little beast, don't run!" She was furious. The meat that was about to be eaten had flown away. Ignoring Da Wu and Xiao Wu, she leaped and swooped, catching up with me
in a few quick helped the two pretty girls on either side of me flee.

"Whoosh!" An iron crutch came across the back of my head, saving me from the danger of my head exploding. It was Ke Zhen'e who saved me.

Wu Santong, fearing that the tree trunk would accidentally injure his son, switched to using his One-Finger Divine Skill and the old blind man to attack Li Mochou from both sides. The One-Finger Divine Skill
is truly formidable. Even Wu Santong, who probably hasn't mastered it to a high level, can still poke a small hole in a wall with a single finger. I wonder
what the effect would be if Master Yideng used it.

As for the old monster Ke Zhen'e, despite his reputation as a great hero, his martial arts are only second-rate. Even when he and Wu Santong joined forces
, they were only able to parry Li Mochou's attacks, making me, a mere spectator, feel ashamed for them.

Little Guo Fu cried out, "Grandpa, be careful!"

Old Ke said, "Little Fu'er, this female demon is extremely powerful. Quickly go and call your parents. This old man will hold her off here."

Li Mochou knew the old blind man's relationship with Guo Jing and didn't want to get entangled with him. However, Ke Zhen'e was stubborn and hated evil,
so he risked injury to keep pestering Li Mochou. An old blind man clinging to a beautiful Daoist nun—I found this scene quite
amusing .

Annoyed by the two flies buzzing around her, Li Mochou cursed, "You blind bastard, do you think I wouldn't dare kill you?" She
snatched the two girls away again, and without turning back, lightly tapped her left foot, leaping out of the broken kiln, simultaneously kicking away the steel staff in Old Monster Ke's hand—
her strength was evident.

Thinking of Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang's lifelong unrequited love for Yang Guo, I felt a pang of pity. I thought to myself, I might very
well be possessed by Yang Guo's body now, and since these two are my sworn sisters, if I stood by and watched them die, they would truly be
doomed. Just then, the terrified and helpless eyes of Lu and Cheng caught my eye. Seeing the two girls' pitiful
appearance , my stubborn temper flared up again. A real man protects the weak and cannot be afraid of death!

In a moment of impulsiveness, I didn't care about anything else. I pounced on Li Mochou, yelling, "Hey,
beautiful lady, you came to my house to kidnap someone without even telling me! You're so unreasonable! Put her down

right now!" Li Mochou had been a seasoned martial artist for many years and was a top-tier expert. Seeing this brat trying to take advantage of her, even though
her hands were full, she wasn't about to let me succeed so easily. She easily dodged me with a swift movement.

"You brat, you even want to take advantage of your grandma? You're tired of living!" Li Mochou sneered, aiming
a powerful kick straight at my chest. I missed, staggering and barely managing to steady myself with one hand on the ground, almost falling flat on my face
. Her heart softened, and she shifted her kick slightly, aiming for my left shoulder.

I
caught Do I look like the dead Lu Zhanyuan? Pah! How could I look like a dead ghost?

Good luck! I grinned foolishly at Li Mochou, revealing my front teeth, and said, "Hey, beautiful lady, why are you grabbing these
two girls? You're not thinking of taking them as your disciples again, are you? That's so unfair! At least leave one for me.
My family is poor, and I'm worried about not being able to find a wife."

Chapter Four: A Battle of Wits with Mochou, I Believe You Can't Be Fooled Out;
Snatching Chestnuts from the Fire, Mimi's Feels Really Good.

My words almost knocked everyone down. "You're so young, and you already want to get married? This little beggar knows
he's broke, yet he wants to tie up a girl and live with her forever. I've seen plenty of toads, but you have
the biggest appetite."

Little Guo Fu helped the injured Third Sister, but she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Li Mochou also found the young man in front of her quite amusing,
so she sneered, "Alright, which one do you want to choose? I'll send you all on your way first, and you
can ."

I laughed and cursed inwardly, thinking, "I'd rather marry a beautiful Taoist nun like you as my wife," and said, "But I like beauties like
Fairy . I don't want them, you can marry me."

Everyone was once again stunned. Who was this young man's disciple, that he had such audacity (lust) to flirt with even the infamous viper in
the martial arts world ? If today's events were to spread throughout the martial arts world, this nobody would surely become famous.
Ke Zhen'e and Wu Santong were hesitant to provoke Li Mochou, but the old blind man saw that I was stalling for time and immediately...
He remained silent, clutching two iron caltrops in his hands, fully alert for a sudden attack from Li Mochou.

Li Mochou felt a strange
unease . Since the age of ten, she had never been intimate with a man. Ten years ago, she had been deeply in love with Lu Zhanyuan, never allowing him
to cross the line. She never imagined that this would cause Lu Zhanyuan to shy away, immediately dumping the beautiful but wicked woman after meeting the gentle and affectionate He Yuanjun
. Poor Li Mochou, remaining chaste, had no idea that her lover, Lu Zhanyuan, was also a normal man. Every man
wants a beautiful woman like her, and the old man Lu knew Li Mochou's prowess and dared not force himself on her,
so his affections shifted.

Now this nameless brat actually wants to marry me! If any other grown man had said this, it would have only incurred the wrath of
the beautiful Daoist nun Li Mochou, and he would probably have been killed long ago by her Crimson Flame Palm.

But these words came from the mouth of this twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, and so it was. Li Mochou's heart softened for a moment, and she couldn't bring herself to kill him.
Seeing Li Mochou's expression, I already understood. It seems that Li Mochou's fondness for children is indeed true. She
kidnapped she took her as a disciple and taught her martial arts. Later, she abducted the newborn Guo Xiang. Although
she mistakenly thought Guo Xiang was Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu's daughter, she still doted on little Guo Xiang... Considering all this, it can be said that Li Mochou really
likes children, and one could even say that she has an overflowing maternal instinct. Maybe when she killed someone, she was feeling down because of her period, I
thought lewdly. I didn't want to embarrass Li Mochou too much; after all, she was known as a female demon, killing people like chickens.
It wouldn't be fun to completely provoke her. I laughed, "I originally wanted to marry Fairy Sister, but she doesn't like me,
so forget it. Two little sisters, which of you is willing to live with this brat? I promise she won't kill you."

The girl in green seemed older; she must be Cheng Ying. "Sister, you stay. Li Mochou wants me."

The girl in white must be Lu Wushuang. Hearing her cousin say this, she hurriedly said, "Cousin, Li Mochou is looking for
me. You should stay."

Such deep sisterly affection! So young and already thinking of each other. Such a kind and good girl, yet Yang Guo discarded her like
trash …!

"Hmph, so you're the bastard child of the Lu family! I'll kill you right now and send you to meet your parents!" Li Mochou had investigated
the Lu family members beforehand. Hearing Wushuang call her "cousin," she knew she was a descendant of the Lu family. Remembering Lu Zhanyuan who had dumped her, she felt a surge of anger rising
in her chest . She released Cheng Ying, her jade-like hand rising, about to smash Lu Wushuang's cute little head.

Lu Wushuang, however, was resilient, raising her head and closing her eyes without uttering a sound. Cheng Ying cried out in terror, frantically trying
to pull the silk scarf around her neck. I knew she was looking for the half-scarf. An idea formed in my mind. I stood at a distance and teased, "
Fairy Sister, why do you hate this Miss Lu's parents so much? Are you and Miss Lu's father old flames?"

"You brat, shut up! You're asking for death!" Li Mochou was publicly stung by my words, though not quite right, but
not . The murdered Lu Liding was Lu Zhanyuan's younger brother. Thinking of Lu Zhanyuan, her anger flared even more, and
any semblance of goodwill she had for me vanished. Gritting her teeth, she flicked her left sleeve, sending two Ice Soul Silver Needles hurtling towards her.

I knew these were Li Mochou's Ice Soul Silver Needles. Being pricked by them would turn my rebirth in the Southern Song Dynasty into
a one-day time-travel trip. I hurriedly tried to dodge, but the needles were incredibly fast. My movements were quick, but the needles shot faster than bullets, and
I was about to be struck and wounded.

Li Mochou, enraged, attacked. Now I was trapped, unable to escape, and would die instantly. Little Guo Fu, seeing I couldn't dodge
the Ice Soul Silver Needles, felt a pang of pity and gasped in shock.

I wasn't unaware of Li Mochou's power. According to the novel, Lu Wushuang wouldn't die so soon, but now I
might have been reincarnated as the young Yang Guo, and by mistake, I had provoked Li Mochou. Was I going to die here today?

Although I'm a flirtatious and smooth-talking person, I'm still a qualified soldier at heart. I couldn't bear to see the innocent young Lu Wushuang
die a tragic death, so I risked provoking Li Mochou, hoping to transfer her hatred onto me and make her kill me. But I didn't
expect Li Mochou's hidden weapon to be faster than a bullet. As a result, I got burned. Before I could fully adapt to this new body, I
closed my eyes in despair. I never thought that a grown man like me would die at the hands of a woman, especially since I was still a virgin...
Suddenly, two sharp sounds pierced the air, and two black shadows flew over like lightning, knocking down the two silver needles.

These hidden weapons arrived faster than expected, with unstoppable force. Li Mochou was taken aback, then glanced at me, who was slumped on the ground, and a hint of a smile
appeared .

Having narrowly escaped death, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Meeting Li Mochou's apologetic smile, I thought to myself, why should a grown man hold a grudge
against such a beautiful woman? Besides, I was the one who reopened her wounds first. With this thought, my initial annoyance vanished, and I
even grinned at Li Mochou.

This fool, he's actually kind of adorably foolish. Li Mochou felt a hint of amusement, but her face remained expressionless. Looking down, she saw that
the hidden weapons were just two ordinary pebbles. She thought, "The person who threw these pebbles is unfathomably skilled; I'm no match for them. I'll
avoid them first."

With a swift movement, she struck out with her palm, aiming for Cheng Ying and Wushuang's backs. She wanted to kill the two women and then plan her next move.

Upon seeing this, I was shocked. Seeing that Li Mochou was about to harm the two women again, I immediately shouted and pounced.

This time, my reaction was swift, and I executed a perfect pouncing move, pinning the beautiful Li Mochou beneath me. The place my hands touched was unusually
soft . Hehe, I didn't expect Li Mochou's breasts to be so full and firm. It felt so good to touch those big boobs.

Chapter 5: Nothing happened after touching them, and I even avoided the silver needles;
physiological reaction, girl, I didn't mean to!

Damn! Li Mochou's breasts are quite big! They feel firm and elastic to the touch. My right hand slid down, and I could clearly
feel that her curvaceous body was bound by the Taoist robe, making her figure shapely. She had a full chest and a waist, her breasts were high and firm,
her waist was slender, and her full and round buttocks were raised high. My little brother, who was starving, was already standing
on her big buttocks, and I almost groaned from pleasure.

"You lecher! Let me go!" Li Mochou was weak and
hot from my touching, which was by a starving man who hadn't touched a woman in three years. However, our position was too ambiguous, and she didn't know how to scold me. She struggled to get up and didn't
know whether she should kill me with one slap.

Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out from the sky; two eagles flew back from afar and swooped down to attack Li Mochou. Li Mochou gritted her teeth, flicked her left sleeve, and...
Two icy silver needles shot out swiftly through the dilapidated roof. The two eagles hurriedly flapped their wings and flew away, but the needles were incredibly fast and powerful
. Although the eagles flew quickly, the needles shot even faster, causing the eagles to cry out in fright. Li Mochou was pleased to see that the two vicious birds could no longer escape when she
suddenly heard a hissing sound. Two more pebbles flew through the air, and before she could hear a sound, the two silver needles had already fallen to the ground.

It was that hidden master again who ruined her plans! Could it be that Guo Jing and Huang Rong were really nearby?

Li Mochou was startled and wanted to retreat, but then she caught a glimpse of a brocade handkerchief tied around Lu Wushuang's neck. The plain satin was embroidered with red flowers
and green leaves , the very handkerchief she had carefully embroidered and given to Lu Zhanyuan years ago. She was stunned, and the tender feelings of the past instantly surged through her heart
.

Lu Zhanyuan, even though you married that little bitch surnamed He, you have never forgotten me. This handkerchief has always been kept safe.
"So...you're begging me to spare your descendants. Should I spare them or not?

Fine, you're ruthless, but I can't be heartless." The beautiful Daoist nun had decided to let Lu Wushuang go. With a flick of her whisk, silver threads struck Cheng Ying's back
. In the dazzling sunlight, it was revealed that Cheng Ying also wore a brocade handkerchief around her neck.

The beautiful Daoist nun exclaimed, "Eh?" thinking, "Why are there two handkerchiefs? One of them must be fake."

She changed her whisk's strike into a roll, wrapping it around Cheng Ying's head and neck, pulling her around. Li Mochou, filled with surprise and uncertainty, looked at the two young girls,
truly unsure whether to kill them or let them go. Seeing Li Mochou's surprised expression and noticing her constant staring at the handkerchief, I knew exactly what was going on.
I scrambled to my feet and said seriously, "My beautiful lady, you mustn't kill anyone else! Your old flame made a replica of a love token, which shows he
still cares for you. It seems fate is decreing that you should spare these two young girls today. Fairy Sister, please let them be my
wives, the elder as my wife and the younger as my concubine, that would be perfect."

The beautiful Daoist nun Li Mochou, who usually hated men who were philanderers and had multiple wives and concubines, was now both amused and exasperated by this pretentious young man.
She couldn't help but giggle, "You wild boy! At such a young age, you already want multiple wives and concubines for a life of pleasure. I wonder
how raised you!"

Mentioning my mother, I couldn't help but think of my own mother in the 21st century, and my heart filled with sorrow. But I thought to myself, since
I've come to this era, I should immerse myself in this role. We've been fighting for so long, and Yang Guo hasn't appeared yet, so it seems it's me. I
said, "My mother didn't teach me well because she's no longer here. Your savagery, isn't that also because your mother didn't teach
you well?"

"Big brother, run! She's fierce. You can't beat her, you'll die!" Wushuang
cried out, . I thought to myself, we've been through thick and thin together; I can't retreat now. Damn it, only now did I realize that
the two little girls, crying like cats with smeared faces, were truly breathtakingly beautiful.

The beautiful Daoist nun then learned that I, like her, was also an orphan. She felt a pang of sympathy, and besides
, my hug earlier had made her weak, and the lingering sensation of her firm breasts still made her feel conflicted. She hadn't expected
the situation to be completely out of her control.

"You brat, I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold it against you!" Li Mochou scolded, no longer daring to linger,
and snatched Lu Wushuang away. "Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" She unleashed three Ice Soul Needles, shooting them towards Wu Santong, the most powerful among them. "Husband,
be careful!" Wu Sanniang shoved her husband, dodging a poisoned needle, but her leg was scratched by two Ice Soul Needles.
Taking advantage of the situation, Li Mochou used her lightness skill to leap away, disappearing like a gust of wind in an instant.

I don't know lightness skill. Wu Santong and Ke Zhen chased after her, cursing, but I could see they couldn't catch her, so I could only watch helplessly as
Li Mochou took little Wushuang away. Then I thought that Li Mochou would probably take Lu Wushuang as her disciple, and wouldn't harm her for the time being, which
calmed me down a bit.

"Cousin! Cousin!" Cheng Ying, a thirteen-year-old girl, was beautiful and dignified. Seeing her cousin kidnapped by Li Mochou, she
assumed Shuang'er was doomed. Cheng Ying ran frantically, tripped, and fell to the ground, bursting into tears.

The poor girl's heart softened at the sight of her sobbing. I went over, pulled Cheng Ying up,
hugged comforting her, "Don't cry. Your cousin will be alright. If that beauty really wanted to kill her,
she would have done so easily. Now that she's taken her away, she's unlikely to harm her again."

I thought my action was perfectly normal, like comrades showing concern for each other after a battle, but I forgot
that this was in another time and space.

Xiao Chengying stared at me blankly, not understanding the meaning of my gesture. She only felt that my embrace was warm and safe,
but then she suddenly remembered that I had praised Li Mochou. Feeling angry, she twisted her body against me, saying, "Li Mochou killed
my uncle and aunt, and you still say she's a great beauty! You...you're not a good person!"

The girl was just beginning to develop, and her newly erect breasts rubbed against my chest. Even through
the thin fabric of her clothes, the sensation made me somewhat aroused, and I couldn't help but get an erection. Xiao Chengying vaguely understood
matters between men and women; she felt a very hot, short stick slap against her lower abdomen... "Ouch! A snake is biting me!" Xiao
Chengying quickly escaped from me, looking at my groin in horror. "What...what are you hiding there?"

I awkwardly squeezed my legs together, my patched pants bulging with erection. "Damn it, God
hasn't been unfair to me! This little body of mine is quite a good asset.

" "Don't be afraid, I'm not hiding anything, hehe, it's just a natural physiological reaction." I tried to
dispel Cheng Ying's fear with my most honest and kind smile. The little girl asked softly, "A physiological reaction? What's that?"

Chapter Six: Loyal Wife, Sacrificing Herself to Shield Her Husband from a Poisonous Needle;
Disgusting Beggar, Willing to Die for Pleasure (Part 1)

"A physiological reaction, what's that?" Cheng Ying asked innocently. I was speechless. She really was a curious little thing. I wanted to
say, "Little sister, do you sometimes bleed when you go to the toilet one or two days a month? That's a physiological reaction."
But then thought, Cheng Ying is only fourteen years old. It would be really perverted of me to tease her like this. Besides, to openly tease
a little girl who has just lost a loved one in front of so many people would be even worse than an animal… Just as I was agonizing over this, Ke and Wu, who had chased after me for a short distance, returned empty-
handed . I thought to myself, they really didn't catch up.

"Young man, I heard your conversation with that she-devil clearly. You're quite clever. May
I ask which master you're from?" Blind Ke asked, pausing with his cane. I couldn't discern any praise or criticism in his words, and stammered, not daring to answer. I
turned see Wu Santong, that short, stocky fellow, also coming over with his wife and children. He saw Cheng Ying standing to the side, rushed over, hugged her, and asked:
"Little Ying'er, where's Yuan Jun? Was she taken away by that she-devil? Ah! Yuan Jun, don't be afraid, your godfather is here to save you!" The
short, deranged man had apparently taken Wu Shuang as his goddaughter.

Damn it, that short, deranged Wu Santong, his own wife is injured right there, and this old bastard is still thinking about his goddaughter?

I still hold modern views on relationships and am extremely disgusted by Wu Santong's disregard for his wife's life. Just then, Guo Fu couldn't stand
it anymore. "You're being unreasonable! Your wife took two of Li Mochou's Ice Soul Silver Needles for you, and her life is hanging by a thread. And you're still
thinking about others!"

Wu Santong, this short man, had lost his mind, but he wasn't stupid. Only when someone reminded him did he remember, and he hurriedly asked, "Third Sister,
where are you injured? Are you alright?" Wu Sanniang's pretty face was already pale, and she said weakly, "Husband, I'm not going to make it
... I'm entrusting our two children to you."

It is said that a dying man's words are kind. Although Wu Santong was incoherent, he was still good to his
sons when he wasn't confused. "My lady, don't say such unlucky things! I'll help you expel the poison!"

He used his One-Finger Divine Skill to seal the acupoints on San Niang's legs. Ke Zhen'e also took out an antidote pill, but
the poison was too potent, and their medicine was ineffective. Seeing that Wu San Niang was about to perish, Wu Santong said anxiously, "San Niang,
I'll help you suck the poison out."

"No!" Wu San Niang's pretty face turned pale. "That silver needle is extremely poisonous. I was only slightly scratched, and you'll die like this
."

Upon hearing this, the short and stocky Wu Santong hesitated. Even the two Wu brothers swallowed their words. Everyone is
afraid of death. Selfish people like them don't understand what it means to sacrifice oneself to save others, even one's closest relatives.

I thought to myself that Wu San Niang was gentle and kind, especially loyal to her husband, never complaining and always working hard. Such a beautiful woman
was rarer than a panda in the old world. It was truly unjust for such a good woman to die.

"Auntie, let me suck the poison out for you. Anyway, I have no parents and no one to care for me. If I die, I won't have to worry about food and drink anymore,
which would be a relief.

" "Big brother, don't! You'll die if you suck it out. She's not your relative..." Seeing that the Third Sister's family
was hesitant, Miss Guo thought, "Why should I, an outsider, interfere?" She was met with glares from Da Wu and Xiao Wu, and didn't finish her sentence.

I smiled and said, "I lost my mother when I was young, and I know how painful it is for a child without a mother."

Da Wu and Xiao Wu looked at me gratefully, "...Big brother...we..."

"My surname is Yang, and my name is Yang Guo," I said.

"Your name is Yang Guo?" Ke Zhen'e jumped out, staring at me with his strange eyes, which only had whites.

"Yes."

"Who is Yang Kang to you?" the old blind man asked resentfully.

"Do you know my late father?" I countered.

"I'll beat you to death, you little beast!" The old blind man lunged forward, ready to strike.

I shouted, "Hold your hand! I'm just a worthless life. If you want to kill me, wait until I've cured this auntie's poison. If she doesn't die, then
you'd better give me a quick death, old man. But if I can save someone, then my death will have some value. What do you say?"
I said with an air of righteous indignation.

The old blind man was stunned. Recalling my earlier frivolous behavior, he couldn't quite judge my true nature. Hearing my
reasonable and righteous words, he softened and couldn't bring himself to strike. He stood there speechless.

"Wait," Wu Santong said hesitantly, "we're not related, and my wife is a woman..." He had seen me groping her
earlier and was very suspicious of my character.

I glanced at the short, stocky Wu Santong again. "We can't delay any longer. If we don't act now, it'll be too late. Do you think I'd risk my life just to take advantage of your
wife ?" "I know I'm going to die, so you won't hold this against me, will you?"

The short, stocky Wu Santong was shocked, but not wanting to lose face, he shouted, "Nonsense! I, Wu Santong, am not
such petty person! Just do it already, my wife is dying!" Anyway, this kid is only thirteen or fourteen years old, and my wife is almost
thirty. The age gap is so big, I'm not afraid this kid will take advantage of me.

"This... let's not..." Wu Santong agreed, but Wu Sanniang couldn't bear to let a child die in her place.

"Sanniang, in this emergency, we must act quickly. This young man doesn't seem like a bad person. He's willing to risk his life to suck the drugs for you, so he shouldn't be that kind of despicable
villain." Wu Santong, however, assumed his wife was as selfish as he was, and tried to reason with her using his own logic.

"No, child, you're still so young, how can you..." Wu Sanniang was so anxious she almost sat up, tears welling in her eyes,
and she tried to push me away as I leaned against her.

I naturally understood Wu Sanniang's kindness and smiled, "Auntie, don't worry, I did it voluntarily. I'm just a lonely
little beggar, with no ties. You have your husband and child. Even if you don't think of yourself, you should think of Dunru and Xiuwen,
shouldn't you ... Please don't hesitate any longer, otherwise the poison will seep too deeply into their bloodstream, and it will be too late to save them.
If you remember my kindness, treat them as if they were me, and raise them well in the future. That way, my efforts today won't be in vain." "

The beautiful woman, Wu Sanniang, was suddenly struck by my words, and looking at her two young children, she could
n't streaming down her face. The short Wu Santong, Blind Ke, and all the children present were deeply moved. Little
Guo Fu and Little Cheng Ying couldn't help but hug each other and cry.

This...this really is that scoundrel Yang Kang's son? Even the stubborn Old Man Ke felt pity and began to re-examine the boy
before him . What a pity, such a young child! For the first time in many years, the old blind man
felt regret for his blindness, unable to see what the boy looked like... 'Boy, I've lived long enough,
let the old blind man do it. Little girl, you're not afraid I'm here to take advantage of you, are you?'

'No!' " "A group of people urged me to stop.

I said, "Grandpa, don't argue with me. So many people care about you. We can't delay any longer. Let me
do it ..."

"Brother Yang, I care about you too! Don't die!" Little Guo Fu and Little Cheng Ying
said .

"Ha, I have two good sisters who remember me. I must have accumulated good karma in my past life. Thank you." As I spoke, I
laboriously took Third Sister from Wu the Dwarf and entered the dilapidated kiln without looking back. No one, including the half-conscious Wu Third Sister,
saw the lewd smile on my face. My little darling Third Sister, you've really earned me points with the little beauty this time.
How can I thank you enough?

Chapter Seven: Loyal Wife Sacrifices Herself to Shield Her Husband from Poisonous Needles;
Ugly Beggar Willing to Die for Her Husband's Favor (Part 2)

Yang Jie, a captain in the Chinese Special Forces in the 21st century, died in the line of duty and was reborn in the Southern Song Dynasty,
possessing the body of Yang Guo, who had frozen and starved to death.

I encountered Miss Guo, who was still a pretty little girl named Guo Fu at that time. She wasn't as spoiled as she would become later.
I found her adorable and felt a liking for me. I even had a sudden thought of impersonating Yang Guo to swindle money and sex from the Guo family.
Then I saw the beautiful Wu San Niang, a paragon of chastity, virtue, and motherhood, suffering from the deadly poison of the Ice Soul Silver Needle. Unable to bear seeing her suffer the same
tragic fate, I offered to help her suck out the poison and heal her wounds. The beautiful woman was deeply moved, completely unaware that she had fallen into my trap
... I carried Wu San Niang into the inner room. Miss Guo, Cheng Ying, and Blind Ke were guarding outside, all worried about what would happen to me. The short, stocky
Wu Santong and his two mentally challenged sons were outside gathering firewood to prepare water and cook. Now that

Wu San Niang and I were in the same room, I finally had a chance to observe her closely. Wu Sanniang looked to be in her early thirties,
dressed like a married woman. Her hair was styled in a coiled bun,
adorned
with a jade phoenix hairpin. She had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and fair, smooth skin. Her features were exquisite, her delicate skin rosy and her eyebrows like painted paintings. She wore a light silk dress and a fine embroidered skirt, her body exuding a rich fragrance. What was most captivating was her graceful figure, which revealed a charming and mature allure.

I thought to myself: Wu Santong, that short, ugly fellow, is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife.
Yet, he secretly loves his goddaughter, He Yuanjun. He Yuanjun has been dead for many years; she shouldn't be much younger than Wu Sanniang. Why is Wu Santong
so infatuated with her? Why is he neglecting his beautiful wife, Wu Sanniang?

I stared at Wu Sanniang, my captivating gaze lingering on her mature, voluptuous, and alluring body. Wu Sanniang's cheeks
flushed, and she frowned, intending to scold me, but then she remembered that I was about to die for her. Although I was only thirteen or fourteen, I
was still a man, and awakening desire was perfectly normal. She also felt that at her early thirties, having already fathered
two sons, her looks and figure could still so captivate a young man full of vigor. A
stirring of emotion, unlike anything she had ever felt before, stirred within her long-lonely heart… “Auntie, where are you hurt? Let me see!” I suddenly asked, startling Sanniang
. She thought to herself that what was coming had finally arrived, and seemed somewhat hesitant to speak. Seeing me staring at her, her cheeks flushed even more, and
she lowered her head, becoming even more charmingly girlish.

“Child, I’m hurt in my leg. Could you turn around first?” the beautiful woman whispered, her cheeks even redder. Unlike
the prosperous Tang Dynasty greatly restricted. Exposing one
's legs to anyone other than one's husband was considered a breach of chastity, especially since the wound on my thigh was so close to my most private area... Ah, was the beauty going to take off her skirt in front of me
? My heart raced, my eyes widened, and I swallowed hard.

"Auntie, you've held on until now thanks to Eunuch Ke's elixir, but you're
now 're too stiff to move. If you trust my character, please let me do it, okay?" I acted convincingly, with an
expression of indifference, which made the beautiful woman, Wu Sanniang, sob again.

Wu Sanniang nodded slightly, letting me place her on a pile of dry grass. Watching me remove her skirt piece by piece until she
was left only in her underpants, Wu Sanniang was overcome with shame and turned her head away, not daring to look at me again. She was naturally chaste.
For ten years, her husband had been mentally unstable, constantly thinking only of his deceased goddaughter. Now, her long-parched heart was gradually opening up to a
minor , and her body involuntarily warmed, causing her to inwardly curse herself for being lewd.

In my previous life, I entered military academy at eighteen and joined the special forces codenamed Snow Leopard at twenty-one. I had served in the military
for six years . Our unit had strict discipline, and military regulations did not allow it, so apart from contact during missions, I had only
seen women's naked bodies when I secretly watched porn with my best buddies in the dormitory.

I never expected that on my first day after transmigrating, I would see a genuine classical beauty, a stunningly beautiful woman half-naked
... Damn it, I wish I had sacrificed myself and transmigrated earlier. It was getting late, so I casually lit the oil lamp beside the table.

Seeing me light the lamp, Wu Sanniang was both ashamed and anxious: "Don't light the lamp..." She couldn't help but cover her half-naked body with her hands.
A blush rose between her cheeks, her fair, snow-white hands, her slender waist, and her full, snow-white breasts, their beautiful curves
faintly visible, revealed her porcelain-smooth legs. Thanks to the well-tailored undergarments, her pert, half-naked, S-shaped buttocks were fully displayed. The mysterious triangle encased in her moon
-white revealed the most alluring lines of her most sacred place, sparking endless fantasies... I almost... My nose was bleeding,
and I thought : She truly is a fertile and superior breed; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to have twins. Damn it, all the good women have been wasted on that bastard. Wu San Niang's offspring are such
trash. If there weren't people outside, I would have loved to be right there on the haystack, completely shoving her down, then shoving her down again, and then doing
what I love… I stammered, “If the light isn't on… I can't see where the wound is…”

Chapter Eight: Loyal Wife, Sacrificing Herself to Shield Her Husband from a Poisonous Needle;
Disgusting Beggar, Willing to Die for Pleasure (Part Two)

“Third Sister, where is your wound? Let me see it quickly.” Looking at the alluring, half-naked beauty of the classically beautiful Wu San Niang,
I couldn't help but swallow hard, secretly changing my address from “Auntie” to calling her by her full name. I thought, a woman's wound wouldn't be in that
precious place , would it? If it were, she would be completely naked… Thinking this, my eyes gleamed, and my mouth watered.

"My...my injury is on my side, didn't I just tell you?" Even with her eyes closed, Wu Sanniang could feel my
increasingly intense gaze; even she was finding it hard to bear. Her pretty face flushed red, she muttered a soft complaint.

"Ah? Oh, hehe..." I was so captivated by the beauty before me that I was still dizzy, completely forgetting my earlier
question , and could only manage a sheepish laugh to cover it up.

Hearing my silly grin, Wu Sanniang couldn't help but picture my signature smile, revealing my gleaming white teeth. Thinking of my
handsome face, she thought to herself, "This boy is really good-looking," and a flutter of desire stirred within her. Under my watchful gaze, Wu Sanniang
tremblingly lifted the hem of her undergarments. The beautiful woman's shapely, fair, and alluring thighs were bruised and purple at the base; clearly, the poison had
entered her body. If it wasn't expelled quickly, perhaps… I certainly wouldn't let this gentle beauty, so much like Mu Nianci in *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, perish
so
tragically. More importantly, I had to leave her with the image of a virtuous gentleman. This long-abandoned fertile field would surely have a chance for me to cultivate it later. I repeatedly recited the calming mantra three times, reminding myself not to be impatient. I had already
planned this; my act wasn't just to win the favor of Xiao Guo Fu and Xiao Cheng Ying, but primarily, to…
With the One-Finger Divine Skill sealed and the toxicity reduced by Ke Zhen'e's antidote pill, I shouldn't die, right? Besides, I know the Western Poison Master is
nearby; I should be able to hold out until I find him.

"Third Sister, lie down quickly. I'll help you suck out the poison." I quickly stepped forward. At
this critical moment, Wu San Niang's pretty face flushed red. Looking at my concerned expression, she was stunned. Both sad and ashamed, she sobbed, "Child, I...you...Auntie
will never forget your kindness..."

Hearing this, I thought there was a chance. Although my mind had already turned to Ximen Qing, I still maintained a serious expression and said,
"Third Sister, you don't need to thank me. I admire your help for those in distress and for helping the weak. Although I don't have much ability to help,
if I can help you, I will...Besides, if I hadn't been desperate, I wouldn't have done such a tragic thing, right?"
Doing good deeds must be emotional. Uncle Lei Feng did good deeds anonymously, but he recorded them in his diary. We should learn from him;
that's the highest level.

Wu Sanniang laboriously covered my mouth with her hand, saying, "Silly child, don't say that. Even if... Sanniang really can't
bear to let you sacrifice yourself like this..." Wu Sanniang naturally sensed my affection for her, but her kind nature
prevented her from saying she would sacrifice herself for her.

Seeing an opportunity, I was overjoyed. I leaned in and lowered my head to take the bluish-white skin of the beautiful woman's legs into my mouth.
A slightly pungent scent of a mature woman wafted over, making my blood boil. I calmed myself, took a deep breath,
and then spat out the poisoned blood.

Wu Sanniang's pure and innocent body had never been touched by anyone other than her husband, the short Wu Santong. At this moment,
a young man was kissing her deeply, his lips and tongue touching her sensitive skin, making her blush with shyness. A
strange ; she could feel her lower body becoming wet… People say women at thirty are like wolves,
but the unconscious Third Sister could only let her lower body flow like a babbling brook, unable to stop it. My hand also couldn't help but press against her lower abdomen.
As time passed, her soft body gradually moved slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her skin. Her warm,
full thighs began to close and tighten, rubbing against each other almost imperceptibly, and soft moans and panting gradually emerged from her mouth.

I felt a surge of heat rise from my lower abdomen, and my blood surged uncontrollably. Damn it, I've never
encountered anything like this before. If this continues, I'm afraid I'll die from the premature onset of the Ice Soul Silver Needle poison. I
sucked out the poisonous blood, mouthful by mouthful, until I spat out the last mouthful of black blood. The blood flowing from the wound had turned red before I left
San Niang's body, pretending to collapse to the ground.

Wu San Niang seemed to wake from a dream, stealing a glance at me, afraid that her unintentional rubbing of her body had frightened
the boy before her. Seeing me weakly lying on the ground, she embraced me without any hesitation, asking, "Child, how are you? Has the poison you inhaled
started take effect? Are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing her concern for me, I felt a warmth in my heart, knowing she should be alright, and smiled, "San Niang, I'm fine.
Look, the poison has all been sucked out."

Wu San Niang struggled to her feet, seeing that although her side of her leg was still black, red
blood , and she knew her life had been saved. Even though she could face death calmly, everyone ultimately has the desire to live. "Child,
thank you, Auntie!" she said to me with tears in her eyes, no longer caring about her disheveled appearance.

I felt a surge of exhilaration. I pressed my head between Wu Sanniang's full breasts, the touch so soft,
the subtle fragrance of a mature woman filling my nostrils, and I could faintly hear her slightly pounding heartbeat. Holding her
hand, I softly said, "Sanniang, I'm so cold. I might die soon. Can you stay with me until the end?"

How could Wu Sanniang refuse such a sentimental confession from a young man who cared more about her life than her husband? Hearing
me say this, she disregarded my filth and used her silk handkerchief to wipe my face, which was covered in sweat and mud from the fight
, as if trying to imprint my image deep in her heart.

At that moment, I looked truly terrifying. My lips were swollen like sausages, turning black, my pupils dilated, almost
lifeless, a far cry from my mischievous, playful, and handsome appearance. Wu Sanniang felt a pang of heartache, thinking I was already infected by
the deadly poison and on the verge of death, and felt a deep sense of guilt.

"Third Sister, I... I feel so awful." I looked pained.

"Child, it's all my fault! Waaah..." Wu San Niang was kind-hearted by nature. Seeing me risk my
life to save hers, she felt even more guilty. She wanted to help me suck out the poison, but she didn't know how.

"I'm just a little beggar with no parents. Even if I die, I'll die without regrets." I was indeed infected by
the deadly poison However, I used to be a special forces elite and had received training in this area. I had been injected with antitoxin serum. Although
the poison on the Ice Soul Silver Needle was very potent, after the initial dizziness and nausea, I was actually okay. At least I could walk and run.
The miserable state I experienced later was mostly an act. "Third Sister, can you call me 'Guo'er'? Actually, seeing you reminds me of
my mother who died many years ago..."

My "last words" moved Wu San Niang to tears, like pear blossoms in the rain. What a good child! "Guo'er
, you must hold on. Third Sister will take you to see a doctor. There will definitely be a way to save you. Don't die..."

Chapter Nine: Loyal Wife, Sacrificing Herself to Shield Her Husband from Poison Needles;
Ugly Beggar, Willing to Die for Her Husband's Favor (The End)

"Third Sister, when I saw you, I felt that you were as gentle and kind as my mother. I am the only one left in the Yang family, all alone in
this world. However, I will soon be going down to meet my parents... Please don't make a sound. Let me go quietly. Don't
let me disturb anyone." I continued to pretend to be dying from the poison. To make it more realistic, I suddenly accelerated my breathing,
secretly bit my already blackened lower lip, and forced out a mouthful of black blood.

Seeing me cough up black blood, Wu Sanniang was terrified. Hearing me recount my incredibly tragic life story, her heart
overflowed .

"Guo...Guo'er, speak slowly, don't speak too forcefully, speak softly. What are your wishes? Sanniang will definitely help you
fulfill them ."

I was overjoyed and continued, breathing heavily, "Sanniang, I...please, Sanniang, after I die, help me with my burial..."

"Waaah...Sanniang will remember, waaah..." Wu Sanniang was heartbroken, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I've never seen my father...please burn more gold leaf for me, so I can go down and honor my parents and ancestors..." I continued...
She spoke haltingly.

"Third Sister, I've remembered."

"Also... please, Third Sister, after I die, offer sacrifices for my family during festivals. My birthday is May 14th
..." Later I learned that in ancient times, lower-class people didn't celebrate birthdays; they were considered a year older after the New Year.

"Yes, Third Sister, you're awake." She nodded earnestly in agreement.

I pretended to be very weak and said, "I did a good deed before I died. Father and Mother, you should be happy, right? Alas, my
Yang family... a family of loyal martyrs. After my death, my Yang family line will be completely cut off. I'm sorry to my ancestor, Lord Yang, and I
'm sorry to my great-grandfather, Lord Zaixing! Cough cough..."

Hearing that I had such a heavy burden, Wu Sanniang wondered what to do. Even if there were two girls outside, from
any perspective, she couldn't let those girls suffer.

"I'm sorry, Guo'er, I've let down the Yang family," Wu Sanniang sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "It's a pity I only have two sons,
but no daughters..."

I chuckled inwardly. This beautiful woman was kind to the point of being naive; she was even trying to find a solution for my unreasonable request.
"Sanniang, look at me, I can barely breathe. Even if you have a daughter, I can't ruin her life." *Tch*,
I have no interest in my two stupid sons' asses; I'm only interested in you, this mature and beautiful woman. If you'd let
me penetrate your anus, that would be perfect, I thought lewdly.

Seeing my weak and feeble state, Wu Sanniang realized I was truly incapable of intimacy and procreation. It seemed she had
misunderstood. "Yes, I misunderstood. Guo'er, how exactly do you want me to help you? Tell me,"

I looked up at her. Third Sister's beautiful eyes held a hint of flirtation, her cheeks were rosy, and her
breasts silk bodice tightly accentuated her proud, full breasts, making her exquisite and charming figure exceptionally alluring.

"I...I...I was just saying, don't be angry," I stammered.

"You...you say it, I'm not angry," Third Sister said hesitantly, as if she knew what I was about to say.

I chuckled inwardly, thinking that the beauty had already taken the bait. "Third Sister, you...you're so beautiful, I...I've liked you since the moment I
saw you..."

A sudden tremor ran through Third Sister's heart. Sure enough, he liked me, and on our first meeting, he had
risked his life for me... "Silly child, Third Sister is old, how could you sacrifice yourself for Third Sister? Waaah...
Third Sister is so sorry." Third Sister's gratitude was beyond words. She felt that no one in the world had ever been so kind to her.
Her parents? To curry favor with the Wu family's power, my father married me off to the general's mansion. Wu Santong was once a general, but he
never considered me his lover or wife. To put it bluntly, I was just a tool for his lust and procreation... My two
sons? Ever since their father went mad and ran away, I couldn't control them anymore. He scolded me at will,
just like their father... I saw that Third Sister was deep in thought but didn't scold or beat me, so I understood even better. "Third Sister
... I don't know either, I just couldn't help wanting to be good to you. I... I'm willing, no one forced me, I'm just willing to
give . And I'm not just saying it, I did it, I don't regret it, I only hope that after I die, you will still remember that there
was someone like me, someone who once loved you deeply, loved you without reservation... even if it meant giving my life, because I
really did it..."

"No, stop, Guo'er, please stop..." Before I could finish my only disgusting lines, Wu Third Sister
had already thrown herself into my arms and cried bitterly. "Actually... Third Sister is also lonely, Third Sister also needs someone to love her... But
why... why is it like this? The person who cares about me the most in this world has to die like this..." Wu San Niang was already somewhat delirious
, only whispering to herself.

I thought she was going to reject me, and my heart skipped a beat. However, judging from Wu San Niang's actions, it didn't seem like that. With
my extraordinary hearing, I heard it clearly,
and I couldn't help but feel overjoyed. I comforted her again, "Actually, what I want to say is that even if I die, at least it can prove that no one can do better than me. Now I know that Third Sister has me in her heart, so I can
go in peace, without any regrets... I don't care about forever, I only care about having had it. A moment of brilliance can also be eternal
..." As I spoke, I closed my eyes slightly, and my outstretched hand fell limply, no longer moving.

"No! Guo'er! Master Ke! Santong! Come quickly..." Wu Sanniang suddenly realized that she had been so focused on confiding in me
that she had missed the best time for treatment. There might have been a glimmer of hope, but now... She disregarded her disheveled appearance and
hurriedly ran outside to call for help.

The instant Wu Sanniang lifted the curtain to leave, I suddenly opened my eyes, thinking to myself: Too much time wasted.
My body is starting to feel numb. It seems my own antibodies alone can't break down the toxins. Damn it, Li Da Meiren, your
poison is really potent. I'm impressed. Once I've mastered martial arts, next time we meet, I'll give you three hundred lashes
. Of course, my flesh stick, wahahaha... I quietly slipped through a straw-covered hole in the corner of the wall, as silent as a cat
. My reconnaissance skills are absolutely top-notch. Ever since entering the kiln, I've been looking for an escape route. I quickly
sensed a wind blowing in from the corner of the wall. Judging from the wind direction and speed, and the way the straw was arranged, I deduced that the opening
was large enough for me to pass through. Knowing how sharp Ke the Blind Man's hearing was, I naturally had to proceed with caution. After emerging from the broken kiln, I immediately
began wandering through the surrounding mountains and forests. Combining my vast knowledge as a self-proclaimed super fan of Jin Yong's novels with the wisdom of long-term wilderness survival, I was confident that my
calculations wouldn't be wrong. Now, I could only hope to find traces left by the Western Poison.

However, I had seriously underestimated the complexity of the terrain around Jiaxing's water towns. After wandering for nearly half an hour, I hadn't found
any strange man walking upside down, or heard any sounds of stones hitting the ground, or any traces. "Damn it, Western Poison, if you
don't come out soon, I'm afraid I'm going to die again, and as a virgin." I felt that I was truly
going to die
with my eyes open this time, because I was already having difficulty breathing. I lay on a large rock by the South Lake, panting heavily. I clearly felt that my eyes were open, but everything was slowly going black. Just as I was about to close my eyes, I vaguely saw
a strange upside-down figure pass by. My survival instinct kicked in and I cried out, "Dad, save me!" and then I died
...

Chapter Ten: The Hairy-Faced Monster, You Say You're My Dad?
The Central Plains Beauty, Huang Rong Makes Her Appearance and Outshines All Others.

"My dear son, you're awake?" When I woke up again, my nose was pressed against a hairy, strange face—or more accurately
, a spiky head like a hedgehog. I don't know how long he hadn't cleaned himself; his hair and beard were all matted
together in clumps, like a hedgehog's head coated in hair wax, except this one was 360 degrees.

Seeing this strange man, I actually felt a sense of relief. I stood up and stretched, finding that the stiffness in my limbs and difficulty
breathing had completely disappeared. So I said, "Dad, why did it take you so long?" I'm not stupid. The old Yang boy
was blind to my talent, and I didn't want to waste my breath arguing with Old Monster Ouyang about whether to acknowledge him as my godfather. I wanted to settle the relationship
first . First, no one was watching the show here. Second, I had the advantage of foresight; I knew that no matter what methods I used,
I was no match for Ouyang Feng, so I surrendered immediately.

"Huh? You really are my good son? And who am I? And who are you? Waaaaah... Boguerte, Hulan Bodong,
Sangangbumi, who am I? Who am I???" Ouyang Feng roared upside down, looking up at the sky.

"Awooo~" A clear cry of a roc bird was heard from the distant horizon, as if echoing Ouyang Feng's roar.

"Hmm? This bird's cry is annoying me. It seems someone I really don't want to see is coming. Good son, I'm leaving. See you at
the Shili Slope Mountain God Temple at midnight . Remember to come find me. Daddy will teach you unparalleled martial arts. Don't forget!" After saying that,
he turned and left upside down without looking back.

"Hey, Daddy, the poison in my body..." I touched my still swollen lips and asked hurriedly.

"That little bit of poison, Daddy already cured you while you were sleeping. Go back and take a piss and you'll be fine." Ouyang Feng's
voice came from afar.

"Hahaha, having a father like this isn't bad." I was already grinning from ear to ear. I had a well-thought-out plan:
not only to extort money from the Guo family, but also to fully exploit Ouyang Feng's value. After all, I've lived two lives, possessing over twenty years
of rich experience from my previous life, as well as a solid foundation in both internal and external martial arts. Therefore, I was quite looking forward to tonight's trip to the Mountain God Temple.

I strolled back to the dilapidated kiln, and from afar I saw flames shooting into the sky in front of it. Everyone was shocked, thinking
Li Mochou had returned, and rushed to the kiln entrance. There, I saw Wu Sanniang sitting at the kiln entrance wiping away tears, while Wu Santong was nowhere to be seen.
The Wu brothers were playing carefree, while Cheng Ying and Guo Fu sat beside Sanniang, quietly comforting her.

"Brother Yang? Brother Yang is back." Guo Fu, with her sharp eyes, spotted me returning from afar.

"Guo'er? Guo'er is back? Thank goodness, where have you been?" Wu Sanniang wiped away her tears and led little Cheng Ying slowly towards me
.

"Me? Never mind that, what's going on? My house!" I couldn't help but ask,
somewhat .

Just as I was lost in thought, I saw three people rushing towards me from afar—two men and a woman. Leading them was none other than Blind Ke, whom I had just parted ways with
. Close behind him was a robust middle-aged man, around thirty-five years old, with a square face, thick eyebrows
, large eyes, a broad chest, a straight back, and a short mustache, giving him an extremely honest appearance. Accompanying him was a
beautiful young woman not yet thirty. My first impression of her was—"stunning." Her arched eyebrows resembled an inverted crescent moon, and beneath her long
eyelashes were a pair of jewel-like eyes, sparkling with a dazzling light that instantly captivated me. A high, straight
nose , full, jade-like cheeks, rosy lips, and a head of jet-black hair styled in a traditional married woman's bun—though I
believe that if it were loose, it would be as smooth as silk, as captivating as a cascading waterfall. Her figure was slender and tall;
even in a loose patchwork dress, her high, firm
breasts forming a perfect golden ratio. Her hips were full and rounded—truly, any more would be too plump, any less too thin—revealing
a charm that surpassed even that of Third Sister. I reached this conclusion after several observations, and now I didn't dare glance
at her even slightly, because I knew Huang Rong was extremely observant of details. However, for someone like me, who had long been on undercover missions,
trying to outsmart someone from a thousand years ago was simply beyond my comprehension.

"Father! Mother!" Guo Fu rushed over happily upon seeing the newcomers.

Seeing the raging flames, Guo Jing frowned and asked, "What happened?"

"It's like this..." Guo Fu, quick to speak, described my conscious state after my disappearance before Wu Sanniang could even reply.
Apparently, Wu Sanniang had come out seeking help, and Wu Santong, already impatient and jealous, saw his wife
emerge from the inner room disheveled. Enraged, he slapped her without a word. His angry attack knocked the weakened Wu Sanniang to the ground with a single
blow , her cheek swelling up considerably. Still not satisfied, Wu Santong
dragged Wu Sanniang away, beating and scolding her, frightening both the young and old Wu brothers into tears. Guo Fu and Cheng Ying, unable to bear the sight, pulled Ke Zhen'e over to break up the fight. Wu Santong
grew increasingly enraged with his curses, and in a fit of madness, he uprooted a large tree from the nearby woods, destroyed the kiln, and stormed off, leaving behind only the heartbroken
Wu Sanniang and her son, and the terrified Cheng Ying and Guo Fu. Perhaps some ignition source, such as thatch, firewood, or kerosene
, had been knocked over inside the kiln, and soon a raging fire broke out, burning the abandoned kiln to the ground, resulting in the scene everyone had just witnessed.

"Damn it, is he even a man?" After Guo Fu finished her exaggerated account, we saw Wu Sanniang's red and swollen
cheek, and I felt a pang of heartache, but I couldn't show it too much. I could only slap the nearby tree hard and curse. In my heart, I
thought: Damn it, you old bastard, you dare to hit my woman! Next time I see you, I'll cut off your thing, stuff it in
a gourd, soak it in wine, and make you carry it around drinking for the rest of your life.

"Don't be rude! That Uncle Wu is an elder; no matter what, you can't speak to him like that," Guo Jing immediately reprimanded.
He suddenly realized the child looked familiar and couldn't help but ask, "Young brother, may I ask your name?"

Before I could speak, a sharp sound rang out, and a pebble embedded itself in a nearby tree, with a note attached.
Huang Rong picked up the note and smiled, "It's Father! Father, it's been so long! Your daughter has missed you dearly. Brother Jing and your granddaughter
are here; please come out and greet us." But there was no response for a long time. Huang Rong knew her father had already gone far away, and she felt a little
disappointed, knowing that her father didn't want to meet Guo Jing and Ke Zhen'e. Although the tragedy thirteen years ago was proven to be a misunderstanding where the Old Poison Master framed
the Eastern Heretic , there was always a grudge between the Eastern Heretic and Ke Zhen'e, so much so that Huang Yaoshi preferred to wander the martial world for fifteen years
rather than return to Peach Blossom Island.

Huang Rong unfolded the note and said to everyone, "Don't worry, Lu Yatou has been rescued by Father, but it's a pity that Li Mochou has run away."
" My father saw her injured right foot and probably thought of my senior brothers, so he's considering taking her as a disciple. Ying'er, you don't need to
worry about your cousin anymore. Maybe you'll be reunited soon."

Although Cheng Ying was reluctant, she had personally witnessed the actions of this elusive master. If her cousin was fortunate enough to become his
disciple, she would not only be safe but also learn skills to avenge her uncle and aunt. She was quite gratified.

The group couldn't find the bodies of the Lu couple in the ruins, so they had to return to Lu Family Village to bury the Lu family's servants. Cheng Ying wept
bitterly . She was now destitute, with no relatives except for her missing cousin. Therefore, Guo Jing and his wife, along with Ke Zhen'e, decided to take
her and me back to Peach Blossom Island. Wu San Niang and the Wu brothers, who were also homeless, naturally decided to go with them.

In the carriage, Huang Rong and San Niang coaxed the frightened little Guo Fu and little Cheng Ying to sleep.

Guo Jing, preoccupied, couldn't help but ask my name again: "I still don't know your esteemed name, young brother?" "

Although Ke Zhen'e knew my name, he smiled but didn't respond, simply listening to our conversation.

While I disliked him, I admired his approachable attitude. Having experienced several storylines myself,
I confidently said, 'My name is Yang Guo, a local.'

'You? Do you have a courtesy name? What's your mother's name?' Guo Jing asked, his voice trembling slightly.

'My courtesy name is Gaizhi. My mother originally said I could only use it when I grew up, but she passed away early and
told me beforehand.' I knew Huang Rong was perceptive; if I were too eager to introduce myself, it might arouse her suspicion, so I answered only
what .

'Are you really surnamed Yang, given name Guo, and courtesy name Gaizhi?' he asked in a slightly trembling tone, revealing his
genuine excitement.

'I am indeed Yang Guo, and you are... Eunuch Ke, and this gentleman is...?'" "I pretended to be stupid.

"Guo'er, this is your Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo. I wonder if your mother has ever mentioned them to you?" Ke Zhen'e said to me with a rare
gentle tone . He was quite satisfied with this fake Yang Guo. In his opinion,
Mu Nianci, as a mother, must be a great mother to raise a child to be so open-minded, witty, brave, and selfless.
Although the old blind man was stubborn and sometimes had a foul mouth, he was still worthy of being called a great hero who kept his word by leading his six brothers and sisters across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers
to teach Guo Jing for sixteen years. On the other hand, you could say he was a fanatic,
but it was this fanaticism that made him judge me based on my first impression.

"A happy encounter on the way out? Is there such a coincidence in the world? I said I was looking for Yang Guo, and Yang Guo just appeared in front of me?" Huang Da Meiren's
words were cold and sarcastic. She probably already thought I was a little beggar who was pretending to be a relative to cheat people out of food and drink.

"Rong'er, don't frighten Guo'er." "Guo Jing said softly, and reached out to gently stroke my head, saying,
'It's Guo'er, no doubt about it. Although his lips are a little swollen, he really looks like him…' His touch gave me goosebumps, but I couldn't complain.
But in my heart, I was thinking: I'm rich! Anyway, I already told Miss Guo that I was Yang Guo, and now it's too
late to back out. Besides, only a fool would want to back out. Even Guo Jing said I look like him, so it can't be wrong.

'Brother Jing, don't let it slip yet. We're not even sure if he's the person we're looking for,' Huang Rong was indeed clever, wary of
me taking advantage of the Guo family.

Huang Rong stared at me for a long time before hesitantly asking, 'What's your mother's name?'

'Why should I tell you?'" "I know what the 'feigned indifference' tactic is. I already have a complete plan in mind.
Whether I can learn martial arts depends on this one move. Although I am poor, I am not short-sighted. I am not some imposter trying to
scam money from rich men. I don't need to suffer your insults. Let's part ways here!" With that, I resolutely
jumped out of the carriage.

"Guo'er, don't go. Your uncle apologizes. Your aunt shouldn't have suspected you like that. Rong'er, you mustn't say anything more."
His voice already carried a hint of anger, clearly showing his dissatisfaction with his wife.

Sure enough, you won't fall for it. Huang Rong said with a somewhat aggrieved tone, "Your mother's ancestral home is Mu Kezhai in Shandong. After the Jingkang Incident, she took refuge in
Niujia Village in Jiaxing Prefecture. She is a descendant of the great Song Dynasty heroine Mu Guiying, Mu Nianci! Is that right?" Hearing my words,
her Wu dialect mixed with a strong northern accent, she roughly believed my identity.

I asked in surprise, "Yes!" "How did you know?"

Huang Rong suddenly attacked without warning, grabbing my shoulder and shoving me aside.

I was prepared for this, and although I was sitting, I leaned forward and knelt on the ground, angrily shouting, "
What are you doing ?"

Huang Rong saw that my lips were swollen like intestines, with dark flesh and pus oozing from them. She thought, "Could this kid really
be risking his life to treat Wu San Niangzi's poison?" Her heart softened, and she didn't make things difficult for me any further. She simply nodded slightly to Guo Jing, acknowledging
my identity.

"My surname is Guo, my name is Guo Jing. I saw you when you were this age. I even gave you your name..." Guo Jing
said in a trembling voice.

"You...you said your name is Guo Jing?" I suddenly asked, my eyes turning bloodshot. "Hmph, let go! Stop pretending to be a good person!
I don't want to see you anymore! Get out! I never want to see you again!" "I pointed at Guo Jing and Huang Rong and cursed.

Everyone stood there, stunned. They hadn't expected that I, who had been so good-tempered and smiling at everyone just moments before, would suddenly lose my temper like this.

"You, why are you cursing my father and mother like that?" Guo Fu, who was fast asleep, was awakened by my outburst. Seeing me pointing at her father
, she jumped out and scolded me.

"Yes, Guo'er, you're wrong. Quickly apologize to your Uncle Guo," Third Aunt also advised from the side.

I pointed at Guo Jing with a trembling finger and said hatefully, "Ask him, ask him how my father died!" I pointed at
Guo Jing said.

Ke Zhen'e heard me clearly and said loudly, "You can ask him. Who in the martial arts world doesn't know that your father was
a villain who betrayed his country and made a traitor? How can you be so ungrateful?"

"You're talking nonsense. I'd rather die today than let you tarnish my father's reputation." "With tears streaming down my face, I feigned
righteous indignation and roared: 'With my current appearance, it's truly heartbreaking to smell and tear-jerking to see.

' 'Master Guo, Madam Guo, this child has been kind to me. Please, for my husband's sake, don't make things difficult
for him,' Third Sister pleaded, fearing that Guo Jing might harm me in his anger.

'Yes, Father, Mother, Brother Yang isn't a bad person, and his father isn't a great villain, is he?' Guo Fu chimed in. Cheng Ying,
sitting beside Third Sister, trembled, clutching my sleeve, thinking that Guo Jing and Huang Rong were the great villains who had come with Li Mochou earlier."

Guo Jing sighed, "Madam Wu, you've misunderstood. His father and I are sworn brothers, how could..."

"I've heard that my father was killed by his sworn brother. Don't you think so?"

"This..." Guo Jing was tongue-tied and couldn't explain the cause and effect clearly.

Huang Rong sighed, "Let this child calm down first." She despised Yang Kang from the bottom of her heart, but she also admired my courage.
Seeing the situation, she knew that Guo Jing couldn't abandon me, so she reached out and pressed my pressure point to put me to sleep. I thought to myself, so this is what it feels like to be pressured, and then I
fell into the warm embrace of Third Sister.

Huang Rong took out a Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill, a holy medicine from Peach Blossom Island for detoxification and regulating qi, and put it in my mouth. After the medicine dissolved in my mouth,
she gently patted me awake.

I opened my eyes and felt a wonderful fragrance enter my mouth. I felt much better and had strength in my body. "I refuse to take
your filthy medicine! If you have the guts, kill me now, or I'll definitely seek revenge when I grow up!" I spat
, stiffened my neck, and looked ready to die a martyr.

"Guo'er..." Guo Jing hesitated, seeing my misunderstanding of him, which pained him deeply, and his voice
trembled.

Huang Rong waved her hand, telling him to be quiet, and asked, "Did your mother tell you that we killed your father?"

I shook my head cooperatively, "An old man told me."

Huang Rong asked, "What did this old man look like?"

I replied, "The old man always smiled, but he was bald, probably because he was too old. Oh, and
he had a diamond-shaped scar on his head, like he'd been bitten by something."

Guo Jing slapped the carriage and said in a deep voice, "It's Elder Peng!"

"Hmm, it seems to be this villain." Huang Rong thought to herself, how could this child
describe Elder Peng's appearance in such detail if he hadn't seen him in person? However, she never dreamed that I, Yang Guo, was a time traveler, and naturally knew who
had a deep grudge against them and who had once attempted to rape Mu Nianci.

Huang Rong sighed and said, "Ah, child, actually, the matter is like this..." So, Huang Rong was forced to start recounting
the three old stories , from the snowy night in Niujia Village, the deaths of Guo Xiaotian and Yang Tiexin, to Qiu Chuji and the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan making a bet at the Misty Rain Pavilion in Jiaxing, all the way to
Guo and Yang meeting in Zhongdu, Mu Nianci's martial arts contest to find a husband, and then to Yang Kang not recognizing his own father, not only recognizing a thief as his father, but also how he repeatedly
harmed Guo Jing, and finally the death of the Six Heroes at his hands... At this point, Ke Zhen'e next to me had already ground his steel cane into
a clanging sound, obviously extremely resentful, but he couldn't vent his anger on this old blind man in front of him who was not inherently bad and had a strong sense of justice, so
he could only struggle with himself.

"I don't believe you, you're lying to me! My father isn't that kind of person." I continued to feign ignorance, perfectly portraying the image of a young man despairing
after .

Huang Rong continued, "The facts are right before your eyes. That old man you mentioned is also a very evil person. I suppose you didn't
tell him your true identity."

I nodded, "When I went to sweep my mother's grave, he asked me who I was. My mother told me that my family has a great
enemy and that I shouldn't easily reveal my identity in the future. So I told him I was a neighbor, helping to sweep the grave."

Huang Rong and her husband exchanged a glance, thinking: What a cunning young man.

"Guo'er, all these years, your Aunt Guo and I have searched so hard for you and your mother..." Guo Jing couldn't contain his
excitement and stepped forward to hug me tightly.

I gently broke free from his embrace and said, "I don't believe what you're saying without real evidence."

Ke Zhen'e slammed his steel staff down and shouted, "If you want proof, I'll give you proof."

The group hurriedly set off, taking a large cart to Qixia Temple. All the way, I remained silent, only staring intently at Guo Jing.
Guo Jing didn't seem offended at all; instead, he praised my filial piety and backbone.

Huang Rong's expression softened considerably towards me. She took out another pill and handed me her water pouch. I stiffened my neck and
turned my head away, refusing to look at her, but I knew my plan to smooth things over had largely worked. At least speaking openly had lowered Huang Rong
's guard considerably. Wu Sanniang took the pill and urged me to take it, which I reluctantly agreed to.

Huang Rong then reached out to take my pulse, while Guo Jing asked with concern, "Rong'er, what's wrong with Guo'er?" Guo Jing was
indeed an honest and kind man; I could tell that my concern for me was entirely genuine. I felt ashamed. Wasn't I taking advantage of an
honest man? Although I despised Guo Jing's rigid doctrines, I also admired his chivalry and knew that he genuinely cared about me,
his "Yang Guo," so my expression softened slightly.

"Brother Jing, you can rest assured. I've taken his pulse, and the toxins in his body have mostly been eliminated. There are only a few remnants in
his muscles , but they'll be completely eliminated in three to five days. He'll be fine." Although she was surprised that the poison had subsided so quickly,
given our relationship, I certainly wouldn't tell her the whole truth, so she didn't press me further.

We traveled in silence for over an hour until we arrived at Qixia Temple on Woyun Mountain. The old Zen master, Kuye, was
the junior brother and one of the witnesses to the great battle between the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan and Qiu Chuji. He himself had indeed seen Duan Tiande abduct Guo Jing's mother
, Li Ping, and testified that the Guo and Yang families were old friends. Guo Jing, remembering his mother's suffering here, couldn't help but shed tears.

Seeing the old blind man working so diligently, and Guo Jing also weeping, I felt my act was almost done, but remained silent
, as if struggling internally.

Ke Zhen'e led everyone to the Iron Spear Temple, the very spot where Yang Kang's body lay buried. He recounted how he hid
behind , how Huang Rong used the simple-minded girl to expose Yang Kang's killing of Ouyang Ke, and how Yang Kang, attempting to kill Huang Rong to silence her, was accidentally poisoned by the snake venom on her soft armor,
resulting in his death in the Iron Spear Temple. He told the whole story, and I pretended not to believe him, but I was actually very conflicted and wavering .
At Yang Kang's grave, I couldn't help but shed two crocodile tears, hugging the tombstone and weeping bitterly,
thinking thought, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

Guo Jing, seeing my stubbornness, had no better solution. Thinking he couldn't abandon me, he decided to take me
back to Peach Blossom Island to explain things further. The group passed by the Misty Rain Pavilion in Jiaxing. The sun was already setting. Returning to this familiar place, Guo Jing, Huang Rong,
and the blind Ke were all filled with emotion and decided to stay at the inn.

Seeing my beggar's attire, Third Sister feared even the waiters at the Misty Rain Pavilion might look down on me, so she gave me
some of Da Wu and Xiao Wu's clothes to make do. But I was tall and thin, while Da Wu and Xiao Wu were the same size as the short and stocky Wu Santong; the clothes looked quite comical on me.
Left with no other choice, after everyone was settled, Third Sister led me to the street to buy clothes. I behaved myself the whole way, afraid of
embarrassing Third Sister. After buying the clothes and returning to the inn, Third Sister tipped the waiter some silver coins and asked him to prepare bathwater for me. Out of
consideration for the silver, the waiter did as she was told.

As we went up the stairs, Third Sister suddenly felt her chest injury worsen, and she became dizzy. She gripped the handrail tightly and almost fell.

"Third Sister, what's wrong?" I whispered and hugged Third Sister from behind. A rich, feminine fragrance wafted into my nostrils,
reminding me of when I was on drugs, the scent of her intimate parts. My arm brushed against the edge of Third Sister's high, firm breasts, and
my lower abdomen pressed against her full buttocks. Even through our clothes, it was still very hot, and I gradually became aroused.

"No...don't do this, someone will see." San Niang's face flushed crimson. She hadn't expected to have such
a second intimate encounter with the young man so soon. Was all of this a preordained arrangement by fate?

Wu San Niang could easily imagine how indecent they looked. She tried to struggle, but due to her lingering injuries
and the exhaustion from helping me, the remaining poison had flared up, leaving her completely powerless.

I could feel the beauty in my arms was in terrible condition, and I could see the constant pointing and whispering downstairs. "
San Niang are you alright?" I helped her upstairs and asked again with concern.

"No, I'm just a little tired. I'll be fine after a night's rest. Let go." She had also noticed the
whispers and subtly brushed my hand away.

Chapter Eleven: Ouyang's Counterattack, I Didn't Plan to Go with You, I'll
Become an Apprentice, Huang Rong is a Good Backer.

The whispers among the diners downstairs grew louder and louder, the content becoming increasingly explicit and vulgar. I've truly broadened my horizons this time. No wonder
the variety of Chinese curses is so rich after a thousand years; it all comes from generations of ancestors.

As the saying goes, "Many voices can melt metal, and accumulated slander can destroy bones." The idle gossip of others is the most hurtful. I could clearly feel that although Third Sister
could stand upright, her body was still trembling slightly. I stepped forward and picked her up in my arms.

"No, put me down quickly!" she said hastily, feeling shy and almost fainting. I then realized that
although she had been a mother for many years, she still possessed the shyness of a young girl. That moment of purity stirred a surge of blood within me, which I barely managed
to suppress.

"Third Sister, don't listen to these idle men's gossip. You're injured; why worry about so many irrelevant things? I'll carry
you back to your room," I said softly, though I felt incredibly pleased inside, I had to maintain a righteous facade.

"Ah! No...no, I can walk by myself." I felt hot, but Third Sister was even hotter. When I hugged her from behind,
her plump buttocks were pressed against my firm lower abdomen. My body heat made Third Sister feel unbearably hot. A moment later, the man's
penis quickly rose and burrowed into the woman's buttocks... The moment that big thing bounced against her buttocks, the thick feeling made
Third Sister tremble. She thought to herself, "This is not something a child should have. No wonder people say that poor children mature early..." She felt like
her soul was about to fly away. She hurriedly stopped me from doing this and struggled to stand on her own two feet.

I sighed. This place was not a good place to seduce married women. Just then, Miss Guo heard my voice and
ran out of the room. "Brother Yang, is that you back?"

Wu Third Sister quickly took several steps to distance herself from me, afraid that Little Guo Fu would see something. I
smiled . Even if I confessed my feelings, this respectable woman wouldn't be so easy to seduce... Little Guo Fu is so pretty
. She's been incredibly clingy ever since we met, clearly because she hadn't had many playmates growing up. It's a pity I'm only a teenager with the mind of a twenty-something; I
just can't muster that wicked interest in little girls. Meanwhile, Wu's two adorable sons, drooling and snotty-nosed
, were frantically chasing after Miss Guo—a real pair of silly, good-for-nothing rascals.

I went back to my room, took a shower, and changed into some new clothes. Little Guo Fu called me from outside to come downstairs for dinner. I pushed open the door and went out. Seeing that
her beggar brother had suddenly become handsome and dashing, she blushed shyly, lowered her head for a long time, fiddling with the hem of her clothes, and said
, "Brother Yang, my parents asked me to call you for dinner."

Seeing Miss Guo's infatuated look, I thought to myself, "This little girl is already smitten at such a young age, hehe… It's a pity the little apple
is too green; it needs to be ripened for another five or six years before it can be picked."

Although my clothes were simple, they were much better than those beggar's clothes. At the dinner table, Guo Jing and Huang Rong
saw that I had changed my attire. Between my brows, I actually resembled Yang Kang by six points, but without his frivolous and dissolute air. Another
three points resembled Mu Nianci, making the deeply affectionate Guo Jing gratified, yet also bringing tears to his eyes.

"Good! Good! No doubt about it! Rong'er, don't you think this child looks just like Second Brother and Miss Mu?" Guo Jing asked, patting my
shoulder .

I subtly stepped aside, clearly implying that I wasn't that familiar with you, which made Guo Jing quite embarrassed. Huang Rong smiled slightly, knowing that
I still had some reservations, but had basically accepted my origins. She then asked about the matter weighing on her mind
: "Third Sister mentioned earlier that you fainted after sucking out the poison for her. How did you suddenly disappear?"

Seeing Third Sister, Xiao Cheng Ying, and Xiao Guo Fu all looking at me with curiosity, I already had a plan. I said, "At the time,
my whole body was covered in abscesses and smelled terrible, so I wanted to hide in a secluded place, not wanting anyone to see me."

Huang Rong nodded. She was that kind of proud person; if she were covered in abscesses,
she would definitely hide somewhere and silently wait to die. She didn't ask any further questions, waiting for me to continue.

"I struggled to the lakeside, wanting to hide in the pond, thinking that if I couldn't bear it, I'd just jump into the lake..."

Guo Jing and Huang Jing, along with Ke Zhen'e, all believed me. Hearing my arduous journey, they felt sorry for me, and Guo Jing kept
piling food into my bowl.

I gave the goose leg he'd given me to Third Sister, smiling, "Third Sister vomited so much blood today, she should eat more
to replenish herself ."

Third Sister blushed but didn't say anything. However, when I wasn't looking, she divided the goose leg among her
sons .

I continued, "Later, I fainted on a large rock on the shore. When I woke up, a
strange man with his hands upside down insisted on asking me where his son was. I didn't recognize him at all, so I said I knew where his son was. Seeing that I was about to die, he
did this, then this..." I made several gestures, like the way Ouyang Feng helped Yang Guo detoxify in the original story. I didn't
know how to describe it, so I used gestures to express it.

Huang Rong and Guo Jing exchanged a glance, both filled with shock. It was Ouyang Feng. The upside-down strange man and those movements
were all Ouyang Feng's signature Toad Stance; how could they not recognize him? Ke Zhen'e, his eyes blazing with fury, asked, "And then what?
How did he let you come back? Where did he go?"

"I was about to speak when he heard birds chirping in the sky. I saw them, and it was the chirping of you two eagles. He said
he would come back to find me, and then he walked away upside down," I said, half-truthfully. Even Huang Rong couldn't detect the flaw in my words.

"That's right, it must be that beast," Ke Zhen'e said hatefully.

"Fortunately, Guo'er is alright, Master. Don't worry, we still have a chance to catch him," Guo Jing urged. "Guo'er, come back to Peach Blossom Island with
us . Uncle Guo will definitely pass on all his knowledge to you..." Guo Jing was interrupted by Huang Rong before he could finish.

I knew Huang Rong was still worried, afraid that I would learn martial arts and seek revenge, so I
remained not to hear anything.

When Third Aunt heard that Master Guo wanted to take me as his disciple, she was happy for me, but suddenly couldn't help but think of our two intimate
encounters face flushed.

Cheng Ying, now close to Third Aunt, noticed the blush on Third Aunt's pale face and quickly asked, "Aunt Wu, what's wrong? Are you
feeling unwell?"

"No, nothing. It's probably just a minor injury from before." I had already drained all the poison from her, but during her fight with
Li Mochou , she had been marked on the chest and suffered a considerable internal injury.

Huang Rong quickly took San Niang's pulse, then smiled and said, "Sister's poison wound is mostly healed, but there are still some internal injuries. Fortunately, they're
not too serious. I'll get you some pain-relieving and blood-activating medicine in a bit, and you'll be fine."

San Niang smiled, and seeing her two sons chatting and laughing with Guo Fu, a thought struck her. She smiled and said to Huang Rong, "Sister, your
medical skills are superb. I'm not too worried about myself, but I'm concerned about my unruly sons. My husband and I aren't very capable
, and I'm worried they won't amount to anything. So, I'd like them to become your and Guo Daxia's disciples."

"I have no objection to that, but it's best to ask Senior Brother Wu first," Guo Jing said after a moment's thought.

Wu San Niang looked at Huang Rong with a troubled expression, pleading. "He's so unpredictable
. Who knows when we'll find him? Sister-in-law Wu can make the decision," Huang Rong said, though she loved to undermine Wu Santong, she also thought it
was ultimately for the good of the Wu family, so she stepped in to advise her.

"Well, that's the only way." Guo Jing wasn't much of a proponent of small matters, and since his wife agreed, he had no objections.

I thought to myself, "Oh no, those two darlings of the Wu family have successfully stayed with Guo Jing. Can history really be changed?
I don't want to repeat my fate and become a one-armed cripple." The

two Wu brothers were overjoyed. Whether they could learn Guo Jing and Huang Rong's skills was secondary; the most important thing was that they could be with Miss Guo every day. The older Wu, Wu Dunru, looked somewhat like Wu Santong. He was fourteen this year, a year younger than my biological age, but short and stocky. The younger Wu, Wu Xiuwen, resembled his mother, Wu Sanniang. He was a year younger quite handsome, though it was still uncertain whether he would be short like his father. Guo Jing personally promised Wu Sanniang that once they returned to Peach Blossom Island, he would hold an apprenticeship ceremony for the younger ones and formally accept us as his disciples. The waiter brought out steaming hot food, and everyone sat down together for a relatively harmonious dinner. Chapter Twelve: Nighttime Discussions - Huang Rong Wary of Her Son; Promoting the Family Line - Guo Jing's Preference for Sons Over Daughters. In Room Number One of the Top-Tier Rooms, the honest Guo Jing was washing his wife's feet. Huang Rong's calves were gracefully curved, her unbound feet only four inches long, her delicate toes like white jade powdered, her boneless arches soft and smooth to the touch. Guo Jing had been touching her for over a decade and still never tired of it. At this moment, Huang Rong was extremely comfortable from the touch and couldn't help but moan. Guo Jing wrung out the towel and wiped his wife's lotus feet clean , asking, "Wife, are you unhappy that I've taken Guo'er as my disciple? I saw you seemed to have something to say to me earlier." As expected of a couple who had lived together for ten years, they knew each other too well. After Guo Jing returned with the foot-washing water, Huang Rong whispered, "Brother Jing, I'm thinking it's best not to let Guo'er follow in our footsteps. This life of wandering the martial world is always unsettling It would be better if we provided for his basic needs and let him focus on his studies. If he passes the imperial examinations and has a stable life, that would be a way of repaying Sister Mu." "Are you afraid Guo'er will go astray like his father?" Guo Jing asked with a smile. Huang Rong thought for a moment and said, "Yang Kang was only a minor villain back then, but after experiencing so much, he could never turn back. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up being so wicked and abandoned by everyone. Thinking about it now, I can't help but feel sorry . I think this child is kind by nature and his character is impeccable, but he lacks discipline in his daily actions. In addition , he still has this knot in his heart regarding us. I'm afraid that if I don't properly guide him, he could easily follow in his father's footsteps." Guo Jing chuckled and said, "You said it yourself, good and evil are intertwined, it depends on how we teach him. If we are strict with him , he naturally won't go astray. Over the years, I have always felt guilty towards my virtuous brother and Uncle Tiexin for not taking good care of my second brother. The Yang family spear is Uncle Tiexin's life's work and the pride of their Yang family. I can't let the Yang family's martial arts be lost, so he must learn martial arts." Guo Jing is a kind-hearted person, so he naturally assumed that I was as kind-hearted as him and had high hopes for me. Huang Rong felt something was off, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. If she had to pinpoint it, it was that this boy was too mature for his age, too shrewd for a fifteen-year-old. There were things a wife couldn't say openly to her husband; she had to keep them to herself. He hid too much inside, too deeply. Perhaps it was because he had suffered too much since childhood, making him wary of everyone, she thought. But she never imagined that inside her body was someone who had traveled from another time and space. Guo Jing sighed and said, "It's a pity we don't have a son. Otherwise, I could pass on all my skills to him and Guo'er, so they could compare and help each other improve." Oh~ who said Guo Jing was simple-minded? He just had a clever mind hidden beneath his honest exterior. "Oh, no wonder you like Guo'er so much. You just resent me for not giving you a son!" Huang Rong felt wronged, extremely wronged, upon hearing this. How could she blame herself for not having a son? If anyone should blame someone, it's the Guo family's bad feng shui. “I didn’t give you a son, but I did give you a daughter. Fu’er is no less than a boy, but I think my daughter is just as good as that little monkey.”

Guo Jing chuckled upon hearing this. Everyone says that one's own children are the best, but his own unruly daughter couldn't compare to the sensible Guo'er.
Seeing his wife's anger, he quickly smiled apologetically, "I'm not complaining that you didn't give birth to a son. Our daughter is so adorable, so please don't be angry
."

Huang Rong's anger subsided somewhat. She knew that Guo Jing's family had only had one son for three generations, and she and Guo Jing had been married for over ten years, yet they only had one
daughter . As Guo's wife, she also felt the pressure. Lord Meng Zongzheng, the garrison commander of Xiangyang, had repeatedly urged Guo Jing to take concubines. If
she hadn't stood firm, and Guo Jing hadn't succumbed one day and taken a few concubines, and if they had actually given birth to sons for the Guo family, she would
have been truly ashamed. "

Sigh, Sister Mu, you're still better than me. You gave birth to a son, which is better than me giving birth to a daughter.

" "Brother Jing, we're still young. If you really want another son, I... I'll give you one." Huang Rong lowered
her eyes and spoke with a shy, coquettish tone, looking just like she did on their wedding night. Guo Jing stepped forward and grasped her smooth, fragrant shoulders, saying, "Rong'er,
you're so good. Then tonight, we'll have to work hard."

"Go away! Who wants to work hard with you? Haven't you worked hard with your concubines who haven't even entered the house yet?" Huang
Rong blushed and scolded softly.

"This, I don't have any concubines. Those were just Meng Shuai's jokes. Heaven above, if I, Guo Jing, have wronged
Rong'er in the slightest, may I be struck by lightning!" Huang Rong quickly turned around and raised her hand to cover Guo Jing's mouth. Guo Jing took the opportunity to gently kiss her palm.

Huang Rong giggled and quickly withdrew her hand, saying, "When did you learn to be so dishonest?" Her cheeks flushed, both shy and happy,
her expression extremely moving. Guo Jing's heart was stirred, and he slowly pulled her into his arms...

Chapter Thirteen Old Man Ouyang, I said your name is Ximen Qing;
Gentlemen next door, could you please keep your voice down?

Red candles hung high in the guest room, the curtains were lowered, and the air was filled with the fragrance of spring, a truly moving scene. The atmosphere was perfect. Guo Jing held
his wife , his gaze burning and intense. The pretty Huang Rong had her eyes slightly closed, her cheeks flushed, her breasts heaving rhythmically, anticipating her husband's advances.

Guo Jing loosened his grip, climbed onto the embroidered couch, knelt beside his wife, and reached out to caress her smooth, supple legs as if touching jade. As
he stroked them, his desire surged, and he slowly thrust into her… The bed rippled with passion, the air thick with desire. Next door, I heard
the couple's conversation gradually subside, knowing they were diligently trying to conceive. Jealousy welled up inside me. I pulled the covers over my head, trying not
to listen, but the noise from next door grew louder. Huang Rong's moans were suppressed, but Guo Jing's breathing quickly became rapid and labored.
The bed creaked and groaned, the sounds blending into a symphony that made me restless and unable to sleep. Unable to bear it any longer,
I banged on the bed and yelled, "Can you guys be a little quieter?"

The next room quieted down, though a few snickers lingered. I figured it was probably Huang Rong, the cheerful one, chuckling. Poor children
mature early; she guessed I was old enough to understand things between men and women, and given her own anxieties with her husband,
she didn't seem to mind.

The noise subsided, and the activity quickly stopped. I couldn't help but maliciously wonder if Guo Jing, despite his apparent strength, was actually a
wax figure. I still couldn't sleep. Since transmigrating, I'd encountered countless beauties, both married women and mothers, or little girls,
while my own body was still malnourished. But thankfully, the nutrition there was sufficient. Sigh… it seems
I'll have to wear this virgin's hat for another two years.

Other women's husbands get to enjoy their milk, while I can only swallow my saliva, not even daring to peek. Thinking of Huang Rong's constant wariness of me, if
this continues, I won't learn any martial arts and will be banished to the Quanzhen Sect? I guess I brought this on myself; I overdid it with my bravado. But I
consoled myself: being able to go to Zhongnan Mountain to train Xiaolongnu wouldn't be bad… Just as I was feeling depressed and restless, unable to sleep, I suddenly remembered what Ouyang Feng had said
: "At midnight, at the Mountain God Temple on Shili Slope." I looked at the sky; it was just past midnight. I got up, put on my clothes and shoes, and quietly
prepared to slip out along the window sill and pillars. But then I had a second thought, and a plan formed in my mind. I took off my boots and
lay down on the bed to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but I heard two creaking sounds from the roof. My years of military service honed my reflexes,
and I jumped out of bed, cautiously observing my surroundings. I thought, "They've finally come." A figure descended from the eaves, headfirst, feet first—it was
Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison I had met during the day. He swayed unsteadily, as if he might collapse at any moment. I was terrified and tried to help him, but he
grabbed my shoulder and covered my mouth with his other hand.

This was a true master! Seven years of grappling, free fighting, and hard qigong training had left me no chance to resist.

"Child, don't be afraid, Father has come to take you away," Ouyang Feng said, gently placing me on the roof. I
thought to myself, "This is exactly what I've been waiting for." I stretched out my leg and kicked a tile off the eaves, sending it sliding down and
shattering . Hearing the noise, Guo Jing in the west wing called out in a low voice, "Who's there?" followed by the sound of hurriedly dressing.

Ouyang Feng knew his whereabouts had been exposed, and he was terrified of Guo Jing and his wife. Clearly, the old man had been badly beaten by
the simpleton . Although he couldn't remember Guo Jing, he still remembered that fear.

Ouyang Feng dared not linger and immediately carried me away at breakneck speed, covering a thousand miles in an instant. I tried to struggle,
but the old poisoner's iron arms gripped me like iron clamps. My mouth was covered, and if I could speak, I would have cursed
Guo Jing a couple of times: "Fuck you, you big idiot Guo! You're so slow even getting dressed. Did you run out of energy from exercising with Huang Rong earlier
? You're such a coward!"

Ouyang Feng carried me to the outskirts of the city, and coincidentally, it was the Iron Spear Temple we had visited earlier that day. Only then did he put me down and release
my pressure points.

Knowing how formidable Ouyang Feng was, I was terrified. It wasn't that I was afraid of death, but I remembered that in Jin Yong's books,
Ouyang Feng was a master of snake handling and venom. The thought of being bitten to death by thousands of snakes sent chills down even my special forces hero's spine.
When I read *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, I thought Ouyang Feng, who loved snakes so much, must be an Indian. But Jin Yong clearly stated that
Ouyang Feng was from White Camel Mountain in the Western Regions. India is south of Tibet, separated from the Western Regions by thousands of miles, right? However, in Jin Yong's books,
Hua Zi was a master snake handler, the Five Poisons Sect members were masters snake handlers, Ouyang Feng of White Camel Mountain was a master snake handler,
and Liang Ziweng, who dug ginseng in Northeast China, was also a master snake handler. It seems Jin Yong was quite the conman... Ouyang Ke's mother, that mysterious
woman , the woman with whom Ouyang Feng had a rumored uncle-in-law/sister-in-law relationship—I seriously doubt if this woman was Indian. Otherwise,
where did Ouyang Feng learn his snake-handling skills?

In the Song Dynasty, adultery between an uncle and his sister-in-law was not something anyone dared to do; otherwise, Wu Erlang and Jinlian would have been wrapped in the same quilt long ago.
But Ouyang Feng's sister-in-law dared to seduce him, which suggests that she was very likely an open and bold foreign friend.

"Dad, I..."

I stammered. I was really embarrassed to call Ouyang Feng "Dad," but I was afraid that this old
madman would go crazy and unleash a few snakes to bite me if I didn't. So I reluctantly called him "Dad.

" "Son! Tell me how our family is doing now?" Ouyang Feng asked anxiously.

"I... Dad, I..." I said quickly, "My name is Ximen Ke! Your name is Ximen Qing, do you remember?"

Ouyang Feng muttered to himself in confusion, "Ke'er... Ximen Qing..." In his memory, the name "Ke'er"
was quite familiar. He vaguely remembered that the character "Xi" had a deep connection with him. Suddenly, he roared to the sky, "Haha...exactly!
Only a name as extraordinary as Ximen Qing is worthy of me, Ximen Qing..."

I was stunned. How could Ximen Qing be considered a name of taste? A name that sounded like it deserved to be struck by lightning! Let me
look again...hmm, actually you should be called Lightning Rod.

"Then, child, you are my son Ximen Ke? You are Ke'er." Ouyang Feng seemed to have decided on the character "Ke".

"Father, my name is Yang Guo now..."

"How can you be called Yang Guo? You are my son, Ximen Ke."

I had no choice but to continue making up a story: "It's like this, you've been away from home for many years. A few years ago, our family had an enemy,
the Ouyang family. The head of the Ouyang family is called Ouyang Zhenhua...all of our family members were killed. I used the alias Yang Guo to escape the Ouyang family
's pursuit." I thought to myself, Yang Guo is indeed my alias, I didn't lie to you.

"My dear child, you've suffered so much. All these years, your father has devoted himself to cultivating martial arts, yet we never expected such
a calamity . Don't be afraid anymore. From now on, you can follow your father with dignity, and we'll wipe out the Ouyang family." The
name Ouyang resonated deeply with him, solidifying his belief in his true identity.

"This… Father, the Ouyang family is a powerful clan. As the saying goes, 'Even two fists can't beat four hands.' Even if you, Father, possess
unparalleled , you'd still have to avoid thirty or fifty masters, wouldn't you? As for me, I haven't had time
to properly learn martial arts all these years, my foundation is too weak. If I follow you, I'm afraid they won't be able to defeat you and will all turn to me, becoming
a burden ." I continued to deceive him.

"Nonsense! We, father and son, have finally had a chance to reunite. How could your father leave you alone?" "However, your
martial arts are indeed lacking. Don't be afraid, your father will personally teach you the most superior martial arts in the world," he said, and began demonstrating
the Toad Style . I have a foundation in martial arts, and although I only understand a little
, it is far superior to what Yang Guo in the original story learned. Ouyang Feng occasionally asked questions, but whenever he got to the key points, he would become even more frantic as he got into it. "
Ke'er, come and see the Toad Style that your father has comprehended over the years." As he spoke, Ouyang Feng squatted down, lay on the ground, and croaked three times like a
toad . Then, I suddenly leaped into the air, thrusting out with both palms. With a loud "boom,"
a large tree more than ten feet away was shattered, sending dust and debris flying for a long time.

Seeing this, I suddenly thought of the Fire Cloud Evil God in Stephen Chow's movie "Kung Fu Hustle." Could it be
based on Ouyang Feng? Although this Toad Skill is a bit ugly and not as flashy as the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, its power is quite frightening,
almost like carrying a rocket on your shoulder.

"How about it? Isn't Father's Toad Skill amazing? Try practicing the internal energy cultivation method I just taught you and
the moves ," Ouyang Feng said to me with a smile.

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