[Wuxia] The Legend of Condor Heroes: The World's People [Complete] - 20

Chapter Seventy-Five: Zhongnan Mountain, almost taken advantage of by Yin Zhiping;
Shaolin Temple, I heard that Leng Fanghun is truly rampant.

"It's spring planting season now, and supplies from the south are being continuously transported in… He Qingshan and Li Tianqiang's troops
have captured Fufeng, Jingzhao, and Wannian counties through a strong attack. Around June, they should be able to advance on Liangzhou." Rong'er compiled the battle reports
from the past and told me.

I rubbed my slightly throbbing forehead, weighing the current situation in my mind. "Sigh, a chicken rib!"

"What chicken rib?" Rong'er didn't know the origin of the phrase "chicken rib," and when I suddenly blurted it out, she couldn't help but repeat it,
then realized, "It's like having a fishbone stuck in your throat, but it's a pity to throw it away, just like our current dilemma, it's hard to weigh
the options ."

I thought to myself, you're really quick-witted; at least it proves that Rong'er's quick thinking is at least on par with Yang Xiu's. I nodded and said, "Yes
, Liangzhou is a harsh, cold land, and an undefended, flat plain. How can we defend it after taking it? What price would we have to pay to hold it?
The horse farm is very important to our current stage of the war. We need to strengthen the mobility of the musket battalion and train musket infantrymen in armored vehicles, so we must
take Liangzhou's horse farm." In recent years, our Shenji Battalion has made significant breakthroughs in the improvement of musket technology.
The use of firing pin ignition, recoil mechanism, and high-temperature resistant stamped steel has allowed me to realize the design concept of a heavy machine gun. Currently,
the prototype of a Maxim-style water-cooled heavy machine gun with a rate of fire of 150 rounds per minute is being tested. Once the test
is successful and it is installed on primitive armored vehicles, it will be a weapon of mass destruction with revolutionary significance in the war. This will require
a large number of warhorses to build horse-drawn armored vehicles, so our next target has been set on Liangzhou, a naturally excellent horse farm.
Of course, this laboratory located at the front is a top-secret institution that only Rong'er and I can access.

Rong'er nodded in agreement, "Moreover, Liangzhou is the throat of the Northwest, a natural passage between the Tianshan and Kunlun Mountains. If we don't
take it, we will never be able to eradicate the threat of the Mongols."

We were strategizing on the sand table when Mo San leaned in and said, "This place is also a barrier to the Northwest trade routes. Our
business in the Northwest isn't doing well right now; we're mainly doing smuggling. If we can control Liangzhou, our New Army's finances will
improve significantly."

Jiang Dingbang was originally an engineer in the army. He oversaw the construction of Xinye City and made
great contributions he came into my view and is now an advisor under me, in charge of the scheduling of agriculture and irrigation in Guanzhong. He
stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, “My lord, Liangzhou now controls the water source in the upper reaches of Guanzhong, and the eight hundred li of Qin Chuan is almost
undefended. If this threat is not resolved, there will inevitably be another disaster when the autumn harvest comes.”

I nodded and said, “Since everyone has expressed their opinions and analyzed the importance of Liangzhou from military, political, financial, and livelihood perspectives
, the focus of our next step will be on the Liangzhou strategy. I hope everyone will coordinate
and cooperate. Are there any other questions?” I looked around and, seeing that no one had anything to say, said, “Meeting adjourned!”

After the meeting, I kept my eldest brother behind. “The fourth brother’s wedding day is April 17th. Shouldn’t we get ready to set off?”
I asked.

“Judging by the date, it’s time to leave, but at this time, third brother, it’s really not advisable for you to move lightly.
How about I go in your place?” Mo San knew that the lives of the entire family were now in my hands, and Chang’an City was the forefront of the new military
regime . At this time, it was indeed necessary for me to stay and steer the ship.

I waved my hand and said, "It's alright. Xiangyang has Zhenyuan, and Qingshan and the others are keeping things under control here. They can't cause any trouble, either inside or outside."

Mo San thought it made sense. I'm used to being a hands-off manager, and the lower-ups have long been accustomed to
a work system where . Although the various departments have gradually started to coordinate, with my unparalleled prestige in the military and political circles and my terrifying
martial arts skills, no one dares to challenge me. So, there are indeed no worries inside or outside. "Then I'll go prepare. The two sets of phoenix coronet
prepared by and Xingyue's wedding robe are ready, as well as the thirty cartloads of dowry you provided, Third Brother."

I nodded. Although Fourth Brother isn't an outsider, a wedding still needs to be done with dignity. After all, it represents the attitude of
my younger sister 's family, and I can't avoid being extravagant.

"But why is Fourth Brother in such a hurry? I checked the almanac; May 16th is an auspicious day according to the Chinese calendar, it only
comes around once every few years. Why does he have to rush to April 17th?" Although this old lecher was asking me, the lewd
smile on his face betrayed his true intentions.

"Hehe... I'm afraid people can wait, but stomachs can't." Truly, he's my best friend in life, we're on
the same wavelength again.

"Ahem..." Rong'er coughed softly twice, reminding us not to drool on the ground.

Third Brother Mo smiled and took his leave to go do his errands. Rong'er watched his departing figure, tapped my forehead and laughed, scolding,
"I thought you were corrupted by him, but it turns out you two are cut from the same cloth, two vile killers with filthy minds."

"Sigh, it's not easy to find a like-minded friend. A true villain is easier to guard against than a hypocrite," I said with a smile.

"Hmph, I think he's more than just a villain," Rong'er said to me
seriously .

I replied sternly, "Don't worry, he's no match for me when it comes to tricks."

Three days later, we were fully prepared and set off with our large group. Qing'er, as our teacher, had to attend and
accompany me; Fu Mei also wanted to go, given her deep affection for Ling Bo. Old Man Ouyang said he needed to relax, so he also brought his
wife, Wan Yanping, to join us. There was too much work that required Rong'er to oversee in Chang'an,
so San Niang volunteered to stay and assist Rong'er. Ru Shi was also obedient and stayed home to look after the children. What surprised me most were Wu Shuang and Ying'er
; they were actually persuaded by San Niang to stay, which was somewhat unexpected. However, seeing San Niang winking at me,
I guessed that there would probably be some surprises waiting for me after this trip to Jiangxia.

After finalizing the list of accompanying persons, all my wives were reluctant to part with me. For the day and a half before I left, I
spent almost all my time in bed. My little brother was also constantly in a state of "drilling," barely getting any
fresh air except when he needed to relieve himself. Even during meals and sleep, my wives kept pestering me to "borrow" a month's worth of supplies.
Because of this relentless onslaught, I couldn't sneak away to spend time with Rong'er, so on the day of farewell, she could only...
Seeing her longingly seeing me off on my eastward journey, and noticing the tearful disappointment on her face, I almost turned my horse around and refused to go any further…
But of course, not going was out of the question. The Divine Eagle didn't come with me either; I wonder
which mountain in the Qinling Mountains it was playing with.

Qing'er, Fu Mei, and I separated from the main group after passing Hangu Pass, agreeing to meet again in Jiangxia City in half a month. Brother Mo and Ma Guangzuo's cavalry regiment,
responsible for escorting the gifts, continued eastward. My father, who had a major feud with the Quanzhen Sect, also went with the main group. His
martial arts had fully recovered, and with his experienced leadership, he could ensure the safety of the main group. The three of us turned north towards Zhongnan.

Chu Qing rode alongside me, smiling as she watched Fu Mei and me bicker non-stop. Tingting stayed in Chang'an, not wanting
to suffer this arduous journey with us. We hadn't had such a relaxing outing in a long time, and it was also rare to have only Chuqing by my side to share
my time with. So, seeing that there was no one around, Fumei simply jumped into my arms and snuggled up to me, saying, "Hmph, you still can't let go of your Dragon
Girl, can you?"

I held the reins of her little red horse and said with a wry smile, "Since we've passed by, we should naturally take a look, pay our respects to our
grandmasters, retrieve the translation of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, and see if we can help the Dragon Girl open the Dragon-Slaying Stone sealing the tomb and
bring Manman back." I counted the purposes of this trip on my fingers. Look, so many high-sounding reasons, I didn't just
come here to see the Little Dragon Girl... After passing Puguang Temple at the foot of the mountain, we were led into Chongyang Palace by the Taoist boy in front of the mountain gate. Seeing that
Master Ma Yu was constantly bedridden, and that all matters, large and small, within and outside Chongyang Palace were now being managed by my grandmaster Qiu Chuji, I secretly slipped
some tonics to the old Taoists, saying, "Grandmaster, I know that the Quanzhen lineage emphasizes learning from Heaven and Earth, not being attached to external things and thus lowering
one's cultivation. However, this Liaodong wild ginseng king is a rare treasure, and to discard it would be a disservice to Heaven's
great used to be. Even if you have all calculated your ascension dates,
your disciples and grand-disciples still hope to stay by your side for a few more years to receive your teachings. Don't you think that makes sense?" I smiled
and presented a thousand-year-old Liaodong wild ginseng, which had been presented by the richest man in Luoyang when we entered the city. Of course, "thousand-year-old ginseng" is a general term for
ginseng that has been growing for many years; I think finding a ginseng that is three to five hundred years old would be quite remarkable. However, this ginseng is indeed miraculously effective; just one
ginseng root can revive a dying person. Its effectiveness has been verified before, so I think it's still a worthwhile item.

Qiu Chuji took it and said like a kind old man, "Hehe, actually only my senior brother's cultivation can see
life and death so clearly. As for me, I still crave the fine wine of this mortal world, hehe..." People say it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death, and Master Qiu
is not the kind of person to be bound by such notions. He immediately instructed the boy to carefully and properly put away the medicinal herb.

Seeing this, I smiled and said, "Good wine should be good. Master, now that we've recovered the lands of Hebei (referring to the
area north of the Yellow River and south of the Great Wall) and reclaimed the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, I'll invite you to Zhongdu for another good drink." I knew the old
Taoist wasn't afraid of death. As Lu You wrote in his poem, "When the royal army has pacified the Central Plains, remember to tell your grandfather at the family sacrifice." Master Qiu also yearned
for the restoration of Youyun. Back then, when he led thirty-six disciples west to see Genghis Khan, it was he who devised a strategy of alliances and maneuvering to borrow troops to attack the Jin.
However, judging from the results, his plan was unsuccessful. Now, with the Song-Mongol relationship tense, he's been branded a traitor, which is
truly unfair to the old man.

The elderly Taoist priests present—Liu Chuxuan, Wang Chuyi, and Hao Datong—all nodded. They had been closely following the Central Plains
War, and seeing my Xiangyang New Army's swift and decisive victory over the Jianghuai region and vast swathes of Guanzhong, they excitedly
offered me advice and strategies. They also recounted classic battles from the Northern Expeditions of Zu Ti and Yue Fei, from which I benefited greatly.

I smiled and waited for the old men to finish their spittle-flecked display of knowledge before saying, "Therefore, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. I
, your grand-disciple, also hope that you all live to a ripe old age and witness the day when the Chinese nation prospers and rises again."

The elders nodded, seemingly finding some hope in it.
The text Hao Datong had promised to translate for me was now complete. A boy presented me with a book bearing the five large characters "Longxiang Prajna Gong" (Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill). I thanked the elders and carefully tucked
the book into my bosom.

I continued, "So, you gentlemen shouldn't cherish these medicinal herbs. Once the vital energy of heaven and earth is cut off, their spirituality will slowly
dissipate . In my opinion, the best way to preserve them is to stew them when it's time for autumn and winter tonics.
We could easily produce ten or eight cartloads of such materials; there's no need to treat them so preciously." I said with a smile.

"Guo'er," Qiu Chuji sternly admonished me, "as the saying goes, water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. If you do good for the people, they will all be convinced; if you lead them astray for personal gain, they will hate you. Always
keep the well-being of the people in mind as your responsibility, and never sacrifice your own popularity for personal gain." I touched my nose and said, "Grandmaster's admonition is correct, but I was just saying it casually. Guo'er knows that greed is the root of all evil, and he examines himself three times a day, morning and evening. He doesn't indulge in extravagance or debauchery. Even this ginseng was something he struggled with many times before accepting. I only said that because I was afraid you would be reluctant to use it ." "Hehe..." The elders were relieved after hearing my explanation. Qiu Chuji said, "I know you are quick-witted and have a good sense of propriety, but you are still young. If you go astray and repeat your father's mistakes, alas..." The old Taoist recalled the sad past, and his mood suddenly became somewhat depressed. He sighed and didn't say anything more. I knew that the old man's concerns were very reasonable. I had already foreseen his worries and recorded them in detail. I then handed over the "Essentials of Military Law" that I always carried with me for them to read. "As the saying goes, 'Without rules, there can be no order.' Our new army now has a strict system of supervision, disciplinary inspection, and military courts. Outside the military system, there are also legislative and supervisory departments. These departments supervise and restrain each other, ensuring they are not merely empty formalities, nor do we worry about them becoming uncontrollable." The elders nodded in agreement, finding the regulations on handling and punishing various disciplinary violations very meaningful. I thought to myself: Of course, this is the culmination of countless wisdoms, naturally more comprehensive than what you can see. I then realized that after all this talk, only Li Zhichangshi was sitting to my side; I didn't see my usual acquaintances, Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing. "Grandmaster, where is Uncle Yin?" Qiu Chuji put down the military register and said, "I don't know. I rang the bell to call him, but the boy reported that he hadn't seen him." Before the old Taoist could finish speaking, the door to the side hall was pushed open, and Fu Mei led in a dirty little girl.

"Master, please go and save Aunt Long!" Manman, the little girl, appeared before us with a dirty face, her big
eyes blinking, tears welling up. She threw herself into my arms and cried as soon as she entered the hall.

I was startled and, forgetting my apologies to the old Taoists, asked first, "Manman, don't cry, tell me slowly what happened
?"

"I... just now, a group of people in cloaks came to the ancient tomb. Aunt was teaching me martial arts... those people came without
saying a word and started fighting with Aunt. Then I saw a woman, I didn't see her clearly, and she suddenly
injured Aunt. I was scared, and I remembered that Taoists often brought vegetables and grain, so I ran to ask for help." Manman
tried to recount the events calmly.

"Husband, let's go see. Sister Qing'er has already gone after them and sent them to call you," Fu'er whispered to me.

I frowned, worried that Qing'er might be in trouble. I quickly apologized to the old Taoist priests and, after receiving their permission, left the hall and headed towards the back
mountain. Defeating Xiaolongnu in a single exchange? That skill is truly astonishing. I can only think of
one person in this world who could do that… Leng Fanghun, are you really going to challenge me? I was extremely annoyed. While we were chatting casually,
my good friend was being brutally beaten up… Even without romantic feelings, she helped me so much during my most difficult time,
and now she's incurred the wrath of the Xiaoyao Sect. How could I not feel humiliated? While fuming, I muttered to myself, "Qing'er, you're so reckless.
Don't let anything happen to me!

" When we arrived at the back mountain, besides the signs of a fight, we didn't see anyone. "Where is she?" I asked, turning around.

Manman shook her head and said, "I don't know either. She was just here!"

I sensed something was wrong and looked around at the unusual surroundings. "Big brother, look here!" Fu Mei
called out, beckoning to me as she saw a deep row of footprints on the ground.

"It's a man's footprints, but even an adult man's footprints wouldn't be this deep. Miss Long was carried away by a man
." A figure suddenly flashed into my mind... Yin Zhiping? "Let's go see where they went." I waved my hand,
leading Fu Mei and Manman to follow the footprints.

Because Little Dragon Girl and Manman had built a thatched hut at the entrance of the Tomb of the Living Dead, we followed the footprints up the mountain and circled into a
valley halfway up the mountain. After turning a bend, a cluster of flowers several meters wide suddenly appeared before us. This cluster of red flowers stretched
for meters, like a large screen, with red petals and green branches, very beautiful. The flowers were delicate and lovely, densely packed, with a wonderful fragrance.
The surrounding trees provided shade, making it seem like a naturally formed flower house or treehouse.

"This flower cluster is so beautiful. Manman, have you been here before?" Fu Mei asked, holding Manman.

"No..." Before Manman could answer, I waved my hand and said, "Silence, there's a sound." Although this thicket wasn't large,
it provided excellent cover. A gentle breeze rustled the shadows of the trees and flowers, making any sound difficult to discern. However, I
vaguely heard the sound of Qing'er's Golden Dragon Whip cutting through the air. "Over there!" I pointed northeast, parting the bushes first and rushing over.

Sure enough, Qing'er was fighting with a Taoist priest. The priest had disheveled hair, obscuring his features. I didn't have time to pay attention,
because I already knew who he was from his figure. If Xiaolongnu fell into his hands, her chances of survival were slim. I was extremely anxious,
frantically searching through the bushes for Xiaolongnu's whereabouts. Fu'er and Manman also helped me search. I had sharp eyes, and after searching for a short while, I spotted
a section of white sleeve peeking out from outside the bushes. I excitedly shouted, "Found her!" Then I knelt down to
release pressure points. Sure enough, that beast Yin Zhiping had covered her face with a handkerchief, which I grabbed without
thinking. Xiaolongnu's acupoints had just been released, and she felt the handkerchief being removed from her eyes. Opening them, she saw it was me who had helped her up, and tears
welled up .

A wave of pity washed over me; what could I do? I'm a chivalrous person, and seeing such a beautiful woman wronged, I couldn't help but want to
hold her and comfort her… Just as I leaned forward, Xiaolongnu suddenly slapped me across the face. I was stunned,
frozen in place, not knowing what was happening. "You're not human!" Despite her serious injuries, Xiaolongnu lashed out in anger, striking me across
the face. She lost her balance, and her clothes slipped off, revealing that she was half-naked; the garment
was merely a cover… What terrified me even more was that the bushes behind me suddenly parted, and Fu Mei and Manman, by sheer coincidence
, arrived just in time to witness the scene.

I was speechless. I really didn't do anything, but I still stole a glance. Pshaw! What's so great about her? Just like Ying'er,
lacking resources. I quickly covered for her, explaining, "It wasn't me, I came to save you! I just arrived! Manman said you were injured,
and since we were at Chongyang Palace, we rushed over immediately." I was seething with anger. Damn it, Yin Zhiping! You made
me clean up your mess? I don't know if Xiaolongnu couldn't get up because of her serious injuries or because the virgin pig had been eaten.
The more , my mind a mess. I just turned around and ordered, "I'll go catch that lecherous thief." I was going to take
Yin Zhiping to vent my anger.

"No need, I've already captured him," Qing'er said, bringing Yin Zhiping back and throwing him in front of us.

Yin Zhiping was covered in blood from Qing'er's whipping, lying on the ground like a deflated balloon, his head pressed to the ground,
pretending to dead.

I touched my stinging face and said, "You, after so many years of cultivation, not only did you bully a woman and a
child , but you also took advantage of her in her weakened state. Miss Long's injuries are so severe, yet you still had the heart to do such a despicable and vile thing."

Yin Zhiping was filled with shame after my scolding. He had been momentarily blinded by greed; if he had intended to commit the crime, he wouldn't have been careless in eliminating his
tracks. He struggled to his feet and knelt before Xiaolongnu, kowtowing three times. Seeing that he had tacitly agreed, Xiaolongnu's
face turned pale, and she pursed her lips, remaining silent. But for the first time, I saw a sharp killing intent in her eyes.

After kowtowing, Yin Zhiping suddenly lunged towards a sharp rock. I was prepared; I grabbed him by the
back of the collar and quickly pressed his pressure points to prevent him from moving. I had initially treated him with some courtesy, out of consideration for his deep affection, but I never expected
him to have such poor self-control. Even with Xiaolongnu in such a state, he was still only thinking about taking advantage, revealing his despicable nature. Such a person as the leader of
Quanzhen is neither a blessing to Quanzhen nor to the martial arts world. However, letting him die like this
wouldn't be fair to my master, and before we've even figured out if he actually benefited, we can't let him die so easily.

"Let him go," Xiaolongnu said calmly. I sensed the chill in her voice and saw her eyes fixed on Fu'er's
Qingming Sword, knowing she intended to kill Yin Zhiping. I quickly advised, "Your injuries are too severe; you shouldn't get angry. I will definitely retaliate."
"Fairly, let me help you back to Chongyang Palace to heal your wounds first..."

"I don't want to go to those stinky Taoist priests' place, carry me back." Little Dragon Girl whispered to me.

I felt dizzy for a moment. Her emotional change was too great. On one hand, she was talking about those stinky Taoist priests, and on the other hand, she was asking "me" to carry her back to the Ancient Tomb.
When did she become so dependent on me? This subtle change made me secretly pleased.

"I know you're angry, but your current physical condition can't support you walking the waterway..." Although I wanted to
help her split the Dragon-Slaying Stone, I hadn't actually seen how thick the stone was, so I wasn't sure. Chongyang Palace had all kinds of elixirs and
equipment , so to be on the safe side, it was best not to take any unnecessary detours.

"I'd rather die..." Xiaolongnu said resentfully, but fainted before she could finish. Seeing her stubbornness,
I knew that further persuasion would be futile, so I had no choice but to instruct Manman to go to Chongyang Palace to invite Master Qiu. After all, Yin Zhiping was his direct
disciple, and such a despicable act at his doorstep deserved an explanation. However, a grand display
wouldn't be appropriate above all else. If I dragged him back like this, he'd probably die of anger. So I had Manman
go and invite him first. Then, Qing'er carried her junior sister, and I dragged the other one back to the entrance of the Tomb of the Living Dead. Xiaolongnu
, already severely injured and consumed by shame and anger, had fainted again, so she couldn't enter the tomb through the waterway. I had to see if I could successfully
open the Dragon-Slaying Stone.

"Boom!" "The stone shard opened, and a stench of decay filled the air. The body lying before the door was, without a doubt, Granny Sun, who had been dead for some time
. I handed Yin Zhiping to Fu'er and collected Granny Sun's remains… Perhaps I truly considered this kind old woman
as family; aside from sadness, I felt little discomfort. We reburied her remains in the stone coffin in the central burial chamber.
The three of us knelt, lit three incense sticks, and respectfully kowtowed three times to Granny Sun. Qing'er, needless to say, was raised by Granny Sun.
Although she was grieving earlier, she hadn't shown it much, but suddenly, recalling the kindness Granny Sun had shown her, she couldn't help but shed tears." My
clothes . Guo Fu had also stayed here for over a month, and seeing that the former Granny Sun had turned into a pile of white bones, she couldn't help but sigh,
for all of life, even a hundred years, must eventually turn to dust. After arranging Granny Sun's funeral, Qing'er suddenly asked me about the stone coffin leading to the secret chamber. I pointed to it and saw
that it was the last coffin no one had used. Qing'er's eyes suddenly lit up... I told the two of them to stay in the bedroom to look after the unconscious Little Dragon Girl, and
I went to the entrance of the Tomb of the Living Dead to welcome Qiu Chuji. Not long after, my master arrived, holding Manman
's hand. Judging from the old man's anxious expression, Manman must have told him what had happened on the way. "Where is that wretched child?" he asked me with a livid face.

Seeing that he had come with a murderous sword, I couldn't help but hesitate and couldn't help but advise, "Uncle Yin was also blinded by
greed and committed such a disgraceful act, but... I don't know if there's something I should say, Guo'er." "

Although what Uncle Yin did is shameful, his feelings can be forgiven. In fact, Guo'er has long known that he is deeply in love with Miss Long. This time,
it was his inner demons that led him to do such a thing. If the two of them... it would be better to let Uncle Yin return to secular life and let them be together." I
thought to myself, if I could persuade Xiaolongnu, perhaps Yin Zhiping would be a good match for her, at least he could wholeheartedly
love her.

"Foolish! Is this a mistake made when one's Daoist heart is momentarily lost?" The old Daoist looked at me for a long time. He thought that my
relationship was not ordinary, but he did not expect that I would make such a suggestion. His disciple committed adultery, but
was caught red-handed by his grand-disciple, which really made him angry. The old Daoist felt his right eyelid twitching when he couldn't find Yin Zhiping. He did not expect that he would actually cause trouble for
himself . "Bullying women and children is already wrong, but taking advantage of Miss Long's serious injury to bully the weak has made the Quanzhen Sect lose all face." "
The old Taoist priest said, spittle flying everywhere.

"But if this matter becomes widely known, the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect will suffer even greater damage," I said with concern.

The old Taoist priest was stunned. He then realized that I was only thinking of the sect's best interests, and that I was full of anger but couldn't vent it on him. He snorted and flicked his sleeve
, no longer speaking. Seeing that he was still fuming, I could only lead him into the Tomb of the Living Dead without saying anything more. Qiu Chuji
had participated in the construction of this place, and decades later he returned to the old place, but at this moment his mood was extremely bad, and he had no time for sentimentality.
He paid his respects to the portraits of Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying before following me into the stone chamber where Xiaolongnu had rested. Inside the room, Several
torches were lit, illuminating the stone chamber brightly.

I noticed Qing'er wasn't in the room and was a little surprised. I looked at Fu Mei for a questioning look, but she tilted her head, indicating she didn't know either. I
guessed she might have gone to look at the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra's manual. Although she might not want to learn it now, she had longed to learn
it for many years, and seeing it would fulfill a wish.

I released Yin Zhiping's pressure points. When he saw Qiu Chuji right in front of him, he knelt down tremblingly, not daring to say a word, only kowtowing
repeatedly , blood quickly flowing from his forehead.

"Miss Long, this old Taoist... has come to beg for forgiveness." "Qiu Chuji carefully chose his words, after all, he hadn't fully
grasped what was going on, but seeing his disciple kowtowing repeatedly and Xiaolongnu's bitter and resentful expression, he thought to himself that this time the feud was really
serious.

Xiaolongnu completely ignored him, her eyes still fixed on Yin Zhiping, showing no intention of letting him go. Qiu Chuji saw
this and looked at me, his gaze questioning, "Is this what you meant by 'letting them be together'? Her eyes are even fiercer than mine, what 'letting be together' my
foot!"

I understood the old man's meaning: This matter is too troublesome, you're resourceful, find a way to settle this for your master...
I cursed the old fox inwardly. "Ahem!" I first held Yin Zhiping down, otherwise he would have kowtowed to death before I could finish speaking.
"Yin Zhiping, do you confess your crime?"

"Disciple, disciple confesses your crime, willing to die." Yin Zhiping said in a trembling voice.

"What crime have you committed?" I asked on behalf of Qiu Chuji.

"Disciple indulged in love and longing, and was filled with sorrow and worry." " Disrespecting the Dragon Girl, committing lewd and shameless acts."

"Those who study the Dao do not concern themselves with worldly pleasures, nor dwell in worldly places. They abstain from sensual pleasures, finding joy in tranquility; they
reject rich flavors, finding beauty in simplicity. If the eyes see color, the ears hear sound, the mouth craves taste, and the mind follows emotion, then one's vital energy dissipates. When vital energy dissipates, the body weakens and dies young, sinking to
the ground ..."

"Ahem." I heard the old man getting more and more excited, at least to me, his words implied that he was accusing the Dragon Girl of ruining his disciple's
decades of cultivation. Comparing the Dragon Girl and Fu Mei to primordial beasts and rouge skeletons was an overreaching attack, threatening
to ignite a full-scale war. Seeing the three women's faces change color, I quickly pulled him back to continue lecturing Yin Zhiping, thinking to myself, if he had
listened to you earlier, would I have been caught in this unpleasant situation?

"Uncle-Master Yin, I need to know clearly: did you attempt to break the precepts today, or have you already broken them?" This is the question I truly
care .

"We arrived just in time; Miss Long is still a pure and innocent woman." I glanced at Qing'er, who had slipped
in . Seeing me looking at her, she made a face and ignored me, walking straight to Xiaolongnu. She rolled up the sleeve of Xiaolongnu's right arm,
revealing a conspicuous mark of virginity on her white skin, which made us both breathe a sigh of relief. Qiu Chuji was relieved that there was still room for redemption, while I was
relieved that Yin Zhiping hadn't taken full advantage of Miss Long. My anger subsided a little.

However, how to deal with Yin Zhiping was a problem. If he was sentenced too harshly, he didn't deserve to die; if he was sentenced too lightly, I would be dissatisfied. I
guessed that although Xiaolongnu was very fierce in her words, it was all just talk. What would happen if she actually came? In the original story, she
had several opportunities to kill Yin Zhiping, but in the end, she didn't make the decision to kill him. However, it's true that
you can't guard against a thief forever. I almost let him slip through my fingers just because I wasn't looking. Who can guarantee he won't
do it again? And what about Xiaolongnu? It seems the old man has thrown me out there to speak for him, making
me curse him inwardly as cunning.

"Miss Long, you see… although his sins are grave, they don't deserve death. Could you leave it to my master to decide…" I
said, forcing a smile.

Xiaolongnu's face changed color, turning pale and then red. Her sorrowful expression was something I
had never . She suddenly vomited blood, and Fu'er, Chuqing, and I quickly supported her. She gently pushed me away, saying, "
You all go. I don't want to see you anymore, never again…" She seemed utterly heartbroken. How could I just leave?
She was seriously injured, then insulted and frightened afterward, and then I made her vomit blood. She felt she had done something
terribly wrong.

"But your injury." I really wanted to slap myself. Even with a friend, I shouldn't be so ruthless,
especially given our ambiguous relationship. Why did I keep hurting her?

"Get out! Get out! I never want to see you again!" For the first time, Xiaolongnu lost control and chased me away, even using the word
" .

" Chuqing and Fumei were both in a dilemma, but they tugged at me at the same time, signaling me to stay and apologize to Xiaolongnu. I gestured for
Qiu Chuji to take Yin Zhiping away first. He had little experience dealing with women and was at a loss for what to do in this situation. He sighed, grabbed
Yin Zhiping, and ran off. Qing'er also pulled Manman, who wanted to watch the show, and the somewhat reluctant Fumei out.
She knew the mentality of the women of the Ancient Tomb Sect best. She really saw her own shadow in her junior sister.

Only I, standing there dumbfounded, and Xiaolongnu, weeping on the bed, remained in the room. Of course, I was no longer an oblivious fool. Back then, when she
traveled hundreds of miles south to Dasheng Pass to find me, I guessed her special feelings for me. This is understandable. In the
past Yang Guo was at his lowest point, he ended up in the Tomb of the Living Dead and stayed there. Lacking martial arts skills and still
retaining the nature of a young child, it was only after six years of companionship and growing older that mutual affection developed. Actually, from the first time I saw her, I
had a feeling , as if the God of Love in Heaven had tied us together with a red thread. However, I was unwilling to accept her reserved
personality and genuinely wanted to settle down, so my attitude towards her remained ambiguous. It was precisely this hesitation and wavering that caused
Xiaolongnu immense suffering. "Long...Long'er..." Calling her "Long" now would be mortal. I
mustered my courage and softly called out, pulling her into my arms.

Xiaolongnu paused in my embrace, struggling to get up, but how could she break free after her serious injuries?
"Let me go... You disciples of the Quanzhen Sect are all bad people, you only know how to bully a weak woman like me..."

In the candlelight, I saw a blush rise on her cheeks, and I thought to myself, "This is promising." "I'm sorry, I... I've made you
suffer , it's all my fault, I really..." I felt like I was toying with her
feelings for me, even with my attitude. Although our relationship had never been clearly defined, it was ambiguous and vague, which I enjoyed,
but I had dragged it out until now, causing this girl to waste her youth. Looking at my former aunt, now a weeping, haggard
beauty in my arms, I couldn't help but feel a surge of love.
I wiped away her tears and said, "I've been struggling all along. When we met again, I already had six confidants... I don't want to let them down, nor do I want to cause others to grieve and shed tears for me. All along, I've been
telling myself that I misunderstood. Miss Long only stayed in Xiangyang to help me because I helped her
out of a ." Seeing her eyes dim, I continued, "But I... I'm not satisfied. I'm greedy. As for you, I like
..." I deliberately acted innocent, trying to fool a naive young girl. Why would I push her down right away? I just got slapped
... Hearing my somewhat shy but very clear confession, Little Dragon Girl felt a sweet warmth in her heart, but her face remained
frosty. "Then you...he...sob sob..." Little Dragon Girl, remembering the humiliation she had suffered, sobbed uncontrollably, "Master
said that none of you men are good, and you're the ones who killed Grandmaster Granny. Sob sob..."

"But he's still a person, you know. I can chop off his hands and feet to avenge you, but after all, he's my elder, my father's
junior brother... Even if I'm angry, I have to think about the kindness Grandmaster Qiu showed me, and the kindness of my deceased father, right? My precious
Dragon Girl has suffered a loss, so I'll strip naked for you to see, and that'll even things out, okay?" I started acting like a rogue.

"You, you're the worst person in the world..." Little Dragon Girl finally couldn't help but laugh, pouting and protesting.

My goodness, is this still that big ice ball? I couldn't help but swallow hard. The ethereal beauty's
smile was more captivating than a 50,000 Hz high-frequency oscillation; my mind went completely blank.
I stared at her, utterly bewildered. What a femme fatale! How had I never noticed before?

Little Dragon Girl seemed quite pleased with my dazed expression. She smiled sweetly, her eyes crinkling, her lips slightly upturned, revealing
two charming dimples. We gazed at each other silently for a long time. Suddenly, she sighed and said, "Ah… I know I shouldn't
have liked you. You have so many lovers. I… I… I keep telling myself to forget you, but your image always
lingers. And Granny Sun… she still managed to force me out of the Ancient Tomb, giving me a reason to see you,
and then… I never wanted to leave you again…" She leaned gently against me, speaking softly. This was the first time I'd ever heard
her say so much on her own initiative. She had given me so many surprises that day. Her saying she was leaving was just a test of my heart.
I was worried she might not actually come, so I brought Manman back to Zhongnan with me. I then realized that
the clever Manman had already figured out Long'er's feelings for me; otherwise, even ten Little Dragon Girls couldn't stop her from running away.

"Your injury..." I was most worried about her injury, but seeing she was in a better mood, I quickly changed the subject
.

"It's nothing serious, just a bit of my inner energy scattered. A few days of rest should be enough to recover." She smiled and
shook her head, indicating she was fine.

I thought to myself, something's not right. The martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect are definitely not that simple. Xuzhu obtained the essence of Wuyazi and Tianshan Tonglao's
martial , and Princess Yinchuan brought the Lesser Formless Skill and White Rainbow Palm. It can be said that, apart from Li Canghai's Formless Divine Skill, the three branches of the Xiaoyao Sect
have only been reunited in less than two hundred years. I wonder if this Lord of Lingjiu Palace has
fully mastered the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect. "Long'er, tell me carefully how you were injured."

"Um... it happened like this, before noon, Manman was learning basic skills from me at the foot of the mountain..." Xiaolongnu recalled.

I listened attentively. Although I already knew the details, I didn't miss a single point: "
How old was her? Did she use palm techniques, finger techniques, or grappling techniques? What was her internal energy like? Was it surging and powerful, extremely yang, or extremely yin and cold?" Although I wouldn't claim to know all the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect, I could still distinguish
the basic characteristics of the major divine skills . "Um... she was wearing a veil. I was defeated by her in one move, so I didn't see clearly... she used palm techniques, and the force was indeed surging , but it didn't seem to have a clear distinction between yin and yang." Long'er's pale face was flushed, with a sickly redness. I knew she was resentful because she had been defeated in one move. I shook my head slightly in my heart. What audacity, what a strong sense of pride. Does the Master of Lingjiu Palace always have to pursue defeating the enemy in one move ? But wasn't it said that the Heavenly Child Granny never descended from the Heavenly Mountain? Why then did Leng Fanghun travel thousands of miles to the Central Plains to seek revenge on us? But then I realized, the Heavenly Child Granny was unhappy with her appearance and didn't want outsiders to see her true form. It seems this Leng Fanghun is quite confident in her appearance. I continued, "Was her palm technique extremely fierce and cunning? I can't imagine what kind of martial art you couldn't dodge, and couldn't even withstand a single move from." Long'er shook her head and said, "No, at first I wanted to avoid her head-on and observe her moves, but when she got close, my body felt like it was frozen in place, and then I felt something prick me, a cool sensation ..." she recalled. I was startled and said, "Tell me first, do you remember where she pricked you? An acupoint?" I asked . "The Yunmen and Zhongfu acupoints on her left shoulder, and... the Tianchi acupoint." The other two were manageable, but the Tianchi acupoint was located three inches and one inch behind the breast, a very sensitive spot. Long'er thought I was going to treat her wounds, and blushed as she whispered. I frowned. Listening to Xiaolongnu's description, Leng Fanghun had used the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Supreme Divine Art to lock onto Long'er's qi in a single move, used the Life and Death Talisman to distract her vision, and then used the Colorless and Formless Lesser Formless Art to activate the White Rainbow Palm, knocking Long'er down head-on... Although her method of defeating her opponent in one move was incredibly arrogant, even a lion uses its full strength when hunting a rabbit. Her attempt to feign weakness and exploit an opening seemed unlikely to work. She was truly a formidable opponent. I came back to my senses and called out to the door, "Qing'er, Fu'er, come in ." The two of them had seen Qiu Chuji off and were eavesdropping with Manman at the door. With their good hearing , they pushed open the stone door and came in when I called them. "How is it? Is Junior Sister's injury serious?" Qing'er asked with some concern. "Yes, on the surface, everything seems fine, but Long'er has been struck by a very insidious hidden weapon, Leng Fanghun's 'Life and Death Talisman'," I said solemnly, holding Xiaolongnu's hand. My two wives and my little apprentice reacted differently to the change in my address. Qing'er was more understanding than jealous, Fu'er was mixed but said nothing, while Manman was full of excitement. Although she didn't quite understand the feelings between men and women , she knew that Aunt Long was about to become Seventh Master's Wife. "The Life and Death Talisman?" Fu'er subconsciously glanced at Chu Qing and found that the other's eyes were also filled with horror. Although Qing'er had long since abandoned the use of silver needles, the Ice Soul Silver Needle, which once struck fear into the hearts of people in the martial arts world , was indeed a top-tier poisonous hidden weapon. However, compared to the legendary Life and Death Talisman, the Ice Soul Silver Needle was inferior. Little Dragon Girl was also terrified by me. I had told the last ten chapters of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils before the Ancient Tomb arc, so when she learned that she had the opportunity to personally experience such a high-tech product, she realized she was in trouble and unconsciously trembled slightly . Seeing that Little Dragon Girl was quite frightened by me, I quickly said, "But don't worry. Ordinary people don't understand the inside story, so naturally they are terrified of this mysterious and powerful weapon that can control life and death from thousands of miles away. But, to be honest, it's not scary at all. I have at least three ways to remove the Life and Death Talisman." "A way? Could it be?" Qing'er seemed to have thought of something, and gave me a mischievous smile, saying, "Back when my husband cured someone of the Azure Wave Deep Cold Poison, that Awakening Technique..." Her words made Fu'er pause, her eyes revealing a "That's a very respectable excuse!" look. The two women looked at me with half-smiles. "What, is there a problem with this?" Little Dragon Girl couldn't help but ask, seeing their somewhat malicious smiles. "That's called cardiac resuscitation, not the sordid thing you're thinking of. You still remember it after all these years." I felt my reasoning was perfectly legitimate—it was to save someone, after all. But their connection made it seem like I'd always acted with the intention of being a scoundrel. Although, in most cases, my primary purpose was indeed to be a scoundrel. "Besides, I judged this method to be inappropriate for today, and I never said I'd use it. It's all just your wild guesses." "Then tell me, what other good methods are there?" Fu Mei couldn't help but argue with me. "There are many medicines in the world that specifically treat cold poison. The most recent one is the Shaolin Temple's Six Yang Righteous Qi Pill. We'll be passing through Dengfeng on our way to Jiangxia. Those monks will be eager to curry favor with me when they see this big landlord." I said with a smile. I mentally simulated several feasible treatment plans. The first was to use medicine. The second was to teach her the skill of reversing the meridians, allowing her to transform her internal energy and resolve the cold poison herself. The third method, although I don't know the Six Yang Palms of Tianshan, Rong'er and I have developed the ability of X-ray vision, which allows us to monitor the flow of the Life and Death Talisman along with the blood at all times. Combined with my skill and medical knowledge, I intend to...

It wouldn't be difficult to resolve it. There's also an ideal state… that I yearn for most. We'd cultivate together for ten days to half a month
, until we reached a state of perfect harmony and entered the Innate Realm. Then I could directly eliminate the threat for her, and also increase my power.
However I suspect Qing'er and Fu'er would definitely report me when they got back, so I didn't dare mention it and put it aside. We agreed that
Xiaolongnu didn't want to see the people from Chongyang Palace, so we decided to set off immediately.

After packing our bags, Chu Qing carried Xiaolongnu, and Fu'er led Manman down the mountain to hire a carriage. I, on the other hand, had to return to Chongyang Palace to say goodbye, and more
importantly, to retrieve our luggage and horses. The elders were somewhat puzzled, asking why I was in such a hurry to leave so soon. I simply explained
that Xiaolongnu was seriously injured and needed to go to Luoyang to seek medical treatment. The elders, having heard about Xiaolongnu's injury, offered various suggestions.
Some suggested inviting her to Chongyang Palace for treatment, while others suggested I retrieve the ginseng to cure her. Wang Chuyi, renowned for his medical skills, insisted on
personally examining her. I could only politely decline the old man's kindness with a wry smile. After chatting for a while longer, I took my leave.
As I turned to leave, I saw my grandmaster Qiu Chuji standing nearby, his brow furrowed with worry, seemingly with unfinished business. I followed him out, and
he said to me, "Guo'er, do you think I should report this to my senior brother, the headmaster?"

I inwardly cursed him as a cunning old fox, but aloud said, "Miss Long has agreed not to pursue Uncle Yin's wrongdoing. However,
this time Uncle Yin's inner demons have surfaced, and he has acted lustfully towards the injured women and children. I find this utterly despicable and hope that Grandmaster will punish him by making him reflect on his actions
to atone for his past transgressions." Qiu Chuji nodded. My words perfectly aligned with his wishes. This action, seemingly a punishment, would greatly benefit

his character and cultivation .
"But... as for Miss Long... are you really not going to pursue this any further?" The old man asked again.
After all, Little Dragon Girl's identity was too special. She was both the head of a sect and a disciple of Lin Chaoying. If she came knocking on his door one day,
he would really have nowhere to hide his old face.

I rolled my eyes. Wasn't this obvious distrust? I touched my nose and said, "Well, we're practically family now
. After a while, once she calms down, this matter will probably be over. Just make sure she doesn't see Uncle Yin,
otherwise I won't be able to stop her."

Grandmaster Qiu was dumbfounded, speechless at my words. His little grand-disciple had pursued another girl, and she was even
a direct disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect... But he was a magnanimous person, thinking that this must be his late master's blessing from heaven. He took
two scrolls from his robes and handed them to me, saying, "These are the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Divine Skill and the Quanzhen Swordplay, both the essence personally written by our patriarch.
Study them carefully; it will also fulfill the...friendship between our two sects."

Looking at the old man, I could tell he felt guilty even saying the word "friendship." However, such
powerful martial arts manuals were not to be missed, especially since they recorded Wang Chongyang's insights. I was even curious to use this to peek
into the extent of this legendary master's skill. I thought to myself that this trip up the mountain had yielded quite a few benefits; including the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill,
I had obtained three manuals in total.

I bid farewell to Grandmaster Qiu and left Chongyang Palace, my mind already on my next destination—Shaolin Temple. Although I despised these
cowards , they enjoyed considerable prestige in the martial arts world and among the common people. The slogan "All martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin" has been chanted for hundreds of years. Even the Quanzhen School, which
claims to be the orthodox school of Taoism, is a product of the fusion of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism. Shaolin Temple, on the other hand, is known as the foremost
school of Chan Buddhism, not only producing numerous martial arts masters but also possessing remarkable attainments in Buddhist philosophy. From this perspective, if we, the reformists of the New Army, want to control the direction of the people's hearts, we
must start from both material and spiritual aspects. Therefore, we must control the major Buddhist and Taoist sects in the world.

When I led the horse to the entrance of Puguang Temple, the carriage that Qing'er had hired had already arrived, waiting to meet me and set off. I don't like
having outsiders around, so I gave the driver fifty taels of silver to buy the carriage harness. Then I harnessed our original horses to the carriage shaft and drove the carriage eastward
myself .

Long'er's injuries were very serious. By evening, the Life and Death Talisman had flared up, and Long'er was writhing in pain inside the carriage. Qing'er and Fu Mei could
n't hold her down. I temporarily suppressed the Life and Death Talisman using my inner vision and internal energy. Long'er was already sweating profusely from the torment. Only then did I
realize that I had underestimated Leng Fanghun's profound skill. To be honest, even with the more than ten years of skill taught by Old Man Ouyang, my five years
of diligent practice, the miraculous effects of the Cangshan Iron Head, and my innate Dao body that could already mobilize the power of heaven and earth, I still
couldn't completely dispel the Life and Death Talisman. This meant that my initial assessment might have been too optimistic. After this turn of events, not only was Long'er
terrified by the torment, but even Fu Mei and Qing'er were frightened by her condition. Although I was worried, I outwardly
reassured them, saying that I couldn't focus on treating her on the road. Because of their absolute trust in me, they gradually relaxed.

After all this commotion, it was already dark. We missed our lodging, so we simply rode on. When the horses got tired, we changed into our
warhorses . We continued on our way without stopping, and on the afternoon of the third day, we arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain in Dengfeng, Henan.

"Brother Yelü?" I was somewhat surprised to encounter Yelü Qi and Yelü Yan in Henan.

"Brother Yang! It's so good to meet you here." The brother and sister looked quite destitute, having traveled
on foot , but their expressions visibly relaxed upon seeing me.

I had a sudden realization and couldn't help but ask, "Could it be... that ?gedei is dead? And that the old Prime Minister Yelü...?" I remembered
that ?gedei died in the autumn of 1240, and it was only spring now. However, since his death was followed by his son Yugui
, with the support of Empress Dowager Tolegna, keeping his death a secret to vie for the Khanate, such a thing wasn't impossible.

Yelü Qi nodded somberly and said, "My late father... was forced to commit suicide by poison, and my elder brother is also imprisoned, his fate
unknown ." Yelü Yan behind him was already sobbing uncontrollably. Fu Mei quickly led Yelü Yan into the carriage, and I also took a
horse and handed it to Yelü Qi.

This explained our next destination, and the Yelü siblings, who had been wandering the world to escape Mongol pursuit, joined
our journey.

Upon arriving at the Shaolin Temple gate, unsure if the temple was observing any taboos at this time, I left everyone in the carriage and
climbed a dozen stone steps before knocking on the gate. Seeing how tightly the gate was closed, I couldn't help but wonder: was this
complete closure? Did the Shaolin Temple not receive worshippers normally?

The guest monk came out, bowed to me, chanted "Amitabha," and asked, "May I ask what brings you here, benefactor?"

I replied, "I am Yang Guo from Xiangyang, here to pay my respects to Abbot Xinchan."

Upon hearing my name, the guest monk was initially surprised, then asked, "Are you perhaps the disciple of Chief Huang of the Beggars' Sect, the current commander of the Xiangyang army,
Benefactor Yang?"

I replied, "Indeed, I am unworthy..." I thought to myself, you've made my background sound even more authentic than I am; this supposedly peaceful place is
n't truly peaceful.

But before I could finish, the monk quickly ducked into the temple gate and slammed the side door shut, effectively turning me
away ... What the hell does this mean? I was seething with anger. I looked back and saw that Chu Qing and Fu Mei were just as
bewildered . I was about to knock on the door again when I heard the sounds of gongs and drums from inside the courtyard. Soon after, the temple gates opened wide, and thirty-six monks
lined up on both sides. A gaunt, long-browed old monk led the way to greet me. He bowed and said, "Amitabha,
I am Xin Cheng, the head of the Disciplinary Hall. I am here to welcome Benefactor Yang on the orders of my senior brother, the abbot."

I thought to myself, this old monk Xin Cheng has quite the airs. I bowed slightly and replied, "Greetings, Master. Accompanying me are my
three wives and a female disciple. Would it be convenient for them to enter the temple?"

"Amitabha, helping others is helping yourself. Please don't take offense," the old monk said with a slight smile.

I thought to myself, that's a good attitude. I carried the injured Long'er into the temple, with Qing'er and Fu Mei leading Manman behind me.
We followed the old monk Xin Cheng to a side hall. The Venerable Master Xincheng pushed open the door and invited me in. I returned the greeting, gesturing for him to go first. After some polite polite
exchanges entered the room. Only then did I notice three monks waiting for us, but I couldn't tell which one was
Abbot Xincheng of Shaolin Temple. "Master Xincheng, may I ask who these three are?" I asked.

"This humble monk is Xinguan, the abbot of the Bodhidharma Hall," the middle monk introduced himself.

"This humble monk is Xinjian, the head of the Arhat Hall," said the martial monk on the right.

"This humble monk is Tianming, a disciple of the Prajna Hall," said the last monk, who appeared to be around forty years
old .

Hearing that this third one was the future abbot of Shaolin Temple, Yang Guo's friend, Zen Master Tianming, I couldn't help but feel
a slight sense of intimacy. I helped Xiaolongnu sit down, and after we were both seated and waited for the young monks to serve tea, I introduced our
group . Xincheng and Xinguan first thanked us on behalf of Shaolin Temple for capturing and repatriating the head monk. We chatted
for a few more minutes before I explained that we needed medicine.

Xincheng, the head of the Discipline Hall, and Xinguan, the head of the Dharma Hall, were both elders. After I finished explaining, they exchanged
a glance , and Xinguan sighed slightly, saying, "Benefactor Yang, you may not know, but our abbot passed away yesterday..."

I was shocked. What a coincidence! He continued, “To my shame, yesterday a group of unidentified
people came to challenge us. These matters are usually handled by the Dharma Hall, which I oversee, but I wasn't in the temple yesterday. So, my senior
brother, the sect leader, personally fought a female benefactor and was injured, passing away that evening…”

Xin Cheng said, “Senior brother Xin Chan was seriously injured, and junior brother Xin Hui had his martial arts crippled on the spot. Before his death, the abbot forbade his disciples
from fighting again and presented the stakes from before. What that woman stole was the Six Yang Righteous Qi Pill that you requested. She also left
a message saying you should know who she is…?” Xin Cheng finished speaking and looked at me, seemingly expecting an explanation from me.

I thought to myself, no wonder you all acted as if I were a formidable enemy. If it weren't for the New Army forces I represented, you
would have already arrested and beaten me. I looked back at the three women with some disappointment. Long'er seemed a little better, not too disappointed
by the outcome. I gently comforted her, "Since Leng Fanghun came to snatch the pill, it means the Six Yang Righteous Qi Pill
is the right medicine, and it also means her Life and Death Talisman isn't incurable. Let's think of another way." The three women nodded, finding my words quite
reasonable. I turned to Xin Cheng and said, "That woman is the master of the Lingjiu Palace of the Xiaoyao Sect, the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden Leng Fanghun."

"Leng Fanghun?" Xin Cheng clearly knew the old story between Shaolin Temple and the Xiaoyao Sect, but didn't know who Leng Fanghun was
, hence the question.

"To be honest, I didn't see this witch face-to-face, but she always walked ahead of me, seemingly deliberately toying with
me." I briefly explained how I had eliminated the Demonic Sect's forces in Xiangyang.

Xin Cheng sighed and said, "Benefactor, you don't know, a calamity is imminent in the martial world."

"A calamity?" Hearing him say this, I was startled, a realization dawning on me. Could the Demonic Sect and the Lingjiu Palace have some
connection ?

Xin Cheng instructed his disciple to fetch a brocade box containing documents from a side hall. He took out a letter and handed it to me. I took
the letter and saw that the envelope read: “A Letter to Fellow Martial Artists. The attached document is personally opened by Abbot Huiguang of Shaolin Temple, and
signed by Xuzhuzi of Lingjiu Palace, Tianshan.” I took out the letter and saw only a few words, but it read: “Since taking over Tianshan
thirty years ago, although I have devoted myself to strict discipline, the gentlemen of the islands and grottoes have strayed from the right path and are increasingly inclined to change their ways. They are truly not of the righteous path. However, I
am dull-witted and incapable of the task of educating them. Whenever I think of the teachings of my master, I cannot do anything rebellious. Therefore
, I sever all ties with the Mormon sect established by the people of the Thirty-Six Caves, Seventy-Two Islands, and Xingxiu Sea. This is my letter of declaration. Respectfully submitted by Xuzhuzi of Tianshan.”

“Doesn’t this mean that the Xiaoyao Sect and the Demonic Sect have no connection?” I was greatly surprised, as this was quite different from what I had expected.

"Hmm... Benefactor, you only know one side of the story. According to the records of Shaolin, this Demonic Sect was originally
the combined power of the Thirty-Six Islands and Seventy-Two Caves, which spread and absorbed followers using the doctrines of Manichaeism, forming a large sect. However, the mastermind behind them
points directly to the Lingjiu Palace." Xincheng bowed with one palm and accepted the letter I handed him.

"Could it be the wife of Senior Xuzhu, Princess Yinchuan of the Western Xia Kingdom?" I guessed.

Xincheng was taken aback and said, "This... This humble monk does not know, after all, it happened more than a hundred years ago, and there is no way to investigate it today."

I was slightly disappointed, but it seemed that things were starting to look clearer. Xuzhu was weak and incompetent, unable to control the heroes. Although the Thirty
-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands were initially grateful to him for removing the Life and Death Talisman, as time went on, their unruly nature became apparent
, and they would inevitably gradually drift away from the kind-hearted Xuzhu. Xu Zhu's wife, Princess Li Mingyue of Yinchuan,
also known as Meng Gu, inherited the true martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect. Standing behind Xu Zhu, she was practically the de facto ruler of Lingjiu Palace. It seems Xu
Zhu realized this, which is why he tried to use a letter to distance Lingjiu Palace from the Thirty-Six Caves, Seventy-Two Islands, and Xingxiu Sea. However, he inadvertently
made things worse, making things even more suspicious. In this light,
the theory that the Star Absorbing Skill is a combination of the Beiming Divine Skill and the Dissolving Skill seems quite plausible. This skill might have been obtained by the Demonic Sect from Lingjiu Palace and then
adapted by the descendants of Xingxiu Sea using the Dissolving Skill.

However, if the Xiaoyao Sect is the force behind the Demonic Sect, it would be a truly terrible disaster. No wonder
Leng constantly making trouble for me... I mentally planned how to deal with this battle.

Having moved on from the chapter on the Free and Unfettered Sect, we discussed the current situation, and I probed their opinions. The older monks seemed
to be rather honest and cautious; they only gave ambiguous answers to my proposal to open a temple, and even wanted to observe from
the sidelines for a while, seemingly worried about a Mongol counterattack and another surprise attack on Shaolin by Leng Fanghun. Tianming, however
, seemed to have some insight, knowing that to gain political capital, one must take risks, and strongly advocated supporting me. Unfortunately, he lacked the seniority, and his opinion
wasn't taken seriously enough. I sneered inwardly, thinking, "By the time you find a Taoist temple opening right on your doorstep, it will be too late for regrets
." The Quanzhen Sect was my strongest religious backing in the north; while in the south, Zhang Tianshi and Zhang Keda, the Master of Guanmiao, frequently
corresponded , hoping I could maintain peace with the Southern Song court, but their words also showed their high regard for me. For the contemporary Zhang Tianshi to personally
send a letter of greeting was an honor in itself for most people. In this era, Taoism still holds a dominant position,
so if I cannot win over the Shaolin lineage, I must increase my support for the Quanzhen
Sect . I must not only suppress Buddhism but also put pressure on the Dragon Tiger Sect in the south.

In the afternoon, Tianming invited us to visit the upper courtyard of the Bodhidharma Hall and the lower courtyard of the Prajna Hall. Hearing that Tianming specializes in the Vajra Prajna Palm, one of the Seventy-Two
Arts , I couldn't help but feel a
surge of excitement. I have already mastered the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and am eager to test the power of the renowned Vajra Prajna Palm, a friendly exchange to learn from each other's strengths. After I challenged him to a duel,
Tianming was slightly surprised. He had heard of my great reputation within the temple, but seeing that I was only about half his age, even
without any intention of underestimating me, he didn't see any comparability between our skills. He was about to politely decline, but then he thought:
He had heard that the Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms
were unparalleled in their power and were hailed as the best palm technique in the world. Now that the great hero Guo was unfortunately dead, Chief Hong, presuming on his status, would not dare to spar with him. It would be better to have a friendly exchange with Yang Guo. Firstly, he could learn from its intricacies; secondly,
if he could defeat him even by a move or two, it would enhance the prestige of Shaolin. With that thought, he bowed and said, "In that case, I'm afraid I'll be
embarrassed by your amusement, Benefactor Yang. Please!"

We stood on either side, and the disciples of the Prajna Hall also put down their evening lessons to come and watch the excitement. Fu Mei and Chu Qing
stood below me, arm in arm with Xiao Long Nu, temporarily forgetting their hidden ailments, and waited with great interest to watch our duel. Even the Yelü
siblings were invited to watch the battle, standing below the three women and Manman.

"Please, benefactor!" "Please, master!" We exchanged greetings. Tianming,
with his "Worshiping Buddha at Lingshan," surprisingly allowed me to strike first. I didn't stand on ceremony; if we continued being polite, it would be dark before we even started fighting.

I struck first with my palm, shouting, "Master, be careful!" Then, I drew a semi-circle with my left hand, the starting stance of the most
powerful move Regretful Dragon."

Seeing the immense power of my move, Tianming was eager to test my palm technique. He said,
"Well done!" and stepped forward, his sleeves fluttering as if he were strolling leisurely, but a tidal wave of palm force was surging towards me from beneath his sleeves.
This skill of his was "Universe in the Sleeve," one of the seventy-two Shaolin arts. The palm force emanated from the sleeves as they were raised. Shaolin
monks have always prioritized meditation and Buddhist practice, considering martial arts and palm techniques secondary. Anger is already a transgression, let alone striking someone. For centuries
, the Shaolin School has been hailed as the orthodox school of martial arts, dealing with countless challengers and sparring partners daily. This "Hidden Universe in the Sleeve" technique, concealed
within the sleeve, is far more elegant in appearance. The flowing sleeves, seemingly graceful, are actually fraught with danger, preventing the enemy from seeing the source of the palm strike and catching them off
guard. Furthermore, the sleeves are infused with extremely sharp power and ever-changing techniques. If I were to concentrate on dismantling
the palm strikes hidden within his sleeves, he could turn the tables and directly injure me with the force of his sleeves.

Fu Mei, watching from the sidelines, saw the serene elegance of a Jin dynasty scholar in his black robes and high hat appear on
the face of a bald monk. Suppressing a laugh, she nudged Chu Qing and said, "Sister, wouldn't it be so much better if Big Brother
did those moves? It just looks strange having this monk do them."

Qing'er and Xiaolongnu both suppressed laughter, but their faces flushed as they nodded slightly, seemingly imagining my elegant
stance . Even the Yelü siblings watching from the sidelines couldn't help but smile at her words.

Tianming and I, fighting in the arena, both heard Fu Mei's words. The great monk smiled slightly, not taking offense. However, I
was now feeling a bit of pressure, so how could I be careless? Seeing Tianming's attack, his wide sleeves billowed forward, truly resembling the "Universe in the Sleeve" technique of Zhenyuan Daxian in Journey
to the West. If I didn't know how to counter it, I feared I would suffer a loss.
But inwardly, I couldn't help but admire: "Universe in the Sleeve, indeed remarkable! I can learn from it!"

I slightly sidestepped, but Tianming pressed his advantage, launching another palm strike at me. I used the "Leap into the Abyss" move, remaining
airborne before landing, then immediately followed with the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" move, striking Tianming's sleeve with my palm.
The force was evenly distributed, while my palm strike was concentrated and focused. A hissing sound rang out as the two forces clashed,
causing dozens of gray butterflies to flutter about in the hall.

The monks were startled, worried that Tianming would be injured by me. They immediately turned to look at him, only to see that Tianming's
arms were bare. It turned out that the clash of their internal forces had torn the sleeves of his monk's robes to shreds. Although Tianming was now
in a sorry state, his strong, long arms made him appear even more powerful and imposing.

With no sleeves, Tianming naturally had no "Qiankun" (a martial arts technique) hidden within them. Anger surged within him, and his face
darkened. With a single, effortless palm strike, I had broken his prized signature move. He had lost face greatly today. He
attacked fiercely, his arms moving straight up and down.

Everyone recognized it as the widely known "Arhat Fist." Yelü Yan tugged at her second brother's sleeve and asked,
"Second brother, is this master practicing Arhat Fist?" Yelü Qi, observing that Master Tianming's fist technique, though simple, contained
countless variations and counter-attacks, gradually grasped the true meaning of simplicity within complexity. He had a sudden realization and
simply hummed in response to his younger sister. Yelü Yan, finding it uninteresting, turned to talk to Fu Mei.

I was taken
aback After his three punches, the crowd couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "The saying goes, 'Practice makes perfect.' Master Tianming's ability to
use a dry and tedious introductory fist technique to such a level is impossible without twenty or thirty years of diligent practice."
The monks discussed amongst themselves, and even those disciples with a restless attitude towards martial arts were subtly taught a lesson.

Seeing Tianming simplify the process and abandon the Prajna Palm, I suddenly had an idea and unleashed a palm strike, a move called "Charging into the Formation".
"Slaying the General" is a move from the widely circulated "Taizu Long Fist" in the army. This move is extremely elegant and graceful, its power a
perfect blend of strength and gentleness, revealing the pinnacle of martial arts that every master aspires to achieve throughout their
life . The monks watching our fight cheered loudly. The disciples of Shaolin possess solid martial arts foundations
and broad knowledge; whether it's their daily practice of "Arhat Fist" or the widely circulated "Taizu Palm Technique,"
their essence is known to everyone. As soon as I unleashed my first move, everyone present couldn't help but
cheer!

After this resounding applause, many immediately felt it was inappropriate. Wasn't this cheering praising an outsider and dampening the leader's
spirit ? But the cheers had already been uttered and couldn't be taken back. Seeing my second move, "Establishing Majesty in Hebei," so exquisitely executed—a move that combined parrying and
striking—not only neutralized the Heavenly Roar Arhat Fist's deadly attack but also seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack. Many in the hall continued to cheer loudly, but some
suddenly realized their mistake and knew to restrain themselves, so the cheers weren't as loud as with the first move. However, many still uttered "Oh, oh," and "Ha, ha!" The low murmur of admiration
was perhaps no less than the loud cheers of praise.

Yelü Qi, observing this, couldn't help but nod inwardly, secretly calculating the gap between him and me. He realized that I had
improved far more than two years ago, gradually leaving him far behind, making it impossible for him to catch up. He secretly glanced at Fu Mei, who was watching the battle,
and couldn't help but sigh inwardly... But he quickly adjusted his mindset and focused his attention back on the arena.

After seven or eight exchanges between Tianming and me, the winner was clear. The fist techniques we both used were ordinary and unremarkable, but
Tianming always took the initiative, attacking my defenses and forcing me to respond. However, I was always a
step too slow, allowing Tianming to strike first. As soon as Tianming made a move, I countered with my own, each move coming later. With a preemptive strike, he neutralized Tianming's fierce
offensive. This "Taizu Long Fist" itself only has sixty-four moves, but its scope is extremely broad. Emperor Taizu of Song,
Zhao Kuangyin was originally from Shaolin, and this Taizu Long Fist vaguely bears the shadow of Shaolin martial arts. Therefore, no matter how Tianming changed his moves—from
Arhat Fist to Weituo Palm, and then from Weituo Palm to Tiger-Taming Fist—I simply remained unchanged, observing the opponent's attack patterns and cleverly countering them.
How could Tianming not be defeated? Everyone understands this principle, but to achieve "striking first after the opponent has moved," especially against
Tianming the number one master of the Prajna Hall, was something the monks had never even considered before, had they not witnessed it firsthand.

This battle even alarmed Xincheng and Xinguan, who were watching from afar outside the hall. "Junior brother,
what ?" Xinguan asked.

"I think it's less than ten percent." "Xin Cheng said with some worry, inwardly blaming Tian Ming for his recklessness. Shaolin was facing a calamity,
and he had messed things up at this critical juncture. If they won this battle, all would be well, but if they suffered defeat after defeat, the saying that all martial arts originated from Shaolin
would truly become a joke.

"Why didn't Junior Nephew Tian Ming use the Prajna Palm to fight?" Xin Guan continued to ask. He was a master of Zen Buddhism, but his martial arts
skills and insight were far inferior to his junior brother's.

Xin Cheng shook his head and said, "Benefactor Yang is just as adept. I have heard that the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are unparalleled in their power and ferocity, yet they also combine strength and gentleness,
and are unpredictable. " "Senior brother, look! Tianming's sleeve is shattered, which shows that his hidden power within his sleeve has been broken. I'm afraid that a single Prajna Palm attack will be
even less effective, and he'll be defeated even more..." He stopped abruptly before he could finish, unconsciously
placing Tianming in the position of the loser.

At this moment, the situation on the field changed again. Tianming was forced into a corner by me. He only used half of each of his signature moves, often being
forced to change his moves by me. An inexplicable anger gradually rose in his heart. Taking advantage of my punch aimed at his left shoulder, he didn't dodge or flinch, but instead brought his palms together and
unleashed a Prajna Palm attack, aiming straight for my center.

Xincheng saw that Tianming had been enraged by me and shouted, "No!" But it was too late to stop him. Seeing that I
had been hit by this palm, I was likely to be either dead or seriously injured.

Fumei was worried and confused, and was about to rush forward with her sword to help me when Chuqing grabbed her. "Don't go, it's alright." "Qing'er
vaguely guessed my intentions, and seeing my calm smile, she was even less worried that I would be in trouble.

Sure enough, in the arena, I thought to myself, 'Well done!' and with a move called 'Azure Dragon Drawing Water,' I lunged at Tianming's wrist. Tianming instinctively switched to the Shaolin
Dragon Claw Hand, exchanging two blows with me in close combat, and then, before I could even touch him, he flung me away. While I was in mid-air, I
twisted and spun around, unleashing the 'Dragon Tail Sweep' from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, which can be transformed into a leg technique. Tianming's 'Flicking Leg' was indeed a superior move among the 'Shadow Following Leg' from the Seventy-Two
Arts .

We exchanged blows, and I used the momentum to leap back out of the battle, landing in front of the three women, Manman, and the Yelü siblings.

Our few moves, rising and falling like magpies, were indeed evenly matched, and the monks watched with great delight, all cheering loudly.

Xin Guan breathed a sigh of relief and asked, 'It seems it's over, no winner or loser?'"

Xin Cheng sighed and said, "Amitabha... but they were showing us face..." He naturally saw that I was "seeking defeat
" rather than "competing for victory." However, everyone present was just watching the show, and only a few people saw the real reason behind it.

"Amitabha, benefactor..." Tian Ming naturally knew that I had shown him face, but he was straightforward by nature and
immediately wanted to admit defeat.

"Master's skill is profound and his response is swift. This humble one did use all his strength to maintain the undefeated situation. I'm sorry to have made you laugh." "
I spoke first.

Monk Tianming glanced at me gratefully. He wasn't concerned with personal honor or disgrace, but this sparring match was, in a sense,
related to Shaolin's reputation and the prestige of both Shaolin and Quanzhen. So, hearing my words, he was very grateful for my magnanimity.

The host and guests enjoyed themselves, and that evening we stayed at Shaolin Temple for a vegetarian meal. However, female guests were not allowed to stay overnight in the temple. My final
warning to the monks had been achieved, and I took the opportunity to take my leave. Monk Tianming, along with his seniors, saw me off at the temple. Although he was the newly appointed
head of the Prajna Hall, his seniority was lower than the three monks of the Xin generation. He followed behind the group with a somewhat melancholy expression, not taking
the initiative approach them." They struck up a conversation with me.

I sighed inwardly. Although Shaolin Temple was known as the orthodox school of martial arts, they
often Repository could learn the Nine Yang Divine Skill by flipping through the Lankavatara Sutra.
Yet the rest were mediocre. Was it really that the monks present hadn't yet found their opportunity? Or did they truly value Buddhism more than martial arts? However, their
obsession with the title of the number one martial arts sect seemed a bit off. Of course, I wouldn't give them any hints. Instead, I smiled
kindly at Monk Tianming. He sensed my good intentions, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and bowed in return.
I helped him up and said to him, "Master, you are a man of deep feeling. Our parting today will surely be followed by another day. Let us meet again
in the world of martial arts."

"Hehe, what you say is
very true, benefactor. True friendship lies in sincerity. To act like a child is something this humble monk has been too attached to." We smiled at each other; this friendship was forged in battle.

Chapter Seventy-Six: Ancient Road, Desolate Village, Yang Gaizhi's Initial Battle Against Leng Fanghun; Deep Affection, Dragon Girl Sacrifices Herself for Her Lover. On the tenth day of the fourth month, the night before we arrived in Jiangxia City, we were three days later than expected. I was extremely annoyed throughout the journey. The reason was simple: Yelü Qi stared intently at my wife every day. Those thieving eyes reminded me of Yin Zhiping . Even the more thick-skinned and easygoing Fu Mei felt this gaze, not to mention Qing'er, who was always sensitive to the gaze of the opposite sex, and Long'er, who had just been frightened. I stopped Qing'er from reaching for the jade bee needle from her waist several times. When we stopped at the inn for a bite to eat in the evening, I found that Manman had disappeared again, and I instinctively reached into my pocket, only to find that my purse was gone again… That brat, it had been a while since I'd seen her, but she hadn't forgotten a thing. I couldn't help but smile wryly. “Why didn’t you let me give him a couple of acupuncture needles to correct his bad habits?” Qing’er asked me with dissatisfaction as soon as we entered the room. I glared at her, thinking to myself, “Why are you making such a fuss? It’s not like I’m here to bother you.” I pulled her to sit at the round table, poured her a cup of tea, and handed it to her, saying, “Why are you so angry? Calm down. Yelü Qi isn’t Yin Zhiping; he can’t just kill every Quanzhen disciple he sees, understand?” Although Fu Mei and I had argued several times, she had never done anything to wrong me, and I was quite at ease about that. Little Dragon Girl leaned lazily against the headboard, saying, "There isn't a single good person in the Quanzhen Sect..." She glanced at me, blushing, and continued , "The worst one is you." "Haha, I'll take that as a compliment," I laughed. "Good brother, have you taken a liking to Yelü Yan?" Fu Mei also noticed Yelü Qi's unusual behavior. She had been very obedient to me the whole way, but now she couldn't help but tease me. She straddled me, one arm around my neck, the other reaching for my waist. "Good brother, I only have you few good sisters, my darlings. As for Yelü Yan and Gongsun, they have nothing to do ," I quickly declared. Little Dragon Girl seemed a little nervous when I said this, but when I gave her a nod of approval, she beamed with joy, then lowered her head shyly, displaying the anxious and insecure demeanor of a young woman. I felt both smug and secretly groaned at the sight. Back in Chang'an, it would be difficult to explain this to Rong'er and San Niang. Just thinking about them made my lower body returned. Fu Mei was sitting on me, naturally feeling its magnificence and heat. Knowing I was up to no good again, she couldn't help but give me a coquettish glare and whisper in my ear, "Big brother, you're being naughty again. Tonight won't do, Fu Mei's on her period..." I laughed, "Then why are you teasing me? Get off me, or you'll really get aroused." Fu Mei obediently kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Or, Fu Mei can kiss it for her husband, since there's no one else here ." Although Fu Mei was jealous by nature, after several life-or-death experiences, she could now always restrain herself for me, and her personality had been tempered , gradually becoming more like Ru Shi and San Niang. Feeling a pang of pity, I said to Fu Mei, "Let's not worry about it. After all, she's still here... Let me check Long'er's injuries first." I gestured to Fu Mei with my eyes, reminding her that we were family, while "she" was still an outsider. Fu Mei understood my unspoken message. Although I wouldn't accept her offering herself up, she wasn't angry anymore when she heard me distinguish between family and outsiders. She got off me and pulled me to the bedside. "I'm going to cook. You'll have something to eat soon after you've finished your cultivation." Fu Mei smiled sweetly, pushed open the door, and went out. Her cheerful little face was much more radiant than before the marriage. "This girl, she never seems to grow up. She's nothing like a mother ." I chuckled and scolded, closing the door behind me and plopping down on the edge of the bed. Qing'er leaned on my shoulder and said, "This girl is the luckiest. She has someone as considerate as you. Others didn't have such good luck back then..." She knew that mentioning Lu Zhanyuan wouldn't make me angry, and would even make me love her more. She knew my temperament very well . I gently squeezed her soft, white hand and said, "Alright, we've come to the same end, haven't we? Doesn't your husband love you now?" "Love you~!" Qing'er snuggled into my arms and said coquettishly. It was the first time Little Dragon Girl had seen her senior sister act coquettishly, and she couldn't help but smile slightly as well. That smile, like a lotus after the rain, still glistened with morning dew, gently dripping into my heart, refreshing and comforting, like a delicate orchid, subtle and not cloying, truly like the fragrance of orchids. I hugged Qing'er and coaxed, "Alright, look, even Dragon Girl is laughing at you, her senior sister. Hurry up and get up so I can help her heal." "So what if Junior Sister is jealous? If you're so capable, let her cling to you like this, she won't dare." Qing'er stuck out her tongue at her junior sister provocatively, but I knew she was using reverse psychology. Little Dragon Girl blushed and lowered her head, remaining silent. I, however, couldn't stand Qing'er bullying her like this, so I nudged her and said, "Stop it, let me check Long'er's injuries first." Qing'er reluctantly got up and said, "Should I go out and leave for a bit? So I don't get in the way of you messing with my junior sister?" Although she said that, her hand still reached out to Little Dragon Girl behind us. "Senior Sister~" Little Dragon Girl wasn't as thick-skinned as Chu Qing, and she couldn't help but complain, annoyed by her rogue senior sister's hands. I laughed and said, "Long'er doesn't know about your bad habit, don't scare her." Qing'er didn't care and chuckled, "What's the big deal? When we were little, I even pinched my junior sister's little bottom." "Senior Sister~" Little Dragon Girl was so upset that she almost cried when Qing'er told her such embarrassing things in front of me. Watching the two sisters teasing each other like this made me feel a little awkward. Qing'er said to me, "Go keep Fu company. I'll help my junior sister check her injuries. That Yelü Qi isn't a good person; you have to be careful of him." I thought about it and realized she was right. Although I thought the boy was fairly honest, Yin Zhiping usually acted all righteous and like a true cultivator, but didn't he also fail the test at the crucial moment? Fu is my wife, whom I married with all the proper formalities. If this boy had any ulterior motives, I'd really beat him up. "Don't go..." Xiaolongnu hesitated, seemingly afraid of Qing'er, her senior sister. I turned around and asked, "Then should I stay?"

She shook her head again. "..." I was completely defeated by her coquettish way of acting. Qing'er was already laughing so hard she almost fell over on the bed
; she had just realized how adorably clumsy her junior sister was when it came to matters of the heart.

I said with a wry smile, "Your senior sister is just teasing you, isn't she, Qing'er?"

"Yes, how could I bear to bully my junior sister?" Chu Qing said, taking Xiaolongnu's hand in agreement.

I thought to myself: Don't you feel guilty saying that? Zhongnan Mountain was plagued by that damned Huo Du for three years, all because of your
comment back then: "My junior sister is ten times more beautiful than me." But thinking about it, she only played a little prank in her anger when she couldn't enter the Ancient Tomb,
though things got a little out of control later. However, this also shows that Qing'er was indeed a famous beauty in the martial arts world
back then . Having confirmed that the two of them could get along peacefully, I smiled and walked towards the kitchen. However, I
think really did see something I shouldn't have... As I walked to the kitchen door, I heard a "clang,"
and Yelü Qi was there too, with his arm around my wife's shoulder... My anger flared up instantly. I thought to myself, what are you trying to do? Fu Mei
broke free from his embrace and thanked me instead, saying, "Thank you, Brother Yelü. That thing that jumped out just now startled me."

"Sister-in-law, you're too kind. It's good that you weren't hurt." Yelü Qi stood with his back to me, so I couldn't see his expression, but
I was still a little annoyed. What were you doing running into the kitchen for no reason? But Fu Mei didn't seem to like him, so I
was relieved. I took two steps back, pretending I hadn't seen anything, and went into the kitchen. Seeing them still awkwardly standing there, I laughed,
"Brother Yelü is here too! So kind of you to be in the kitchen."

Yelü Qi smiled at me and said, "We northerners have a strong palate, so I came to the kitchen to get some garlic cloves."

I ignored him, thinking that he probably didn't even know Fu Mei could cook. Although he was being overly attentive, I
couldn't find anything too wrong with him. Watching Yelü Qi walk away, Fu Mei couldn't help but steal a glance at my face to see my reaction. Seeing her guilty
look, I couldn't help but chuckle and ask, "What startled you just now?"

"Ah? You saw it? Really… nothing, just a stinky rat, it startled me… I threw the whole pot of food away."
Fu Mei's words were somewhat evasive, but I had already guessed it. She was startled by a rat, which had even jumped into the pot,
overturning the whole pot of food. However, this incident had left a shadow on her mind; she was disgusted enough and didn't want to
talk about it with me anymore.

"Never mind then, let's not make it. Let's go out and buy something simpler, okay?"

"Okay!" Fu Mei nodded with a smile. We cleaned up the ground together and came out through the back door of the inn.

The town wasn't big, and after walking around, we only managed to buy some steamed buns and braised food. Considering Xiao Long Nu's poor health,
I deliberately bought her some wontons at a stall, taking them along with the casserole dish. Fu Mei and I walked back,
chatting and laughing .

When we reached the side of a section of broken wall, suddenly, I felt a sense of unease. In the dim night, I saw several people standing not far across the rammed earth road
. I said, "Fu Mei, come behind me."

Fu Mei did as I said, taking the casserole dish from my hand, but handing me the Qingming sword she wore at her waist. I could already
see the faces of the people who came; they were my old acquaintances—Shi Songzhi and Yuan Jiejie. I didn't want to appear too intimate with Jie Jie,
so I just smiled at Shi Songzhi and said, "Unexpectedly, it seems we meet again someday, Brother Ziyou. I never thought you
'd dare show your face before me." Shi Songzhi had been effectively dismissed from his post by me, and instead of staying in Lin'an, he had come to
hang around me, which could only mean he had found a way to oppose me.

"Heh, Yang Guo, you disobey the law, wreak havoc in Jiangbei, and kill my comrades. These debts, each and every one of them, should
be settled today," Shi Songzhi declared righteously. He had finally lost his temper and was going to confront me.

I noticed someone standing at the head of the table—a woman… Although she wasn't masked, a purple aura surrounded her,
making it impossible to discern her features. I was slightly startled; it was the release of innate true qi—a master! I cupped my hands and asked, "
Are you Senior Leng Fanghun?" The person opposite me asked calmly, "Are you Yang Guo?" I replied, "Indeed, it is I." Leng
Fanghun nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Our exchange seemed calm, but I sensed a chilling intent
emanating from us. Leng Fanghun was testing me, but I wasn't swayed by her rhetoric. Her nod indicated she had made a preliminary assessment of my strength.

Although it was a cool April evening, my forehead was already beaded with sweat, and I was at a disadvantage in terms of momentum. I
knew I couldn't afford to waste any more time. "Let's not beat around the bush. You first severely injured my adoptive father, then wounded my close friend, and there
's the blood debt with the Shaolin abbot. For both public and private reasons, a battle between us today is inevitable. Please!" I said, but I was already
prepared for battle.

Leng Fanghun said calmly, "I'm just curious, how much do you really know about my Xiaoyao Sect?"

I grinned and said, "I'll tell you after we fight."

"Hmph, Palace Master, don't fall for his tricks. This kid wants you to show him mercy,"
said Shi Songzhi, who was seething with hatred for me.

Leng Fanghun's emotions remained as still as a deep well, unmoved by anything anyone said; this kind of enemy was the most terrifying. She was
observing me, searching for an opportunity to defeat me; while I was also trying to lure her into making a move, feigning weakness to boost her confidence to its limit,
hoping to catch her off guard when she made a mistake—this was a battle plan I devised in a flash.

"I also have a question to ask the Palace Master, would you be so kind as to enlighten me in person?" Seeing that she had no intention of attacking, I
wasn't in a hurry to make a move, and stood with my sword clasped, chatting with her. Unexpectedly, after a slight pause, she said, "That's all I have to say. If you
don't die, perhaps you'll have another chance to speak with me." After she finished speaking, she immediately attacked, a simple and unadorned palm strike instantly landing in front of my
face.

Damn, why did she attack so suddenly? This old hag is really troublesome. My little scheme was seen through on the spot, and I couldn't help but feel
slightly discouraged. I immediately withdrew my sword and thrust it at Leng Fanghun's right palm and chest. I casually called out, "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun!"

Leng Fanghun was startled, quickly withdrawing her hand to dodge my powerful sword strike. Her myth of defeating her enemy in one move was
shattered without a fight. However, before I could even feel smug, she suddenly asked, "Is that what you're holding
? It seems to be my Ninth Uncle's Kunxiang Sword?"

"This is my Qingming Sword!" Fu Mei couldn't help but say from behind me. I smiled slightly, signaling her to be quiet. The Qingming Sword
had been changed scabbards, so it was no wonder Leng Fanghun didn't recognize it at first. The words "Qingming" were engraved on the blade, indicating that calling it "Kunxiang" was indeed appropriate.
The logic is... could it be that Dugu Qiubai is actually a descendant of the Xiaoyao lineage?

"Hmph, although I've never met my fourth grandmaster who lives in seclusion in the East Sea, I've heard he was the most incompetent
disciple under him. He swaggered around the martial world, even fabricating the so-called 'Nine Swords of Dugu.' I should have dealt with him long ago,
but by the time I learned of his origins, he had already died from a qi deviation during practice—a lucky break for him." Leng Fanghun
spoke so much in one breath, clearly harboring murderous intent and intending not to leave anyone alive. Their Xiaoyao sect tradition is to strictly guard its
secrets, so it seems she doesn't intend to let me leave today. However, she addresses an ancient figure from over a hundred years ago as "Shishu" (a term of respect for a senior disciple), so just how high is her
seniority? Judging from her tone, it seems Dugu Qiubai was Li Canghai's disciple; could this be used to her advantage? I
feigned seriousness and said, "So Senior Leng is a disciple of Master Xuzhu! My apologies! I am
a disciple of Senior Dugu, and could barely be considered a successor of the Free and Unfettered Divine Sword." I spoke ambiguously to make her wary.
I suspected that the Divine Condor forcing me to practice swordsmanship in the mountains and to control the sword by striking wood—what we commonly call the Xuan Tie Sword Technique—was the true swordsmanship of
the Free and Unfettered School. The Dugu Nine Swords was merely
a simplified version of the Free and Unfettered Sword Technique, derived from Dugu Qiubai's sword intent and combined with his years of combat experience.

Leng Fanghun was taken aback, then understood my meaning. She said indifferently, "Hmph, he's a traitor from the Penglai lineage of the East Sea, he
wouldn't even dare mention his origins before he died. What kind of successor of the Carefree Divine Sword is he? Forget about trying to get close to him. Today, you must die."

Hearing her provocation, I didn't get angry on the surface. I pulled back Fu Mei, who was about to retort, and signaled her to calm down, after all,
the situation was more favorable than my own. I continued to ask, "Since the Palace Master hasn't met Senior Dugu, how could she recognize the Qingming Sword in my hand?"

She seemed unwilling to let me leave without knowing the truth, and patiently explained to me, "My palace
possesses , so naturally I know what the Kunxiang Sword looks like. Only you, boy, are the only person I haven't been able to see through all these years.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have been interested in coming down the mountain to meet you personally."

"Hehe, it's a pity that you now think I know too much, so your mind has changed?" I asked with a smile.

"Truly intelligent people don't live long!" She attacked again, unleashing her true energy, creating
an . People felt their bodies become heavy, their movements restricted.

A binding domain? It's actually the binding domain I've always been baffled by! The Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Divine Art is indeed profound! This
binding force affected me the most, as I excelled in speed. However, I didn't outwardly reveal my fear before the battle even began. While using
my fluid movements to entangle with Leng Fanghun, I continued to distract her with my words: "Having read all the classics in the world? I'm so scared!
But I wonder if Palace Master Leng knows the saying 'armchair strategist'?" "Oh dear, so you can't laugh either?
Is your nickname Leng Bingbing (Cold Ice)?" "Palace Master Leng, your Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Divine Art is truly impressive. What level of skill have you reached? Fourth
level? Ha, then you must be 120 years old! No wonder you dare not show your true face, hahaha..." My words
pierced her heart. Fu Mei, behind me, was worried about my safety, yet also couldn't help but laugh at my
bluntness restraint. However, she couldn't even keep up with our fight, let alone intervene
. She could only stand by anxiously.

In the blink of an eye, Leng Fanghun and I had exchanged more than a dozen moves. Having initially struggled to adapt to the confining force field, I'm
still at a disadvantage. However, my fluid, adaptable movements honed through training in mountain torrents and river tides make me adept at
finding openings in turbulent waters. So, while defeating her is difficult, defeating me is equally challenging for her. Yet, despite my taunts, she shows no emotional
fluctuation. She simply walks on the water, her Plum Blossom Hand technique flowing smoothly, fighting me with meticulous seriousness.
The more , the more terrified I become. My skill is far inferior to hers, and my footwork makes escape difficult. My only weapon, the Xuan Tie Sword, is not
on me, and my Xuan Tie Sword Intent swordsmanship is completely countered by the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand. My only chance of escape now
is seize an opening and use the Startling Strike and Flowing Light Sword against her.

A "crack" sounded from behind as a clay pot hit the ground. Fu Mei was surrounded by three black-cloaked subordinates from Lingjiu Palace. All her
skills were concentrated on her sword, and now she could only use the "Free and Easy Wandering" technique to fight off her enemies. She no longer cared about the clay pot
she was holding; it was because she couldn't dodge in time that she threw it, injuring her enemies and splashing wonton soup all over them. She used this opportunity to jump out of the encirclement.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!" Three sounds rang out, and the three men fell dead without a sound. Leng Fanghun turned indifferently to look at
Shi Songzhi, who was startled by her gaze. "Palace Master, I..." The three men were the ones Shi Songzhi
had instigated to capture Guo Fu, but Palace Master Leng clearly disapproved of his unauthorized actions. He didn't know if he would be the next to die.

"Hmph!" Leng Fanghun ignored him and turned to me, saying, "You're not bad; you actually managed to withstand thirty of my moves."

I secretly felt lucky. If I hadn't known the characteristics of the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts, I probably would have been defeated by her unpredictable Plum Blossom
Hand long ago. "Not bad, but Palace Master Leng's performance is quite disappointing," I continued to provoke her.

"You think that entering the Innate Martial Path gives you the right to fight me? Unfortunately, you're still wrong. If you can't withstand it,
then die!" She suddenly took out a short staff shaped like a Ruyi from her sleeve, which made me look at it with some curiosity. I wondered
how to use this thing? However, her words suddenly made me feel a chill down my spine. I had no memory of any strange
weapons .

She pointed the Ruyi in her hand, and under the moonlight, it was sparkling with emerald green shadows. The Heavenly Net Style? I couldn't help but
gasp , but the situation didn't allow me time to think. My longsword transformed
into a blur of light, unleashing eighty-one strikes in the blink of an eye, meeting her Ruyi staff head head head-on. However, Leng Fanghun's Ruyi staff had changed again; the handle was now hooked and upside down, each time it made contact with my sword,
it would deflect my blade to the side. I couldn't break through her defense, making her seem invincible, which
frustrated me greatly.

The gap between Leng Fanghun and me became apparent once more. The myriad starlight points on her Ruyi staff suddenly vanished, and
the Ruyi in her hand seemed to grow incredibly heavy, its surface imbued with true energy, surging with azure light, like a heaven-cleaving axe, sweeping horizontally
towards me.

This feeling of being led by the nose was truly unpleasant, but I had no way to avoid it. I roared, and my sword stance changed accordingly,
unleashing my highest achievement—the Swift Strike—a vertical slash aimed directly at Leng Fanghun.

With a "crack," the metal and jade clashed, but it was my Qingming Sword that shattered. Half of the broken sword splattered to the ground.
"Ah!" Fu Mei cried out immediately, clearly distressed. I was also startled, unwilling to linger,
and threw my broken sword at Leng Fanghun. She neither dodged nor evaded, but instead reversed her stance, using the rounded end of her staff to block the broken sword
. The staff slammed into my Tanzhong acupoint on my chest with a "thud."

I spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward to the ground. Fu Mei, terrified, rushed to my side. "Big brother!" I wiped
the blood from my mouth, but I felt my internal energy had been completely dissipated. I had lost, the first time in my life I had been so
utterly defeated.

Leng Fanghun stepped forward and said, "Hand over your sword manual, and I will spare your life."

I sneered, thinking, "So you still can't let go of Li Canghai's martial arts, wanting to completely
unify ."

Seeing that I didn't speak, she continued calmly, "I know you're not afraid of the Northern Darkness Divine Art, but is your little wife afraid
?" As she spoke, she formed a hand seal, and three thin, cicada-wing-like ice fragments shot out, all striking Fu Mei's
back in front of me.

"You!" I hate being threatened the most, and I had sworn never to let Fu Mei get hurt for me again. Seeing that Leng Fanghun's
strength far surpassed mine, I still struggled to get up, wanting to fight her to the death.

Fu Mei secretly tugged at my clothes, and I felt her unusual behavior
. Suddenly, I remembered that she was wearing soft armor, so she should be fine.

"Hmph, courting death!" Before I could even stand up, Leng Fanghun kicked me with her left foot, sending me flying and sprawling on the ground. "You think
I wouldn't dare kill you? I can think of a hundred ways to make you wish you were dead."

I didn't notice Yuan Jiejie, who had been watching me with a complicated expression not far away. Seeing my disheveled hair,
ashes-covered face, and blood trickling from my mouth, struggling to my feet with Fu Mei's help, looking somewhat ferocious, she could no
longer .

Shi Songzhi, who had been watching Yuan Jiejie's expression closely, saw her move and grabbed her left wrist, asking, "
What are you doing?"

"Get lost!" Yuan Jiejie suddenly attacked, the short dagger Linglongxin hidden in her sleeve stabbing towards Shi Songzhi's carotid artery. Shi Songzhi hadn't
expected her to try to kill him, and hurriedly released her to avoid it, but a bloody gash was still torn across his handsome face
.

Shi Songzhi was disfigured by her sneak attack, and although he was furious, he refrained from cursing and retreated with a fierce flick of his sleeve.

Yuan Jiejie didn't pursue them further, ignoring everyone else. Without turning back, she walked to my side, supporting me under my left arm,
and smiled sadly at me, "I never thought I'd still take this step..."

Fu Mei knew that Yuan Jiejie and I had a close relationship, but I was severely injured, and she knew this wasn't the time to be jealous, so she
pretended not to hear our conversation.

"Don't worry, I'm very tough. These fancy moves won't kill me; at most, they'll loosen my muscles." Actually, I felt as if
my internal organs had shifted. Leng Fanghun's seemingly light palm and kick contained astonishing destructive power, truly like
the blazing sun shining brightly—seemingly constant, but containing almost violent energy.

"Love is always the most painful thing, leaving only a foolish child with an empty heart. You learned this lesson twelve years ago, and you still
haven't learned your lesson ." Leng Fanghun looked at Yuan Jiejie and shook her head.

"I am deeply grateful for the Palace Master's favor, but I will never understand. I beg the Palace Master to spare his life; I am willing to pay with my own."
Yuan Jiejie knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly as she pleaded.

My heart broke at the sight. I whispered to Fu Mei, "Help her up. I still have a way." Fu Mei pursed her lips and stepped forward,
laboriously pulling Yuan Jiejie back. Leng Fanghun, however, stared intently at me without uttering a word. I sensed a
chilling . The usually calm
and collected Leng Fanghun had actually harbored murderous intent towards me. "You all go quickly. I'll cover the rear." As I spoke, I secretly took out the Glock 17 replica pistol that I always carried with me from my boot. This special model of
firearm was designed for easy carrying, but its lethality and range were limited, so it wasn't produced. Each one
was handcrafted and issued to officers of the New Army's rank for self-defense. Better safe than sorry, I carried one myself, and it
unexpectedly came in handy today.

I mustered all my strength, leaped to my feet, and fired a shot at Leng Fanghun. Unfortunately, her reflexes had long
surpassed human limits, and my shot undoubtedly missed. As I drew my gun and fired, Leng Fanghun keenly
sensed dodged, the bullet spinning hot against the rifling,
grazing past her ear and slicing a lock of her hair. For the first time, Leng Fanghun experienced the destructive
power Shocked and enraged by my attack that threatened her life, she yelled, "You're asking for death!" and lunged at me again. "Boom!"
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed behind her, sending the dozen or so men she had brought flying.

I fired again at the old hag. This time, she didn't have time to dodge. The shockwave from the grenade rippled through her back, leaving her dizzy and
disoriented. Before she could understand what was happening, my second bullet was already upon her. She flicked her wrist, and the bullet
vanished. I was startled and threw another smoke bomb, grabbing the two women and running.

Leng Fanghun's men dispersed the smoke and were about to give chase when Leng Fanghun coldly said, "No need to chase . You can
run away, but you can't hide." With that, she turned and left without looking back, but no one noticed that her right arm
trembled slightly.

Shi Songzhi stared in the direction we left, his eyes filled with intense resentment.

We ran for more than half a mile until we reached a small grove of trees. I collapsed, my knees buckling,
and I couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

"Big brother, how are you?" Fu Mei, who had been running and crying the whole way, her eyes swollen from crying, helped me sit up with
Yuan Jiejie asked.

"Big brother is fine. Help me get that calming pill from my inner pocket, the one in the bottle with only three pills." I
leaned a tree and pointed to my inner pocket.

Fu Mei, sobbing, pulled out bottles and jars from my bosom, found the bottle I had mentioned, poured out an orange pill,
and fed it to me. After swallowing the pill, I felt as if I had come back to life. My internal injuries were still extremely serious, but I
was much better than before, barely alive. "Sigh, to deal with this old monster, we'd have to bring a Maxim gun..." I muttered.
She murmured.

"Hmm?" Fu Mei didn't hear what I said clearly and asked hesitantly.

"Nothing. We shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's hurry back to the inn and pick up Qing'er and the others." I instructed. Fu Mei and
Yuan Jiejie nodded and helped me up. We determined our direction and headed into the depths of the dense forest. "Jiejie, what are your
plans for the future?" I asked as we walked.

"I... I still want to go back..." Yuan Jiejie said hesitantly.

"Go back? Going back is tantamount to suicide!" Although Fu Mei didn't like Yuan Jiejie's alluring manner, seeing her jumping into the fire
, she couldn't help but stop her.

"You've been placed under a restriction?" I asked.

"Yes." She nodded. Leng Fanghun's personality was almost inhuman, and I truly believed that she would place a restriction on the person she trusted most
.

"Will she spare you when you go back?" I continued to ask.

"No." Yuan Jiejie said firmly.

Hearing her say that, I realized in my heart that my strength was still far from sufficient. This time I attracted a cold and beautiful ghost, what if next time I
attracted a hot and smelly ghost, or someone who was neither hot nor cold... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but curse: "Damn it... I'll get my
revenge sooner or later. I'm not going back. I can break most of the restrictions of the Free and Unfettered Sect. I don't believe I can't defeat this old witch." I muttered curses.
This time I failed, next time I'll bring out ten Maxim guns, and I'll whip the corpse, whip the corpse, and whip the corpse again.

Yuan Jiejie pursed her lips and didn't speak, but Fu Mei asked me, "Big brother, what trick did you use at the end? I think
she's already suffered quite a loss."

Thinking of my last move, I couldn't help but feel extremely proud: "I shot her first, intending to scare her and make
her fully alert to my movements... Actually, I had already taken out a grenade, and as I drew my gun, I secretly threw it into the crowd
, then took advantage of her momentary distraction to shoot her again. It's just a pity that this old hag is too monstrous; she even dared
to block bullets with her hand. I guess this kind of gun probably wouldn't do much damage to her. We escaped using the smoke; I figured she wouldn't dare
chase , so we were able to escape from her grasp. However, it's a pity about your Qingming Sword, Fu Mei.
I'll find you a better one later, okay?"

"As long as you're safe, big brother, nothing else matters," Fu Mei comforted me considerately. "So
what do we do next? Go back to Xiangyang?" Fu Mei couldn't help but ask.

I shook my head and said, "If we leave like this, my fourth brother's family will be in danger. I need to stay and deal with them."
My eldest brother, fourth brother, and Old Man Ouyang are all in Jiangxia City. I'm not that disloyal. With two guns in hand, I'm
confident I can fight Leng Fanghun. If you dare come to Jiangxia City, I'll show you what a true king of war is.

We returned to the small inn. Qing'er was annoyed to see that I had returned with another woman after going out for a while. It was Yuan Jiejie, whom we had
known She was about to lash out when she noticed the bloodstains on my chest and hurriedly asked, "Fu-mei,
what happened?"

I waved my hand and said, "Let's go quickly. We can't stay here any longer. Let's talk in the carriage." I also ordered someone to wake up Manman and the Yelü
siblings quickly, pack our luggage, and head out. Yelü Qi took on the responsibility of driving the carriage. We sat
in the carriage, and Fu Mei recounted our attack to Qing'er, Xiao Longnv, and Yelü Yan. Before she finished, I said, "That's what happened
. Brother Yelü, Miss Yan, you don't need to get involved. Otherwise, we'll part ways here, and you can
go east or south." I had Fu Mei wrap up half of the gold and silver we were carrying and place it beside Yelü Yan's legs.

Yelü Qi's voice came through the bamboo curtain: "Brother Yang once saved my whole family from danger, and this time he's only showing kindness. How can my
brother I run away at this time? Brother Yang's words are rather harsh."

I sighed, "I naturally know that Brother Yelü isn't the kind of person to abandon a friend, but you only have the two of you left at home.
What if… what if something happens to you? So, for the sake of the family line, I hope Brother Yelü will reconsider." I tried my best to express my
opinion tactfully.

Unexpectedly, Yelü Qi laughed and said, "The Yelü family has thousands of branches. Even when the kingdom fell, the lineage never declined.
Descendants will carry on our family name, so Brother Yang need not worry."

I was unusually moved. Regardless of Yelü Qi's true intentions, at this moment, I genuinely felt
his willingness to share my hardships. No wonder he, a foreigner, could ultimately become the leader of the Beggars' Sect;
his courage alone was worthy of sacrificing himself for righteousness.

"Since that's the case, I won't try to persuade you any further. Once we enter Jiangxia City, we'll be safe..."

"Brother, you should rest a bit more. You look terrible..." Fu Mei said, wiping my face with a damp handkerchief, tears welling in her eyes
. I felt quite exhausted myself, so I listened to Fu Mei and closed my eyes to rest. The sword that broke Qingming broke was because I
was agitated and didn't control my strength properly. If I encountered Leng Fanghun again, would I still have the courage to fight? Would she
give me a chance to recover? I knew my injuries were more severe than I imagined. If Rong'er were practicing martial arts with me,
or using the healing techniques of the Nine Yin Manual, I might recover quickly. But this time, Leng Fanghun had come with overwhelming force; I feared she wouldn't last seven days before
she led her men to attack. I needed to carefully consider how to deal with her.

My mind was a jumble of thoughts, and I couldn't think of any effective solutions. I drifted off to sleep... Suddenly
, the carriage shook violently, the axle broke, and everyone in the carriage rolled to the side of the road. I
was too weak to struggle due to my severe injuries. When Fu Mei and Chu Qing helped me out of the carriage, I found my head bleeding profusely. Yelü Qi
was already fighting with our attackers not far away; the enemy leader was indeed Shi Songzhi. I glanced around and saw that Xiaolongnu,
Manman, and Yuan Jiejie were unharmed, but Yelü Yan had injured her leg in the carriage. Among our group, some were wounded, others maimed. Fu Mei and Chu
Qing prioritized protecting me and Long'er above all else. Yuan Jiejie gave me a deep look before rushing forward to help Yelü Qi
fight the enemy.

Fu Mei silently removed her soft armor and draped it over me, securing my shoulder straps and waist buckle. I
desperately tried to shake my head, but couldn't utter a single word… In less than thirty moves, Yelü Qi was defeated; he was killed on the spot, and Yuan Jiejie
was captured. Shi Songzhi brought her before me, saying, "She died because of you, all your women will
die because of you, but I will make them die happily! Hahaha…" With that, he thrust his sword towards Yuan Jiejie's throat… "No…"
"Yes!" I woke up with a start, finding myself lying on a couch... It was quiet all around. Long'er and I were lying side by side, while Fu Mei and
Qing'er knelt beside me, half-asleep. They were both awakened by my shout and quickly asked
, "Husband/Father, how are you feeling?"

I wiped the sweat from my brow with my sleeve and sighed, "I'm fine, I just had a nightmare." I couldn't help but feel a little self-deprecating. I never thought
I'd fallen so low, that Shi Songzhi could become my nightmare. But dreams are just thoughts, and this cunning and treacherous fellow
is someone I have to be wary of. "Where's Jie Jie?" I looked around the room and, apart from Manman, I didn't see Yuan Jie Jie either.

"She hasn't even asked you yet, how come you're with her again?" Qing'er asked, her voice full of jealousy.

"We were attacked on the way, I was beaten half to death, and she risked her life to save me, that's what happened." I said irritably,
"Where's Fu Mei?" "Go and fetch her quickly, I need to see her." I was still worried about that dream, because it was too real. I still
couldn't be sure if Jie Jie and Yelü Qi had been killed; I just wanted to know their fate immediately.

Guo Fu hesitated, then reluctantly pushed open the door and went out. A short while later, she returned with only a letter. Yuan Jie Jie had indeed
left again. I took the letter, opened it, and read: "My dear Yang, though I wish to stay by your side, the Palace Mistress's divine power has reached the heavens.
If I return this time, I might be able to stall for a day or two. I must quickly head east and return to Penglai for temporary refuge; perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope. Seeing this
letter is like seeing you in person. Take care, Jie." I clutched the letter, closed my eyes, unsure whether to feel a little relieved or immediately get up
to chase after her. I was certain it had all been a dream, but could I really bring her back? Let me
escape? Where could I possibly escape to? Why would this silly girl make such a decision? Fu Mei guessed her thoughts, yet
she watched her leave with one eye open and one eye closed, which infuriated me. But I couldn't blame her. Perhaps, as Yuan Jiejie herself
said, she was like a floating duckweed, never able to reach the shore. Even if I watched her every moment, could I truly keep
her forever? Thinking this, my brow relaxed slightly, and I asked, "Are we in Jiangxia City?" I suddenly
realized my voice was very hoarse; without effort, I could barely speak.

"Yes, you've been unconscious for a day and a night. Your eldest brother Mo and fourth brother came to see you, as did Old Man Ouyang. Seeing your
serious injuries, they didn't disturb you. " "Although Old Man Ouyang said you're fine, your continued unconsciousness has worried everyone,"
Qing'er said to me.

"Hmm... I feel better, hmm? What time is it?" I asked, seeing that it was still early.

"It's almost dawn, you should rest a bit more," Fu Mei said softly, tucking me in.

I knew she still resented me, so I took her hand and said, "Don't blame me. I had a dream just now, a dream that she and Brother Yelü
were murdered. I couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality, so I rushed to find her to clarify."

"Hmm, Fu'er didn't take it to heart... Husband, I'm sorry, Fu'er couldn't keep her." Her heart softened, and she couldn't help but
apologize to me.

"Never mind, it's going to rain anyway, let it be." "It's no use getting angry now. They've been serving me tirelessly
, and if I say anything harsh, I'll only hurt their feelings. So I tried to keep my tone calm.

Fu Mei and Chu Qing seemed to think that their joint effort to drive Yuan Jiejie away was too ruthless, and they wanted to say something more.
I looked at them and waved my hand, saying, 'You must be tired. Take a rest.'

Fu Mei shook her head and said, 'Big brother, are you hungry? There's been millet porridge simmering here. Would you like some?'" I

nodded. Having not eaten or drunk anything for a day and a night, I was indeed quite hungry. I drank two large bowls of millet porridge, its aroma filling the air,
its thick and sweet flavor delightful. I seemed to have never realized porridge could be so delicious before. Fu Mei, Qing'er, and Xiao Longnv couldn't help but smile at my lazy, full belly-patting appearance. After eating and
drinking my fill, I was still a little drowsy. Seeing that the two girls hadn't moved
and were standing there watching me expectantly, I reluctantly squeezed in, making room for Xiao Longnv. Only then did the two girls
chuckle . A large bed. "Large" in comparison to four people lying down. At this moment, I truly missed the old brick-built
earthen bed, so flat and spacious that seven or eight family members could lie on it without feeling cramped. Although it was a little crowded now, I
could feel the warmth and fragrance of the three women's bodies against my soft embrace, and I gradually drifted back to sleep.

When I woke up again, it was almost noon. Only Long'er and I were lying in bed; Chu Qing and Fu Mei
were nowhere to be seen. "Where are they?" I asked with a slight smile, seeing Long'er looking at me with interest.

"Sister Guo Fu went to talk to Ling Bo. Senior Sister said she was going to make some lunch and asked me to watch over you in the room." "
Little Dragon Girl blushed as she spoke.

I was slightly taken aback, thinking: Why are you blushing while saying something? Are you secretly hoping I'll tease you? Of course, I only
dared to think it; my hands remained perfectly still, my left hand pressed tightly against my thigh.

The atmosphere became a little awkward. She just looked at me alluringly, her face flushed, while I nervously stole glances into her
eyes occasionally. "Are you feeling unwell? Why is your face so red?" "The atmosphere was so awkward. I finally managed to find something to say
to ease the tension, but Little Dragon Girl's face turned even redder.

She suddenly buried her face in the blankets, nestled into my arms, and stammered, 'Bad guy, hug me...'

'I...I...' Happiness came too suddenly; I hadn't even had time to react. I boldly
put my left arm around Little Dragon Girl's fragrant shoulder and said, 'I...I only ever thought of you as an ethereal fairy, a lotus rising
from the mud unsullied . Sometimes I can only admire you from afar, but I can't bring myself to have any impure thoughts. Dragon Girl, will you blame me?'

'I...I don't know. Many people have praised my beauty, but I didn't like it. You've never praised
me,' Little Dragon Girl said with some disappointment. '

Others praise me verbally, but I praise you in my heart. That's definitely different, isn't it?' I heard a hint of
resentment in her voice, and seeing this adorable side of her, I couldn't help but smile and hug her tightly.

'Really?'" "Little Dragon Girl looked up at me, a smile playing in her eyes.

I was inwardly sweating bullets. Sister, your emotional intelligence is so low! You believe everything I say… But it's good this way. All my
wives are incredibly perceptive; having one who believes everything I say isn't bad. Hehe, I didn't expect Little Iceberg
to have this advantage. Ever since meeting the old hag Leng Fanghun, Little Dragon Girl is nothing compared to her; she's already…"
She'd been downgraded to an iceberg beauty. But then I thought, what kind of iceberg beauty is that? She's an Antarctic iceberg.
"Of course it's true. If you keep this charming demeanor, I really can't resist wanting to devour you whole." I gently lifted her
chin and lightly pecked her cheek.

Little Dragon Girl lowered her head in embarrassment, but this time she didn't speak. However, her hands were frantically untying the belt of my inner garment.
"Dragon Girl, what are you doing?" I asked, somewhat confused.

"Senior Sister said... if a virgin is with you... then... your injuries will heal faster..." She was too shy
to look up , untying my inner garment and then taking off her own clothes, hugging me tightly.

My mind was a bit of a mess. What... what did that brat Qing'er say to her? What a mess!
While dual cultivation does indeed nourish internal energy and strengthen the foundation, especially beneficial for virgins, she wouldn't help me with the practice herself, but instead
tricked Long'er into offering herself. How mischievous! However, dual cultivation is the best way to break
the restrictions , so I naturally won't reveal it. Seize the day, for this is urgent. I'll apologize to my wives later.

I embraced Xiaolongnu's burning shoulders, my hands slowly sliding down, gently caressing her flawless, white arms. Her eyes were slightly closed
, her eyelashes trembling, unable to look at me. I lightly kissed her delicate lips, savoring that hint of crimson. During our escape
yesterday , neither of us had time to wash, but I reeked of sweat, while Long'er's hair still carried
a faint fragrance.

"Long'er, is Xiaolongnu your name?" I murmured, inhaling her scent. It's funny, I still don't know my
wife 's full name. I'm such a fool.

"Hmm~ yeah." Little Dragon Girl blushed from my teasing, but when I asked her a question, she slightly opened her eyes and looked at
me, as if my question was strange.

"You're not surnamed Xiao, are you?" Are you kidding me? Am I supposed to introduce her to people as my little wife?

"My master calls me Long'er, and my senior sister and Granny Sun call me that too. That's all I know." Her eyes
dimmed . We both have surnames and given names, but I don't even know my own background. The name Little Dragon Girl was just
something some busybody in the martial arts world gave me in recent years.

I sighed inwardly, wanting to ask her about her background: "Then why is it Long'er? Is there some kind of mark?"

Long'er nodded, took a jade pendant from her neck, and handed it to me, saying, "My master said this jade has
been with . Years ago, I was abandoned at the gate of Chongyang Palace. The Taoists didn't know what to do, so they waited on the road for Granny Sun
to return from her shopping trip and then handed me over to my master. That's how it is."

I examined the dragon-shaped jade pendant. This kind of design wasn't for ordinary people, and the material and carving were of the highest quality
. Judging from the broken pieces, it should have originally been a pair of dragon and phoenix pendants; this was only half of it. Perhaps Long'er was born into
royalty ? But which family? The Song royal family? Unlikely. They wouldn't send a child so far away to Zhongnan Mountain
. The Jin Dynasty? Could Long'er be a child of the Jin royal family? Or perhaps from the Western Xia? This year is the first year of Chunyou, 1241 AD. Long'er is
about 23 years old this year, so her birth year should be around 1218. I felt a little overwhelmed. In this turbulent era,
a country could be established today and destroyed tomorrow, and the royal families of the large and small kingdoms were also in chaos and displacement. "There are no words or letters on the swaddling clothes?"

Little Dragon Girl shook her head, then smiled and said, "So many years have passed, and I haven't deliberately sought to know
my true origins. However, this jade proves that I wasn't born this way; I have parents. I guess they
must have encountered some danger and had to abandon me. They left this jade pendant on me, perhaps so that one day
we could recognize each other. So, I don't feel sad at all..." As she spoke, Long'er couldn't help but cry.

I knew that although she appeared strong on the surface, she was ultimately a fragile woman at heart. She hadn't received her parents' love since childhood, and she
had no memories of her family. How could she truly let go of that? I held her close and said softly, "Don't cry anymore.
From now on, you have me, Qing'er, and our whole family to accompany you. Long'er won't be afraid of being alone anymore."

"Mmm..." Little Dragon Girl cried like a little kitten, but seeing me say that, she stopped sobbing and smiled slightly at me.

"Perhaps, when fate brings us together, we will meet again." I kissed her and said.

"Mmm..." Long'er's face suddenly turned slightly red as I held her like this. It seemed that the smell of my sweat
stimulated Long'er's sense of smell. She was not disgusted at all. Instead, she pressed her forehead against my cheek and her face against my neck.

I knew that she loved me very deeply and was also curious about everything. I thought to myself: What a curious little thing. As I thought this,
my hand gradually moved up Long'er's waist and into her white bodice to find that little rosy bud. Her figure was above average among my
wives and concubines. Her height was roughly the same as Rong'er's, but her breasts were not particularly large, nor were they particularly small.
Ignoring her shyness, I measured her breasts with both hands: 33C… “Mmm…” Long’er murmured softly. Clearly, the stimulation
was too intense for her. She gently tugged at my hand, but without really applying force, seemingly still somewhat bewildered by this
strange feeling. “No…it feels so strange…”

I whispered in her ear, “Take it slow, this is a feeling only lovers have. Actually, this feeling is beautiful.” She
was a young woman of twenty-three or twenty-four, yet she was as pure as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old. But it was understandable; the Ancient Tomb Sect's martial arts emphasized purity
and detachment , and she had never been exposed to any worldly affairs since childhood. Even if she tried to imagine it, she couldn't come up with anything. It was likely that her
actions just now, besides the little bit of influence Qing’er had instilled in her during our time in Xiangyang, were simply her instinctive
reaction.

“Mmm…” Her slightly stiff body gradually relaxed, and her hands no longer resisted my caresses, gently
tracing my body, slowly moving towards my waist.

I wanted to tease her. My erect penis, already throbbing and breathing hot air, unceremoniously slipped between her tight
legs through the fabric. Meeting her equally hot, slightly moist, plump labia, I felt a surge of desire. I rolled over and pressed myself
against her, removing her underpants. I took the white silk handkerchief she offered and placed it under her buttocks. Then, I
adopted the most traditional of all positions – the dragon on top. I didn't even deliberately part her legs, fearing it
would embarrass her. I relied solely on my superior skills and countless practical experiences to overcome all obstacles and prepare to...
The gun was inserted into Long'er's body. "Long'er, relax a little. It might hurt a bit, but it'll be fine after a while,"
I couldn't help but coax her softly.

Long'er nodded, her face flushed, but she was still a little flustered and didn't know what to do.

I was still conflicted. Why did I feel like a weird uncle trying to trick an underage girl into looking at goldfish? Oh well,
a short pain is better than a long one. I never thought that the day when I would have Long'er pinned down would finally come. "Long'er, I
love you..." I thrust my waist forward forcefully, entering her tight and wet honey pot.

"Mmm...it hurts..." My back tightened. Long'er's hands gripped my back tightly, and her legs involuntarily parted
slightly to my sides to relieve the pain of the blockage. I breathed a sigh of relief and thought to myself: Dragon
spear piercing dragon girl, using the dragon flip position...I hope I don't get so high that I have to perform a set of Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to add some excitement. I chuckled inwardly,
but in reality, I felt no relief. The moment I entered, Long'er cried out in pain. I naturally continued, feeling
a surge of heat dripping down the shaft of the dragon-patterned spear. Long'er, once a pure maiden, was transformed into a young woman. Before I could fully savor
the sensation, filled with immense satisfaction, I instructed her: "Tongue against the palate, spine arched, head tilted back, nose open, shoulders tucked, mouth closed,
inhale. True energy flows from the dantian, descending to protect below the navel..."

Long'er followed my instructions, her mind pure and simple, perfectly aligning with the Daoist ideal of dual cultivation—
a state of being free of desire and passion. Our first attempt at the practice was surprisingly smooth, without any stagnation or hesitation. Of course, this
was far from the level of understanding I had with Rong'er and San Niang, especially with Rong'er. We didn't need
words , and I never led the entire process. However, considering that Long'er had just lost her virginity,
it would be too nitpicky of me to say that. I focused on guiding Long'er through the process of practicing her internal energy. After absorbing Long'er's virgin yin essence,
I felt that my injuries had indeed healed by three-tenths, and even the little bit of innate true energy that hadn't been dispersed had become more active and solid.

I used my inner vision and indeed found extremely tiny crystalline objects obstructing the flow of blood in Long'er's Yunmen, Quepen, and Tianchi acupoints
. I focused my attention on the impurity on the Yunmen acupoint. This was definitely not ice, but a crystal that was insoluble
in blood . I suspected it was some kind of mineral crystal, and it was precisely because of its tiny size that the crystal was firmly anchored at
the intersection of the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin and the Pericardium Meridian of Hand-Jueyin. Similarly, the two crystals on the Zhongfu and Tianchi acupoints were also controlling the flow of blood in the
Sanjiao . Such a vicious hidden weapon made my heart ache. My inner energy circulated with Long'er's breathing,
but my internal strength hadn't recovered, and several attempts to channel my energy to the affected area failed. The three crystals showed no sign of loosening.
As we practiced our techniques together more frequently, Long'er's inner energy responded to my guidance, becoming slightly more active. With
our combined internal and external efforts, the three particles showed signs of loosening. "Long'er, listen to me. You don't have
the ability to see inside your body right now, but these three hidden weapons absolutely cannot be allowed to flow into your heart with your bloodstream, or
it will be life-threatening. Use your energy to protect your left shoulder, and I'll try to force them out. It might hurt a little, but there's no
other way. Just bear with it."

Long'er, hearing my seriousness, knew the next step was a matter of life and death, and obediently nodded, indicating she could endure it.

I pressed several acupoints on her left shoulder to slow the flow of blood in Long'er's veins. I
then took out a Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill and a Nine-Turn Spirit Treasure Pill from my medicine pouch beside my pillow and swallowed them. I then gave Long'er another Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill to hold in her mouth.
"It's good for you. Hold it in your mouth for a while, and swallow it when I tell you to."

Long'er nodded in understanding. Relying on the effects of the Nine-Turn Spirit Treasure Pill, a sacred medicine for replenishing Qi from the Xiaoyao Sect, my true Qi quickly recovered to
80% of its usual level. I then slowly increased the intensity of my Qi cultivation. The three
acupoints on Long'er's left shoulder—Zhongfu, Yunmen, and Tianchi under her breast—were faintly tinged with blood, a result of the damage caused by my extensive compression of her blood vessels. It was truly a case of injuring the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred of my own. "
You can crush the pill; it can help relieve the pain." Long'er took the pill as instructed, and her brows, which had been furrowed in pain
, relaxed slightly.

I brushed away the blood droplets from Long'er's shoulder and held them up to the sunlight. Sure enough, there was a tiny, hair-
like . "This is what's causing the pain," I said, wiping away two more
drops of blood from her Yunmen and Tianchi acupoints. There were two more of the same impurities inside.

Long'er sighed. These past few days, she had truly suffered from these three thorns. The unpredictable bursts of pain, itching, and numbness
had almost broken her. Now that her ailment was gone, although her left shoulder and ribs still ached, the psychological pressure had lessened
considerably. "You've been so busy treating my injuries, has your own injury worsened?" Seeing me covered in sweat and
pale , she couldn't help but ask, gently brushing away the stray hairs from my forehead.

"I'm much better now. To be honest, Long'er's virgin yin essence is excellent for repairing my true essence. Moreover, I just took
medicine, and my injuries are half healed, while my true energy has recovered to 80%. With a few more days of rest, I'll definitely be fully recovered." I wasn't just comforting her.
The best way to heal my injuries would, of course, be to have Qing'er accompany me in seclusion to heal. However, expecting Leng Fanghun to not disturb
us for seven days was practically wishful thinking. Therefore, I had to settle for second best, having the three of them take turns cultivating with me to repair
my damaged true essence. Perhaps the effect would be less, but every bit of strength recovered would be a bit more of a life-saving asset.

Having resolved this matter of life and death, I saw the lust in Long'er's dazed eyes. My
eight-inch Overlord Spear had already probed the deepest part of the flower path while we were engrossed in healing. That secluded path was rugged, and the juices were abundant,
completely enveloping my erect spear, making me want to devour it. However, with every movement I made, Long'er frowned
slightly and pursed her lips. Although she didn't cry out in pain, her coy and shy demeanor revealed her inner
bashfulness. "Does it still hurt, baby?" I asked gently, kissing her forehead as I thrust slowly, trying to
distract her from the pain.

"No, it's much better now..." Long'er said, her eyes glazed, as she reached out to stroke my face.

I took her hand and asked, "Is it comfortable? Do you like it?"

"Mmm~" Two blushes rose on her beautiful face, and she nodded slightly. Having adjusted to my strength, Long'er seemed to enjoy
this slow and special way of communicating. But, on the other hand, after over a thousand slow thrusts, and listening to her finish telling her story...
The memories of practicing piano, martial arts, and beekeeping from my childhood, though vivid, couldn't quell the burning desire within me. I could only console myself that there was plenty of time, and there
was no rush.

Although the pleasure accumulated slowly throughout Long'er's body, with my careful nurturing and patient guidance, she
achieved . I strived to give her a perfect first time, taking a deep breath and forcefully channeling my inner energy to stimulate
her seminal vesicle, sending a stream of semen deep into her beautiful orifice. Long'er trembled as I withdrew my dragon-shaped spear from her lower body,
asking sweetly beneath me, "Is this the end? It feels a little strange..."

I nodded with a wry smile, trying to appease her. Long'er felt my spear still erect, and then remembered what her senior sister
had told her: when he was satisfied, he would ejaculate like she had just done, and then his penis would go soft. He
seemed unsatisfied. "It's alright, I'm fine..."

I shook my head, kissed her forehead, and said, "Silly wife, let's leave it at that! Don't get out of bed for the next couple of days, you'll definitely feel
uncomfortable. If you continue, you might get hurt. There's plenty of time." She's a few years too early to challenge me. Perhaps
she'll only realize how far she is from the game when she truly understands its rules.

No matter what, she's mine now, body and soul... Looking at the woman beneath me, from my initial
resistance to her gradually melting away that layer of ice, the beauty Long'er displays is incomparable to anyone else. Only
then did I realize that deep down, I've always reserved a very special place for her. After all, she's my wife, the one
who shared life and death with me in another time and space, the beloved wife I waited sixteen years for. Perhaps we have fewer
twists and turns , and we'll never have the chance to relive that epic love story, but if it can bring Long'er happiness, I'd rather seal away that
poignant love. "This is fine, really fine." I murmured with a silly grin, hugging my wife.

"Just fine?" Long'er, thinking I was dissatisfied with something, tilted her head, pouted, and wrinkled her beautiful
nose as she asked me.

"Haha..." I couldn't help but laugh. At that moment, I forgot about Yuan Jiejie's departure and Leng Fanghun's
threat.

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