The Legend of Condor Heroes: The World Under Heaven (Complete) Author: adams0740

The Legend of Condor Heroes: The World Belongs to All
Author: adams0740

Chapter 1 Special Forces Elite, Descending to Dust with the Enemy
A disheveled beggar, reborn through chaos in

a chaotic world In the sweltering summer of 2008, on
the border the temperature reached a scorching 49 degrees Celsius. Most of the peaceful and prosperous people in China
were either working diligently in air-conditioned offices or enjoying the cool evenings at shopping malls or swimming pools.
However, no one knew that the desert nation was once again sounding the alarm for a counter-terrorism operation.

A deafening roar erupted, and flames flashed across the barren mountain ridge to the north, followed by billowing black smoke.
Then came the sound of machine gun fire; through the billowing smoke, several dark figures darted about, gunfire
mingling with shouts.

A gray-brown figure ran while shouting back, "Everyone! Infiltration formation, crossfire cover,
assemble at Y532!"

He then quickened his pace, quickly emerging from the smoke screen to become visible.

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

Afghanistan is a country with a very complex political system. There are hardworking, kind, and courageous
people who resist American and Russian aggression; there is also the Taliban, an organization notorious for carrying out terrorist attacks. Our mission is
to destroy a Taliban-affiliated organization on the northeastern border of Afghanistan. This organization specializes
in training suicide bombers for the East Turkestan Jihadist Organization (ETJ) and is a major force in many terrorist attacks in Xinjiang, China.

Furthermore, this organization frequently crosses the border to harass residents within China, robbing local banks and shopping malls, and planning and
directly participating in many violent terrorist attacks that disrupt the peaceful and united lives of the Chinese people. Therefore, our
government decided to send elite special forces to infiltrate behind enemy lines, preparing to wipe out this evil armed force in one fell swoop.

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

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

"Where are Number Nine and Number Ten?" I glared at all the team members, shouting, "Damn it
! Are those two idiots dead?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes!" the team members answered in unison.

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

"Yes!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two guards paused, looking around but unable to see who had spoken.

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

The two guards jumped in fright. Because of the chaotic situation and the difficulty in recognizing voices, they assumed it was
an officer from the command room speaking to them, responded, and quickly ran to the east.

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

"Report!"

The person inside replied, "Come in!"

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

The door creaked open, and I, with claws in my hands, somersaulted forward and leaped into the room, intending to snap
the intruder 's neck. However, I missed, and the room was pitch black. Sensing something was wrong, I quickly shrank
back, rolled to the side, and held my breath, waiting to see what would happen.

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

The voice faded, and I felt a whooshing sound behind me. I leaped, drawing two
throwing knives and firing them. They collided with two other knives in front of me, and a dark figure pounced. I couldn't dodge in time and was
tackled to the ground, my hands restrained by the attacker's grappling techniques, rendering me immobile.

At that moment, a violent explosion rang out, and the house shook violently. The attacker
paused , and I seized the opportunity to knee strike and twist my body, pinning the attacker to the ground.

I said smugly, "Did you hear the explosion at the ammunition depot? Mission accomplished, haha..."

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

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

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

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

Hakan took a detonator out of his pocket and pressed it. Then, the entire command post exploded one after another
! I was shocked. I didn't expect this kid to be willing to risk his life for me! I let go of him and tried
to rush out of . Suddenly, a burst of gunfire came from behind me. I couldn't dodge in time and was hit in the leg by a submachine gun bullet,
falling to the ground... As I gradually regained consciousness, I suddenly remembered the mission I hadn't completed.

"Damn, is anyone still here?" I subconsciously reached for the communicator in my right ear. No? I
was and sprang up from the ground with a somersault. "Bang!" I was
knocked to the ground again by something dark. "Damn it..." I cursed under my breath, slapping my bruised
face and reaching for the thing that had bumped into me.

"Oh?" I almost cried out. I pulled down my pants and peeked inside. This
thing ... wasn't mine? But... I liked it...

I sat up abruptly, only to find that my clothes and
body . I was sitting on a street corner, holding a burlap sack. Looking closely at my clothes, I saw
I was dressed in rags, wearing straw sandals, looking like a beggar. I was shocked. What was going on? "I'm still
alive ? Where am I? Did a bomb blow me up here?"

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

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

Wow, I'd actually traveled to the Song Dynasty, and the Southern Song Dynasty at that, beset by internal and external troubles! This was definitely not a movie
set . Everything was real; there were no sound stages, no cameras, no script supervisors, no production assistants,
no directors, and no extras. I'm a very realistic person; I don't believe so many people would set up such
a large scene just to fool me.

Emperor Lizong of Song, Zhao Yun, was the grandson of Emperor Xiaozong of Song, Zhao Bozong, the first great emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the nephew of Emperor Ningzong. He was originally
a puppet emperor installed by the treacherous Shi Miyuan, but it seems he reigned for quite a long time. As I listened, I mimicked
the old beggar's tone—a professional habit of mine. Whenever I'm in a new environment, I need to quickly integrate
to ensure my survival.

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

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

Ugh! Why think so much? The most important thing is to find a job to fill my stomach and survive. I'm naturally
easygoing ; since fate has placed me here, there's no point in crying. Besides, I've been reborn; I should
be content. I've heard that the Song Dynasty produced many famous courtesans, and that most of them were very attentive to the talented men they fancied. They were even willing to pay extra for impoverished scholars of
exceptional talent …

I'm a top student from the National Defense University, after all. I could plagiarize a few poems from the Tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties and pass them off as
mine. Maybe I could even woo a famous courtesan and live off her… Dreaming is certainly enjoyable, but
the thought of food makes my stomach rumble. I need to find a way to fill my stomach first. Before long, I
acquired a large, speckled rooster and a bottle of wine from a well-to-do family. Humming Zhou Jiegun's "Double-Section Lun," I
walked contentedly towards the dilapidated kiln not far away.

"What is love in this world, that it makes people willing to die for each other? Flying together across the vast land, their old wings have weathered many winters and summers. Joyful moments
, bitter partings, and among them, foolish lovers, you should have something to say. Amidst countless layers of clouds, a thousand mountains covered in snow at dusk, to whom does this solitary shadow turn?"
"Go..." A melodious and captivating voice rang out, reciting Yuan Haowen's poem "Touching Fish." Who was in such
high ? Reciting a poem, though, the voice was truly beautiful; I gave it a heartfelt thumbs-up.

Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw a beautiful Taoist nun holding a whisk,
confronting . She shouted at me, who had barged in, "Where did this wild brat come from? Get out of here if you don't want to die!" I
was stunned. Back in the army, no one had ever dared to speak to me like that.

My god, those authors of alternate history novels weren't lying after all; this classical beauty was definitely
more appealing than those sleazy uniformed girls.

This woman is fucking beautiful! "Naturally beautiful, surpassing all others in beauty, eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like
clear autumn waters, lips like vermilion, teeth like pearls, a figure as light as a willow swaying in the wind"—even using all these words, I
still can't fully express my admiration for this stunning beauty. Considering this era, without
the embellishment of cosmetics and Photoshop, I believe her delicate skin is absolutely 100% natural. I even considered
becoming a Taoist nun…

However, this lewd thought only lasted a blink of an eye. With my keen intuition for danger, I
sensed a very dangerous aura emanating from this beautiful nun. "

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

I was just making this up in my head. Military discipline is incredibly strict; you might only see a woman once a year, let
alone a beauty like this. They say, "If you haven't seen a woman for three years, even a sow will look like Diao Chan." Although I've risen to
the rank of company commander , I've been in the army since I was twenty, and in the past six years, I haven't had a proper relationship. I've only dreamt of
beautiful women, so being a bit repressed is understandable.

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

I suddenly realized that I must have suffered some kind of time-travel syndrome, my intelligence diminished.
What does it matter to me who gave birth to this girl? Why am I still thinking about these things at a time like this…? A chill ran down my spine, and I
quickly turned my head away, planning how to escape.

The saying goes, "If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move." Now that I've stepped on a landmine, I naturally dare not make a rash move; any slight
action could ignite a conflict between us.

I tossed aside the large, speckled rooster in my hand and clicked my tongue, saying, "The beautiful lady is quite stunning, and the pretty young lady
is also quite delicate. Are you two ladies here to see me? I certainly don't have any friends with such beauties."

I grinned slyly, my words dripping with slickness. I've always been a free spirit,
but in that era, as a soldier, I had to adhere to strict military discipline. Now, having traveled through time and been
reborn into my youth, being able to feign madness and utter such frivolous remarks gives me a great sense of satisfaction. Come to think of it, this
is the first time in my twenty-six years of life that I've flirted with beautiful women, and not just one, but two stunning beauties
. And that sickly beauty next to me? Uh, never mind… she's obviously already taken. I'd better not stir up trouble
.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Two: A Lucky Encounter on the Day of Transmigration Impersonating
a Beggar, Gaining Wealth and Beauty

, Envied by All Illusionist, I inexplicably transmigrated to the Southern Song Dynasty, becoming a little beggar. And yet, I dared to flirt with a beautiful
Taoist nun. As a result, the nun became enraged and was about to teach me a lesson.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A wicked smile crept across my face. My face was clean, and that calm, composed smile, so different from my ragged
clothes was surprisingly effective. The sickly beauty and the young girl's eyes gleamed. They thought,
"This wild boy, is he incredibly audacious or just a fool? He's running into the infamous, ruthless
female demon and he can still smile?"

Seeing my composure in the face of the demon, the sickly beauty abandoned her initial disdain and
asked, "Young man, you said this is your home, so we shouldn't be fighting here. But this great demon
is dangerous. You should come over here first."

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

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

Seeing my amusement, the girl kept asking, "Hey! Come here quickly, you're no match for her. By the way
, what's your name?"

Looking at her delicate, charming face, I couldn't resist teasing her, "If I tell you, it
'll be boring, you'll probably forget it immediately. Why don't you guess? See if you can guess correctly, that way you'll
remember it more."

The Crimson Fairy was furious. This boy, so young, was already shamelessly flirting with girls everywhere. He was truly a country bumpkin
, unaware of propriety or shame. However, his lazy smile was quite attractive, and she herself felt a slight
attraction.

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

Just as she was about to make her move, the little girl laughed and said, "Hehe, I won't guess. Here's what I'll tell you
: my name is Guo Fu, and my father is the renowned Guo Jing, the chief
advisor to General Meng Zongzheng of Xiangyang, a top-tier martial arts master. My mother is Huang Rong, the daughter of the Peach Blossom Island Master, and the leader of the Beggars' Sect!"

Guo Fu revealed her parents' names to intimidate Li Mochou, realizing
she harbored murderous intentions.

Sure enough, upon learning Guo Fu's identity, Li Mochou's face showed surprise. She had initially intended to take Guo Fu as a disciple, hoping she would inherit her mantle, given
her . Now, hearing she was
the daughter of Guo Jing and Huang Rong, she realized why Guo Fu had refused to become her disciple—she came from a powerful martial arts family. With parents holding the titles
of Eastern Heretic , Northern Beggar, Quanzhen Sect, and the Beggars' Sect, such a formidable background was one Li Mochou couldn't afford to offend. With this
concern, Li Mochou, worried that Guo Jing and his wife were nearby, dared not act rashly towards her.

Guo Fu, quite pleased with herself, had intimidated the infamous female demon by announcing her parents' names. Turning her
head, she saw the wild boy standing there dumbfounded, his expression very strange. Guo Fu wondered if this wild
boy had also heard of her parents' fame.

I was startled by the sound. What was going on? Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Huang Yaoshi, Guo Fu? Wait, were these characters from Jin Yong's
novels real historical figures? Can anyone tell me? My heart surged with excitement. Now, thinking about
the stunningly beautiful Daoist nun before me, who called herself the Crimson Lotus Fairy, that must be Li Mochou. Damn! I had just
wanted to deflate her ego in bed; wasn't this like touching a tigress's butt?

I wonder if my grappling techniques and hard qigong could withstand the female demon's Ice Soul Silver Needles and Crimson Lotus
Divine Palm . Having just arrived in this unfamiliar place, I didn't even know if Yang Guo was dead. If he was
, it would be perfect for me. I could impersonate him. Guo Jing and Huang Rong were renowned throughout the martial
arts world out of respect for Yang Kang,
would surely treat me well. And if I could even win over Miss Guo,
wouldn't all of the Guo family's gold, silver, and martial arts manuals be mine?

Having figured this out, I made up my mind. Anyway, even if I encountered the real Yang Guo in the future,
it would be best if I could kill him to silence him. If I was exposed, I would simply run away with the huge sum of money.

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

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

Just then, a clear cry suddenly rang out from the sky. Looking up, a pair of large white eagles were circling in
mid-air .

"Great! It's my family's eagles! My parents are coming this way!"

Chapter Three: Unreasonable Troubleshooting, A Master Beaten to Death by a Messy Fist
The Beautiful Taoist Nun, Li Meiren Takes a Flirt with Her Father

Guo Jing and Huang Rong?

A person's reputation precedes them. Although Li Mochou was fierce and ruthless, she had stood firm in the martial world for many years, relying on
her cunning and pragmatism. She knew she was no match for Guo Jing in martial arts and no match for Huang Rong in intelligence, and she was truly
wary of these two. This girl was actually Guo Jing and Huang Rong's daughter; it was best not to provoke her easily. She still wanted to
kill her enemies, so naturally she didn't want to be dragged along by us. She moved.

Guo Fu saw that I was just grinning mischievously and ignored me. She gazed into the distance, and seeing the two eagles gradually approaching,
she cried out, "Eagles, eagles, come quickly!"

Hearing Guo Fu's exceptionally melodious childlike voice, my heart stirred again, and I turned my attention back to
the little girl before me. Guo Fu was already showing signs of becoming a little beauty, the kind everyone would love.
Given time, she would surely grow into a great beauty. I thought to myself, this young lady wasn't as clueless as
the . It seems she's been influenced by her surroundings, corrupted by those two rascals, Da Wu and Xiao Wu.

I'm twelve or thirteen years old now. If I could cultivate a relationship with this little girl and properly train
her, wouldn't her future be bright? Seeing that we've been talking for so long without Yang
Guo showing up, it seems it's probably me. I'm not a fool like Yang Guo; I must
seize . But I couldn't help but sigh inwardly, from now on there will only be one Yang Guo, and no more Yang Jie.

Li Mochou was wary of Guo Jing and his wife, and didn't want to make things difficult for Guo Fu at this moment. She wanted to sneak into the dilapidated kiln. I knew
there were two legendary beauties in the kiln. She shouted in a sweet voice, "Wu Sanniang, hand over the two maids from the Lu family!"
"Head, I won't make things difficult for you. Otherwise, I'll make sure you die a horrible death."

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

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

Seeing her skill, the precision and strength of her grip were truly those of a master. Hearing Li Mochou
call the woman Wu San Niangzi, I knew that the sickly beauty before me was the mother of the brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen.

The thought of the Wu brothers constantly stalking Guo
Fu filled me with utter contempt. Then, the thought of the two great beauties, Yelü Yan and Wanyan Ping,
both marrying these brothers—two delicate beauties wasted on these two fools—was truly like two beautiful flowers stuck
in two piles of cow dung, or good cabbages being eaten by pigs. It only fueled my resentment.

How could this be so similar to a scene from Jin Yong's novels? The more I thought about it, the more certain I became. It seemed I had truly possessed Yang Guo
's body!

Damn it! I couldn't be bothered thinking about it anymore. Since Yang Guo was late for work, I'd step in to save the day. Otherwise, the two delicate beauties, Cheng Ying and
Lu Wushuang would be in danger, and I couldn't let the kind-hearted Wu Sanniang sacrifice herself in vain.

If Wu Sanniang hadn't died, Wu Santong's two foolish sons wouldn't have clung to Guo Jing. In that case,
wouldn't I be able to monopolize the business and have the advantage of proximity? Hehehe… I was just having my own
plans when I heard Li Mochou sneer, “Hmph, excuse me!” She struck Wu Sanniang in the chest with her palm,
tucked her whisk behind her back, lifted the curtain, and ducked into the dilapidated kiln.

I hurriedly went to help Wu Sanniang up. Although she wasn’t a stunning beauty, she was still quite dignified and pretty,
especially her hot figure, curvaceous hips, and long legs. I secretly swallowed hard. “Madam, are you alright
?”

Wu Sanniang coughed twice. “Young man, I… I’m fine. Quick, don’t let that she-devil…”

Wu Sanniang’s appearance was not bad, and her figure was even better. Especially when she was injured, she was still concerned about someone else’s
child . She was quite affectionate. I secretly praised her. Then I thought about how Wu Santong had such a virtuous wife, yet he still
had improper thoughts about Lu Zhanyuan’s wife. It seems that all men have the problem of being fickle.

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

"Put me down! Let my cousin go!" The one with the fair complexion was probably little Cheng Ying. Her delicate face was streaked with
tears but her eyes remained resolute as she kicked and punched in mid-air, trying to fight Li Mochou to the death.
I thought to myself, "What a brave little girl!" This strengthened my resolve to save her. However, my skills were far
inferior could only wait for an opportunity to strike and catch her off guard.

Li Mochou was startled when she saw me enter. Before she could speak, someone outside the kiln called out, "A-Yuan,
A-Yuan, where are you?" It was the madman Wu Santong.

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

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

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

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

"Whoosh!" A steel crutch landed behind my head, saving me from the impending explosion. It was Ke Zhen'e who saved me.

Wu Santong, fearing the tree trunk might injure his son, switched to using the One-Finger Divine Skill, attacking Li Mochou from both sides alongside the old blind man.
The One-Finger Divine Skill was truly formidable. Wu Santong probably hadn't mastered it to a high level, yet he could still poke a small hole in the wall with a single finger
. I wondered what the effect would be if Master Yideng used it.

Although the old monster Ke Zhen'e had the reputation of a great hero, his martial arts were only second-rate. Even with him and Wu Santong working together
, they were only able to parry Li Mochou's attacks, making me, a mere spectator, feel ashamed for them.

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

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

Li Mochou knew the relationship between the old blind man and Guo Jing and didn't want to get entangled with him. Ke Zhen'e, however, was stubborn and
hated evil. He was willing to risk injury to keep pestering Li Mochou. The sight of an old blind man clinging to a beautiful
Daoist nun was quite amusing.

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

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

In a moment of impulsiveness, I didn't care about anything else and pounced on Li Mochou, slurring
, "Hey, beautiful lady, you came to my house to grab someone without even saying hello! You're being unreasonable
! Put her down

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

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

I saw these subtle movements clearly. I thought to myself: Oh my goodness, the Crimson Lotus Fairy Li Mochou is actually
showing me mercy! Do I look like the dead Lu Zhanyuan? Bah! How could I possibly look like a dead ghost? Good luck
!

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

Chapter Four: A Battle of Wits with Mochou, I Believe You Can't Be Fooled Snatching
chestnuts from the fire, Mimi's feel is really good.

My words almost knocked everyone down. "How old are you, kid? You want to get married?
These girls have been harmed so badly by that she-devil, and you want to take advantage of their misfortune and live with them in
the future? I've seen plenty of toads, but you're the most boastful one."

Little Guo Fu supported the injured Third Sister, but she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Li Mochou also found
the young quite amusing, so she sneered, "Fine, you can choose whichever one you want. I'll send you all on your way. You
can marry them both when you reach the King of Hell."

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

Everyone was once again stunned. Who was this young man's disciple, that he had such audacity (
lust ) to flirt with even the infamous viper in the martial arts world? If today's events were to spread throughout the martial arts world, this nameless
kid would be famous. Ke Zhen'e and Wu Santong were hesitant to provoke Li Mochou, but
the old blind man saw that I was stalling for time, so he remained silent, only holding two iron caltrops in his hands, fully
alert for Li Mochou's sudden attack.

Seeing that the lazy young man before her dared to flirt with her and publicly declare his love, Li Mochou felt
a strange sensation. Since the age of ten, she had never been intimate with a man. Ten years ago, she was deeply in love with Lu Zhanyuan
, never allowing him to cross the line. She never imagined that this very act would cause Lu Zhanyuan
to shy away , immediately dumping the beautiful but wicked woman after meeting the gentle and affectionate He Yuanjun.

Poor Li Mochou, remaining chaste, had no idea that her lover, Lu Zhanyuan, was also a normal man. Every man desires
a beauty like her, and the old man, knowing Li Mochou's formidable skills, dared not force himself on her, making
his transfer of affections inevitable.

Now, this unknown wild boy dared to say he wanted to marry her. If any other man
had said , it would have only incurred the wrath of the beautiful Daoist nun Li Mochou, who would likely have been killed by her Crimson Flame Palm.

But these words, coming from the mouth of a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, were different. Li Mochou, momentarily softened, could n't bring
herself to kill him. Seeing Li Mochou's expression, I already understood. It seemed Li Mochou's fondness for children was indeed true. She
kidnapped the young Lu Wushuang, yet didn't kill her; instead, she took her as a disciple and taught her martial arts.
Later, she abducted the newborn Guo Xiang, and although she mistakenly believed Guo Xiang was Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu's daughter, she still doted on little
Guo Xiang …

Considering all this, it could be said that Li Mochou greatly loved children, even to the point of being somewhat maternal.
Perhaps she was just feeling down when she killed, I thought with a lewd grin. I didn't want to
embarrass Li Mochou too much; after all, she was known as a female demon, killing people like chickens. Completely enraging her wouldn't be fun.

I laughed and said, "I originally wanted to marry Fairy Sister, but she doesn't think much of me, so
forget it. Little sisters, which of you is willing to live with this brat? I promise she won't kill you."

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

The girl in white must be Lu Wushuang. She was taken aback at first, but upon hearing her cousin's words, she hurriedly said,
"Cousin, Li Mochou is looking for me. Please stay."

Such deep sisterly affection! Even at such a young age, she knows how to think of each other. Such a kind and good girl, yet Yang Guo
discarded her like trash. Sigh…

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

Lu Wushuang was quite resolute, raising her little head, closing her eyes, and remaining silent. Cheng Ying screamed in terror,
frantically trying to pull off the silk scarf around her neck. I knew she was looking for the half of the handkerchief, and a plan formed in my mind. I
stood at a distance and teased, "Fairy Sister, why do you hate Miss Lu's parents so much? Are you and
Miss Lu's father old flames?"

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

I naturally knew these were Li Mochou's Ice Soul Silver Needles. Getting pricked by these things
would turn my rebirth in the Southern Song Dynasty into a one-day time-travel trip. I hurriedly tried to dodge, but the silver needles were incredibly fast. I moved quickly,
but the silver needles shot faster than bullets, and it looked like I was about to be hit and injured.

Enraged, Li Mochou attacked, and I was now trapped, unable to escape, and about to die on the spot. Little Guo Fu,
seeing that I couldn't dodge the Ice Soul Silver Needles, felt a pang of pity and cried out in alarm.

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

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

Suddenly, two sharp sounds pierced the air, and two black shadows flew over like lightning, knocking
down the two silver needles.

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

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

"Beautiful lady, it's dangerous for you to throw embroidery needles around like that. You're trying to sew my clothes, aren't you? You
can't sew clothes without a strong thread." I continued to playfully tease her, taking advantage of her relaxed guard to slowly approach
Li Mochou .

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

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

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

This time, my reaction was quick; I made a standard pouncing move and pinned the beautiful Li Mochou beneath me. What my hands
touched was unusually soft. Hehe, I didn't expect Li Mochou's breasts to be so full and firm. Touching those big boobs
felt so good.

Chapter Five: Nothing happened after touching them, and I even avoided the silver needles.
Physiological reaction, little sister, I didn't mean to

! Damn! Li Mochou's breasts are quite large! They feel firm and elastic to the touch. As I slid my right hand down, I could
clearly feel her curvaceous body, accentuated by the Taoist robe, her breasts and waist perfectly proportioned.
Her buttocks, full and round, pressed against me, were raised high.
My little brother, eager and thirsty, pressed against the beauty's buttocks, making me almost
groan .

"You lecher! Let me go!" Li Mochou,
throbbing with was weak and hot from my caresses. However, our position was too intimate, and she didn't know how to curse me.
Struggling to get up, she was even more unsure whether to kill me with a single blow.

Suddenly, a sharp cry of eagles rang out in the air. Two eagles flew back from afar, swooping down to attack Li Mochou. Li Mochou gritted her teeth,
flicked her left sleeve, and two icy silver needles shot out through the dilapidated roof. The two eagles hurriedly flapped their wings and took flight, but
the silver needles shot with extraordinary speed. Though the eagles flew quickly, the needles shot even faster, causing the eagles to cry out in fright. Li Mochou
, seeing that the two vicious birds could no longer escape, was pleased with herself when she suddenly heard a hissing sound. Two more pebbles flew through the air, and
before she could hear a sound, the two silver needles had already landed on the ground.

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

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

Lu Zhanyuan, although you married that little bitch surnamed He, you have never forgotten me. This handkerchief has always been
kept safe. It seems… you are begging me to spare your descendants. Should I spare them or not? "

Fine, you are ruthless, but I cannot be heartless
.

" The beautiful Daoist nun had decided to spare Lu Wushuang. With a flick of her whisk, silver threads struck Cheng Ying's back. In the dazzling sunlight, it was revealed that Cheng Ying also wore a brocade handkerchief around her neck. The beautiful Daoist nun exclaimed, "Eh?" thinking, "Why are there two handkerchiefs? One of them must be fake."

She changed her whisk's strike into a roll, wrapping it around Cheng Ying's head and neck, pulling her upside down and turning her around. Li Mochou, filled with surprise and uncertainty,
looked at the two young maids, truly unsure whether to kill them or let them go.

Seeing the doubt on Li Mochou's face, and noticing her constant gaze at the handkerchiefs around the two girls' necks, I knew exactly what was going on
. I scrambled to my feet and said seriously, "My beautiful lady, you mustn't kill anyone else! Your old flame made a replica of a
love token, which shows he still cares for you. It seems fate is decreing that you should spare these two girls today. Fairy
Sister , please let them be my wives, the elder as my wife and the younger as my concubine, that would be perfect."

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

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

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

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

"You brat, I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold it against you!" Li Mochou snapped,
no longer daring to linger, and snatched Lu Wushuang away. "Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" She unleashed three Ice Soul Needles, shooting them towards
Wu Santong, the most powerful among them. "Husband, be careful!" Wu Sanniang pushed her husband, dodging a poisoned needle, but her leg was struck by one.
Two icy silver needles grazed her calves. Taking advantage of the moment, Li Mochou unleashed her light-footed technique,
disappearing like a gust of wind in an instant.

I don't know light-footed techniques. Wu Santong and Ke Zhen chased after her, cursing, but I could only
watch helplessly as Li Mochou took Lu Wushuang away. Then I thought that Li Mochou would probably take Lu Wushuang as her disciple and wouldn't
harm her for the time being, which calmed me down a bit.

"Cousin...cousin!" Cheng Ying, a thirteen-year-old girl, was beautiful and dignified. Seeing her cousin being kidnapped by Li Mochou, she thought Lu Wushuang was surely doomed. Little Cheng Ying ran wildly, tripped, and fell to the ground, sobbing
uncontrollably . 　　The poor girl, my heart softened at the sight of her weeping. I stepped forward, pulled Xiao Chengying up , and patted her in my arms, comforting her, "Don't cry, your cousin will be alright. If that beauty really wanted to kill her, she would have just done it. Now that she's taken her away, there's no reason for her to harm her again." 　　I thought my action was very ordinary, like comrades showing concern for but I forgot that this was in another time and space. 　　Xiao Chengying stared at me blankly, not knowing what my action meant. She only felt that my embrace was warm and safe, but she suddenly remembered that I had praised Li Mochou. She was angry and twisted her body in my arms, saying, "Li Mochou killed my uncle and aunt, and you still say she's a great beauty. You...you're not a good person !" 　　The girl was just beginning to develop, and her small, perky breasts kept rubbing against my chest. Through the two thin clothes, the sensation made me a little restless, and I couldn't help but get an erection. Little Cheng Ying vaguely understood matters between men and women, and knew that our embracing like this wasn't appropriate, so she struggled even more fiercely. 　　It was as if a string snapped in my mind; my little brother, like it had a spring in it, slapped against the girl's lower abdomen with a "plop"... "Ouch! A snake is biting me!" Little Cheng Ying quickly scrambled away from me, looking at my groin in terror. "You... what are you hiding there?" 　　I awkwardly bent over slightly, my patched pants still revealing my erection . Damn, God hasn't been unfair to me; this little body has quite a good set of assets. 　　"Don't be afraid, I'm not hiding anything, hehe, it's just a natural physiological reaction." I tried to dispel Little Cheng Ying's fear with my most honest and sincere smile. The girl asked in a low voice, "Physiological reaction? What's that?" 　　　　　　　　　Chapter Six: Loyal Wife, Sacrificing Herself to Shield Her Husband from a Poisonous Needle 　　　　　　　　　　　　　A Shameless Beggar, Willing to Die for Pleasure 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(Part 1) 　　"Physiological reaction, what's that?" Little Cheng Ying asked innocently. 　　I was speechless. She really was a curious little thing. I wanted to say, little sister, do you bleed a little one or two days every month when you go to the toilet? That's a physiological reaction. But then I thought, this little Cheng Ying is only fourteen years old. It's really a bit perverted of me to tease her like this . Besides, to openly tease a little girl who has just lost a loved one in front of so many people is even worse than an animal… Just as I was agonizing over this, Ke and Wu, who had chased after her for a short distance, returned empty- . I thought to myself, they really didn't catch up. 　　"Little brother, I understood your conversation with that female demon. You're quite clever. May I ask which master you're from?" Blind Ke asked, pausing with his cane. 　　I couldn't tell if his words were praise or criticism, and I stammered, not daring to reply. 　　I turned to see that short, scrawny Wu Santong also coming over, protecting his wife and child. He saw Cheng Ying standing to the side, rushed over, hugged her, and asked, "Little Ying'er, where's Yuan Jun? Was she taken away by the female demon? Ah! Yuan Jun, don't be afraid , your godfather is here to save you!" 　　This crazy, scrawny man had apparently taken Wu Shuang for his goddaughter. Damn it, this scrawny Wu Santong, his own wife is injured right there, and this old bastard is still thinking about his goddaughter? 　　I still have modern views on relationships, and I'm extremely disgusted by Wu Santong's disregard for his wife's life. Just then Guo Fu couldn't stand it anymore: "You're being unreasonable! Your wife took two of Li Mochou's Ice Soul Silver Needles for you, her life hanging by a thread, and you're still thinking about others!" 　　Wu Santong, this short, madman, wasn't stupid. Only after being reminded did he remember, and he hurriedly asked , "Third Sister, where are you injured? Are you alright?" 　　Wu Sanniang's face was already pale, and she said weakly, "Husband, I'm dying… I entrust the two children to you." 　　As the saying goes … As the saying goes, "A dying man's words are kind." Although Wu Santong was erratic and confused, when was still kind to his son: "Wife, don't say such unlucky things. I'll help you force the poison out!" 　　He used his One-Finger Divine Skill to seal the acupoints on San Niang's legs. Ke Zhen'e also took out an antidote pill, but the poison of the Ice Soul Silver Needle was too potent, and their medicine wasn't effective. Seeing that Wu San Niang was about to die, Wu Santong anxiously said, "San Niang, I'll help you suck the poison out." 　　"No!" Wu San Niang's pretty face turned pale: "That silver needle is highly poisonous. I only got a small 　　scratch, and you'll die." Upon hearing this, the short and stocky Wu Santong hesitated, and even the two Wu brothers swallowed their words . Everyone fears death. Selfish people like them don't understand what it means to sacrifice oneself to save others, even one's closest relatives. 　　I thought to myself, Wu Sanniang is gentle and kind, especially loyal to her husband, never complaining and always working hard. Such a beautiful woman was rarer than a panda in the old world. It would be such a shame to let such a good woman die. "Auntie, let me help you suck out the poison. Anyway, I have no parents and no one to care for me. If I die, I won't have to worry about food and drink. It would be easier." 　　"Big brother, don't! You'll die if you suck it out. She's not your relative..." Miss Guo saw that Sanniang's family was hesitant. Why should I, an outsider, interfere? As a result, she was met with big glares from Da Wu and Xiao Wu, and she didn't finish her sentence. 　　I smiled and said, "I lost my mother when I was young. I know how painful it is for a child without a mother." 　　Da Wu and Xiao Wu looked at me gratefully, "Big brother...we..." 　　"My surname is Yang, and my name is Yang Guo," I said. 　　"Your name is Yang Guo?" Ke Zhen'e jumped out and stared at me with his strange eyes, which only had white pupils.

"Yes."

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

"You know my late father?" I countered.

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

I shouted, "Hold on! I'm just a worthless life. If you want to kill me, wait until I've cured this aunt's poison.
If she doesn't die, then you'd better give me a quick death, old man. But if I can save one person, then my death
will have some value. What do you say?"

I said with an air of righteous indignation.

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

"Wait a minute, we're not related, and my wife is also a woman..." Wu Santong said hesitantly.
He had seen me taking advantage of him earlier and was very suspicious of my character, so he hesitated.

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

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

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

"Sanniang, in this emergency, we must act quickly. This young man doesn't seem like a bad person; he's willing to risk his life to suck drugs for you, so he shouldn't be that kind of despicable villain." Wu Santong, however, assumed his wife was as selfish as he was, and tried to reason with her
using his own logic . 　　"No, child, you're still so young, how can you..." Wu Sanniang was so anxious she almost sat up, tears welling , her hands trying to push me away as I leaned against her. 　　I naturally understood Wu Sanniang's kindness and smiled, "Auntie, don't worry, I did it willingly. I'm just a lonely little beggar, with no ties. You have your husband and children. Even if you don't think of yourself, you should think of Dunru and Xiuwen... Please don't hesitate any longer, otherwise the poison will seep too deeply into their bloodstream, and it will be too late to save them. If you remember my kindness, treat them in the future. That way, my efforts today won't be in vain." 　　The beautiful Wu Sanniang was suddenly touched by my words, and looking at her two young children, she couldn't help but nod , tears streaming down her face. The short Wu Santong, the blind Ke, and all the children present were deeply moved. Little Guo Fu and Little Cheng Ying couldn't help but hug each other and cry. 　　Is this really the son of that scoundrel Yang Kang? Even the stubborn Old Man Ke felt a pang of pity and began to re-examine the boy before him. What a pity, such a young child! For the first time in many years, the old blind man regretted his blindness, lamenting that he couldn't see what the boy looked like. "Boy, I've lived long enough, let me do it. Girl, you're not afraid I'm here to take advantage of you, are you?" 　　"No!" a group of people cried out in unison. 　　I said, "Grandpa, don't argue with me. So many people care about you; we can't delay any longer. Let me do it..." 　　"Brother Yang, I care about you too! Don't die!" Little Guo Fu and Little Cheng Ying said in unison, their voices resolute . 　　"Ha, I must have accumulated good karma in my past life to remember me, thank you." I said, struggling to take Third Sister from Wu the Shorty's hand, and without looking back, I lifted the curtain and entered the dilapidated kiln. No one, including the half-conscious Wu Third Sister, saw the lewd smile on my face. My little darling Third Sister, you really earned me a lot of points in front of the little beauty this time, how can I thank you enough? 　　　　　　　　　Chapter Seven: Loyal Wife, Sacrificing Herself to Shield Her Husband from a Poisonous Needle 　　　　　　　　　　　　　A Disgusting Beggar, Willing to Die for Pleasure 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(Part 2) 　　It is said that Yang Jie, a captain in the 21st-century Chinese special forces, died in the line of duty and was reborn in the Southern Song Dynasty, possessing the body of Yang Guo, who had frozen and starved to death. 　　I encountered Miss Guo, who was still a pretty little girl named Guo Fu at that time. She wasn't as spoiled as she would become later. I found her adorable and she seemed to like me. I even had a sudden thought of impersonating Yang Guo to swindle money and sex from the Guo family. Then I saw the beautiful Wu San Niang, a paragon of chastity, virtue, and motherhood, suffering from the deadly poison of the Ice Soul Silver Needle. Unable to bear seeing her repeat her tragic fate, I offered to help her suck out the poison and heal her wounds. This deeply moved the beautiful woman, who was completely unaware that she had fallen into my trap... 　　I carried Wu San Niang into the house. Miss Guo, Cheng Ying, and Blind Ke were guarding outside the door, all worried about what would happen to me. The short and clumsy Wu Santong and his two mentally challenged sons were outside gathering firewood to prepare water and cook. Now that 　　Wu San Niang and I were in the same room, I finally had a chance to observe her closely. 　　Wu Sanniang looked to be in her early thirties, dressed like a married woman. Her hair was styled in a coiled bun with a jade phoenix hairpin. She had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and fair, smooth skin. Her features were exquisite, her delicate skin rosy and fair. Her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting. She wore a light silk dress and a fine embroidered skirt, and her body exuded a rich fragrance. What was most captivating was the alluring figure she displayed, revealing a charming and mature allure. 　　I thought to myself: Wu Santong, that short and ugly fellow, is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife. Yet, he secretly loves his goddaughter, He Yuanjun. He Yuanjun has been dead for many years; she shouldn't be much younger than Wu Sanniang . Why is Wu Santong so infatuated with her? Why is he neglecting his beautiful wife, Wu Sanniang? 　　I stared at Wu Sanniang, my captivating gaze lingering on her mature, voluptuous, and alluring body. Wu Sanniang's cheeks flushed slightly. She frowned, intending to rebuke me, but then she remembered that I was about to die for her. Although I was only thirteen or fourteen, I was still a man, and awakening desire was perfectly normal. 　　Then she thought of herself—over thirty, already a mother of two sons—and how her looks and figure could still so mesmerize a young man A stirring of emotion, unlike anything she had ever felt before, stirred within her long-lonely heart…

"Auntie, where exactly are you hurt? Let me see!"

I suddenly asked, startling Third Aunt. She thought to herself, "What's coming is finally here." She seemed a little
embarrassed to speak, but seeing me staring at her, her cheeks flushed crimson, and she lowered her head, appearing even more charmingly girlish.

"Child, I'm hurt on my leg. Could you turn around first?" the beautiful woman whispered, her cheeks even redder.

This was no longer the prosperous Tang Dynasty; people's thoughts were now greatly restricted. Exposing
one's legs in front of someone other than one's husband was considered a breach of chastity, especially since her injury was on the outer thigh, close to her most
intimate lower body…

Ah, was the beauty going to take off her skirt in front of me? My heart raced, my eyes widened, and I
swallowed hard.

"Auntie, you've held on until now thanks to Eunuch Ke's magic medicine, but you're ice cold now.
I'm afraid you're too stiff to move. If you trust my character, please let me do it, okay?" I
feigned sincerity, displaying an expression devoid of joy or sorrow, which caused the beautiful woman, Wu Sanniang, to sob again.

Wu Sanniang nodded slightly, letting me place her on a pile of dry straw. As I
removed her skirt piece by piece, leaving her only in her underpants, Wu Sanniang was overcome with shame, turning her head slightly to the side, not daring to look at
me again. She was naturally chaste, and for ten years her husband had been insane, constantly thinking only of his deceased goddaughter. Now,
her long-parched heart was gradually opening up to a minor, and her body involuntarily warmed, causing
her to inwardly curse herself for being lewd.

In my past life, I entered military academy at eighteen and joined the special forces codenamed Snow Leopard at twenty-one. I
served for six years before sacrificing my life. Our unit had strict discipline, and military regulations forbade it, so aside from contact during missions, I
only ever saw naked women in the dormitory when my best buddies and I were secretly watching porn.

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

Seeing me light the lamp, Wu Sanniang was both embarrassed and anxious: "Don't light the lamp..."

She couldn't help but cover her half-naked body with her hands. A blush rose between her cheeks, her fair, snow-white hands,
her slender waist, and her full, snow-white breasts, their beautiful curves faintly visible, revealed her porcelain-smooth
legs. Thanks to the well-tailored undergarments, her pert, half-naked, S-shaped buttocks were fully exposed. The mysterious triangle encased in her moon-white undershirt subtly
revealed the most alluring lines of her most sacred place, arousing endless fantasies...

I almost had a nosebleed from looking at her, my heart... Thinking: Truly a fertile and superior breed, otherwise she wouldn't be able to have twins.
Damn it, all the good women have been wasted on that bastard. Wu San Niang's offspring are too trash. If there weren't people outside, I would really want to be on
the haystack right now, completely push the beauty down, then push her down again, and then do what I love to do...

I said tremblingly, "If the light isn't on... I can't see where the wound is..."

Chapter Eight: Loyal and Righteous Wife, Sacrificing for Her Husband to Shield Him from a Poisonous Needle
A Disgusting Beggar, Willing to Die for Pleasure

(Part Two)

"Third Sister, where is your wound? Let me see it quickly." Looking at the charming and alluring half
-naked figure of the classically beautiful Wu San Niang, I couldn't help but swallow hard, and secretly changed my address from "Auntie" to calling her by her name.
I thought to myself, a woman's wound wouldn't be in that treasure area, would it? If that were the case, she should be completely naked... Thinking of this,
my eyes gleamed and my mouth watered.

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

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

Hearing my silly laugh, Wu Sanniang couldn't help but picture my signature
smile . Thinking of my handsome face, she thought to herself, "This boy is really good-looking," and a flutter of desire stirred within her.

Under my watchful gaze, Wu Sanniang tremblingly lifted the corner of her close-fitting underpants. The beautiful woman's shapely,
fair alluring thighs were bruised and purple at the base, clearly indicating that the poison had entered her body. If it wasn't expelled quickly, she might…
Of course, I wouldn't let this gentle beauty, so much like Mu Nianci in *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, perish so tragically. More importantly,
I had to leave her with the image of a gentleman. This long-abandoned fertile field
would surely have a chance for me to cultivate it later.

I repeatedly recited the calming mantra three times, reminding myself not to be impatient. I had already planned this. My
act wasn't just to win the favor of Xiao Guo Fu and Xiao Cheng Ying; most importantly, the beauty before me…
sealed by the One-Finger Divine Skill and weakened by Ke Zhen'e's antidote pills, shouldn't she survive? Besides, I knew the Western
Poison Master was nearby; I should be able to hold out until I found him.

"Sanniang, lie down quickly. I'll help you suck out the poison," I said, stepping forward quickly.

When the moment came, Wu Sanniang's pretty face flushed crimson. Looking at my son's concerned expression, she was stunned. Both sad and
ashamed, she sobbed, "Child, I...you...Auntie will never forget your kindness..."

Hearing this, I knew I had a chance. Although my mind had already adopted Ximen Qing's persona, I
still said, "Sanniang, you don't need to thank me. I admire your compassion and your willingness to help the weak. Although I don't have
much ability to help, if I can help you, I will...Besides, if I weren't desperate, I
wouldn't have done such a tragic thing, right?"

Doing good deeds must be emotionally moving. Uncle Lei Feng did good deeds anonymously, but he recorded them in his diary.
We should learn from him; that's the highest level.

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

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

Wu Sanniang's pure and innocent body had never been touched by anyone except her husband, the short Wu Santong. At this moment, a
young was kissing her deeply, his lips and tongue brushing against her sensitive skin, making her blush with shyness.
A strange pleasure stirred within her long-parched heart; she could feel her lower body becoming wet…

People say women are like wolves at thirty, and now, unconscious, Sanniang could only helplessly watch her lower body gradually become wet. My hand also could
n't help but press against her lower abdomen. As time passed, her soft
body gradually moved slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her skin. Her warm, full thighs began
to close tighten, rubbing against each other almost imperceptibly, and soft moans and panting gradually escaped her lips.

I felt a surge of heat rise from my lower abdomen, and my blood surged uncontrollably throughout my body. Damn it,
I've never encountered anything like this before. My head felt increasingly numb, and if this continued, I feared my
blood would rush out too quickly, causing the Ice Soul Silver Needle poison to take effect prematurely and kill me.

I sucked out the poisoned blood mouthful by mouthful until I spat out the last mouthful of black blood, while the blood flowing from the wound
had turned red. Only then did I leave San Niang's body, pretending to collapse to the ground.

Wu San Niang seemed to wake from a dream, secretly glancing at me, afraid that her uncontrollable rubbing of her body
had frightened her. Seeing me weakly lying on the ground, she no longer hesitated to hug me and asked, "Child,
how are you? Has the poison you sucked out started to take effect? Are you feeling unwell?"

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

Wu San Niang struggled to get up and saw that although her side of her leg was still black, red blood was
flowing , and she knew that her life had been saved. Even though she could face life and death calmly, everyone ultimately has
the desire to live.

"Child, thank you, Auntie!" she said to me with tears in her eyes, no longer caring about her disheveled
appearance .

I felt incredibly happy. I pressed my head between Wu Sanniang's full breasts, the touch was
so soft, the scent of a mature woman was intoxicating, and I could faintly hear her slightly pounding
heartbeat. I held her hand and gently said, "Sanniang, I'm so cold, I might die soon. Can you
stay with me until the end?"

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

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

"Sanniang, I... I feel so awful," I said, my face contorted in pain.

"Child, it's all my fault! Waaah..." Wu Sanniang was naturally kind-hearted. Seeing me risk my life
to save hers, only to have it taken in return, filled her with even more guilt. She wanted to suck out the poison for me, but she couldn't
bring herself to do it.

"I'm just a little beggar with no parents. Even if I lose my life, I'll die without regrets."

I was indeed infected by the deadly poison of the Ice Soul Silver Needle. However, I had received anti-poison training before.
I knew how to slow down the spread of the toxin in my blood and how to reduce the panic caused by the deadly poison infection
. Although the poison on the Ice Soul Silver Needle was very potent, after the initial dizziness and nausea,
I was actually okay. At least I could walk and run. The miserable state I experienced later was mostly an act.

"Third Sister, can you call me 'Guo'er'? Actually, seeing you reminds me of my mother who died
many years ..."

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

Chapter Nine: Loyal Wife, Sacrificing Herself to Shield Her Husband from a Poison Needle
A Disgusting Beggar, Willing to Die for Favor

(The End)

"Third Sister, when I saw you, I felt that you were as gentle and kind as my mother. I am the only one left in the Yang family,
all alone in this world. However, I will soon be going down to meet my parents... Please don't make a sound. Let
me go quietly. Don't let me disturb anyone."

I continued to pretend to be dying from the poison. To make it more realistic, I suddenly quickened my breathing, secretly
bit my already blackened lower lip, and forced out a mouthful of black blood.

Seeing me cough up black blood, Wu Sanniang was terrified. Hearing my heartbreaking story, her
compassion deepened. "Guo...Guo'er, speak slowly, don't strain your voice. What is your
wish? Sanniang will surely fulfill it."

Overjoyed, I continued, panting, "Sanniang, I...please, Sanniang, after I die, help me with
my burial..."

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

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

"Sanniang will remember."

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

"Yes, Third Sister is awake." She nodded seriously in agreement.

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

Hearing that I had such a heavy burden, Wu Sanniang thought, what should she do? Even if there were two
girls , from any point of view, she couldn't let those girls get hurt.

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

I chuckled inwardly. This beautiful woman was kind to the point of being naive; she was even
trying to find .

"Sanniang, look at me, I can barely breathe. Even if you have a daughter, I can't ruin
her life." *Tch*, I have no interest in my two stupid sons' asses; I'm only interested in you, this
mature and beautiful woman. If you'd let me penetrate your anus, that would be perfect, I thought lewdly.

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

I said, turning to look at her. Third Sister's beautiful eyes held a hint of flirtation, her cheeks were rosy, and her breasts rose and fell gracefully. A
pale white silk bodice tightly accentuated her proud, full breasts, making her exquisite and charming figure exceptionally alluring.

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

"You...you say it, I'm not angry," Third Sister seemed to know what I wanted to say, and stammered again.

My stomach chuckled incessantly, thinking, "The beauty has already taken the bait." "Third Sister, you...you're so beautiful,
I...I've liked you since the moment I saw you..."

A sudden jolt went through Third Sister's heart. Sure enough, he liked me, and on our first meeting, he
had risked his life for me...

"Silly child, Third Sister is old, how could you sacrifice yourself for Third Sister? Waaah...Third Sister
is so sorry ." Third Sister's inner emotion was beyond words. She felt that no one in the world had ever been so
kind to her.

Her parents? My father married me into the general's mansion to curry favor with the Wu family. Wu Santong was once
a general , but he never considered me his lover or wife. To put it bluntly, I was just
a tool for his lust and procreation... My two sons? Ever since their father went crazy and ran away, I've lost control
of them. They scold and berate me at will, just like their father...

I saw Third Sister deep in thought, but she didn't scold or beat me, and I understood even better. "Third Sister,
I don't know either. I just couldn't help wanting to be good to you. I... I'm willing. No one forced me. I'm just
willing to give my life for you. And I'm not just saying it. I did it. I don't regret it. I only hope that after I
die, you will still remember that there was someone like me, someone who once loved you deeply and loved you without reservation...
Even if it meant giving my life, I wouldn't hesitate, because I really did it..."

"No, stop talking, Guo'er, please stop talking..." Before I could finish my last nauseating
lines into my arms and started crying bitterly: "Actually... Third Sister is also very lonely. Third Sister also
needs someone to love her... But why... why is it like this? The person who cares about me the most in this world
is going to die like this..." Wu San Niang was already somewhat delirious, just whispering to herself.

I thought she was going to reject me, and my heart skipped a beat. However, Wu San Niang's actions didn't seem to
mean that. With my extraordinary hearing, I heard it clearly, and my heart couldn't help but burst with joy. I comforted
her again, saying, "Actually, I want to say that even if I die, at least it proves that no one could have done better than me. Now I
know that San Niang has me in her heart, so I can go in peace without any regrets... I don't care about forever, I
only care about having had it. Even a moment of brilliance can last forever..." As I spoke, I closed my eyes slightly, and
my outstretched hand fell limply to its side, motionless.

"No! Guo'er! Hero Ke! San Tong! Come quickly..." Wu San Niang finally realized that she had been so focused on talking
to the child that she had missed the best time for treatment. There might have been a glimmer of hope, but now it
was probably... She didn't care about her disheveled clothes and hurriedly ran outside to call for help.

The moment Wu San Niang lifted the curtain and went out, I suddenly opened my eyes, thinking to myself: I
've wasted too much time. I'm starting to feel numb all over. It seems that my own antibodies alone can't break down
the toxin . Damn it, Li Da Meiren, your poison is really powerful. I'm impressed. Once I've mastered martial arts, when we meet
again , I'll give you three hundred lashes! Of course, my fleshy stick, hahaha…

I quietly slipped through a hole covered in straw in the corner of the wall, as silent as a nimble cat. My reconnaissance
skills are absolutely top-notch. Ever since entering the kiln, I've been looking for an escape route. I quickly sensed a
breeze blowing in from the corner of the wall. Judging from the wind direction and speed, and the way the straw was arranged, I guessed
the size of the hole was big enough for me to pass through. I know how sharp Ke the Blind Man's ears are, so I naturally had to be cautious.

After leaving the kiln, I immediately began wandering around the surrounding mountains and forests. Combining my
vast and the wisdom gained from long-term wilderness survival, I believed my calculations wouldn't be wrong. Now I could only
hope to find traces left by the Western Poison.

However, I seriously underestimated the complexity of the terrain around Jiaxing Water Town. After wandering for nearly half an hour, I
didn't find any strange people walking upside down, or hear any sounds of stones hitting the ground, or any traces.

"Damn it, Ouyang Feng, if you don't come out soon, I'm afraid I'll be going to the Western Paradise again, and I'll be a virgin again
." I felt like I was really going to die with my eyes open this time, because I was having trouble breathing. I
was lying on a big rock by the South Lake, panting heavily. I could feel that my eyes were open,
but everything was slowly going black.

Just when I was about to close my eyes, I vaguely saw a strange person standing upside down passing by. My inner
will to survive made me shout out: "Dad, save me!" and then I died...

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

"Good son, you're awake?"

When I woke up again, my nose was pointed at a hairy monster's face, or more accurately,
a head like a hedgehog. I don't know how long he hadn't cleaned himself; his hair and beard were all matted
together , like a hedgehog's head covered in hair wax, except his was spiky from every angle.

Seeing this strange man, I actually felt a sense of relief. I stood up and stretched, discovering that...
The symptoms of stiff limbs and shortness of breath had all disappeared, so I said, "Dad, why did you take so long?"

I'm not stupid. The old Yang boy was blind to my talent, and I was too lazy to waste my breath
arguing with Ouyang the Old Monster about whether to recognize him as my godfather. I just wanted to settle the relationship first. First, no one was watching this show. Second, I had
the advantage of foresight, knowing that no matter what methods I used, I was no
match for Ouyang Feng, so I surrendered directly.

"Hmm? You really are my good son? And who am I? And who are you? Waaaaa... Boguerte,
Hulan Bodong, Sangangbumi, who am I? Who am I?" Ouyang Feng stood upside down and let out a long howl.

"Awooo—" A clear cry of a roc bird was heard from the distant sky, as if echoing Ouyang Feng's howl.

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

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

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

"Hahaha, having a father like this isn't bad." I was already grinning from ear to ear. I had

a plan in mind. Not only would I extort money from the Guo family, but I would also squeeze Ouyang Feng's value to the fullest. After all,
I was born twice, and I not only had more than twenty years of rich experience from my previous life, but also a good foundation in internal and external martial arts, so I
was quite looking forward to tonight's trip to the Mountain God Temple.

I slowly walked back to the broken kiln, and from afar I could see the flames shooting into the sky in front of the kiln.

Everyone was shocked, thinking Li Mochou had returned. They rushed to the entrance of the dilapidated kiln, only to find Wu Sanniang kneeling there
, wiping away tears. Wu Santong was nowhere to be seen. The Wu brothers were playing carefree, while Cheng Ying
and Guo Fu sat beside Sanniang, quietly comforting her.

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

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

"Me? Never mind that, what happened? My house?" I didn't remember the dilapidated kiln being on fire
, so I couldn't help but ask with some doubt.

Just as I was lost in thought, I saw three people running towards us from a distance, two men and a woman. The one leading them was none other than
Blind Ke, whom I had just parted ways with.

Closely following him was a robust middle-aged man, around thirty-five years old, with
a square face, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a broad chest, a straight back, and a short mustache, giving him an extremely honest appearance.

Accompanying him was a beautiful young woman not yet thirty. My first impression of her
was— "stunning." Her arched eyebrows resembled an inverted crescent moon, and beneath long eyelashes, a pair of jewel-like
eyes shone brightly, instantly captivating me. She had a high, straight nose,
full, jade-like cheeks, rosy lips, and a head of jet-black hair styled in a classic married woman's updo, but I
believe that if it were loose, it would be as smooth as silk, as beautiful as a cascading waterfall.

She was slender and tall, and although she wore a loose patchwork dress, it couldn't conceal the fullness of her high,
firm breasts. Her waist was slender, her legs long, forming a perfect golden ratio with her body. Her hips were full
and round , truly neither too plump nor too thin, revealing a charm that surpassed even that of Third Sister.

I reached this conclusion after observing her several times, and now I didn't dare to even glance at her,
because I knew Huang Rong was the most observant of people, paying close attention to details. However, for someone
like , trying to outsmart someone from a thousand years ago was simply not in the same league.

"Father! Mother!" Guo Fu rushed over happily when she saw the people who had arrived.

Guo Jing frowned as he looked at the raging flames and asked, "What happened?" "It's like this..." Guo Fu blurted out, before Wu Third Sister could speak, she had already described

my conscious state after disappearing . 　　It turned out that Wu Sanniang had come out seeking help, and Wu Santong, who was already somewhat impatient and jealous, saw his wife emerge from the house disheveled. Enraged, he slapped her without a word . His angry blow knocked the weakened Wu Sanniang to the ground with a single blow, her cheek swelling up . 　　Still not satisfied, Wu Santong dragged Wu Sanniang away, beating and scolding her, frightening both the young and old Wu brothers into loud sobs. Guo Fu pulled Ke Zhen'e over to intervene and break up the fight. 　　Wu Santong grew increasingly enraged with his curses, and in a fit of madness, he uprooted a large tree from the nearby woods, destroyed the kiln , and stormed off, leaving behind only the heartbroken Wu Sanniang and her son, and the terrified Cheng Ying and Guo Fu. Perhaps some ignition source, such as thatch, firewood, or kerosene, had been knocked over inside the kiln, and soon a raging fire broke out, burning the abandoned kiln to the ground, resulting in the scene everyone had just witnessed. 　　"Damn it, is he even a man?" After Guo Fu finished embellishing the story, we saw Wu Sanniang's cheek, red and swollen from the beating. I felt a pang of heartache, but I couldn't show it too much, so I just slapped the nearby tree hard and cursed. In my heart, I thought: Damn it, you old bastard, you dare to hit my woman! Next time I see you, I'll cut off your thing, stuff it in a gourd, soak it in wine, and make you carry it around drinking for the rest of your life. 　　"Don't be rude! That Uncle Wu is an elder; no matter what, you can't speak to him like that," Guo Jing immediately reprimanded. He suddenly realized the child looked familiar and couldn't help but ask, "Young brother, may I ask your name?" 　　Before I could speak, a sharp "shh!" rang out, and a pebble embedded itself in a nearby tree, with a note attached. 　　Huang Rong picked up the note and smiled, "It's Father! Father, it's been so long! Your daughter has missed you dearly. Brother Jing and your granddaughter are here; please come out and greet us." 　　But there was no response for a long time. Huang Rong knew her father had already gone far away, and she felt a pang of disappointment, knowing that her father didn't want to meet Guo Jing and Ke Zhen'e. Although the tragedy fifteen years ago was proven to be a misunderstanding where the Old Poison Master framed the Eastern Heretic, there was always a grudge between the Eastern Heretic and Ke Zhen'e, so much so that Huang Yaoshi preferred to wander the martial world for over a decade rather than return to Peach Blossom Island.

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

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

The group couldn't find the bodies of the Lu couple in the ruins. They didn't know if they had been burned in the fire, so they had to
return to Lu Family Manor to bury the Lu family's servants. Cheng Ying cried bitterly. At this time, she was all alone. Apart from her missing
cousin, she had no other relatives. So Guo Jing and his wife and Ke Zhen'e decided to take her and me back to Peach Blossom Island. Wu San Niang and the Wu brothers, who were also
homeless , naturally decided to go to Peach Blossom Island as well.

In the large cart, Huang Rong and Third Sister coaxed the frightened little Guo Fu and little Cheng Ying to sleep. Guo Jing, preoccupied with something,
couldn't help but ask my name again: "I still don't know your esteemed name, young brother?"

Ke Zhen'e, though knowing my name, smiled but didn't respond, simply listening to our conversation.

Although I disliked Guo Jing's pedantry, I admired his approachable attitude. Having
experienced , I confidently said, "My name is Yang Guo, a local."

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

"My courtesy name is Gaizhi. Originally, my mother said I could only use it when I grew up, but she passed away
early and told me in advance." I knew Huang Rong was meticulous; if I were too eager to introduce myself, it might arouse her
suspicion, so I answered whatever Guo Jing asked.

"You really are surnamed Yang, given name Guo, courtesy name Gaizhi?" he asked in a slightly trembling tone, revealing
his genuine excitement.

"I am Yang Guo, and this gentleman is...?" I feigned
ignorance .

"Guo'er, this is your Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo. Has your mother ever mentioned them to you?"
Ke Zhen'e said to me with a rare gentle smile. He was quite satisfied with this fake Yang Guo. In his opinion, Mu Nianci, as a mother, must be a great woman
to have raised a child so open-minded, resourceful, brave, and selfless . 　　Although the old blind man was stubborn and sometimes had a foul mouth, his act of leading his six siblings across mountains and rivers to teach Guo Jing for sixteen years in the borderlands was enough to make him a true hero of his word. On the other hand, one could say he was a fanatic, but it was precisely this fanaticism that shaped his first impression of me. 　　"A stroke of good fortune upon leaving home? Is there such a coincidence in the world? We said we were looking for Yang Guo, and he just popped up right in front of us?" Huang Rong's words were laced with coldness and sarcasm; she probably already considered me a beggar pretending to be a relative to scam people out of food and drink . 　　"Rong'er, don't frighten Guo'er," Guo Jing said softly, reaching out to gently stroke my head. "It's Guo'er, no doubt about it. Although his lips are a little swollen, he really looks like him..." 　　His touch gave me goosebumps, but I couldn't complain. But in my heart, I was thinking: I'm rich! Anyway , I already told Miss Guo that I was Yang Guo, and now it's too late to back out. Besides, only a fool would want to back out. Even Guo Jing said I looked like him, so it must be true. 　　"Brother Jing, don't let it slip yet. We're not even sure if he's the person we're looking for," Huang Rong was indeed clever, wary of me taking advantage of the Guo family. 　　Huang Rong stared at me for a long while before hesitantly asking, "May I ask how your mother is addressed?" 　　"Why should I tell you?" I knew what the tactic of feigning indifference was; I already had a complete plan in mind. Whether I could learn martial arts depended on this one move. "Although I am poor, I am not short-sighted, and I am not some fraudster trying to impersonate a relative to freeload off a rich man. I have no reason to suffer this insult. Let's part ways here!" With that, I resolutely tried to jump out of the carriage. 　　"Guo'er, don't go. Your uncle apologizes. Your aunt shouldn't have suspected you like that. Rong'er, you mustn't say another word." His voice already carried a hint of anger, clearly showing his dissatisfaction with his wife. 　　"As expected, you're not afraid to fall for my trap," Huang Rong said with a hint of grievance. "Your mother's ancestral home is Mu Ke Village in Shandong. After the Jingkang Incident she took refuge in Niujia Village in Jiaxing Prefecture. She is a descendant of Mu Guiying, the heroine of the Song Dynasty. She is Mu Nianci! Is that right?" Hearing my voice, which had a strong northern accent mixed with Wu dialect, she had a general idea of my identity. 　　I asked in surprise, "Yes! How did you know?" 　　Huang Rong didn't speak, but suddenly attacked without warning, grabbing and lifting me by the shoulder. 　　I was prepared for this move. Although I was sitting, I leaned forward and knelt on the ground, angrily shouting , "What are you doing?" 　　Huang Rong saw that my lips were swollen like intestines, with dark flesh and some pus oozing out. She thought, "Could this kid really risk his life to treat Wu San Niangzi's poison?" Her heart softened, and she didn't make things difficult for me anymore. She just nodded slightly to Guo Jing , acknowledging my identity. 　　"My surname is Guo, my name is Guo Jing. I saw you when you were this age, and I even named you ..." Guo Jing said in a trembling voice. 　　"You...you said your name is Guo Jing?" I suddenly asked, my eyes turning red. "Hmph, let go! Stop pretending to be a good person! I don't want to see you anymore! Get out! Don't let me see you again!" I pointed at Guo Jing and Huang Rong cursed. 　　Everyone stood there, stunned. They hadn't expected that I, who had been so good-tempered and smiling at everyone, would suddenly lose my temper like this. 　　"Why...why are you cursing my father and mother like that?" Guo Fu, who was fast asleep, was woken up by me . Seeing me pointing at her father's nose, she jumped out and scolded me. 　　"Yes, Guo'er, what you're doing is wrong. Quickly apologize to your Uncle Guo," Third Aunt also advised from the side . 　　With trembling hands, I pointed at Guo Jing and said angrily, "Ask him! Ask him how my father died !" 　　Ke Zhen'e heard me clearly and shouted, "You can ask him! Who in the martial world doesn't know that traitor who betrayed his country for personal gain? How can you be so ungrateful?"

"You're talking nonsense! I'd rather die than let you tarnish my father's reputation!" I roared
, my face streaked with tears, feigning righteous indignation. Combined with my current appearance, it was truly heartbreaking to hear and see.

"Master Guo, Madam Guo, this child has been kind to me. Please, for my husband's sake, don't make things difficult for the
child ," Third Sister pleaded, fearing that Guo Jing might harm me in his anger. She reached out and pulled me into her arms.

"Yes, Father, Mother, Brother Yang isn't a bad person, and his father isn't a great villain, is he?" Guo Fu chimed in
.

Cheng Ying sat beside Third Sister, trembling and clutching my sleeve, thinking that Guo Jing and Huang Rong were
the same great villains who had come with Li Mochou earlier.

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

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

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

Huang Rong sighed, "Let this child calm down first." She despised Yang Kang from the bottom of her heart, but she also admired
my courage. Seeing the situation, she knew that Guo Jing couldn't abandon me, so she reached out and pressed my pressure point to put me to sleep.

I thought to myself, so this is what it feels like to be pressured, and then I fell into the warm embrace of Third Sister.

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

I opened my eyes and felt a strange fragrance enter my mouth. I felt much better and had strength in my body.

"I refuse to take your filthy medicine! If you have the guts, kill me now, or I
'll definitely seek revenge when I grow up!" I spat, stiffened my neck, and looked like I was about to die a martyr.

"Guo'er..." Guo Jing hesitated, feeling deeply pained by my misunderstanding, and
his voice trembled with emotion.

Huang Rong waved her hand, telling him to be quiet, and asked, "Did your mother
tell ?"

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

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

I replied, "The old man spoke with a smile, but he had no hair; he was probably too old and
bald . Oh, and when he hugged me, I saw a diamond-shaped scar on his head, like he'd been bitten by something
."

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

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

Huang Rong sighed and said, "Ah, child, actually, it's like this..."

Then, Huang Rong was forced to launch into her usual saga, from the snowy night in Niujia Village, the deaths of Guo Xiaotian and Yang Tiexin, to
Qiu Chuji and the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan making a bet at the Misty Rain Pavilion in Jiaxing, all the way to Guo and Yang's meeting in Zhongdu, Mu Nianci's martial arts contest for marriage, and Yang Kang's refusal to acknowledge his own father, not only recognizing a thief as his father but also
repeatedly harming Guo Jing,
and finally, the deaths of the Six Heroes at his hands...

At this point, Ke Zhen'e beside her was grinding his steel staff until it creaked, clearly seething with resentment. However, he couldn't vent his anger on this inherently good and righteous old blind man, so he could only grapple with his own feelings. 　　"I don't believe you, you're lying to me! My father isn't like that." I continued to feign ignorance, perfectly portraying the image of a boy despairing after his idol's shattering. 　　Huang Rong continued, "The facts are right before our eyes. That old man you mentioned is also a very wicked person. I suppose you didn't tell him your true identity, did you?" 　　I nodded, "When I went to sweep my mother's grave, he asked me who I was. My mother told me that my family has a great enemy and that I shouldn't easily reveal my identity in the future. So I told him I was a neighbor, helping to sweep the grave." 　　Huang Rong and her husband exchanged a glance, thinking: What a cunning young man. 　　"Guo'er, all these years, your Aunt Guo and I have searched so hard for you and your son..." Guo Jing could n't his excitement and stepped forward to hug me tightly. 　　I gently pulled away from his embrace and said, "I don't believe what you're saying without real evidence." 　　Ke Zhen'e slammed his steel cane down and shouted, "If you want proof, I'll give you proof." 　　The group hurriedly set off, taking a large cart to Qixia Temple. Along the way, I didn't say a word, just stared Guo Jing. Guo Jing wasn't offended at all; on the contrary, he was impressed by my filial piety and backbone. 　　Huang Rong's expression softened considerably. She took out another pill and handed me her water pouch. I stubbornly turned my head away, refusing to look at her, but I knew my plan to smooth things over had largely worked. At least speaking openly had lowered Huang Rong's guard considerably. 　　Wu Sanniang took the pill and urged me to take it, which I reluctantly agreed to. 　　Huang Rong then reached out to take my pulse, while Guo Jing asked with concern, "Rong'er, how is Guo'er ?" 　　Guo Jing was indeed an honest and kind man; I could tell my concern was genuine. I felt ashamed. Wasn't I taking advantage of an honest person? Although I despised Guo Jing's rigid adherence to rules, I admired his chivalry and knew he truly cared about me, his "Yang Guo," so my expression softened slightly. 　　"Brother Jing, you can rest assured. I've taken his pulse, and the toxins in his body have mostly been eliminated. There are only a few residual toxins in his muscles, but they will be completely eliminated in three to five days. He's fine." Although she was surprised that the poison had subsided so quickly, given our relationship, I certainly wouldn't tell her the whole truth, so I didn't press her further. 　　We traveled in silence for over an hour until we arrived at Qixia Temple on Woyun Mountain. The old Zen master, Kuye, was the junior brother of Master Jiaomu and one of the witnesses to the great battle between the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan and Qiu Chuji. He himself had indeed seen Duan Tiande kidnap Guo Jing's mother, Li Ping, and testified that the Guo and Yang families were old friends. Guo Jing, remembering his mother's suffering here , couldn't help but shed tears. 　　Seeing how seriously the old blind man was handling things, and with Guo Jing also weeping, I thought my act was almost over, but I remained silent, as if struggling and tormenting inside.

Ke Zhen'e led everyone to the Iron Spear Temple, the very spot where Yang Kang's body lay buried. He recounted how he
hid behind the statue, how Huang Rong used the simple-minded girl to expose Yang Kang's killing of Ouyang Ke, and how Yang Kang, attempting to kill Huang Rong to silence her, was accidentally
poisoned by the snake venom on her soft armor, resulting in his death at the Iron Spear Temple. He told the whole story, and I
pretended not to believe him, but I was actually very conflicted and wavering.

At Yang Kang's grave, I couldn't help but shed two crocodile tears, hugging the tombstone and
crying my heart out, thinking it was a way to mourn my 21st-century youth. Lost in thought, I couldn't help but
burst into tears.

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

Seeing my beggar's clothes, Third Sister feared even the waiter at the Misty Rain Pavilion might look down on me,
so she gave me some of Da Wu and Xiao Wu's clothes to make do. But I was tall and thin, while Da Wu and Xiao Wu were the same size as the short and stocky Wu Santong, making the clothes look
rather comical on me. Left with no other choice, after everyone was settled, Third Sister led me to the street to buy clothes.
I behaved myself properly the whole way, afraid of embarrassing Third Sister.

After we bought the clothes and returned to the inn, Third Sister tipped the waiter some silver coins, asking him to prepare
bathwater . Seeing the silver, the waiter did as she was told.

While climbing the stairs, Third Sister suddenly felt dizzy and almost collapsed, quickly
reaching out to grab the stair railing.

"Third Sister, what's wrong?" I whispered, pulling Third Sister close from behind. A rich, sweet
fragrance wafted into my nostrils, instantly reminding me of the time I sucked the poison out of her, the scent of her intimate parts. My arm
brushed against the edge of her firm, high breasts, my lower abdomen pressed against her ample buttocks. Even through our
clothes , it was still incredibly hot, and I began to arouse myself.

"No...don't do this, someone will see us." Third Sister's face flushed crimson. She hadn't expected
to have such a close encounter with the young man before her so soon. Was all of this a preordained arrangement by fate?

Third Sister could easily imagine how indecent they looked. She tried to struggle, but
due to her lingering injuries and the exhaustion from helping me, the remaining poison had taken effect, leaving her completely powerless.

I could feel that the beauty in my arms was in terrible condition, and I could see the constant pointing and
whispering downstairs.

"Third Sister, are you alright?" I helped her upstairs, asking again with concern.

"No, I'm just a little tired. I'll be fine after a night's rest. Let go of me." She noticed the people downstairs
were already gossiping and subtly brushed my hand away.

Chapter Eleven: Ouyang's Counterattack, I Have No Intention to Go With You
Apprenticeship, Huang Rong is a Good Backer

The gossip among the diners downstairs grew louder and louder, and the content became more and more explicit and vulgar. I've really broadened
my . No wonder the content of Chinese people's curses is so rich after a thousand years. It turns out it's all
passed down from our ancestors.

As the saying goes, public opinion can melt metal, and accumulated slander can destroy bones. The gossip of others is the most hurtful. I could clearly feel that
although Third Sister could stand up, her body was still trembling. I took a step forward and picked Third Sister up in my arms.

"No, put me down quickly." Being suddenly picked up by me, she felt shy and almost fainted, and said in a panic.

Only then did I realize that although she had been a mother for many years, she was still as shy as a young girl. That innocent look
only made my blood rush, which I barely managed to suppress.

"Third Sister, don't listen to these idle men gossiping. You're injured, why worry about so many irrelevant things
? I'll carry you back to your room," I said softly, though I was secretly thrilled, I had to pretend
to be righteous .

"Ah! No...no, I can walk by myself."

I felt hot, but Third Sister was even hotter than me. When I hugged her from behind, her plump buttocks were pressed against my
firm abdomen. My body heat made Third Sister feel burning hot. A moment later, the man's thing quickly...
head, heading straight for the woman's buttocks...

The moment that big thing bounced against her buttocks, the thick feeling made Third Sister tremble. She thought, this is not
something a child should have. No wonder people say that poor children mature early... She felt like her soul was about to fly away
, and she quickly stopped me from doing this, struggling to stand on her own two feet.

I sighed. This wasn't exactly a good place to seduce a married woman. Just then, Miss Guo heard
my voice and ran out of her room: "Brother Yang, is that you back?"

Wu Sanniang quickly caught up, putting some distance between us, afraid that little Guo Fu would see something. I
smiled helplessly. Even after confessing my feelings, this respectable woman wasn't so easy to seduce.

Little Guo Fu was very pretty, and she was especially clingy to me from the very beginning, clearly because she hadn't had many playmates growing up.
It's a pity that I'm only a teenager with the mind of a twenty-something, and I just couldn't muster any wicked
interest . On the other hand, Wu's two short sons were drooling and snotty, running around Miss Guo like crazy—
a real pair of silly, good-for-nothing rascals.

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

Seeing Miss Guo's shy little appearance, I thought to myself, "This little girl is already smitten at such a young age, hehe...
It's a pity that the little apple is too unripe; it will have to be ripened for another five or six years before it can be picked.

" Although my clothes were a bit plain, they were much better than those beggar's clothes. At the dinner table,
Guo Jing and Huang Rong saw that they had changed their clothes. Between their brows, they actually resembled Yang Kang by six points, but without his frivolous and
dissolute air. The other three points were very similar to Mu Nianci, which made the sentimental Guo Jing gratified and unable to help but shed tears.

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

I subtly stepped aside, clearly implying that I wasn't that familiar with him, which made Guo Jing quite embarrassed. Huang Rong
smiled slightly, knowing that I still had some reservations, but had basically accepted my origins, and that's when she asked...
The matter weighing on her mind: "Just now, Third Sister mentioned that you passed out after sucking out the poison for her.
How ?"

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

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

"I struggled to the lakeside and wanted to hide in the pond. I thought that if I couldn't bear it, I would just jump into the lake!"

Guo and Huang, as well as Ke Zhen'e, all believed me. Hearing my arduous story, they couldn't help but feel sorry for me. Guo Jing kept
piling food into my bowl.

I gave the goose leg he had given me to Third Sister, smiling, and said, "Third Sister lost so much blood today,
she should replenish herself."

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

I continued, "Later, I fainted on a large rock on the shore. When I woke up, a
strange man standing upside down insisted on asking me where his son was. I didn't recognize him at all, but he seemed odd
, so I said, 'Save me first, and I'll tell you where your son is.' Seeing I was about to die
, he did this, then this…" I demonstrated a few movements, just
like when Ouyang Feng helped Yang Guo detoxify in the original story. I didn't know how to describe it, so I used gestures.

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

"I was about to speak when he heard birdsong in the sky. I saw it—it was
the call of you two eagles. He said he'd come back for me, and then he walked away upside down," I said, half-truthfully. Even Huang Rong
couldn't the flaw in my words.

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

"Thankfully, Guo'er is alright. Master, don't worry, we still have a chance to catch him," Guo Jing urged. "Guo'er
, come back to Peach Blossom Island with us. Uncle Guo will definitely pass on all his knowledge to you…"

Guo Jing was interrupted by Huang Rong before he could finish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's fine with me, but it's best to ask Senior Brother Wu first," Guo Jing
said after a moment's thought.

Wu San Niang looked at Huang Rong with a troubled expression, seeking her help.

"He's so unpredictable, who knows when we'll find him? Sister-in-law Wu
can make the decisions too," Huang Rong, though she loved to undermine Wu Santong, thought it was ultimately for the good of the Wu family, so she
stepped in to advise him.

"In that case, we have no choice," Guo Jing said, lacking in assertiveness in small matters. Since his wife agreed, he
had no objections.

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

The two Wu brothers were overjoyed upon hearing this. Whether they could learn Guo Jing and Huang Rong's skills was secondary;
the most important thing was that they could be with Miss Guo every day from now on.

Da Wu, Wu Dunru, looks somewhat like Wu Santong. He's fourteen this year,
a but short and stocky. Xiao Wu, Wu Xiuwen, looks like his
mother, San Niang. He's a year younger than his brother and quite handsome, though it's still unclear whether he'll be as short as his father.

Guo Jing personally promised Wu San Niang that once they returned to Peach Blossom Island, he would hold an apprenticeship ceremony for the younger ones, formally accepting
us as his disciples.

The waiter brought out steaming hot food, and everyone sat together, enjoying a relatively harmonious dinner.

Chapter Twelve: Nighttime Discussion, Huang Rong Wary of the Younger Son Promoting
the Family Line, Guo Jing's Preference for Sons Over Daughters

In Room Number One of the Heavenly Rank, the honest Guo Jing was washing his wife's feet.

Huang Rong's calves were gracefully curved, her unbound feet a delicate four inches long, her toes like white jade powdered,
her boneless arches soft and smooth to the touch. Guo Jing

had been touching her for over a decade, yet he never tired of it. At this moment, Huang Rong was extremely comfortable from the touch and couldn't help but moan softly. Guo Jing wrung out a towel and
wiped clean, asking, "Rong'er, are you unhappy that I've taken Guo'er as my disciple? I saw
you seemed to have something to say to me earlier."

They were indeed a couple who had lived together for ten years; they knew each other too well.

Huang Rong waited until Guo Jing returned with the foot-washing water before whispering, "Brother Jing, I'm thinking it's
best not to let Guo'er follow in our footsteps. This life of wandering the martial world is always unsettling. It would be better if we provided him with food and clothing, and let
him study diligently. If he passes the imperial examinations and has a stable life, it would be a way of repaying Sister Mu."

"Are you afraid Guo'er will go astray like his father?" Guo Jing asked with a smile.

Huang Rong thought for a moment and said, "Yang Kang was only a minor villain at first, but after experiencing so much, he
could never turn back. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up being so wicked and abandoned by everyone. Thinking about it now,
I can't help but feel sorry for Sister Mu. I think this child is kind by nature and his character is impeccable, but he lacks discipline
in . In addition, he still has this knot in his heart regarding us. I'm afraid that if I don't properly guide
him, he could easily follow in his father's footsteps."

Guo Jing chuckled and said, "You said it yourself, good and evil are intertwined, it depends on how we teach him. If we
are strict with him, he naturally won't go astray. Alas... Over the years, I have always felt guilty towards
Uncle Tiexin for not taking good care of my second brother. The Yang family spear is Uncle Tiexin's life's work and the pride of their Yang family. I
can't let the Yang family's martial arts be lost, so he must learn martial arts."

Guo Jing is a kind-hearted man, so he naturally assumed that I was as kind-hearted as him and had high hopes for me.

Huang Rong sensed something was off,
but
couldn't quite put her finger on it. If she had to pinpoint it, it was that this boy was too mature for his age, too shrewd for a fifteen-year-old. There were things a wife couldn't say openly to her husband; she had to keep them to herself.

He hid too much, too deeply. Perhaps it was because he had suffered so much since childhood, making him
wary , she thought. But she never imagined that the person in her body was actually
someone who had traveled from another time.

Guo Jing sighed, "It's a pity we don't have a son. Otherwise, I could have
passed on all my skills to him and Guo'er, so they could compare and help each other improve."

Oh! Who said Guo Jing was simple-minded? He had a brilliant mind hidden beneath his honest exterior.

"Oh, no wonder you like Guo'er so much! You're just upset that I didn't give you a son!"
Huang Rong felt wronged, extremely wronged, upon hearing this. How could she blame me for not having a son? " If you're going to blame someone, you can only blame your
family's bad feng shui," Huang Rong said. "I didn't give you a son, but I did give you a daughter. Fu'er can't compare to
boys ,

but I think my daughter is just as good as that little monkey." Guo Jing chuckled upon hearing this. Everyone says that children are the best in their own family, but his unruly daughter couldn't compare to Guo'er's
sensible nature. Seeing his wife's anger, he quickly smiled apologetically, "I'm not complaining that you didn't give me a son. Our daughter
is so adorable, so please don't be angry."

Huang Rong's anger subsided a bit. She knew that Guo Jing's family had only had one son for three generations, and she and Guo Jing had been married for over ten years, yet
they only had one daughter. As Mrs. Guo, she also felt the pressure.

Lord Meng Zongzheng, the garrison commander of Xiangyang, had repeatedly urged Guo Jing to take concubines. If she hadn't stood firm, and
Guo Jing hadn't succumbed one day and taken a few concubines, and if they had really given the Guo family a son, she would
have been truly ashamed. "Sigh, Sister Mu, you're still better than me. You gave birth to a son, which is better than me giving birth to a
daughter ."

"Brother Jing, we're still young. If you really want a son, I... I'll give you one."
Huang Rong lowered her eyes, her voice shy and demure, just like on their wedding night.

Guo Jing stepped forward and grasped her smooth, fragrant shoulders, saying, "Rong'er, you're so good. Then tonight, we'll have to work hard
."

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

"Well, I don't have any concubines. Those were just Meng Shuai's jokes. Heaven above, if I, Guo Jing, have
wronged Rong'er in the slightest, may I be struck by lightning!"

Huang Rong quickly turned around and raised her hand to cover Guo Jing's mouth. Guo Jing took the opportunity to gently kiss her palm.

Huang Rong giggled and withdrew her hand, saying, "When did you learn to be so dishonest!" Her cheeks flushed,
both shy and happy, her expression extremely captivating. Guo Jing's heart surged with excitement, and he slowly pulled her into his arms...

Chapter Thirteen: Old Man Ouyang, I said your name is Ximen Qing .
Hey you two next door, could you please keep your voices down?

Red candles hung high in the guest room, the curtains were drawn low, and the air was thick with the scent of spring. Everything was just right.
Guo Jing held his wife, his gaze burning and intense. Pretty Huang Rong's eyes were slightly closed, her cheeks flushed, her breasts heaving,
anticipating her husband's advances.

Guo Jing loosened his grip, climbed onto the embroidered couch, knelt beside his wife, and reached out to caress her smooth, supple legs
as if touching jade. He stroked them gently, and then, overcome with passion, slowly thrust into his wife's body...

Waves surged, the air thick with spring's passion. Next door, I heard the couple's conversation gradually subside, knowing they were
diligently trying to conceive.

Jealousy welled up inside me, and I pulled the covers over my head, trying not to listen. But the noise from next door grew louder and louder. Huang Rong's moans
were suppressed, but Guo Jing's breathing quickly became rapid and labored. The bed creaked and shook, creating
a symphony that annoyed me and kept me tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I banged on the bed and yelled, "Can you two be a little quieter?" The noise

from next door immediately subsided, though I could still hear a few snickers. I figured it was probably Huang Rong, always the one who loves to laugh.
Poor children mature early; she guessed that at my age I already had some understanding of matters between men and women, and given
my own anxieties with my husband, she didn't seem to mind.

The noise lessened, and the activity quickly stopped. I couldn't help but maliciously wonder if Guo Jing, despite his apparent strength
, was actually a mere wax figure. I still couldn't sleep. Since transmigrating, I've encountered beauties of all ages, some already
married and mothers, others little girls, while my own body is still malnourished. But thankfully,
the nutrition from that body is sufficient. Sigh… it seems I'll have to wear this virgin's hat for another two years.

Other women's husbands get to enjoy their milk, while I can only swallow my saliva, not even daring to peek. Thinking of Huang Rong's
constant wariness of me, if this continues, I won't learn any martial arts and will be banished to the Quanzhen Sect? I guess I brought this on myself; I overdid it.
But I also consoled myself: being able to go to Zhongnan Mountain to train Little Dragon Girl wouldn't be bad…

Just as I was feeling depressed and restless, unable to sleep, I suddenly remembered what Ouyang Feng said: "At midnight, at the Shipo Mountain God Temple."

I looked at the sky; it was just past midnight. I got up, put on my clothes and shoes, and quietly prepared to slip out along the window
sill and pillars . But then I thought again, and a plan formed in my mind. I took off my boots again,
lay down on the bed, and went to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but I heard two creaking sounds from the roof. My years of military service had honed my reflexes…
I sprang out of bed, warily surveying my surroundings, thinking, "Finally!"

A figure descended from the eaves, headfirst, feet first—it was Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison I'd met during the day. He
swayed , as if he might collapse at any moment. I was terrified and tried to support him, but he grabbed my shoulder
and covered my mouth with his other hand.

This was a true master! Seven years of grappling, free fighting, and hard qigong training
hadn't given .

"Child, don't be afraid, Father has come to take you away," Ouyang Feng said, gently
placing the roof.

I thought to myself, "This is exactly what I've been waiting for!" I stretched out my leg and kicked a tile off the eaves, sending it
sliding down and shattering.

Hearing the noise, Guo Jing in the west wing called out in a low voice, "Who's there?" followed by the sound of hurriedly dressing
.

Knowing their whereabouts had been exposed, and deeply fearful of Guo Jing and his wife—clearly, the old man had been badly beaten by the simpleton
years ago , leaving him insane—Ouyang Feng, though he couldn't remember Guo Jing, still remembered
that fear.

Ouyang Feng dared not linger, immediately grabbing me and running at breakneck speed, a mere blink of an eye. I tried to
struggle, but the old poisoner's iron arms held me like vipers. My mouth was covered; if I could
speak, I would have cursed Guo Jing: "Fuck you, you big idiot Guo! Even getting dressed is so slow
! Did you run out of energy from exercising with Huang Rong earlier? You're such a coward!"

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

Knowing how formidable Ouyang Feng was, I was terrified. It wasn't that I was afraid of death, but I remembered in Jin
Yong's books, Ouyang Feng was a master of snake handling and venom. The thought of being bitten to death by thousands of snakes sent
chills down even my special forces hero's spine.

When I read *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, I thought Ouyang Feng, who loved snakes so much, must be an Indian. But
Jin Yong clearly stated that Ouyang Feng was from White Camel Mountain in the Western Regions. India is south of Tibet, separated from the Western Regions by thousands of miles
, right? However, in Jin Yong's books, Hua Zi is a snake handling expert, the Five Poisons Sect members are snake handling experts,
Ouyang Feng of White Camel Mountain is a snake handling expert, and Liang Ziweng, who digs ginseng in Northeast China, is also a snake handling expert. It seems Jin Yong was
quite the conman...

Ouyang Ke's mother, that mysterious woman called Thirteen Sister, the woman with whom Ouyang Feng had a rumored uncle-in-law relationship—I seriously
doubt if she was Indian. Otherwise, where did Ouyang Feng learn his snake handling skills?

In the Song Dynasty, adultery between an uncle and his sister-in-law was not something anyone dared to do. Otherwise, Wu Song and Jinlian
would have been entangled in a bed long ago. Yet Ouyang Feng's sister-in-law dared to seduce him, which suggests that she was very likely a bold and
open- foreign friend. "

Dad, I..." I stammered. I was really embarrassed to call Ouyang Feng "Dad." If I didn't, I was afraid that this old madman would go crazy and unleash a few snakes to bite me. So I reluctantly called him "Dad. 　　" "Son! Tell me how our family is doing now?" Ouyang Feng asked eagerly. 　　"I... Dad, I..." I said hastily, "My name is Ximen Ke! Your name is Ximen Qing, do you remember?" 　　Ouyang Feng muttered to himself in confusion, "Ke'er... Ximen Qing..." 　　In his memory, the name "Ke'er" was extremely familiar. He vaguely remembered that the character "Xi" had a deep connection with him. Suddenly, he roared to the sky, "Hahaha... Indeed, only a name is worthy of me, Ximen Qing..." 　　I was stunned. How could Ximen Qing be considered a name of taste? A name that sounded like it deserved to be struck by lightning. Let me look again... Hmm, actually you should be called Lightning Rod. 　　"Then, child, you are my son Ximen Ke? You are Ke'er." 　　"Father, my name is now Yang Guo..." 　　"How can you be called Yang Guo? You are my son, Ximen Ke." 　　Ouyang Feng seemed to have decided on the name "Ke". 　　I had no choice but to continue making up a story: "It's like this, you've been away from home for many years. A few years ago, our family had an enemy, the Ouyang family. The head of the Ouyang family is called Ouyang Zhenhua... Our whole family was killed. I used the alias Yang Guo to escape the Ouyang family's pursuit." I thought to myself, Yang Guo is indeed my alias, I didn't lie to you. 　　"My dear child, you've suffered so much. Over the years, your father has devoted himself to cultivating martial arts, but I never expected our family to suffer such a calamity. You don't need to be afraid anymore. From now on, you can follow your father with dignity, and we'll wipe out the Ouyang family." The name Ouyang struck him even more deeply, making him even more convinced of his true identity. 　　"This... Father, the Ouyang family is a large clan. As the saying goes, 'Even two fists can't beat four hands.' Even if you, Father, possess unparalleled martial arts skills, you'd still have to avoid thirty or fifty masters, wouldn't you? As for me, I haven't had time to properly learn martial arts over the years, and my foundation is too weak. If I follow you, I'm afraid they won't be able to defeat you and will all turn to me, becoming a burden to you." I continued to deceive him. 　　"Nonsense! We, father and son, have finally had a chance to reunite. How could I leave you alone? However, your martial arts are indeed lacking. Don't be afraid, I will personally teach you the most superior martial arts in the world!" With that, he began to demonstrate the Toad Style. 　　I had my own martial arts foundation, and although I only understood a little, it was far superior to what Yang Guo in the original story had learned Occasionally, I would ask some questions, but whenever I got to the key points, Ouyang Feng would become even more frantic as he got into it. 　　"Ke'er, come and see the Toad Style that your father has comprehended over the years." With that, Ouyang Feng squatted down, lay on the ground, and croaked three times like a toad. Then, he suddenly leaped into the air, thrusting out with both palms. With a loud " boom," a large tree more than ten feet away was shattered, sending dust and debris flying everywhere for a long time . 　　Seeing this, I suddenly thought of the Fire Cloud Evil God from Stephen Chow's movie "Kung Fu Hustle." Could it be based on Ouyang Feng? This Toad Kung Fu is a bit ugly, not as flashy as the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, but its power is quite frightening, almost like carrying a rocket on your shoulder. 　　"How is it? Daddy's Toad Kung Fu is powerful, isn't it? Using the internal energy cultivation method I just taught you, and what I just..."

"You should try the moves I just demonstrated." Ouyang Feng said to me with a smile.

Chapter Fourteen: Successful Deception, Ouyang Feng Wants to Pass on Divine Skills
On Peach Blossom Island, Studying for the Future Again

Huh? I, I can't do this! I just memorized the incantation, how could I know any internal energy! I
was depressed.

"What's wrong? Ke'er, why aren't you doing anything? Do you look down on your father's martial arts?"

"No. Father, I don't have internal energy!" Looking at the fierce look in Ouyang Feng's eyes, I
trembled and could only continue to make up a story: "I was hit by a palm strike from someone from the Ouyang family back then, and all my internal energy was lost
. I haven't recovered from the internal injury yet."

Ouyang Feng looked at me, his eyes were dazed, and his face became more kind. Completely
bewildered Ouyang Feng suddenly embraced me and wept bitterly, "My poor child, it's all your father's fault. If
I hadn't left home back then, how could the Ximen family have been bullied to this extent by Ouyang? But don't be afraid,
your father has a way to give you unparalleled martial arts skills immediately."

As he spoke, Ouyang Feng gently pressed his palm against my crown, and a warm current flowed into my body through his palm,
reaching every limb and bone, making my whole body feel warm and comfortable. "Can you feel the flow of true energy? Use the
mental cultivation method your father taught you, this is the method of circulating qi, you must understand it well."

I dared not be negligent, knowing that Ouyang Feng was helping me temper my body, I immediately activated the Toad Stance mental cultivation method that Ouyang Feng had taught me,
guiding the true energy in my body to circulate through the meridians. It seemed that powerful forces were surging in every part of my body,
making me feel warm and full of energy.

I don't know how much time had passed, but Ouyang Feng finally slowly withdrew his palm. Knowing I had succeeded, I stopped my practice and
looked back at Ouyang Feng. He was sweating profusely, his face pale, and his wrinkles were much more pronounced,
making him look ten years older. Ouyang Feng stopped me from asking further questions: "Father, it's alright. I just helped you
expand your meridians and cured your chronic diarrhea. Quickly try circulating your qi and see if
it flows smoothly."

Seeing Ouyang Feng's eager expression, I couldn't bear to argue with him, so I sat cross-legged again and began circulating my qi. Originally, I
just wanted to pretend to rest, but when I truly entered a meditative state, I discovered that my internal qi was surging,
originating from the Danzhong acupoint, flowing through the Hand Shaoyang, Hand Taiyang, Foot Yangming, and Foot Shaoyang meridians, returning to the Dantian. This sensation was something my
previous superficial qi cultivation could not achieve. I knew that my Ren meridian was now unblocked.

Ouyang Feng scratched his head and said, "Father first helped you familiarize yourself with the cultivation path and opened your meridians. I was worried your
body couldn't handle it, so I also transferred 20% of my internal energy to you. This method is very safe, and you don't need to worry about it affecting your future
cultivation progress."

In my previous life, I was a soldier. Soldiers are all straightforward; if you're good to me, I'll be good to you. Besides, I
know Ouyang Feng is sincere towards Yang Guo, and now he's treating me wholeheartedly, considering everything from "my"
perspective. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty for teasing Ouyang Feng earlier.

I don't have any blood feud with Ouyang Feng. Seeing him go to such lengths to transfer 20% of his internal energy to me...
20% of the internal energy of a seventy-year-old Ouyang Feng! What does that even mean? Now, even if I can't compare to Qiu Chuji, at least I
should be able to defeat two Zhao Zhijings, right?

"Father!" I knelt down before Ouyang Feng, hugged his legs, and squeezed out two tears.

"For so many years, your son has been bullied. He's missed his father terribly!" There was no way around it; the act had to
continue. Although there was a sentimental element, I called him "father" willingly.

In the Song Dynasty, there was no television, and even opera troupes were rare. Ouyang Feng, of course, didn't know what an actor was or what
an Oscar .

Although Ouyang Feng was mad, he wasn't confused. He realized I willingly called him "father," and he laughed and shouted with joy
, as if he had found a treasure. He said to me happily, "Good boy, good son, you are truly my
good son." He hugged me and shouted, his voice filling the entire night sky.

He had made many children call him "father" before, but the children's mothers always scolded him for being indecent and trying to take advantage. Over
the years , only I had ever called him "father." I remained silent, thinking, Yang Kang died at your hands; now you're being nice to me,
it's just retribution.

"Dad, why is my little penis so swollen?" I've been worried about this all afternoon. Now
my penis is swollen like a statue. I'm thinking, if I can't pee, I don't want my nickname to be melamine.
If I can't have children in the future, I'll haunt you even as a ghost.

"It's alright. Toxins are naturally expelled from the genitals. A boy's urine can cure all poisons. Go back and pee a few times, and the remaining toxins
will be cleared away. There won't be any aftereffects." Ouyang Feng patted his chest and said, "Besides, if you
practice according to Dad's method, your endowment will become more and more robust." Ouyang Feng said lewdly.

Ah? There's such a good thing? I already have a lot of endowment now. When I get older, I'll have to change my surname to Niu or
Ma, haha...

Time passed quickly. According to the original script, Guo Jing's call came over.

Ouyang Feng's expression shifted uncertainly. He didn't want to see Guo Jing and Huang Rong, so he said, "My dear son, you're
tired too. Go back and rest. I'll teach you another day! Don't tell anyone about me teaching you martial arts. After
some time, once you've digested this two-tenths of your inner strength, I'll find a way to find you and teach you unparalleled martial arts! Then,
father and son working together, we can go anywhere in the world!"

"Then you must be careful, Father."

The old man and the young boy parted ways, and I followed the sound to join Guo Jing and Huang Rong .

Guo Jing saw that I was unharmed and hugged me tightly, saying, "Guo'er, did Ouyang Feng kidnap you?
Are you injured? Let Uncle Guo take a look."

"Uncle Guo!" I suddenly knelt down and burst into tears.

Guo Jing was completely bewildered and quickly helped me up, and together with Huang Rong, they brushed
the dirt off my knees.

"Good child, don't be afraid, your uncle is here. Don't be scared anymore, the bad guys are gone." Guo Jing thought I was
frightened by the bad guys and quickly comforted me.

In my heart, I cried out: You just finished having sex and haven't even showered before trying to hug me, get lost… I cried helplessly, "
No … I misunderstood Uncle Guo, I deserve to die…" Saying this, I slapped myself.

Guo Jing was stunned. Huang Rong was stunned too. Even the clever and quick-witted Huang Rong couldn't guess what was wrong with this child.
"What?

" I said slowly, "Aunt Guo said that my father was killed by a man named Ouyang Ke's
relatives in revenge. I also vaguely heard Eunuch Ke say that he suspected the strange man who kidnapped me was my great enemy,
Ouyang Feng. I didn't expect him to bring me here. I saw that he was acting crazy, so I pretended to be Ouyang Ke and he
told me all the details from back then. I also understood everything that happened back then..."

Guo Jing and Huang Rong felt a pang of sorrow. They never thought that good and evil would come to an end, and that fate was predetermined. Fifteen years later, they returned
to the Iron Spear Temple and finally resolved the three-generation feud between the Guo and Yang families.

Guo Jing, his eyes brimming with tears, supported me with trembling hands, saying, "Second Brother, are you watching us? Are you there?
Come out and see your elder brother! I'm so sorry, I didn't take good care of you back then, and I let Guo'er wander for so
many years! Uncle Tiexin, Second Brother, Guo Jing promises you, I will raise Guo'er to adulthood and make him
a true man!"

His promise was simple and unadorned, yet it showed his deepest affection. Even Huang Rong, who was present, felt as if she saw divine
protection, and that the ancestors of the Guo and Yang families were watching us from heaven. She couldn't help but silently offer her prayers.

I thought to myself, we've finally overcome this hurdle.

Seeing the three of us return safely, everyone was relieved. After I explained what had happened,
they all realized that it was Yang Kang's act of atonement that had brought about this miracle. I then solemnly apologized to Ke Zhen'e and begged for
his . Ke Zhen'e originally only hated Yang Kang and Ouyang Feng. Seeing my sincere repentance on behalf of my father and liking my
character, he choked up and helped me up, thus resolving this feud with me.

Huang Rong, ever attentive, worried I might catch a cold, so she placed her right hand on my wrist: "Hmm? Strange! How come you
have such a strong internal energy?" Guo Jing also came over to examine me: "That's right, this internal energy is deep and pure; it seems one couldn't cultivate such refined internal energy

without forty or fifty years of practice." 　　I already had a plan, so I said, "Uncle Guo, actually it's like this... He thought I was possessed by his son, so he insisted I go with him. I wanted to run away but couldn't, and I couldn't beat him in a fight. He asked me who he was, and seeing that he was confused and couldn't remember his own name, I made up a story that his surname was Ximen, but the Ximen family was destroyed by the Ouyang family, so he wanted to drag me along to find the Ouyang family. I also said that I didn't know martial arts and would be a burden to him, so he passed on this ." 　　I finished speaking without blinking or blushing, and Guo Jing was already nodding repeatedly. 　　Huang Rong whispered to Guo Jing, "Guo'er is probably telling the truth." 　　She carefully observed my every move and noticed that apart from a hint of fear in my eyes, I showed no remorse . On the contrary, I looked directly into her and Guo Jing's eyes as I spoke with righteous indignation. Remembering that Ke Zhen'e had told about my clever maneuvering to delay Li Mochou, she concluded that I possessed great courage and admired my quick wit. 　　The next day, the group returned to Ke Zhen'e's old house to pay respects to the Six Heroes of Jiangnan, who had passed away many years ago. Fearing further harassment from Ouyang Feng , they hired a boat early and sailed back to Peach Blossom Island. 　　Damn, I'm rich now! When I first set foot on Peach Blossom Island, I was greeted by endless peach orchards, verdant mountains in the distance, and beautiful, secluded valleys. I could almost hear the murmuring of water. 　　Wow! This life is truly something only the wealthy can enjoy. Villas, orchards, mountains, water, and even yachts… Hahaha, here comes my happy life! 　　Early in the morning, I washed away my fatigue, bathed, tied my hair, and dressed. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw bright eyebrows and starry eyes, a face as beautiful as jade, a tall hat and wide belt, long sideburns hanging down – I looked so dashing. I admired myself for a while, very , before finally leaving the room. 　　"Brother Yang, are you up?" A clear voice came from behind, tinged with surprise. 　　"Sister Fu, what brings you here?" I hurried forward. 　　Miss Guo had already come quickly with small steps, carrying a bamboo basket filled with steaming food – clearly she had brought me lunch. Beside Miss Guo was little Cheng Ying; the two had obviously become good friends. 　　"Fu-mei, slow down. Brother Yang, Uncle Guo is waiting for you in the flower hall. He wants you to see him after you finish eating." Cheng Ying is the same age as me, only a few months younger. However, since her cousin has become a disciple of the Eastern Heretic, her position on Peach Blossom Island has become quite awkward. Guo Jing usually values etiquette, so he has no intention of taking her as a disciple. 　　"Fu-mei, Ying-mei, you are too kind." I smiled and welcomed the two sisters into the house. Da Wu and Xiao Wu are probably with Third Sister, so they didn't come over. They originally used the name "Fu-mei," but I registered it first, so Guo Fu wouldn't allow them to call her that. 　　"No, these are all pastries made by my mother. I thought they tasted very good, so I brought them for you to try." In the morning light, Miss Guo's face was slightly red, making her look even more charming and lovely. 　　I ate with the two little girls, drooling as I ate. Sigh, what do you mean by "beautiful to behold"? It's just a pity my body is too small, otherwise I really want to [insert sexual act here] right now. I want to grow up, boohoo... 　　After finishing breakfast, I followed Guo Fu to the Bamboo Garden. Ke Zhen'e, Guo Jing, and Huang Rong were already sitting in the hall. I was about to reluctantly kneel and pay my respects to my revered master when Huang Rong spoke first: "Brother Jing, you've taken on so many disciples today, I'm quite envious. How about you let me have one?" 　　Guo Jing asked in surprise, "Rong'er is actually interested in taking on disciples today? Alright then, you can choose first." 　　I felt guilty, thinking, "Are you planning to play me again? I've put on a good show, suffered enough, and even used my looks to my advantage. I've been sexually harassed by Old Guo several times already, and you still won't let me go?" 　　Sure enough, Huang Rong turned to me and said, "Guo'er, why don't you become my disciple?" 　　"This..." Guo Jing hadn't expected his wife to compete with him for his darling, and he hesitated before saying, "Then what do you think, Guo'er?" 　　"Oh, shut!" Of course, I cursed inwardly. I asked with a bitter face, "Aunt Guo, can I learn from Uncle Guo?" 　　Huang Rong laughed, "You clever little devil, I know what you're thinking. You're afraid my skills aren't as good as your Uncle Guo's, afraid I won't teach you real skills, right?" She made me kneel in front of her and said kindly, "Don't worry, I promised your mother at the Iron Spear Temple that I would take good care of you and teach you to be a great hero, bringing glory to your Yang family. You can rest assured."

Huang Rong was speaking from the heart. After so many twists and turns, she saw that I was quick-witted, knowledgeable, and
had a good memory, which matched her own personality. So she really wanted to take me as her disciple and pass on all her skills to
me. Moreover, her husband was dull-witted; although he was exceptionally skilled, he might not be good at teaching disciples.
That's why she spoke up and took me as her disciple.

My eyes lit up, and I understood Huang Rong's meaning. I quickly kowtowed, "Greetings, Master! Greetings, Uncle Guo!"

Guo Jing, hearing his wife's touching words, smiled wryly and said, "Alright then, I will take Dunru, Xiuwen, and Fu'er
as my disciples!"

"Dad, I want to learn from Mom too!" Guo Fu immediately switched sides as soon as she saw me on Mom's side.

"We'll learn from Aunt Guo too!" The two simpletons, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, also chimed in.

Guo Jing's face fell, and he said sternly, "Stop fooling around! Do you think this is child's play? What kind of
behavior is this!"

Fortunately, Wu Sanniang wasn't there, or she might have fainted from anger.

Huang Rong smiled bitterly. Not only were the two Wu brothers incompetent, but their intentions were also impure; they were definitely not suitable disciples. However, she
had already promised Wu Sanniang and couldn't back out, so she could only say, "Your Uncle Guo is one of the top
masters in the world. His martial arts are most suitable for you to learn. You should quickly apologize to your master."
As she spoke she glared at her daughters.

Seeing this, Guo Fu knew she had caused trouble, stuck out her tongue, apologized to her father, and then led the two Wu brothers to pay respects to
their master .

Then the three of them paid respects to their grandmaster, Ke Zhen'e. I also joined in the fun, saying that I respected Ke Zhen'e's
character the most and also rushed to kowtow to him. Don't say I'm being shameless; flattery never fails, and taking a small loss is actually a big
gain. The difference in skill between the passive and the active approach was immediately apparent. Ke Zhen'e, who had been listening intently and disliked
the two fools, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, personally got up and helped me and Xiao Guo Fu to our feet, leaving his
two proper grand-disciples standing aside.

The next day was the day we officially began our apprenticeship. Xiao Guo Fu held my hand, skipping happily
ahead, while I followed behind, looking at the scenery around Peach Blossom Island and secretly nodding in approval.

This Huang Yaoshi was indeed well-versed in Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, and ingenious in construction. The pavilions, terraces,
waterside pavilions, and flowing streams on Peach Blossom Island were all exquisitely designed with unique craftsmanship. The island was fragrant with flowers and plants, green with trees
and clear with water, truly a beautiful place.

However… what was this empty space in front of us? Otherwise, people would say that Guo the Fool was "a cow chewing on a peony,
ruining the scenery ," setting up all sorts of weapons like swords, spears, and halberds in a perfectly good field, with several large stone locks on the side. Further away
, there's a haystack and a stable. Why didn't they just build a yurt? What a country bumpkin! I utterly
despise Guo Jing's aesthetic sense. Damn it, one day I'll
free .

"Today, on behalf of your grandfather, Yang Tiexin, I will pass on your family's ancestral spear technique to you! Watch carefully
." Guo Jing drew a bright silver spear from the weapon rack: "There are eight methods of spear fighting: chopping, covering, intercepting, blocking, lifting,
charging, leading, and picking! When making a move, don't seek speed, seek accuracy! Be steady! No move can deviate from these eight
most basic movements!"

Guo Jing and Huang Rong discussed that how could a descendant of the Yang family not know the Yang family spear technique? When Guo Jing was young, Ke Zhen'e, in order to fulfill
his bet with Qiu Chuji, had his fourth master, Quan Jinfa, specially teach him this Yang family spear technique. Therefore, this spear technique was
taught by Uncle Guo, and thus I am considered his disciple.

Guo Jing continued practicing: "Immovable as a mountain, swift as thunder! The foundation lies in the feet, the body follows the feet, the arms follow the body, the wrists
follow the arms, all united as one, the whole body a unified force. Twenty-three forms for mounted combat, nineteen forms for foot combat, twenty years to master the Pear Blossom Spear,
invincible throughout the world!"

Guo Jing imparted all the techniques and mental techniques to me, and even this battlefield fanatic was completely absorbed in learning.

I deeply understood my limited time, so besides practicing martial arts, I spent my days studying
the classics, history, philosophy, astronomy, medicine, and geography with Huang Rong. In my previous life, I was a top student at a military academy, and with
my photographic memory, I quickly mastered this knowledge.

My master did not disappoint me, and also showed me his two most treasured skills—the "Martial Arts Manual of Yue Fei" and
the "Tendon Changing and Bone Strengthening Chapter" of the Nine Yin Manual. For this, I was deeply grateful; others may not know the value of these two treasures,
but that doesn't mean I don't. Although the original text of Yue Fei's military treatise has been lost to posterity, its fame remains
unparalleled .

Now, having the opportunity to read Marshal Yue's military writings, I cherish this rare learning opportunity even more.
Every morning, I would voluntarily practice with Guo Jing to strengthen my body. Guo Jing and his wife saw all this
and secretly praised my thoughtfulness, feeling very gratified.

Chapter Fifteen: Three Years in a Hurry, Passing the Imperial Examination with Top Scholar
Ouyang's Night Visit, Setting Fire to White Camel Mountain

Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Master! Mistress! Eldest Brother has passed! Eldest Brother has passed!" Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen rushed into the room
in a panic , only to find familiar faces waiting for them. It was Guo Jing and his wife, Wu Sanniang, and
Ke Zhen'e, who was leaning on a cane.

The older, beautiful woman had her hair styled in a coiled bun, secured with a jade phoenix hairpin. Dressed in silver and white, her demeanor was serene and composed.
Her phoenix eyes were brimming with tears, and her skin, though white as snow, possessed an inner radiance. Her beauty was truly captivating, like
a bright pearl , pure and flawless.

This was none other than Wu San Niang, the mother of Da Wu and Xiao Wu. For years, she had lived with the others on Peach Blossom Island, free from the pressures of life. Not only had the ailments from years
of wandering been completely cured, but she now radiated a glow of beauty and charm. Her captivating smile
revealed a grace that was not far inferior to my master, Huang Rong.

"What's the rush? Explain yourself!" Guo Jing also stepped forward with a smile.

Three years ago, Xiao Cheng Ying was sent to Mount Hua to become
a disciple . Yue Kefeng was no ordinary man; he was the grandson of Yue Zhen, the youngest son of Prince Yue. He had given up the hereditary
title of Duke of E, which belonged to the imperial court, to become the head of the Mount Hua Sect.

"Master, Mistress, our eldest brother is on the list! He's the top scorer in the provincial examination! He's the top scholar of Jiaxing Prefecture!"

Wu Dunru exclaimed with a smile. For the past three years, the four of us had lived together, and my skills had improved dramatically, making me
the undisputed eldest brother among them. The two Wu brothers were completely under my tutelage. Just kidding, a reconnaissance company commander, training...
These two blockheads weren't exactly having an easy time.

"Senior Brother Da Wu, is what you're saying true?" A bright red figure flashed out from the back hall. It was
a young girl in her prime, with almond-shaped eyes that curved into a smile, a graceful figure, and was none other than
Miss Guo, whom the Da Wu brothers had secretly admired for three years.

Da Wu stared blankly at his dream girl, momentarily speechless. Xiao Wu, being more quick-witted,
continued , "Junior Sister, didn't you see it? That day at the inn, a large group of people came to welcome Senior Brother with all the banging and banging
. It was so lively! A huge bunch of people, blowing trumpets, setting off firecrackers... Senior Brother was all dressed up in red and colorful decorations. I didn't even see that
."

Guo Fu pouted and said, "It's all because Dad wouldn't let me go. Dad's blaming you. By the way, why didn't Big Brother
come back with you?"

"Senior Brother was invited by the Education Commissioner. He said he had some official business to attend to that evening and was afraid he wouldn't be able to get away. He told us
to come back to report the good news so that Master and Mistress wouldn't worry," Xiao Wu said.

"Heh heh, Guo'er has really brought glory to the Yang family this time." Guo Jing chose to ignore his daughter's
complaints. He wasn't good at arguing, especially since his daughter had two powerful backers who he couldn't afford to offend.

"That lad Guo'er is indeed intelligent and hardworking. It's also thanks to Rong'er's excellent teaching; otherwise, he wouldn't have
passed the imperial examination at such a young age and even become the top scholar." The speaker was Old Man Ke. He had just arrived on the island, since
all five of brothers had died there, so he never stayed there for long. This time, he
had come all the way here to wait for my imperial examination results.

In recent years, I've managed to keep the eccentric old blind man in line. As people get older, they always need something
to rely on. Ke Zhen'e wasn't inherently disliked; it was just that his eccentric temper made Guo Jing afraid of him, and he always behaved himself in front of him
. My master wasn't close to him either, but he still held a slight grudge. The younger generation didn't like
to get close to him, mainly because he looked frightening and wasn't friendly. In the end, I was
the only one left who would hang out with him. It was just me; we'd drink and boast together.

Grandpa Ke, born into the common people, loved this kind of life. Unfortunately, after the deaths of his siblings,
he lived alone in the world. Now, I've brought him back the joy he hadn't felt in years, and he's
become much more cheerful. He comes to the island more often, and his relationship with my master and the other children has grown
much . Guo Jing, seeing this, is quite pleased and grows even more fond of this son of his old friend.

"Guo'er greets Master, Uncle Guo! Greetings to Grandpa Ke!" Three days later, I finally returned to the island.

"Guo'er, get up and speak. Did you really pass the imperial examination with top honors?" My master's tone was filled with joy.

I looked around; sigh, it really is true that a day apart feels like three autumns. For the past three years, I've studied every day, and
almost every night I've been by my beautiful master's side, discussing poetry, literature, astronomy, and geography
. If it weren't for her constant company, I would
n't have been able to concentrate on studying the Four Books and Five Classics. And if it weren't for pleasing both my beloved and my mistress, I wouldn't have bothered taking the imperial examinations.

Guo Jing patted my shoulder with a smile: "Guo'er, Uncle Guo really didn't expect you to become the
top scholar in the prefecture. Hehe, our Guo and Yang families have produced quite a few military generals in our ancestors, but
a scholar with an official title like you is a first. You, you're very good!"

I knew that this blockhead Uncle Guo would only say "You're very good" when he was happy, so I was already used to it. "

It's all thanks to Master supervising Guo'er's studies; otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have gotten the lowest score." I remained
humble , kept a low profile, and kept a low profile. I wouldn't be complacent about being a top scholar; I had bigger
goals.

I saw Guo Fu standing to the side, gazing at me with tender affection, and continued, "Of course, I also want to thank Sister Fu
for adding incense and grinding ink for me every night..."

Guo Fu was delighted and lowered her head shyly.

I then saw Wu Sanniang looking at me with satisfaction and forced myself to say, "And there's also the credit for Sanniang often making me
midnight snacks... uh... Uncle Guo's daily earnest advice is also very important... and
the encouragement from Grandfather over the years... my two junior brothers have also helped me a lot." Damn it, I might as well

praise them all, everyone wants a good compliment. "

Guo'er knows how to be humble and cautious, he's really grown up, but he still needs to keep working hard and see if he can pass the imperial examination in three years, and it would be best if he could win a top scholar's wife for our little Fu'er." Ke Zhen'e laughed loudly from the side, leaning on his cane. 　　"Grandfather, if you laugh at Fu'er again, Fu'er won't make your favorite snacks to go with your wine anymore." Guo Fu was very shy and coquettishly hid behind her mother. 　　"Hehe, well, in three years, Guo'er will arrange for Fu'er to be betrothed to you." 　　Three years passed in a flash. No matter how hard Guo Jing worked, his master's belly just wouldn't grow big. He gradually gave up the idea of having a son. The couple devoted themselves to teaching me and had long regarded me as their future son-in-law.

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