The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

Yang Guo wore a light blue Taoist robe with a white shirt underneath.

At this moment, she was walking confidently and gracefully through the Taoist temple.

Li Mochou sought a high vantage point to observe the situation and did not follow any further.

After all, it would have been easy for Yang Guo to join the Quanzhen Sect.

As a result, Yang Guo was constantly being pointed at and gossiped about by a group of people along the way.

A voice was heard from the side path:

"Hey, do you know who this senior brother is a disciple of?"

Someone replied:

"How would I know? But this senior brother... he doesn't look very old, yet he has such an air of Taoist immortality. It seems he has achieved considerable success in his studies?"

Some busybodies approached Yang Guo and asked, "Brother Yang, may I ask which of your master's uncles you are, and which fellow disciple are you looking for?"

Yang Guo was puzzled as to where Qingming had gone, as the storeroom was no longer under his jurisdiction.

Yang Guo was worried about not having anyone to lead the way, so he was prepared to randomly select someone.

Seeing people approaching, he climbed up the pole as well.

"Junior brother, do you know where Qingming is?"

"Senior brother, you're looking for Master Qingming. He's no longer in the outer sect; he was taken in by our grandmaster long ago."

Yang Guo was dumbfounded. The little Taoist boy had leveled up?

Where is Lu Qingdu?

The man said, "I don't know what mistake Senior Brother Lu made, but Uncle Zhao punished him by making him copy scriptures and practice silent meditation."

"what?"

Is that really such a coincidence?

"Do you know where Grandmaster Sun is practicing?"

The people on the surrounding paths looked on in surprise.

A Taoist priest immediately said:

"I can tell at a glance that you're not from the Quanzhen Sect. Fellow disciples, form a battle formation."

Yang Guo stared blankly at the Taoist priests who had surrounded him.

He raised the Taoist tablet of purity and emptiness.

"Brothers, go ahead. The waist tag this guy is holding is anonymous and has no effect. He thinks he looks very convincing as a Taoist priest."

There was a small path leading to the path.

"That's right, that's right. What kind of Taoist priest has such an otherworldly air about him? He's just a junior fourth-generation disciple."

A group of people carrying various items rushed up.

"Damn, I've disliked this kid for a while now. Don't think you can act all high and mighty just because you're handsome. Was that a humble way of asking for directions?"

"That's right, that's right. Let's get him."

Yang Guo stared speechlessly at the group of Taoist priests.

Grab one of the nearest ones.

Smiling, he asked the lucky person, "Do you know what it feels like to ascend?"

Why was the little Taoist priest in his hand trembling uncontrollably despite his warm face and gentle tone?

The person caught was quite a character, replying, "I don't know, and I don't want to know, okay?"

Yang Guo smiled.

A figure shot straight into the sky, followed by shouts of "Ahhh!"

Yang Guo casually grabbed another lucky person.

Three, four... ten.

All that could be heard was a chorus of exclamations from the outer disciples.

then.

A disheveled, unkempt Taoist priest, looking utterly hopeless, led him along the way, finally pointing ahead and saying, "Senior brother, that's where Grandmaster Sun's room is. If you have any other questions, just ask us. Although we are of lowly status, there's no room we can't find..."

"Look, that's where our grandmasters live. Further out are the residences of our uncles and aunts, and beyond that are the core disciples, inner disciples, and us."

"Get lost."

"Please come in." The Taoist priest bowed respectfully, but Yang Guo had already disappeared.

In a panic, he ran off to complain.

Yang Guo stepped into a courtyard. The environment was quite elegant and quiet, but the conditions were rather simple.

Several houses stood tall, clearly free of smoke and dust.

It appears the path is occasionally cleaned, but there are no signs that anyone has ever lived there.

Yang Guo focused his attention on his ears and listened carefully.

Hey, there's someone here, is that Sun Bu'er?

Yang Guo walked slowly toward the room where someone was sitting.

After digesting what her master had said, Cheng Yaojia sat alone in her room.

Can she persuade Yang Guo to accept her as his disciple?

My conversation with my master was still echoing in my mind.

"Jia'er, the Quanzhen Sect is strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Ever since your grandmaster passed away and your grand-uncle has been traveling around for many years, everyone in the Quanzhen Sect dares to and wants to kick it."

"Even in Mongolia, ordinary people come to investigate. The Quanzhen Sect has no one who can lead our sect to forge a new path. We can only go into seclusion to improve our martial arts."

"But we have limited experience."

"In these chaotic times, our religion offers only two options: to avoid the world or to engage with it. It seems that avoiding the world is the more likely outcome."

"Look at your Uncle-Master Qiu, who is constantly traveling around trying to rally people of goodwill to resist the Jin and the Mongols, yet his efforts are minimal. Why is that?"

"He can't even convince his own sect, so how can he talk about anything else?"

Cheng Yaojia listened silently to what her master said.

She's not stupid at all; on the contrary, she's very smart.

After she parted ways with Yang Guo at Shaolin that day, rumors spread throughout the martial arts world.

She knew her husband must have had ulterior motives for going to Shaolin, but she never expected to gain such a large sum.

This was something she hadn't expected: the Quanzhen Sect actually wanted to take Yang Guo.

After all, her husband was involved with Shaolin Temple and also had Peach Blossom Island.

But their master's words implied that they all knew this, yet they still intended to accept Yang Guo and guide him to the path of Quanzhen.

This made her wonder if these stubborn old Taoist priests were changing?

"Master, can Taoist priests marry?"

Sun Bu'er breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her disciple relent.

"cannot."

"ha?"

What's the point of all this? You're making her live like a widow.

"However, unresolved karmic causes from the past are naturally not considered karma in this life."

Cheng Yaojia looked at her master speechlessly. "Is it really okay for you to be breathing so heavily like that?"

Now that you've said that, she's no longer intimidated.

Because her husband had a complicated past.

Most importantly, he also said that what he will do in the future is the past.

Why do you care about his past life and present karma?

Cheng Yaojia looked at the female Taoist priest with suspicion.

Could it be that the Quanzhen Sect is deliberately saying this to save face?

Sun Bu'er remained silent.

As Liu Chuxuan and Ma Yu said, one must figure this out for oneself.

She went through the same thing, but she also had a regret: she didn't leave any children.

This is why she regarded Cheng Yaojia as her daughter, and it also fulfilled her dream of becoming a mother.

"Master, are you plotting something else?"

"You scoundrel, how dare you speak to your master like that!"

Cheng Yaojia pouted: "Master, my husband has a rather strange temperament, and I can't guarantee he'll agree."

She couldn't even imagine the scene where the Quanzhen Sect's rules and regulations were tied to Yang Guo.

If this is the only option, then one side will inevitably have to compromise or both sides will suffer losses.

"Just do your best. Don't... hurt the bond between husband and wife."

Sun Bu'er said no more and turned to leave.

Cheng Yaojia sat alone by the window, lost in thought.

I just don't know where he is.

The master only said that he had seen him, but refused to say where Yang Guo was, clearly worried that she would run away in a flash.

But since the ceremony is in three days, he should still be nearby.

But how could Master be so sure that he wouldn't leave these next few days, so sure that he would definitely come to attend the ceremony?

Could it be that my husband is in the Quanzhen Sect?

The more Cheng Yaojia thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

She thought that her husband must have been hiding his true nature or was interested in the Quanzhen Sect's techniques, and that's how her master and the others discovered his identity and talent.

That's why they pulled that stunt, trying to catch her off guard by sending her as a mediator, and coincidentally, she just happened to arrive.

Once Cheng Yaojia understood, she stopped thinking about it.

She quickly got up and straightened her clothes.

Since Yang Guo is still in the Quanzhen Sect, there's no reason she shouldn't be able to find him.

The thought of seeing Yang Guo soon filled her with joy.

Even before meeting him, my heart is already filled with sweetness.

I wonder what his expression will be when I find him and stand in front of him looking beautiful.

Is she also someone whose heart is filled with her love, just like hers?

Cheng Yaojia walked to the door and gently opened it.

Before them came the figure of an ethereal young man.

He was raising his hand to knock on the door when he looked up and saw her opening it.

His eyes seemed to hold the stars and the Milky Way, his nose had a perfect curve, and his lips were slightly pursed.

The moment the corners of his mouth turned up, the whole world fell silent.

His eyes, which were filled with stars, now reflected only her image.