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

After the banquet.

Han Xinchen followed Young Master Liao away.

Yang Guo watched her leave.

The magistrate, however, gave the steward a meaningful look from behind.

The butler ran off in a flash.

These things naturally did not escape Yang Guo's perception.

The county magistrate said obsequiously, "This way, Celestial Master."

Today is supposed to be a "big day" for my son.

He also needs to treat this Taoist master well.

"Master Celestial, in previous years you only came to harvest once a year, near the end. Why have you been doing it so frequently in the last year or two?"

He couldn't take it anymore; there was nothing left for him to offer as a filial son.

Yang Guo rolled his eyes in the darkness.

You ask me, who do I ask?

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

"Yes, yes."

"What offerings should we go see now?" Yang Guo asked in a deep voice.

"Master Bao is satisfied; this is an exceptional piece, far superior to the usual."

Yang Guo frowned; he instinctively felt that this person's words were too sinister.

Yang Guo followed him all the way into the secret passage in the back garden, and then he felt that he was going further and further down.

However, the aura within was exceptionally fragrant.

Yang Guo instinctively became alert.

He followed the magistrate slowly into a world of flowers.

Yang Guo was extremely surprised; this underground place was a hidden paradise.

"Please, Celestial Master, enjoy your meal."

After the magistrate finished speaking, he withdrew.

But Yang Guo had no time to care about him at that moment.

Yang Guo parted the flowers and saw a young girl lying quietly in the heart of a flower.

Calling her a young girl is an understatement; she's more like a fairy among the flowers.

She was completely naked, yet every inch of her exposed skin was perfectly concealed by layers of petals, revealing only a warm, jade-like hue in the soft light.

Her limbs were outstretched, as if she had just woken from a deep dream, or as if she might fall into a deep sleep at any moment. She was completely exposed, yet gently bound by the flowers and leaves.

She lay there amidst the blooming flowers, like a flower frozen in its full glory.

Yang Guo was enraged at just one glance.

Because lying there was the girl he longed for day and night—Guo Fu.

She is blooming quietly, as if waiting for his arrival.

Yang Guo leaped in, his Taoist robe already covering her body.

"Fu'er? Fu'er!"

Yang Guo checked his breath and found it was warm and moist.

Her cheeks were flushed and warm, as if she had just taken a bath.

Yang Guo called softly, "Fu'er."

His pure Yang internal energy circulated within her body.

After only a few breaths, the girl let out a soft moan, but did not wake up.

Only incoherent ramblings came out.

"It's hot, I'm so hot."

Yang Guo brushed his forehead and cheeks.

The girl seemed to regain a sliver of clarity, and flailed her arms wildly, saying, "It's hot, no, don't touch me."

Yang Guo was extremely anxious; what was this thing?

Why can't he get rid of it?

Isn't it a toxin?

Yang Guo wanted to pick up Guo Fu and leave this place first.

He dared not knock her unconscious, worried that fainting in this state would have some negative consequences.

But he had just picked up the woman.

The woman then hugged him like an octopus, and her soft red lips kissed his neck and cheeks haphazardly.

But the girl's kisses turned into bites, and tears streamed down her face.

Yang Guo felt a pang of heartache.

He frantically channeled his inner energy into her body, searching for the invisible poison of desire.

"Don't cry, Fu'er, it's me."

The girl was out of her mind and only knew how to tear off his clothes.

The petals on her body had long since fallen off.

Even the Taoist robe she was wearing was nowhere to be found.

Yang Guo dared not be distracted in the slightest.

He eventually discovered the abnormality in her body, specifically the abnormality in her blood.

Each time the girl rushed in, the fragrance of flowers entered her body, causing her blood to boil. The burning girl lost her reason, leaving only love.

Yang Guo immediately stomped his foot in anger, causing flower petals to flutter all around.

Then Yang Guo used the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm, and with a push and a pull, all the petals shot out in all directions, and the lingering fragrance was also cleared away.

At this moment, the girl's blood gradually calmed down.

"Fu'er, wake up?"

Yang Guo wrapped her tightly in his Taoist robe, and she stopped struggling.

This relieved Yang Guo.

It seems there's something wrong with the flower, but there's probably something wrong with the blood as well.

Yang Guo pried open her mouth, examined her tongue, and found everything was normal.

Her breathing was normal.

It doesn't look like poisoning at all.

Guo Fu felt like she had a very long dream.

In her dream, she secretly followed her mother out of the island.

They followed from a distance until they arrived at this town.

The magistrate claimed to be an old friend of her father, and since she was also looking for her sweetheart, she decided to take a break.

She asked the Beggars' Sect to inquire about Yang Guo's whereabouts, but whether it was because the Beggars' Sect was slow to act or because Yang Guo was hard to find, there was no news until today. As soon as there was news, they said that he had entered the city.

She was about to bid farewell to the magistrate when she drank an extra cup of farewell wine and fell into a deep sleep.

In her dream, it seemed as if someone was undressing her, and then it seemed as if they were about to take liberties with her.

She frantically tried to push him away, but as she pushed, she realized that the embrace was strangely familiar—it was the person she had been longing for day and night.

So she stopped struggling, and instead felt her blood surging and her body becoming uncontrollable.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around him, then kissed him.

She kept smelling a faint fragrance, but then her consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and everything became blurry and unreal.

My consciousness gradually faded, and everything became hazy and unreal.

Until his urgent calls kept echoing in my ears.

She strained to open her eyes, and the man's face came into clear view.

"Fu'er, Fu'er, you're awake," Yang Guo said softly, overjoyed.

"Brother? Brother Guo, is it really you?"

Guo Fu reached out her small hand and touched his face.

He seemed even more handsome than before, though there was a hint of sorrow between his brows. But more than anything, he radiated joy.

Was it because I saw her?

She had considered whether her mother would come looking for her after leaving the island, but seeing her mother's clear-cut goal in coming to the Quanzhen Sect, and then hearing about the Quanzhen Sect's ceremony, she felt relieved.

It seems that Mother really does have something important to do.

Although she dared not go to the Quanzhen Sect, fearing that her mother would find out.

But she wasn't stupid; she listened to all the wild rumors circulating in the martial arts world, just in case Yang Guo really was in the Quanzhen Sect.

So she waited.

I never expected to actually see him today.

And right now she's in his arms.

Guo Fu's thoughts returned, but she felt a chill running through her body.

Of course, this was her instinctive feeling. In fact, Yang Guo had been using his internal energy to maintain his temperature, so she naturally didn't feel cold. However, she was only wearing a Taoist robe and had no strength at all.

But in a vague way, I remembered that I had been given a bath by a bunch of people and then found myself in a sea of ​​flowers.

"Brother Guo, quick! There's a problem here! We need to get out of here right away!"

As soon as Guo Fu regained her senses, she realized that the magistrate was no good person.

She had only struggled a couple of times.

His Taoist robe slipped off again.

The boy was looking at her with burning eyes.

She blushed involuntarily. She wanted to pull up her Taoist robe, but her hand was too weak. She was afraid that the strange fragrance had made her unable to move.

"Brother Guo, you're still looking!"

She was secretly pleased, but she still scolded him.

Yang Guo then took off his shirt, tore it in half, and made it into simple underwear for her to wear.

Then they tightened her Taoist robe and tied her belt tightly.

Fortunately, his Taoist robe was wide, concealing the girl's petite figure and making her appear even more graceful.