Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

On their way to the Guo residence, Xiaolongnu and the others were on their way.

Inside the martial arts training ground of the Guo residence.

Yang Guo stood with his hands behind his back, watching the three women practice martial arts in the arena.

Guo Fu, dressed in a light yellow outfit, was practicing the "Flowing Cloud Palm" technique he had just been taught.

This set of palm techniques was obtained from the system's daily check-in system. The moves are light and graceful, making them perfect for women to practice.

She moved gracefully, her palms flying, her clothes fluttering in the wind, already showing signs of becoming quite the figure she was depicted in.

"Fu-mei, in the third move, 'Clouds Roll and Unroll,' soften your wrists by three points."

Yang Guo offered guidance, "The palm strike should be continuous and uninterrupted, like flowing clouds and running water."

Guo Fu adjusted as instructed, finished the move, and stood up, her forehead beaded with sweat, but her face flushed with excitement: "Brother Yang, this palm technique was truly beautiful!"

"Looks are secondary; practicality is the most important thing."

Yang Guo laughed and said, "Now that Sister Fu's Xuan Guan is open, she learns everything quickly. After practicing for a few more days, this palm technique will be able to be used in actual combat."

Guo Fu's eyes sparkled, and she was about to speak when she saw two other figures practicing earnestly in the arena.

Yelü Yan held a curved sword and practiced slashing repeatedly.

Her swordsmanship was powerful and fierce; every slash she made was accompanied by a whooshing sound.

Yang Guo walked behind her and supported her waist and hips: "Yan'er, you need to generate power from here, not your shoulders."

Yelü Yan's cheeks flushed slightly, but she did not flinch. Instead, she carefully felt the strength and direction of Yang Guo's palm.

Having spent these days together, she had long since grown accustomed to Yang Guo's guidance.

Although her heart still races occasionally, she never gets distracted when practicing martial arts.

"Yes, that's it." Yang Guo released his grip. "Remember this feeling, and practice it ten more times."

Yelü Yan nodded and continued wielding his sword.

Wanyan Ping practiced her swordplay on the side.

Her swordsmanship follows the style of Peach Blossom Island. Her move "Falling Petals" is fluid and graceful, with sword light falling like petals. It is beautiful, but it hides a deadly intent.

Her injuries have healed by 90%, her movements are no longer sluggish, and she has regained her former vitality.

Yang Guo watched for a while and nodded slightly.

Of the three women, Wanyan Ping has the best foundation and high comprehension. Given time, she will surely become a top-notch expert.

Guo Fu watched Yang Guo instructing Yelü Yan and subconsciously pursed her lips.

But he just pursed his lips.

She has long since learned to accept it.

It's impossible for Brother Yang to only have her by his side. Yelü Yan and Wanyan Ping are both good people. They are sincere to Brother Yang and kind to him as well.

Instead of being jealous and arguing all the time, it's better to be more generous. At least Brother Yang will treat you better.

Thinking this way, she walked over to Yelü Yan and watched her practice her swordplay intently, occasionally offering a few words of praise.

Yelü Yan also showed a hearty smile.

The atmosphere on the training ground was harmonious.

As they were practicing, two servants passed by in the corridor, talking loudly as they went:

"Have you heard? That flag on the city wall is said to be the banner of Kublai Khan, the Mongol prince!"

"Absolutely! I went to see it first thing this morning. That flag is huge, with a dark blue background and a wolf's head embroidered in gold thread. It looks very imposing!"

"I heard it was stolen last night by two chivalrous heroes, a girl in white and a crazy old man..."

"A girl in white? How dare she! There are thousands of soldiers in the Mongol camp. If she gets caught..."

"Who can argue with that! The whole city is now praising these two heroes, saying they are the saviors of Xiangyang!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo's heart stirred.

A girl in white? A mad old man? A flag thief?

This seems like a scene from the original work.

Moreover, in this world, apart from an old rascal, no one else would do something so childish.

He immediately raised his hand and called out to the two of them, "Stop."

Upon seeing that it was Yang Guo, the two servants immediately stopped and bowed, saying, "Young Master Yang."

"What flag were you talking about just now? Tell me in detail."

The servants exchanged glances, and one of them, who was quick-witted, began to speak fluently:

"Young Master Yang, you may not know this, but just as dawn was breaking, a major event occurred on the city wall! A large flag has been planted on the watchtower sometime during the night; it's dark blue with a wolf's head embroidered in gold thread—it's the banner of Kublai Khan, the Mongol prince!"

Another servant chimed in, "The soldiers guarding the city said that two skilled fighters infiltrated the Mongol camp last night and stole the flag right in front of thousands of soldiers, then planted it on our city wall as a warning! The whole city is in an uproar, everyone is talking about the heroic deeds of these two men!"

"What did those two look like?" Yang Guo pressed.

"I heard it was a girl in white, who looked like a fairy, and a crazy old senior."

The servant gestured, "That old master is said to be highly skilled in martial arts, able to outmaneuver the Mongol soldiers in their camp all by himself!"

Yang Guo felt relieved, realizing that the other person was Xiaolongnü.

Then a complex mix of emotions welled up inside.

Seeing Yang Guo's changing expression and wondering what he was thinking, the two servants embellished the story and began to tell another exciting tale:

"Young Master Yang, there's even more exciting news! A scandalous affair happened this morning in the west of the city, it was quite a spectacle!"

"Oh?" Yang Guo snapped out of his thoughts. "What scandalous affair?"

The servant winked and said, "There's a man named Dongmen Qing who sells steamed buns in the west of the city. His wife, Jinlian, has become involved with Zhang Dalang, who sells meat at the end of the alley. This morning, Jinlian came out of Zhang Dalang's house and happened to see that incident with the flags on the city wall. She looked up and was so frightened that she thought the city had fallen, and she screamed so loudly that the whole street was startled!"

Another servant chimed in, "When the neighbors came out to check, they found the flag had been stolen—a false alarm. But someone with sharp eyes noticed that Jinlian came out of the alley early in the morning, her clothes disheveled, her hair loose, and her neck covered in marks—hey, those marks clearly told what happened!"

"And then?" Yelü Yan became interested, sheathed her scimitar, and came closer.

"Then Dongmen Qing arrived! He heard the commotion in the street, came out to see what was going on, and ended up getting caught up in the gossip himself—he heard everything!"

The servant recounted the story with great enthusiasm, "Dongmen Qing immediately exploded. He ripped open Jinlian's clothes and saw, good heavens, the marks on her neck were densely packed like plum blossoms! He slapped her, but Jinlian retorted, cursing her husband in front of the whole street as 'not even an inch long' and 'only three seconds long'!"

"Pfft—"

Guo Fu couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Less than an inch, and three seconds? Then Dongmen Qing would be..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already quite clear.

Yelü Yan and Wanyan Ping couldn't help but chuckle, covering their mouths as they covered their mouths.

Yang Guo was stunned.

Dongmen Qing? Jinlian? Zhang Dalang?

Goodness, what a name combination...

If Wu Song knew about this, I wonder whether he would envy his elder brother or not.

He shook his head, dismissing these random thoughts, and turned his attention back to Wang Qi's matter.

"Where did the girl in white go after that? Did anyone see her?" he asked.

The servant shook his head: "I don't know. The flag on the city wall was discovered this morning. Those two heroes left last night, and nobody knows where they went."

Yang Guo nodded and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, you can go now."

The two servants bowed and took their leave, muttering to themselves as they went:

"Why did Young Master Yang ask the girl in white?"

"Who knows? Maybe we know each other?"

Guo Fu's heart stirred slightly upon hearing those words.

She walked up to Yang Guo, tugged at his sleeve, and asked:

"Brother Yang, who is that woman in white? Do you know her?"

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P.S.: Today is Lunar New Year's Eve. I wish everyone a Happy Chinese New Year, a prosperous year ahead, good health for your families, and all the best!

Wishing everyone a prosperous Year of the Horse!