Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Inside the ancient tomb, Xiaolongnu felt that the cold jade bed was not as cold as before; instead, she felt hot while sleeping on it.

She had a dream.

There was no cold, damp stone chamber in her dream, nor an endless supply of jade honey; only a sea of ​​red. Red candles burned brightly, and red ribbons fluttered in the wind—a scene she had seen in ancient books and paintings: the bridal chamber of mortals on their wedding night.

She was dressed in a bright red wedding gown, her face veiled, and she held a red silk ribbon in her hand. At the other end of the ribbon was a tall, handsome man.

The surroundings were very noisy, as if many people were making a fuss. Some were shouting "Send them to the bridal chamber," and others were shouting "May they have a son soon." The voice sounded somewhat like Yin Zhiping, and also somewhat like the chivalrous heroes who had been shouting outside Chongyang Palace that day.

"She's taken! She's taken!"

These four words were buzzing in my ears.

The man turned around and lifted her red veil.

It was a young, handsome face with a mischievous smirk. His eyes were curved, and a roguish smile she knew all too well played at the corners of his mouth. He called out softly, "Sister Long, let's rest."

It's Yang Guo.

"what!"

Little Dragon Girl suddenly sat up in bed, her chest heaving violently, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The surroundings remained a cold and quiet stone chamber; there were no red candles or wedding dresses to be seen.

She sat there blankly for a long time, feeling her cheeks burning and her heart pounding like a drum. What was wrong with her? The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra teaches tranquility and non-action, severing the seven emotions and six desires, yet she had actually... had actually dreamt of marrying that sly little devil?

A vague, inexplicable sense of annoyance welled up in my heart.

"Sister Long? You're awake?"

A head peeked in from outside the stone gate. Yang Guo walked in with a bowl of steaming rice porridge in his hands, grinning. "I just cooked this porridge, I added some honey, would you like to try some?"

The moment Xiaolongnu saw this face, the words "Let's rest" from her dream echoed in her mind once again.

Her face suddenly darkened, and she said coldly, "Get out."

Yang Guo's smile froze, his hand holding the bowl hovering in mid-air, unsure whether to go forward or backward.

"Sister Long, did I...did I put too much rice in?" Yang Guo asked cautiously.

"I told you to get out!" Little Dragon Girl raised her voice, her tone unusually irritable.

Yang Guo was completely bewildered, thinking to himself, "A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; the ancients were right. She was perfectly fine before going to bed last night, so why is she acting like she's swallowed gunpowder after waking up?"

Could it be that my period has started? No, wait, it's still a few days away.

"Oh... then I'll leave it at the door, eat it while it's hot." Yang Guo didn't dare to provoke him, so he slunk out.

Little Dragon Girl breathed a sigh of relief as she listened to his footsteps fade into the distance, and reached out to touch her burning cheeks.

"Little Dragon Girl, you must have gone wrong in your practice to have developed such inner demons," she murmured to herself, forcing herself to calm down.

But once a stone is thrown into the lake of the heart, how easily can the ripples be calmed?

For the rest of the day, Xiaolongnu maintained this attitude towards Yang Guo.

Hot and cold, sometimes close, sometimes distant.

Sometimes when Yang Guo spoke to her, she would ignore him; other times, when Yang Guo was practicing his martial arts, she would stare at his back in a daze, and when Yang Guo turned around, she would immediately put on a stern face, which was even colder than the coldest days of winter.

Yang Guo was filled with unspeakable bitterness.

The most annoying thing in the world is trying to guess what a woman is thinking.

He reviewed his words and actions over the past two days countless times, but still couldn't figure out where he had offended this powerful figure.

Could it be that I overdid it that day? Or did I peek at her sleeping and her panties were exposed... No, I kept that secret. Only heaven and earth know, and no third party knows.

Until evening.

The atmosphere inside the ancient tomb's stone chamber finally eased somewhat.

"Guo'er, come here." Little Dragon Girl sat cross-legged on the stone bed and called out.

Yang Guo, who was idly counting ants in a corner, was overjoyed at the news and ran over excitedly: "Sister Long, you're not angry anymore?"

Little Dragon Girl didn't reply, but simply pointed to the seat opposite her: "Sit down. In two days it will be the night of the full moon, and we will go to the sea of ​​flowers to practice internal energy. Today, let's try circulating your internal energy here first, so you can familiarize yourself with the flow of internal energy and avoid being caught off guard later."

Upon hearing that it was serious business, Yang Guo put away his playful demeanor and obediently sat down cross-legged.

"The internal energy cultivation method of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra emphasizes the balance of Yin and Yang." Little Dragon Girl's expression was solemn. "You and I must place our palms together, allowing our internal energy to flow through each other's meridians and become one. Remember, there must be no distracting thoughts in your mind, otherwise, if the true energy flows in reverse, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Don't worry, Sister Long, I'm an honest person with a calm and serene heart," Yang Guo said confidently.

Little Dragon Girl glanced at him, her eyes clearly saying, "I don't believe you."

"Reach out your hand."

The two men faced each other with their palms facing each other.

In an instant, a cool internal force surged into Yang Guo's body through his palm. It was the authentic Jade Maiden Skill of the Ancient Tomb Sect, clear, cold, and lingering like a gentle stream.

Yang Guo dared not be negligent and immediately used his Quanzhen internal energy to meet the attack.

At first, things went relatively smoothly.

The Quanzhen internal energy is balanced and peaceful. Although it differs from the Jade Maiden skill in its approach, the Jade Maiden skill was created to cater to Wang Chongyang, so they can be somewhat integrated.

However, as the internal energy circulated throughout the body, a problem arose.

Yang Guo's internal energy was too mixed.

With the Quanzhen internal energy as a foundation, the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual as a refinement, and the Toad Stance true energy taught by Ouyang Feng, although Yang Guo forcibly combined these three energy streams together, they usually acted independently and coexisted peacefully.

Now that the Jade Maiden Skill has entered the scene, it's like pouring a bucket of cold water into boiling oil.

"Buzz!"

Yang Guo's body trembled violently, and his internal energy began to surge erratically.

Especially deep within his dantian, a long-dormant heat suddenly surged forth.

That was the "One Finger Divine Skill" he learned from the stone tablet!

The One-Finger Divine Skill is a unique martial art of the Dali Duan family, pure Yang energy, extremely powerful and domineering. Normally, Yang Guo only used it for combat and never integrated it into his internal energy circulation. Now, stimulated by the cold, Yin energy of the Jade Maiden Skill, this pure Yang energy instinctively began to counterattack.

"Hmm?" Little Dragon Girl frowned slightly.

She felt an intensely hot energy emanating from Yang Guo's palm, as if it were about to burn through her meridians. This heat was exceptionally fierce, completely unlike anything she had ever experienced from the Quanzhen Sect!

"What kind of true energy is this in your body?" Little Dragon Girl asked in a low voice.

"I...I don't know either!" Yang Guo's forehead was covered in sweat. He had never felt this true energy before, but it suddenly burst forth today.

At this moment, it felt as if two armies were clashing within his body, turning his meridians into a battlefield. "Perhaps...perhaps it's from practicing on the stone tablet that day?"

Little Dragon Girl was startled.

The martial arts left behind by Wang Chongyang are indeed powerful, but if this pure yang energy is not suppressed, not only will Yang Guo be unable to cultivate the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, but his meridians will also be ruined.

"Don't move! Guard your mind!"

Xiaolongnu made a decisive move, ceasing to guide the flow of true qi, and instead fully activating her Jade Maiden Skill.

A bone-chilling cold erupted from her body, rushing wildly into Yang Guo's body through her arms, attempting to suppress the violent pure yang energy.

"Hiss—So cold!" Yang Guo's teeth chattered.

Just a moment ago it was burning, now it's frozen.

This sensation of extremes, like being torn between ice and fire, is even more excruciating than the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty.

In order to better control her inner energy, Xiaolongnu had to withdraw one hand, lean forward, and place her jade-like hand directly on Yang Guo's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint.

"Sink your Qi to your Dantian, guide your Qi back to emptiness!" Little Dragon Girl's voice was right next to my ear, tinged with anxiety.

Yang Guo was in extreme pain at this moment, but as that cold little hand touched his chest, a strange feeling instantly spread throughout his body.

Those are Little Dragon Girl's hands.

Soft, slightly cool, with a faint fragrance.

The two were extremely close at this moment, and Yang Guo could even count Xiaolongnu's eyelashes.

Smelling the orchid-like fragrance emanating from her body, coupled with the intense heat inherent in the pure Yang energy of her "One-Finger Divine Skill," the cold air did not extinguish the energy; instead, it seemed as if a trapped beast had unleashed its ferocity.

An excess of yang energy will inevitably give rise to desires.

Yang Guo was a normal man, and a hot-blooded young man.

Under such stimulation, his breathing became uncontrollably heavy, and his eyes began to become somewhat glazed.

He looked at the Little Dragon Girl so close to him. Her aloof and otherworldly face was now flushed with a thin layer of red from the exertion of her inner energy, adding to her breathtaking beauty.

"Dragon... Sister Dragon..." Yang Guo's voice was hoarse, and as if possessed, he leaned forward.

With this movement, the hand that was originally pressed against his chest inevitably shifted slightly.

Xiaolongnu was completely focused on suppressing the yang energy, never expecting Yang Guo to make such a move. She only felt a change in the sensation at her fingertips...

"you!"

Xiaolongnu suddenly opened her eyes and met Yang Guo's fiery, undisguised gaze.

Where was there even a trace of "calmness and tranquility" in those eyes?

When the mind is disturbed, the true energy instantly goes out of control.

"puff!"

Both of them jolted and fell backward.

Xiaolongnu felt a tightness in her chest, her inner energy went astray, and her face turned deathly pale instantly.

Yang Guo was also shaken and disoriented, but he was tough and his yang energy, though chaotic, was still protective of his body, so he was actually better off than Xiaolongnu.

He shook his head, and as soon as he got up, he saw Little Dragon Girl clutching her chest, staring at him with icy eyes.

It’s over.

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

"Sister Dragon, I...I didn't mean to, it was just the true energy itself..."

"Come here." Little Dragon Girl's voice was eerily calm.

Yang Guo swallowed hard and reluctantly moved over: "Sister Long, let's talk this out. A gentleman uses words, not fists..."

"I am not a gentleman, I am a woman."

Before she finished speaking, Xiaolongnu flipped her wrist and pulled out the feather duster that Yang Guo feared from somewhere.

"Get down!"

"No, no, no! Sister Dragon! It's a misunderstanding! It really is a misunderstanding! That true energy is too evil! It...it's controlling my mind!"

"Still dare to argue?"

Little Dragon Girl wouldn't listen. She grabbed Yang Guo by the back of his collar and pressed him onto the stone bed.

"Snapped!"

This strike was solid and carried with internal force.

"Agh!" Yang Guo let out a miserable scream that echoed throughout the ancient tomb.

"That'll teach you to have distracting thoughts!"

"Snapped!"

"I told you not to overthink things!"

"Snapped!"

"I told you not to look around like that!"

With each slap, Xiaolongnu's blush deepened. Yang Guo's gaze had been far too blatant, filling her with both shame and anger. If it had been anyone else, she would have killed them with a single sword stroke, but it was this nemesis of hers; she couldn't bring herself to kill him, and could only vent her anger by spanking him.

Moreover, it would be fine if this kid had feelings for me, but he clearly didn't mean it when he tested me the day before yesterday. Now he's blatantly taking advantage of me. Does he think I'm someone special?

She struck him more than a dozen times, until Yang Guo's voice became hoarse from shouting, before Xiaolongnu finally stopped.

She was slightly out of breath, threw the feather duster aside, and turned around to straighten her somewhat disheveled clothes.

Yang Guo lay on the bed, groaning like a dead fish.

"Sister Long...you're too rough...if you hit me again...if you hit me again, it'll really swell up..."

"Serves you right." Little Dragon Girl snorted coldly, but the chill in her tone had dissipated considerably.

She walked to the side, poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, poured another glass, and handed it to Yang Guo.

"I drank it."

Yang Guo struggled to sit up, took the water cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Sister Long, you're so fierce, be careful you won't be able to get married in the future." Yang Guo rubbed his buttocks, forgetting the pain as soon as the wound healed, and started to talk nonsense again.

Little Dragon Girl paused.

She turned around and quietly looked at Yang Guo.

The candlelight in the stone chamber flickered, casting a dim light on her eyes.

"If I were to truly marry..." Little Dragon Girl began softly, her voice as light as a breeze, "who in this world do you think would be worthy of me?"

Yang Guo was stunned.

This is a life-or-death question!

But who is Yang Guo? He's the future Condor Hero, the grandmaster of flirting.

His eyes darted around, and he forgot all about the pain in his buttocks, immediately adopting a righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor.

"Most men in this world are just ordinary mortals, chickens and dogs," Yang Guo said with a sneer. "Take those Quanzhen Taoists for example, they're all hypocrites, especially Zhao Zhijing, with his pointy face and monkey-like features, he's disgusting just looking at him. As for my master, Yin Zhiping, although he looks respectable, his eyes are shifty, and who knows what filthy thoughts he's hiding in his heart. He's not even worthy to carry Long Jie's shoes!"

Little Dragon Girl raised her eyebrows slightly but didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Yang Guo continued, "And then there's Guo Jing of Peach Blossom Island... he has no interest in women at all. But his two disciples, Da Wu and Xiao Wu? Hmph, two good-for-nothings! Besides flattery, they're just useless idiots. As for that Mongol prince Huo Du, he's a barbarian, reeking of filth, don't even think about him!"

He belittled all the well-known young talents in the martial arts world, making them utterly worthless.

"So, according to you, there are no men in this world who are worthy of your attention?" Little Dragon Girl looked at him with a half-smile.

"Why isn't it there?"

Yang Guo straightened his back, and although his posture was a bit strange because of the pain in his buttocks, his aura was still strong.

He pointed to his nose, gazing intently at Xiaolongnu, and said with a mixture of sincerity and deep affection, "So close, yet so far! Sister Long, think about it, for a man to be handsome, he has to be like me, right? To be clever and witty, able to make you happy, he has to be like me, right? Most importantly, this man has to be completely devoted to Sister Long, even if it means going through fire and water, even if he gets a good spanking, he will never complain... In this world, who else but me, Yang Guo, could it be?"

He said these words with a playful smile, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of barely perceptible tension.

He was testing the waters.

I tested them the day before yesterday and got beaten up. I'm testing them again today, and I already got beaten up. I hope I won't get beaten up again.

Little Dragon Girl listened quietly, her expression revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

She looked at the boy in front of her.

His features were exquisite, and although his face was scarred and a mischievous smile played on his lips, the light in his eyes was genuine.

The red-clad groom in my dreams these past few days has gradually overlapped with the figure before my eyes.

a long time.

Little Dragon Girl neither scolded him for talking nonsense nor hit him with a feather duster.

She simply stretched out her hand slowly.

She lightly touched Yang Guo's ear with her fingertips. It was red from where she had pinched it earlier and was still burning hot.

Yang Guo trembled all over, not daring to breathe.

"loquacious."

Little Dragon Girl uttered two words softly, but the corners of her mouth turned up almost imperceptibly, forming a very faint arc.

It was a stunning sight, like the first melting of ice and snow.

She withdrew her hand, turned around, her back to Yang Guo, her voice regained its usual coolness, yet seemed to carry something more.

"Take a good rest tomorrow and sort out the mess of internal energy in your body."

"You need to take good care of your health so you'll have the strength for tomorrow..." She paused, her voice lowering slightly, "Protect the Dharma."

After saying that, she walked straight into the inner room, leaving Yang Guo with a cold and aloof back view.

Yang Guo sat blankly on the stone bed, covering his ear that she had just touched.

With the strength... to protect the Dharma?

Why does this sound so ambiguous?

What kind of strength does a Dharma protector need?

Is it a proper Dharma protector, or...?

Yang Guo looked at the tightly closed stone door, and the smile on his face gradually spread, finally turning into an uncontrollable chuckle.

"Sister Dragon, does this mean you... have agreed?"