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

Inside the cave, the crackling of pine torches cast flickering light on the stone walls.

The wild boar, weighing about two hundred pounds, had been gutted and was sizzling and dripping oil on the fire. Although Ouyang Feng was mad, his skill in roasting meat was quite good. He had somehow obtained some salt and seasoning, which, when sprinkled on the meat, made the aroma of the meat fill the air and waft into the nostrils.

However, the fragrance smelled even more bitter to Yang Guo and Li Mochou than the Heartbreak Grass.

Yang Guo held a roasted pig's trotter in his hand, but hesitated to take a bite. His eyes darted around, glancing at Ouyang Feng, who was squatting on the ground, devouring the food, and then at Li Mochou, whose face was ashen. He was so distressed that he could practically wring water out of his heart.

"Father," Yang Guo threw the pig's trotter on the ground, his face contorted with misery, and approached Ouyang Feng, "We've eaten the meat, and we've had the wine... although there's no wine left, can we postpone the wedding night?"

Ouyang Feng, who was gnawing on a huge pig's head with his mouth full of grease, looked up at the words, his strange, vertical eyes widening in disbelief. He mumbled incoherently, "Slow down? Slow down what? Having a grandson is something that can't wait! Look at the crops in the fields, spring planting and autumn harvest, missing the planting season means total crop failure! You're our only son, do you dare to miss the planting season for me?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo nearly fainted. This old poisoner thinks having children is like farming?

Besides, I'm not your real son!

But Yang Guo dared not say this. If Ouyang Feng felt that he was lying to him, he would probably be the first to die.

He suppressed his helplessness and forced a smile, saying, "Father, listen to me. Having a grandson depends on the right time, place, and people. Look at this cave, it's dark and damp, never seeing the sun. What if the grandson we have is born with a cold constitution? Besides, this daughter-in-law..."

He pointed at Li Mochou and made up a story with a straight face: "This wife is frail. The ordeal just now has already damaged her vitality. If we force her to have sex again, she might not only fail to conceive, but also suffer from chronic illnesses. In that case, not only will she not have a grandson, but she herself will also be ruined."

Li Mochou was so embarrassed by Yang Guo's constant use of the words "troublesome" and "that thing" that her ears almost bled. But as the saying goes, every creature has its nemesis. Although Li Mochou was venomous, she could only whine and be humiliated when she encountered the unreasonable Ouyang Feng.

Although she was afraid of Ouyang Feng, she was not afraid of Yang Guo. She still carried Ouyang Feng on her back and stared intently at Yang Guo.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng indeed stopped gnawing on the pig's head, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his greasy face.

"Damaged?" He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over Li Mochou as if assessing the fertility of this "field of crops." "Hmm... she does look a bit wilted. This won't do; if the soil isn't fertile, good crops won't grow."

Yang Guo was overjoyed and quickly pressed his advantage: "That's right! So Father, we should release her first and let her go back to recuperate. Once she's plump and healthy, we can bring her back. We can have two children in three years, three in five years—it'll be a piece of cake!"

Yang Guo was willing to boast to the heavens if he could get rid of these two plague gods.

To everyone's surprise, Ouyang Feng not only didn't nod when he heard this, but shook his head like a rattle drum, his messy hair flying everywhere.

"No! Absolutely not!" Ouyang Feng threw the pig's head on the ground. "If we let her go, where will we find her? This beautiful wife is like a bird just released from its cage; she flies away as soon as you let go! Back in the day... back in the day..."

He seemed to recall something from the past, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes, but it vanished in an instant. It was as if he was about to remember, but he just couldn't grasp that spark of inspiration.

"We can't let them go! They'll be raised here!" Ouyang Feng waved his hand and said decisively, "Whatever you lack, I'll get it for you! Want ginseng? I'll dig it up! Want lingzhi? I'll gather it! But this bridal chamber, we must go! And this grandson, we must have him!"

Yang Guo felt a sudden darkness before his eyes; the old madman's logic was like an impenetrable fortress, impossible to penetrate.

"But Father..." Yang Guo wanted to struggle a little more.

"Enough with the nonsense!" Ouyang Feng said impatiently, reaching out and tearing a dark, steaming piece off the wild boar.

Those are pig kidneys.

"Here you go, my good son, eat this!" Ouyang Feng held the pork kidney to Yang Guo's mouth, his face saying, "I'm doing this for your own good." "This stuff is super nutritious! As the saying goes, you are what you eat. If you eat this pork kidney, your back will be strong, and you'll be able to do your job well! We're not sleeping tonight; we have to plow this land thoroughly!"

A strong, fishy smell wafted over.

Yang Guo stared at the still-dripping pork kidney, and his stomach churned. That old poisoner really was raising him like a breeding boar!

"Dad, I'm not hungry..."

"You have to eat even if you're not hungry!" Ouyang Feng grabbed Yang Guo's chin without saying a word, and with a little force, Yang Guo's mouth had to open.

That piping hot, greasy pork kidney was stuffed into his mouth.

"Ugh! Ugh!" Yang Guo struggled desperately, but under Ouyang Feng's iron-like grip, his resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

After finally swallowing it, Yang Guo felt a burning sensation in his throat, and the fishy smell rushed to his head, almost bringing tears to his eyes.

"That's right!" Ouyang Feng clapped his hands in satisfaction, then tore off a piece of pork tenderloin and handed it to Li Mochou. "Daughter-in-law, you eat too! Eat more meat, it'll help you produce more milk!"

Li Mochou felt a wave of nausea as she watched the large, greasy hand being extended towards her. She, the dignified Red Serpent Fairy, accustomed to a life of luxury, had never suffered such humiliation.

"Take it away!" she gritted her teeth, squeezing out the two words.

"Hey? Pretty stubborn, huh?" Ouyang Feng rolled his eyes. "You won't eat, huh? If you don't eat, Daddy will chew it up and feed it to you!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the piece of meat and was about to put it in his mouth, pretending to chew it up and feed it to Li Mochou.

Looking at that greasy, yellow mouth full of yellow teeth, Li Mochou felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and goosebumps covered her entire body. If she were truly fed like that by this old madman, she would rather bite off her tongue and die!

"etc!"

Seeing this, Yang Guo could only suppress his nausea and let out a loud shout.

He snatched the meat from Ouyang Feng's hand, wiped the grease from his mouth, and said helplessly, "Father, you should rest. How can I trouble you with such rough work? I'll feed it, I'll take care of it, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng chuckled, "Alright, alright! You two will have a more romantic time feeding each other! I'll stand guard at the door and keep watch for you!"

After saying that, he actually put his hands behind his back, hummed an unknown tune, and swayed to the cave entrance, leaving the two of them with an extremely "generous" back view.

Yang Guo took the piece of meat, turned around and looked at Li Mochou.

Where was the former female demon's imposing presence in Li Mochou's eyes? Her face was deathly pale, her hair disheveled, and her once sharp phoenix eyes were now filled with terror and humiliation, with a tear about to fall from the corner of her eye.

Yang Guo sighed, tore the meat into small strips, and brought them to her mouth.

"Open your mouth, Master Li," Yang Guo said in a low voice, his tone unusually devoid of its usual frivolity. "A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. My father keeps his word. If you don't want to be humiliated by his foul mouth..."

Li Mochou trembled and finally opened her mouth as if resigned to her fate.

Yang Guo stuffed the meat strips into her mouth, his fingertips inadvertently touching her soft, warm lips.

Li Mochou was struck dumb, abruptly turning her head away, chewing as she wept. Her appearance was rather pitiful.

Seeing her like this, Yang Guo lost all interest in teasing her. His mind was now completely occupied by Xiaolongnu.

It's already past midnight.

Sister Long was alone in that sea of ​​flowers, in this desolate wilderness. Although it was usually deserted, what if? What if a wild animal passed by? Or... what if those old Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect wandered in?

Thinking of this, Yang Guo felt extremely anxious. The pork kidneys he had eaten seemed to turn into a ball of fire, making him restless and unable to sit still.

We have to find a way to get out of here!

……

Meanwhile, at Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain.

As night fades and dawn breaks, the first rays of sunlight begin to appear.

Most of the Quanzhen Sect disciples were still dreaming or had just gotten up to prepare for their morning prayers. Only one person tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep all night.

With dark circles under his eyes, Yin Zhiping sat up in bed.

He clutched a triangular piece of cloth tightly in his hand. It was the one he had traded to Yang Guo for a Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pill, which Yang Guo said was Xiaolongnu's personal possession.

Actually, it was just a test piece that Yang Guo cut from a piece of Xiaolongnu's silk scarf. Later, Yang Guo made two more sets for Xiaolongnu, and Xiaolongnu even beat Yang Guo up for it.

But one night, Yang Guo got up and peeked into Xiaolongnu's room. He found that this beautiful girl was a very restless sleeper and was wearing the panties that Yang Guo had sewn for her.

They say no, but their actions betray them.

Yin Zhiping's part was purely an experiment, nothing special, but in his eyes, it was a sacred object.

He brought the piece of cloth to his nose, took a deep breath, and a look of infatuation and rapture appeared on his face.

"Miss Dragon..."

He murmured to himself, the image of that beautiful, otherworldly face appearing in his mind. That figure in white, pure as snow, was etched into his heart, haunting him day and night.

This torment is especially intense in the quiet of the night.

"I wonder where Miss Long is now? Is her injury any better?"

Yin Zhiping's sycophantic nature kicked in; despite knowing that Xiaolongnu and his disciple Yang Guo had an inappropriate relationship, he was still inexplicably infatuated.

He put on a Taoist robe as if possessed, and went out the door.

At this moment, the mountain was shrouded in thick fog, a vast expanse of white, obscuring the path ahead.

He was supposed to wash up and go to the main hall for morning prayers, but his feet wouldn't obey him and headed straight for the back mountain. That was the path to the forbidden area of ​​the Quanzhen Sect.

He has walked there countless times.

The mountain road was rugged and overgrown with thorns.

Yin Zhiping walked with uneven steps, the dew wetting his Taoist robe and cloth shoes, but he was completely unaware. He was like a soulless walking corpse, relying solely on the obsession in his heart to navigate through the fog.

I don't know how long I walked, but the fog in front of me gradually dissipated.

A rich floral fragrance drifted over on the morning breeze.

Yin Zhiping's spirits lifted, and he quickened his pace.

After passing through a dense forest, the view suddenly opened up before us.

A magnificent sea of ​​flowers appeared before my eyes, red, purple, and yellow, vying for attention in the morning light, a breathtaking sight.

But Yin Zhiping's gaze did not linger on these flowers and plants for even a moment.

His gaze was instantly drawn to a white figure in the center of the sea of ​​flowers.

That is……

Yin Zhiping's breath hitched, and his heart pounded wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.

Deep within the flower bushes, Little Dragon Girl stood quietly.

She was still dressed in white, her clothes slightly disheveled, yet her beauty was undeniable. The morning light bathed her, gilding her with a faint golden hue, making her appear like a celestial maiden descended to earth.

only……

Yin Zhiping rubbed his eyes, somewhat incredulous.

Why is the Dragon Girl not moving at all?

He mustered his courage, carefully moved forward a few steps, hid behind a big tree, and peeked out.

This sight shocked him even more.

Little Dragon Girl's face was pale, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, as if she were enduring some kind of pain. She remained in a slightly stiff posture, her hands hanging down, her eyes half-closed, unresponsive to everything around her.

Even when a brightly colored butterfly landed on her shoulder, she didn't flinch.

"Could it be...?"

A startling guess came to Yin Zhiping's mind.

Those who practice martial arts are no strangers to this.

That's a sign that the acupoints are sealed!

As soon as the thought crossed Yin Zhiping's mind, he felt a rush of heat to his head, and his hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably.

Miss Long has been acupunctured! She can't move now!

The surroundings were quiet, except for the rustling of leaves in the wind, and there was not a soul in sight.

Yang Guo, who was always by her side and was annoying, was nowhere to be found at this moment.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Yin Zhiping swallowed hard, his throat dry. Reason told him he should immediately release Xiaolongnu's pressure points and then send her back to the Ancient Tomb.

After all, he was the third-generation chief disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and he was always full of benevolence and morality, and he knew the rules and regulations by heart.

but……

The fragrance from the triangular piece of cloth seemed to still linger at his nose, stirring his desire.

The figure I've been longing for is right in front of me, completely unprepared and at my mercy.

The demon in my heart broke free from its cage at this moment.

"Just going to take a look...just going to see if I can help her release her pressure points..."

Yin Zhiping found an excuse for himself, an excuse so fragile that even he didn't believe it.

He took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the tree.

My feet stomped on the grass, making a soft sound.

Little Dragon Girl heard the noise.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her clear, cold gaze instantly shooting towards the direction from which the sound came.

Although he could neither move nor speak, the majesty and coldness in his eyes still made people afraid to look him in the eye.

Yin Zhiping was so startled by that gaze that he stopped in his tracks and almost knelt on the ground.

"Dragon... Miss Dragon..."

He stammered, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Little Dragon Girl looked at the young Taoist priest in front of her, dressed in a Quanzhen Taoist robe, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, followed by deep vigilance.

A member of the Quanzhen Sect, and Yang Guo's master.

The two had met and chatted several times. Xiaolongnu neither liked nor disliked this man, but she found his behavior very strange.

Normally, she wouldn't even consider this kind of person a threat; she could easily dismiss them with a wave of her hand. But now…

That damned Ouyang Feng!

Where the hell is that stinky Yang Guo?

She cursed inwardly and tried to break through her acupoints, but the strange internal force remained as solid as an impenetrable wall, blocking her meridians and preventing her from moving an inch.

Seeing that Xiaolongnu was only staring at him without making any move, Yin Zhiping's guess was confirmed, and he gradually became bolder.

He walked step by step toward Little Dragon Girl.

Five zhang... three zhang... one zhang...

As he got closer, Xiaolongnu's stunning beauty became clearer and clearer in his eyes.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her features were as beautiful as a painting.

In particular, the blush that rose from practicing her skills and feeling ashamed added a touch of charm to her that she didn't usually possess.

Yin Zhiping felt his mouth was dry and his tongue parched, and a surge of evil fire burned fiercely, destroying all his reason and morality.

He stopped in front of Xiaolongnu, greedily inhaling the faint, cool fragrance emanating from her. This scent was a thousand times, ten thousand times better than the one on that tattered cloth!

"Miss Long, what... what happened to you?"

Yin Zhiping asked knowingly, his voice hoarse with barely concealed excitement, "Are you injured? Or have someone acupunctured you? I... I'll take a look right away."

As he spoke, he reached out his trembling hand and touched Xiaolongnu's shoulder.

A hint of disgust and murderous intent flashed in Xiaolongnu's eyes.

If she could move, she would definitely chop off that dirty hand!

But at this moment, she could only watch helplessly as that hand drew closer and closer...

Just as Yin Zhiping's fingers were about to touch Xiaolongnu's clothes...

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

It wasn't that someone intervened; rather, Yin Zhiping slapped himself in the face.

The slap was so hard that half of his face swelled up.

He abruptly pulled his hand back, panting heavily, his eyes filled with struggle.

"Yin Zhiping! What are you doing! You are a disciple of Quanzhen! How could you take advantage of her in her vulnerable state! How could you defile Miss Long!"

He roared furiously in his heart, trying to awaken that last shred of conscience.

He turned around, wanting to escape the place that had led him astray.

However, his feet seemed rooted to the ground, and he couldn't take a step.

That fragrance was like a chain, tightly binding his soul.

He turned back and looked at Xiaolongnu.

That face was so beautiful. So beautiful it took his breath away, so beautiful he was willing to pay any price, even hell.

"Miss Dragon..."

Yin Zhiping's eyes gradually turned bloodshot.

"I...I really like you so much..."

He reached out again and took the triangular face towel from his pocket.

Yin Zhiping always thought it was a face towel.

He put it on his face and frantically inhaled the scent.

A look of utter fascination and rapture on his face!

When Xiaolongnu saw this object, her face turned red, and then a strong killing intent surged in her eyes.

……

Outside the cave.

Ouyang Feng, who was squatting on the ground counting ants, suddenly sneezed.

"Achoo!"

He rubbed his nose and muttered, "Who's scolding me? It can't be my good son, he's busy making babies."

Inside the cave.

Yang Guo was feeding Li Mochou the last piece of meat.

Suddenly, he felt a violent throbbing in his heart, as if something extremely important was leaving him.

That feeling made him flustered, and his finger trembled, almost poking Li Mochou's nostril.

"What's wrong?" Li Mochou noticed his unusual behavior and asked coldly.

Something's not right...

Yang Guo suddenly stood up, disregarding any pretense, and rushed to the cave entrance in a few steps.

"Dad! I want to go out!"

Ouyang Feng, who was extremely bored, immediately stopped Yang Guo when he saw him rush out: "What? You're done? So fast? Son, you're not good enough, it's only been a short while. Did you run out of energy from that pig kidney? Dad will go catch you a tiger to replenish your strength!"

"Fix my ass!"

Yang Guo was in no mood for arguing with him at this point; he was sweating profusely with anxiety. "My wife is still outside! That eldest wife! I'm worried about her being alone there!"

"My eldest daughter-in-law?" Ouyang Feng was taken aback for a moment, then slapped his thigh. "Oh dear! I forgot about that! I've already immobilized her with pressure points and left her there! If she gets carried off by wolves, my big, fat grandson will be gone!"

"What did you say?!"

Yang Guo felt as if his mind had exploded.

Were acupressure applied? And then just left there?

"You old...old...!" Yang Guo swallowed back the curse that was about to come out. "If you dare to stop me again, believe me, I'll make sure you're childless!"

As he spoke, Yang Guo pulled out his dagger and shouted at his lower body!