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

Yang Guo held the bowl of dark "Early Birth of a Son Soup" and forced himself to drink it down.

It has a very strong flavor.

A raw, fishy smell shot straight to the top of my head, burning down my throat and into my stomach.

Grandma Sun was overjoyed to see that he had drunk it all. She picked up her empty basket, humming an off-key tune, and went to tend to her beehives on the back hill.

Only two people remained in the stone chamber.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Yang Guo put down the bowl, and was about to burp when the smell of medicine made him stop.

"What level have you reached in your practice of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra?" Little Dragon Girl suddenly asked.

She looked calm, as if she were testing someone's homework.

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes darted around: "I guess... well... I guess I've entered the beginner level? After all, we cooperated perfectly last night, with yin and yang complementing each other, and our internal energy was rising rapidly, unstoppable."

Little Dragon Girl nodded thoughtfully: "The book says that to practice this skill, one must be completely focused. But last night..."

She paused, a hint of confusion appearing in her cool eyes: "Why do you always make me say those strange things?"

Yang Guo's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the bowl.

"Ahem! That...that's a mantra! Yes, a unique mantra!" Yang Guo said with a straight face, "It's to boost your Qi! See, when you shout it out, don't you feel all the pent-up emotions in your chest disappear and your Qi and blood flow smoothly?"

Little Dragon Girl tilted her head and thought carefully for a moment: "It was indeed clear, but my voice got hoarse from shouting."

Yang Guo blushed.

Despite his decades of thick skin, he couldn't quite withstand the onslaught of Xiaolongnu's natural naiveté.

Little Dragon Girl did not stop there.

She continued, "Also, that move you used, the 'Eighteen Forms of Awei,' I've never seen it in any scriptures. Is it also a method of practicing martial arts?"

"puff--"

Yang Guo spat out the mouthful of saliva he had just swallowed.

How can this old lady have such a good memory!

"That...that's a long-lost martial art, specifically for strengthening the body, mainly training the waist and abdominal muscles." Yang Guo wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Wife, if you find it strange, we won't practice it anymore."

"Oh," Little Dragon Girl responded casually, then added with a startling remark, "I think these eighteen moves, though tiring, are quite powerful. Aren't there still a few moves we haven't finished practicing?"

The air in the stone chamber froze instantly.

Yang Guo stared in disbelief at the woman before him, who was as aloof and ethereal as a fairy.

Is this still the ethereal Little Dragon Girl who doesn't eat earthly food?

This is truly a seasoned expert who is extremely well-hidden and passionate about academic discussions!

"My lady..." Yang Guo swallowed, feeling his throat dry. "Where did you learn all these words?"

"You told me this when you were telling me stories before." Little Dragon Girl looked at him matter-of-factly. "You said that your sister-in-law named Jinlian was best at these moves. I didn't understand them at the time, I just memorized them as martial arts moves. I tried them out last night, and they do have some merit."

Yang Guo felt as if thunder was rolling in the sky, as if he had been struck by lightning.

So all those modified versions of "Water Margin" that I told her before just to amuse her and satisfy my urge to talk, she memorized them all as if they were martial arts manuals?

This isn't just lifting a rock to drop it on your own foot; it's lifting Mount Tai to smash your own skull!

"Guo'er".

Little Dragon Girl's eyes gleamed with a thirst for knowledge: "Since this move works, shall we practice something else tonight? I remember you mentioned something else in your story..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Yang Guo quickly reached out and covered her mouth.

If we let her keep going, the story will just end!

"My lady, practicing martial arts requires a gradual approach; one must not be greedy for quick results and rush ahead." Yang Guo spoke righteously, appearing like a wise and enlightened master. "We just broke through last night, so we need to rest and recuperate today to strengthen our foundation. There's plenty of time in the future for us to practice and refine our skills."

Little Dragon Girl blinked, her long eyelashes brushing against Yang Guo's palm, making it slightly itchy.

She seemed a little disappointed: "Oh, then I'll listen to you."

She pulled Yang Guo's hand away and got up to find some water.

Looking at her graceful back, Yang Guo felt a pang of despair.

He originally thought he had married a naive and innocent fairy, but he never expected to marry a speed demon with a strong thirst for knowledge.

From now on, my kidneys are going to suffer a lot.

"I'll go prepare lunch for you," Yang Guo quickly changed the subject, afraid she would ask some shocking question again. "What do you want to eat? The usual?"

"I want to eat meat." Little Dragon Girl turned around, her expression returning to its usual cool and aloofness. "I used up too much energy last night, I'm hungry."

"Okay! I'll go catch you a pheasant! Roast it, it'll be delicious!"

Yang Guo felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He pulled up his pants and ran outside, faster than if he were fleeing for his life.

Just as he reached the door, Xiaolongnu's clear, cold voice came from behind him again.

"Guo'er".

"What's wrong?" Yang Guo asked, leaning against the door frame and turning around cautiously.

Little Dragon Girl straightened her collar and said calmly, "Next time you have a new move, remember to tell me the key points beforehand. I don't like fighting unprepared battles."

Yang Guo slipped and fell flat on his face with a "thud".

I can't live like this anymore!

He scrambled out of the stone chamber, desperate to find a cool place to cool his face.

They had just rushed to the entrance of the ancient tomb and hadn't even had time to catch their breath.

"Bang!"

A loud bang was heard.

Then came the second and third tones.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The entire ancient tomb seemed to tremble, and dust fell from above.

Someone is banging on the door.

The force was so great that the Dragon-Slaying Stone vibrated and hummed.

"Who is it! Trying to call back a soul so early in the morning!"

Yang Guo was already burning with lust because of Xiaolongnu's teasing, and now he finally had an outlet for it.

He stormed to the door and peered through the crack.

There stood a disheveled, ragged old madman, upside down on the ground, his hands supporting him, his feet kicking the stone door frantically like drums.

"Son! My dear son! What are you doing in there!"

"Open the door quickly! Daddy brought you something delicious!"

"If you don't open the door, Dad will tear this broken rock down!"

Ouyang Feng.

This crazy father actually came to our door.