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

After descending Zhongnan Mountain, Yang Guo did not enter through the main gate, but instead, as if familiar with the way, he slipped into the cold and damp waterway behind the mountain.

The icy underground river water washed over his ankles, calming his feverish mind slightly.

Just now at Chongyang Palace, he was enjoying immense prestige, with hundreds of Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect looking at him like he was a deity. But only he knew that this was the real moment of "tribulation."

Why?

Because those two in my family are a hundred times more troublesome than Hordu and Darba combined.

"One was an ice queen, but now that you've cut her open, she's all black; the other was a red-skinned witch, but now she's become a clingy pest."

As Yang Guo groped his way forward through the dark passageway, he smiled bitterly to himself and rubbed his aching lower back.

"I've been relentlessly exploited these past two days, even my iron kidneys can't take it anymore. That slap on Huo Du just now was cool, but it almost threw out my old back."

He sighed, but his pace unconsciously slowed down.

Inside the ancient tomb, there were two women who couldn't stand each other for "various reasons".

Li Mochou thought Xiaolongnu was too cold and didn't know how to cherish men; Xiaolongnu thought Li Mochou was too fierce and a traitor who had been expelled from her sect.

The most critical issue is that both of them now consider Yang Guo to be "one of their own," while the other is seen as an "outsider."

This is not the blessing of having multiple wives; it's clearly walking a tightrope!

After passing through the last stone gate, a bright and open space suddenly appeared before us.

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Yang Guo swallowed hard, adjusted his facial muscles, and instantly switched from a "tired old dog" to a "sunny and cheerful big boy".

"Sister Long! Sister Mochou! I'm back!"

Yang Guo's shout was clear and loud, carrying three parts boasting and seven parts coquetry.

Two people were sitting around the stone table.

The woman on the left, dressed in pristine white, with an icy expression, was engrossed in reading a fictional storybook, "The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with the Pretty Nun," which Yang Guo had previously made up. Upon hearing the voice, she merely raised her eyelids slightly, her gaze chilling, as if she were looking at a heartless man returning home late.

It was indeed Little Dragon Girl.

The woman on the right, dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, couldn't use her internal energy because her pressure points had been sealed, but her mature womanly charm was undeniable. She was anxiously watching the doorway, but her face lit up with joy when she saw Yang Guo enter.

It was none other than Li Mochou, the Red Serpent Fairy.

"Guo'er!"

Li Mochou spoke first, her voice filled with urgency. If it weren't for the fact that her acupoints were restricted, she probably would have pounced on him immediately.

"Why did you take so long? Did those Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect do anything to you? Are you hurt? Come here quickly so your sister can take a look!"

The tone of her voice makes it sound like a mother waiting for her runaway child.

Yang Guo felt a warmth in his heart, but before he could speak, he heard a soft "snap" sound from the side.

Little Dragon Girl closed the storybook in her hand.

"Senior sister is overthinking it."

Xiaolongnu's voice was calm and devoid of any emotional fluctuation, "He's thick-skinned and has learned that slippery, unyielding kung fu. How could those useless Quanzhen Sect members possibly hurt him?"

She turned her head to stare at Yang Guo, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"As for Guo'er, he's been gone for so long. Perhaps the scenery at Chongyang Palace is too beautiful, and he's forgotten all about home?"

Yang Guo felt a chill run down his spine.

This is a life-or-death question!

Ever since Sister Long read those nonsensical novels, her ability to speak in a sarcastic and unsettling tone has skyrocketed.

"No way!"

Yang Guo rushed between the two men, his face filled with righteous indignation.

"Sister Long, you have no idea, the Quanzhen Sect is in complete chaos! When I arrived, those Mongol barbarians were practically shitting on their heads!"

As Yang Guo spoke, he casually picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup for Xiaolongnu, and then poured a cup for Li Mochou.

This bowl of water must be kept level.

"A Mongol?" Li Mochou frowned slightly, a hint of murderous intent flashing across her beautiful face. "Could it be that Huo Du?"

"Yes, that's the pretty boy!"

Yang Guo pulled over a stone bench and sat down, beginning to vividly describe the battle that had just taken place. Of course, in his description, he claimed that he had only intervened to uphold the dignity of the Ancient Tomb Sect and to prevent outsiders from looking down on the masters of Zhongnan Mountain.

"Although Nahudu's skills are mediocre, he has the Mongol army behind him."

Yang Guo took a sip of water, and his expression became more serious.

"You've lived in this ancient tomb for so long, you might not know what's going on outside."

He had to exaggerate the matter to cover up the fact that he had been out partying for half the day, and at the same time, he had to educate these two naive women about why they couldn't easily kill Huo Du.

"Now the Mongols are powerful, and the Jin Dynasty has been destroyed. Now, apart from the Song Dynasty in the south, most of the world has fallen into the hands of the Mongols."

Yang Guo dipped his finger in tea and drew a simple map on the stone table.

"This is Zhongnan Mountain. Not far to the south is Xiangyang."

Upon hearing the name "Xiangyang," Li Mochou's eyes flickered. Having roamed the martial world for many years, she was still quite knowledgeable about such matters, despite her own emotional turmoil.

"Xiangyang is the gateway to the Southern Song Dynasty," Li Mochou said in a deep voice. "If Xiangyang falls, the Mongol cavalry can drive straight in, and the people of Jiangnan will suffer."

"My sister is wise!"

Yang Guo immediately offered a flattering remark, "Huo Du's visit to the Quanzhen Sect this time is not just for a martial arts competition, but also to scout ahead. The Quanzhen Sect is located in a strategic location; if it surrenders to the Mongols, it will be like stabbing Xiangyang in the back."

Xiaolongnu frowned slightly as she listened to their conversation.

She was not interested in the general trend of the world, nor did she care who became emperor.

But in her heart, since Yang Guo cared so much, then this matter must be very important.

"So..." Xiaolongnu looked at Yang Guo, "you did it for that Guo Jing?"

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

A woman's intuition can be truly terrifying.

Xiaolongnu knew about the relationship between Yang Guo, Guo Jing, and Huang Rong, and also knew that Yang Guo always talked about Uncle Guo as a great hero.

"It's for the sake of all living beings!" Yang Guo straightened his back, his face filled with righteous indignation. "Although our Ancient Tomb Sect doesn't concern itself with worldly affairs, we can't just stand by and watch foreign invaders cause widespread suffering, can we? Besides..."

He chuckled, his tone suddenly turning somewhat roguish: "That Huo Du shouldn't have said anything bad about our Ancient Tomb Sect. He said we're all women here, and that you, Sister Long... are an old maid who can't get married."

"Click."

The teacup in Xiaolongnu's hand cracked.

Li Mochou's eyebrows furrowed in anger: "Insolence! How dare that barbarian utter such arrogant words? Guo'er, you should have killed him just now!"

"Killing him would be too easy for him," Yang Guo said, scoffing. "Making him lose face in public is worse than killing him. Besides..."

Yang Guo paused, his expression becoming more serious.

"Keeping him alive is bait. The Mongols nowadays are like greedy wolves. If you kill the leader, the pack will immediately go berserk and pounce. Although our ancient tomb is easy to defend and difficult to attack, it cannot withstand a large army's siege."

What we need to do is make them feel pain and fear, but not to the point of despair and madness.

These words were well-reasoned, well-supported, and measured in their approach.

Li Mochou looked at the eloquent young man before her, her face filled with undisguised affection.

That glib-tongued little hooligan has truly grown up and become a man who can shelter you from the wind and rain.

She subconsciously reached out, wanting to touch Yang Guo's face.

"Guo'er, you must be hungry after all this hard work. Your sister just cooked some stew for you..."

"cough."

A soft cough interrupted Li Mochou's actions.

Xiaolongnu didn't look at Li Mochou, but said in her usual indifferent voice, "Senior Sister, Guo'er is at a crucial stage in his training and shouldn't eat anything too oily. The jade honey from the Ancient Tomb is the most nourishing."

Li Mochou's hand froze in mid-air.

She turned her head, looked at Xiaolongnu, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"Junior sister, even training requires a balance of work and rest. Guo'er is at the age where he's growing; how can he have any strength if he drinks that sweet honey all day?"

"Whether I have the strength or not, I know best."

Little Dragon Girl replied calmly.

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo broke out in a cold sweat.

That's a very ambiguous statement!

What does "you know best" mean?

Are you implying that we practiced the "Jade Maiden Heart Sutra" last night?

Li Mochou clearly sensed something was wrong. She narrowed her eyes and suspiciously scanned the two of them.

"What do you mean by that, junior sister?"

The atmosphere instantly became tense and hostile.

Two women, one as cold as frost, the other as fiery as a song, with a trembling Yang Guo sandwiched between them.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Yang Guo quickly raised his hands in surrender.

These days are more thrilling than walking a tightrope.

"Um... I'm hungry, I want to eat everything!"

Yang Guo clutched his stomach with one hand and held his forehead with the other, feigning weakness.

"Ouch, I just used the One-Finger Divine Skill, and now my dantian feels completely empty, like my body has been hollowed out..."

This "feigning weakness" tactic always works.

Sure enough, the two women's attention was instantly diverted.

"Sit down quickly and don't talk." Li Mochou said with a pained expression. "I'll get you some soup. It's made with pheasant caught in the back mountain. It's the best for replenishing qi and blood."

As she spoke, she glared fiercely at Little Dragon Girl, then turned and walked towards the makeshift stove in the corner.

Although Xiaolongnu didn't move, her expression softened considerably.

She extended her jade-like fingers and placed them on Yang Guo's pulse.

The cool touch sent a shiver through Yang Guo's heart.

"The pulse is weak and floating, which indicates excessive depletion of internal energy."

Xiaolongnu withdrew her hand, a hint of concern subtly appearing in her voice.

"Come to my room tonight."

"puff--"

Yang Guo spat out the mouthful of tea he had just drunk.

Li Mochou, who was serving soup, suddenly turned around, her hand almost bending the spoon in her grip.

"What did you say?!"

Xiaolongnu remained unfazed. "The Cold Jade Bed is the most yin and coldest object in the world. Practicing on it will make his efforts twice as effective and help him recover his internal energy quickly."

Xiaolongnu looked at Li Mochou with an air of self-righteousness: "Senior Sister, are you perhaps thinking the wrong thing? Our Ancient Tomb Sect is known for its purity and detachment from worldly desires. Could it be that you've been out in the world for too long and have become tainted by worldly affairs?"

This huge accusation left Li Mochou speechless.

She couldn't very well say, "Yes, I misunderstood, because this kid was 'practicing kung fu' with me like this a few days ago!"

Li Mochou's chest heaved with anger, and the curves beneath her Taoist robe were quite a sight to behold.

Yang Guo was dizzy from looking at it and quickly lowered his head.

My apologies, my apologies.

This is hardly a quiet and secluded ancient tomb; it's clearly a spider's web cave!

"Alright, alright, let's eat first, let's eat first."

Yang Guo quickly tried to smooth things over, feeling that if he didn't say anything, these two might start fighting right there and then.

Li Mochou walked over with a bowl of chicken soup and placed it in front of Yang Guo with a "bang".

"drink!"

The manner of feeding him soup was more like administering poison than giving him soup.

Yang Guo didn't dare to resist and picked up the bowl to pour the contents into his mouth.

Really fragrant.

Mature women know how to take care of people; this chicken soup is cooked to perfection.

Xiaolongnu sat opposite Yang Guo, watching him wolf down his food. She didn't say anything, but quietly took out a bottle of jade bee jelly, poured a small cup, and pushed it to Yang Guo's side.

The meaning is obvious: drink this, then drink that.

Yang Guo was suffering inside.

This isn't a meal, it's a selection of concubines!

If men outside knew that he was being fed by two stunningly beautiful women, they would probably be so jealous they'd kill themselves.

But who can truly understand this feeling of "pain and pleasure at the same time"?

Dinner ended in an eerie and oppressive atmosphere.

Because her acupoints were restricted and she had just been agitated, Li Mochou appeared somewhat tired and returned to her stone chamber to rest early.

Before leaving, she gave Yang Guo a look that said, "Behave yourself tonight."

Yang Guo felt as if he had been granted a pardon and nodded vigorously.

Once Li Mochou's figure disappeared into the darkness, Yang Guo finally let out a long breath and slumped onto the stone bench.

"Is the performance over?"

The voice of Little Dragon Girl came faintly from the other side.

Yang Guo stiffened, then looked up with a fawning smile: "Sister Long, I'm doing this for the sake of family harmony..."

"come over."

Little Dragon Girl stood up, her white robes fluttering, and walked into the inner room.

Yang Guo had no choice but to obediently follow.

Upon entering Xiaolongnu's room, that familiar cool fragrance wafted towards me.

"Close the door."

Yang Guo closed the door as instructed, but his heart was pounding.

What kind of show are they putting on tonight?

Xiaolongnu turned around and looked at Yang Guo. The cold expression on her face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a mocking smile.

It's like a cat that has discovered a new toy.

"Guo'er".

Xiaolongnu walked up to Yang Guo, stretched out her finger, and gently lifted Yang Guo's chin.

"You were so powerful outside, beating that Mongolian prince to a pulp, weren't you very proud of yourself?"

"That's because of Sister Long's excellent teaching..." Yang Guo took the opportunity to hug her slender waist.

But Little Dragon Girl nimbly dodged it.

She walked to the wall, where a golden rope hung.

That's the rope the Ancient Tomb Sect used to catch sparrows for training.

"Since you're so capable, let's play a new game tonight."

Little Dragon Girl took off the rope, swung it gently in her hand, and it made a crisp "snap" sound.

Yang Guo's eyes lit up.

As a seasoned veteran, he understood immediately.

Is Sister Long going to do role-playing again?

"What would you like to play, sister?" Yang Guo rubbed his hands together, his fatigue vanishing.

Men always have potential in this area.

"You just mentioned that Huo Du is a prince?"

A sly smile flashed across Xiaolongnu's face.

"Then tonight, you will be that defeated and captured Mongol prince."

"And me..."

A smile played on Xiaolongnu's lips as she extended a golden rope from her hand, instantly binding Yang Guo's hands.

"I am the...she-devil who interrogated you."

"Tell me, if you don't tell the truth, how should I punish you?"

Yang Guo felt a surge of heat rush to his head.

This script...

Stimulate!

So exciting!

Ever since Sister Long read those storybooks, her style has become increasingly wild!

"Heroine, spare my life!"

Yang Guo immediately got into character, struggling with a look of "terrified" expression. "I'll confess anything! I just beg you, heroine, have mercy and don't hit my face!"

"That depends on your performance."

Xiaolongnu gave a soft snort, flicked her wrist, and pulled Yang Guo toward the cold jade bed.

Just then.

A slight noise suddenly came from next door.

That's the direction of Li Mochou's room.

Xiaolongnu paused, and Yang Guo broke out in a cold sweat again.

If Li Mochou hears the commotion and comes in...

The scene was too beautiful for him to imagine.

Little Dragon Girl was clearly aware of this problem as well.

She leaned close to Yang Guo's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, her voice low and alluring, with a captivating charm that could melt anyone's bones.

"Shh..."

"If your sister hears this and rescues you, then this game... won't be fun anymore."

Yang Guo looked at the woman in front of him, who was both pure and alluring, and nodded firmly.

"Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped."

"Unless..." Yang Guo chuckled mischievously, "unless my sister's methods are too ruthless, and I can't help but scream out loud."

Xiaolongnu squinted her eyes and gently traced her fingers across Yang Guo's chest.

"Then you try and see if you can hold back."

Deep within the ancient tomb, the night was deep.