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

Cheng Ying looked terrible, with dark circles under her eyes.

She didn't wear the blue men's clothing from yesterday; instead, she changed into a simple light green long dress, and her hair was styled into a woman's bun.

Cheng Ying, dressed as a woman, has a beautiful and refined appearance.

Yang Guo leaned against the door frame and looked him up and down.

"This outfit is nice; it looks much better than yesterday."

Yang Guo made a teasing remark.

Cheng Ying's hand tightened, and she almost knocked the tray over.

"The meat buns you ordered."

Cheng Ying's voice was cold and hard.

"Put it inside."

Yang Guo moved aside.

Cheng Ying carried the tray into room number 1.

The room was filled with that smell.

Clothes scattered all over the floor.

There's also Lu Wushuang lying on the bed, with half of her shoulder exposed.

Lu Wushuang's fair shoulders and neck were covered with red marks of all sizes.

Cheng Ying's eyes immediately reddened.

She slammed the tray heavily onto the table.

Lu Wushuang was startled awake by the noise and sat up, rubbing her eyes.

The blanket slipped off, revealing glimpses of spring.

"what!"

Lu Wushuang exclaimed in surprise and quickly pulled the blanket over herself.

Upon recognizing Cheng Ying standing by the bed, Lu Wushuang blushed deeply with embarrassment.

"Cousin...you..."

Cheng Ying forced herself to turn away, suppressing her heartache.

"Hurry up and get dressed, come out and have breakfast."

Yang Guo walked in from outside and closed the door behind him.

He walked to the bedside, picked up the undergarment from the ground, and handed it to Lu Wushuang in a natural manner.

Lu Wushuang huddled under the covers, grabbed her bodice, and dared not look up.

Cheng Ying stood by the table, her hands clasped together.

"Turn around! Can't you see Wushuang getting dressed?"

Cheng Ying lashed out at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo pulled up a chair, sat down, and casually grabbed a steamed bun, taking a bite.

"She's my wife, what part of her body haven't I seen? What's there to hide about her clothes?"

The vulgar words made Cheng Ying feel a tightness in her chest.

Lu Wushuang rustled as she got dressed in bed.

After getting out of bed, my legs were still trembling a little.

She walked to the table, sat down, and picked up a steamed bun.

"Cousin, sit down and eat too."

Lu Wushuang tugged at Cheng Ying's sleeve.

Cheng Ying sat down but didn't touch her chopsticks.

She watched Lu Wushuang eat steamed buns, thinking of the suffering her cousin had endured over the past fourteen years, and also of the unbearable sounds coming from next door last night.

"Wushuang, you've suffered."

Cheng Ying's tears fell.

Lu Wushuang paused for a moment, then stopped chewing.

"I'm not suffering, my husband treats me very well."

Lu Wushuang spoke from the heart.

These heartfelt words resonated deeply with Cheng Ying.

To what extent must a person be bullied to develop this kind of dependence on their abuser?

Yang Guo clearly used force to break Lu Wushuang's bones and then used those lewd and evil martial arts to control her.

Cheng Ying stopped talking.

She kept her mouth shut.

After finishing three meat buns and drinking a bowl of porridge, Yang Guo wiped his mouth.

"Eat your fill and then set off. Try to get past Fenglin Mountain before dark, as there are many bandits on that mountain road."

Yang Guo stood up and went to pack his belongings.

Lu Wushuang quickly sped up and finished the remaining buns.

Cheng Ying stood up and picked up her book bag.

The three left the inn and went to the backyard to fetch their horses.

The journey today is still difficult, with rugged mountain paths.

Yang Guo mounted his horse and reached out his hand to Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang grasped his hand, used the momentum to leap onto the horse's back, and skillfully nestled into Yang Guo's arms.

The two were pressed together perfectly.

Cheng Ying walked behind the horse, her steps heavy.

As the sun rose higher, it dispelled the mist in the mountains and forests.

After walking for most of an hour, the three entered the territory of Fenglin Mountain.

The trees here are lush, and sunlight can only filter through the gaps in the branches and leaves to shine onto the road.

There's a corner ahead.

Yang Guo's ears twitched.

He tightened the reins, and the horse stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Wushuang asked.

Yang Guo did not answer.

His right hand rested on the hilt of the sword.

A rustling sound came from the bushes ahead.

A dozen or so men carrying machetes and spears emerged from the woods and blocked our way.

The leader was a scarred man carrying a nine-ringed broadsword, his face full of scars.

"This mountain is mine, these trees are mine. If you want to pass, leave your toll!"

Scarface yelled out the name of the incision.

Yang Guo sat on the horse's back without even lifting his eyelids.

Cheng Ying walked to the front of the horse and gripped the hilt of the sword with her right hand.

She was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it, and these bandits just happened to walk right into her line of fire.

"Get out of here if you don't want to die."

Cheng Ying coldly uttered a few words.

Scarface looked Cheng Ying up and down.

The light green dress accentuated her graceful figure.

That face was so beautiful it was dazzling.

"Wow, this young lady is pretty, but she has quite a temper."

"Brothers, we're in luck today!"

"Kill the man and feed him to the dogs, take the woman back to be my bandit queen!"

The bandits burst into laughter and charged forward, brandishing their knives and guns.

Cheng Ying drew her longsword and twirled it.

The Falling Petal Sword Technique of Peach Blossom Island emphasizes lightness and elegance.

She swayed and charged towards the bandits.

The sword light danced.

Two bandits were stabbed in the shoulder and screamed as they staggered backward.

Scarface flew into a rage and swung his nine-ringed broadsword at Cheng Ying.

The broadsword moved with great force and heavy weight, accompanied by a whistling sound.

Cheng Ying dared not take the blow head-on. Using a unique footwork technique, she dodged to the side of the scarred man and thrust her longsword toward his ribs.

Scarface reacted extremely quickly, parrying with his own knife.

With a "clang," sparks flew everywhere.

Cheng Ying was so shocked that she took two steps back, her wrist going numb.

This bandit leader possessed considerable internal strength and also had a skill in external martial arts.

"This little wench's got some skills, let's see how long you can last!"

With a wave of his hand, Scarface surrounded Cheng Ying with five or six bandits.

Swords flashed and shadows danced.

Cheng Ying, facing so many people alone, gradually found herself at a disadvantage.

Although her swordsmanship was exquisite, it lacked power, and coupled with her troubled mind, she made numerous mistakes.

A bandit seized the opportunity and thrust his spear at Cheng Ying's back.

Cheng Ying was focused on dealing with Scarface and had no time to dodge.

"Watch out, cousin!"

Lu Wushuang exclaimed in surprise from her horseback.

Yang Guo, who had been silent all along, finally made his move.

He did not dismount.

He slapped the saddle with his left hand, and his whole body soared into the air.

The person is in mid-air, pointing out with their right index finger.

One-Finger Divine Skill.

A three-foot-long beam of pale golden energy shot out from his fingertips.

With a soft "hiss" sound.

The bandit with the long spear had a bloody hole in his forehead, and his body fell straight down.

Scarface was horrified.

Killing from a distance, releasing internal energy outwards.

What level of master is this?

Before he could react, Yang Guo had already landed next to Cheng Ying.

Yang Guo reached out with his left hand, grabbed Cheng Ying's waist, and pulled her out of the encirclement.

Cheng Ying was held in Yang Guo's arms, still in shock.

"With such limited skills, you dare to try and show off like others?"

"Killing someone requires brains, not just fancy moves."

Yang Guo mocked him mercilessly.

Seeing that things were not going well, Scarface turned and ran.

Yang Guo snorted coldly.

Push flat with your right palm.

Sixteen years of refined internal energy transformed into a gust of wind, striking Scarface directly in the back.

Scarface coughed up blood, flew three zhang away, crashed into a tree trunk, and died on the spot.

When the remaining bandits saw that their leader was dead, they threw down their weapons and scattered in all directions.

Yang Guo did not give chase.

He withdrew his inner strength and released his grip on Cheng Ying.

Cheng Ying steadied herself.

Just a moment ago, Yang Guo saved her life.

But her pride was also deeply hurt by Yang Guo's words.

"I don't need your fake kindness."

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth.

"I'm not pretending to be kind."

"I'm afraid that if you die, there will be no one to pay for my meals at the inn when we get to Xiangyang."

Yang Guo clapped his hands, turned around and walked back to the front of the horse.

He mounted his horse and pulled Lu Wushuang into his arms.

"Wife, hold on tight, let's get going."

Cheng Ying stood there, watching Yang Guo's arrogant back.

This man possessed extraordinary martial arts skills, acted eccentrically, and was both righteous and wicked.

Can Senior Sister and Master Guo really keep him in check?

For the first time, Cheng Ying felt a slight wavering in her heart.

She picked up the longsword and sheathed it, then silently followed behind the horse.