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

Wu Dunru was taken aback, not expecting this person to agree so readily.

Lu Wushuang sheathed her sword and glared fiercely at Wu Xiuwen.

"Wait until you see Chief Huang, then we'll see how you handle this."

Wu Xiuwen didn't take it seriously.

"Let's see how you handle things when you get to your master's wife. Deceiving and swindling the title of the Quanzhen Sect Leader is a crime punishable by three years in prison."

Yang Guo cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his tone sincere.

"Brother Wu is right. I haven't been doing very well out there. So, I heard that Uncle Guo is issuing invitations to heroes in Xiangyang, so I came to join in the fun. I'll definitely give a proper explanation to Aunt Guo when I get there."

If the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect heard this, they would probably tear the roof off together.

He is the dignified third-generation leader.

He once suffered three consecutive defeats in the Tongtian Arena, and with a single command, he could mobilize thousands of troops from Zhongnan Mountain.

At this moment, he always refers to himself as "little brother" and always says he's "giving a lesson."

Lu Wushuang knew him too well.

Just hearing this, most people would really think he was scared.

Wu Dunru waved his hand, and four soldiers with guns surrounded Yang Guo and his two companions, one in front and one behind.

"Let's go."

The procession walked into the city gate.

Yang Guo walked in the middle.

With his hands behind his back and a relaxed gait, he walked as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

Lu Wushuang stood close to his left, one hand on the hilt of the knife, her eyes fixed on the back of Wu Xiuwen's head.

Cheng Ying walked at the back, head down, without saying a word.

Wu Dunru led the way, maintaining a proper posture and taking large strides.

But every three steps he took, his right ankle would inexplicably buckle.

The aftereffects of Yang Guo's earlier flick on his Jiexi acupoint were only now truly taking hold.

The flow of meridians around the acupoints is disrupted. It doesn't affect walking, but there's always a feeling of walking on cotton.

The dull pain on the instep of my left foot continued to ache.

I felt a tightness in my chest, soreness in my wrists, and numbness on one side of my body.

He couldn't find a single comfortable spot on his body.

But you can't utter a single word about it.

A few of the government soldiers and martial arts practitioners around were still whispering about the young master Wu's heroic feat of forcing back the villains with a single sword strike.

If he cries out in pain now, how will he ever be able to face anyone in Xiangyang City?

He clenched his teeth and endured all the awkwardness.

Wu Xiuwen's situation wasn't much better.

He walked beside Wu Dunru, his left hand always on his belt buckle.

Lu Wushuang's knife had loosened the button, and it would be too embarrassing to re-button it in public, so he could only press it down with his hand, pressing it down with each step he took.

The shirt still had a large tear in the front, and when the wind blew in, the white undershirt turned inside out.

The way the two brothers walked, one with a crooked leg and the other clutching his crotch, was utterly comical.

Yang Guo followed behind, taking in the scene, and the smile on his lips deepened.

In my past life, when I was on a film set.

Some third- or fourth-tier actors get a severe scolding from the director after their performance.

The way they walk, pretending to be in pain but actually in pain, is exactly the same as the two people in front of them.

We passed through the city gate and entered the inner city.

Yang Guo immediately shifted his attention away from Da Wu and Xiao Wu.

The street was not wide, and there were many temporary sheds and military tents erected along the walls on both sides.

The gray tents belonged to the government troops, while the multicolored tents were mostly lodgings for江湖人 (jianghu people) who came from various places.

Soldiers in iron armor patrolled back and forth carrying long spears, while groups of martial arts practitioners in various outfits sat by the roadside to rest.

Yang Guo walked and looked around, his gaze sweeping from the street to the rooftops.

The city wall was at least four zhang thick, and the moat was wide and deep.

The sheds along the street were not arranged haphazardly; every hundred steps there was a cluster of water tanks and sand piles, which were used for fire prevention.

The supply distribution point was set up in a shop at the corner of the crossroads, with a soldier and a clerk guarding the entrance. Everyone entering and leaving had to register.

The patrol system included江湖人 (jianghu people), but these江湖人 were on the periphery, while the core sentry posts were all staffed by government troops.

This shows that Guo Jing's attitude towards people from the martial arts world was to leverage their strength, but not to trust them.

The city was built up so well that any Mongolians trying to take a bite would break their teeth.

Yang Guo made a mental note of Guo Jing's actions.

In terms of military affairs and city defense alone, this man is indeed quite capable.

If the Quanzhen Sect were to govern this city, it would descend into chaos within three days.

"My lord."

Lu Wushuang leaned closer, her voice extremely low.

"When you see Sister Rong, tell her about those two bastards bullying people. That short guy whipped the common people on the back at the city gate and even drew his sword at us. These kinds of scoundrels are making a fool of Master Guo at the city gate."

Yang Guo did not turn around.

"What's the rush? We'll talk about it when we get there."

"But……"

"Believe it or not, without me saying a word, Sister Rong will know what's going on just by looking at her."

Lu Wushuang's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something.

Seeing Yang Guo casually twirling the Dali iron ring at the base of his right index and middle fingers, she swallowed back what she was about to say.

She and Yang Guo traveled thousands of miles.

Every time Yang Guo touched that iron ring, it meant he knew what was going on.

Wu Xiuwen suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Yang Guo, I advise you to confess honestly in front of your master's wife."

He adopted the air of someone who had been there before, lowered his voice slightly, and spoke in the tone of an elder instructing a younger person.

"Admit what you should admit, and bow your head when you should bow your head. Although you were ignorant when you were young on Peach Blossom Island, your master's wife was kind-hearted and wouldn't do anything to you. If you know your mistakes and correct them, my elder brother and I can still put in a good word for you in front of your master's wife."

The meaning of these words is: I, Wu Xiuwen, am protecting you, Yang Guo; you should be grateful.

Lu Wushuang tightened his grip on the knife.

Yang Guo reached out and pressed down on the back of her hand, not too hard, and shook his head.

"Alright, alright, thank you both for your guidance. I will definitely explain things properly to Aunt Guo."

Wu Xiuwen turned around with satisfaction, his steps quickening slightly.

The closer he got to the Marshal's Mansion, the more confident he became.

On their home turf, with their master and mistress backing them up, all those titles like "Quanzhen Sect Leader" and "Tongguan Pass Guide" will be exposed here.

Lu Wushuang stared at Wu Xiuwen's hand that was pressing on his belt, gritting her teeth in hatred.

"Husband, are you really going to just endure this?"

Yang Guo spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Do you remember that time on Zhongnan Mountain when Zhao Zhijing publicly accused me of using poison?"

"Remember."

"If I had argued with him back then, could I have won?"

Lu Wushuang thought for a moment.

"He couldn't win an argument. At the time, everyone in the Quanzhen Sect believed in him."

"right."

Yang Guo's voice was very flat.

"So what did I do back then?"

"You..." Lu Wushuang's mind raced for a moment, and the answer came to her.

"You're pretending to be pitiful."

"It's not called playing the victim. It's called letting the audience choose sides."

Yang Guo stopped talking after he finished speaking.

Lu Wushuang pondered for a moment, and the restlessness in her heart slowly subsided.

She remembered that Yang Guo had put on a melodramatic show at the Quanzhen Temple, saying nothing in rebuttal, only lowering his head to let the sect leader and elders see for themselves.

As a result, Zhao Zhijing not only failed to defeat him, but was instead punished by being made to kneel in the ancestral hall.

She withdrew her hand from the hilt of the sword and walked quietly beside Yang Guo.

Not urgent.

Yang Guo was a man who never looked at the immediate future; he only looked at the moment the game would end.

Cheng Ying walked at the very back of the group.

She gripped the veil of her hat with both hands, her steps a beat slower than usual.

The flow of Fallen Flower True Qi was still not smooth, and with each step he took, the Qiankun Technique mark in his body would vibrate.

She tried to suppress it using the Jade Flute Mind Technique taught by her master, but the source of that yang energy was Yang Guo, who was walking in front of her, and the connection between their true energies could not be broken at all.

The closer the distance, the more honest the imprint.

The greater the distance, the more intense the collisions within the meridians become.

She had already verified this on the passenger ship.

Even though they were only two cabins apart, she didn't even have the strength to straighten up.

Yang Guo's lesson to her at the city gate was very clear.

Just as she was about to reveal her identity to Da Wu and Xiao Wu, Yang Guo's true energy poured in from her Jianjing acupoint, triggering the mark in her Qihai acupoint, making it impossible for her to even finish her sentence.

This doesn't qualify as a warning.

It was just a demonstration.

He demonstrated to her that her mouth wasn't her own until Yang Guo gave his permission.

The Jianjing acupoint, the Daimai acupoint, and the mark in the Qihai acupoint—these three points, connected by a line, represent the reins that Yang Guo held in his hand.

Cheng Ying bit her lip under her veil, overturned the entire complaint she had just prepared, and came up with a new line of thought.

She cannot confront it head-on.

But she needs to figure something out.

Did Huang Rong know that Yang Guo possessed the Qiankun Technique?

What is the relationship between Huang Rong and Yang Guo?

What exactly did Lu Wushuang mean by calling her "Sister Rong"?

At the city gate, Lu Wushuang said she wanted to complain to Sister Rong, her tone intimate and natural, not like a stranger who had only met once or twice.

Yang Guo's reaction when he heard the name was also very interesting. He did not stop her, and even said that Sister Rong would know what was going on just by looking at her.

There are very few women in the world who can make someone like Yang Guo feel comfortable confiding in them.

Cheng Ying silently pieced these fragments together, and the more she put them together, the more she realized how deep the water was.

She wasn't in a hurry to make a move.

Upon arriving at the commander's residence, the first thing to do is to observe, listen, and understand the overall picture of the game.

The camps along both sides of the street became increasingly dense.

Several large flags embroidered with the character "Guo" hung high up, fluttering in the wind.

The roof of the grand mansion in the distance gradually rose from behind the houses.

The house features blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves at all four corners, and two flagpoles standing at the entrance, each displaying a triangular command flag.

We've arrived at the Marshal's Mansion.

Wu Dunru paused in front of the mansion gate, straightened his robes, and shook his aching right hand a couple of times.

His back was ramrod straight, but his right foot always veered half an inch off course with each step, the injury to his ankle giving his gait a subtle twist.

Anyone with a discerning eye would immediately see that something was amiss.

Wu Xiuwen quickened his pace to catch up, muttering something under his breath, probably thinking about how to describe the merit of capturing the spy to his master's wife after they went inside.

His left hand remained firmly on his belt the entire time, never letting go.

Yang Guo led his horse to a stop at the entrance of the Marshal's Mansion.

He looked up at the plaque above the door.

The four characters of "General Zhennan Mansion" are written in a full and square style, and the signature is the seal of the Ministry of War of the Imperial Court.

Two tin lanterns hang below the plaque. They are not lit during the day, but are used to illuminate the storefront at night.

The stone lions on both sides are old objects, and the bases show signs of weathering, indicating that this house was not newly built, but rather a property requisitioned from a local wealthy family.

Four armored soldiers stood in front of the gate, carrying swords and guns, their postures impeccable.

Huang Rong was inside.