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

The thick fog of early morning hadn't dissipated, and the moisture in the Sword Tomb Valley made people shiver.

The three of them, carrying bundles on their backs, walked out along the path of wild vines they had cleared the day before.

Lu Wushuang walked at the very front.

The meridians in her left leg were fully open, and now she walks with a light step.

When she encountered a large rock blocking her way, she lightly leaped over it with her toes.

She skipped around happily ahead, occasionally turning back to show off to Yang Guo.

When Cheng Ying walked at the very back, the situation was completely different.

She was already recovering from a serious illness, and last night she exhausted her true energy.

The mountain path was full of potholes, and she walked with uneven steps, the hem of her Taoist robe completely covered in yellow mud.

Even worse, the Qiankun Technique imprint within her body began to cause trouble.

Yang Guo walked in the middle, taking large strides.

If Cheng Ying falls more than three steps behind him, it feels like there's a fire burning in her dantian.

My meridians felt sore and swollen, and my legs were so weak they were trembling.

She gritted her teeth and endured it, her forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

Yang Guo stopped and turned around to look at Cheng Ying, who was about five or six steps away from him.

He grinned widely and slammed the heavy iron sword he was carrying on his shoulder heavily onto the ground.

"Butler Cheng, what are you doing, dawdling?"

"At this rate, you won't get out of these mountains even next year!"

"I brought you out here to work, and what do you do? You can't even find your way around!"

Cheng Ying leaned against a withered tree, panting heavily.

Her face turned pale, and she glared at Yang Guo with annoyance.

"It's easy for you to say that when you're not the one experiencing it!"

"Your evil technique is shameless! Just being a little away from you makes my dantian ache unbearably!"

"You walked so fast, how could I have the strength to chase after you?"

Yang Guo strode back.

He stretched out his strong arm, grabbed Cheng Ying's slender waist, and lifted her up, pressing her tightly against his body.

"You should have said so earlier. I'm the kind of person who knows how to cherish women."

"If you can't walk, I'll carry you."

As soon as their bodies pressed together, the evil fire in Cheng Ying's dantian immediately subsided, replaced by a comfortable sensation that made one's bones feel weak.

Her face flushed, and she pushed hard against Yang Guo's firm chest muscles with both hands.

"Let go! Wushuang is watching from ahead. What kind of behavior is this, pulling and tugging like that!"

Yang Guo didn't let go; instead, he hugged her even tighter.

"Let her look, she's not blind."

"You'll be in my bed sooner or later, so why are you acting all distant now?"

"Besides, I'm treating your illness!"

Lu Wushuang, who was scouting ahead, turned around when she heard the noise.

Seeing Yang Guo walking intimately with Cheng Ying, she pouted and slashed a roadside weed with her willow-leaf dagger, her heart bubbling with sourness.

This vixen cousin, who usually acts all high and mighty, is now completely helpless in her husband's arms.

After walking for a whole morning, the three of them finally emerged from the desolate mountains and made their way to a large town outside.

The town was quite lively, with stalls selling goods on both sides of the street.

Yang Guo wrapped the heavy sword in rags, carried it on his back, and led the two women straight to the mule and horse market at the west end of the town.

The smell in Mule and Horse Market was terrible; it smelled of horse manure and hay everywhere.

There were many horse vendors inside, but they were all skinny, weak horses. They were fine for pulling carts, but they couldn't handle long-distance riding at all.

Yang Guo wandered around for a long time before finally stopping at the corner of a stable.

There were two black horses with shiny coats tied up there. Judging from their frames and leg muscles, they were definitely good quality horses that could run long distances.

The man selling the horse was a thin, wrinkled old man who was squatting on the ground smoking a pipe.

Yang Guo walked over and kicked the trough.

"Old man, I'll take both of these horses. How much?"

The old man raised his eyelids and glanced at Yang Guo, then looked at the two pretty girls standing behind him.

His eyes darted around, and he stretched out five withered fingers.

"Sir, you have a good eye. This is a fine steed brought from beyond the Great Wall."

"One bolt of silver worth fifty taels, no bargaining."

Upon hearing the price, Lu Wushuang immediately became furious.

She rushed forward and started cursing at the old man, pointing her finger at his nose.

"You old bastard, you're robbing me!"

"A top-quality warhorse in Xiangyang City costs only thirty taels a horse, and you dare to sell a horse from your run-down town for fifty taels? Believe me or not, I'll smash up your stable!"

The old man remained calm and slowly tapped the tobacco pipe.

"Miss, if you think it's too expensive, you can buy it from another store."

"With war raging everywhere these days, horses are in high demand. If you miss this opportunity, you won't be able to buy a single horsehair."

Yang Guo reached out and pulled Lu Wushuang behind him.

He took out a hundred-tael silver note from his pocket and slapped it directly into the old man's hand.

"One hundred taels, and both horses are mine."

"Get me a brand new saddle and reins, and hurry up!"

The old man's eyes lit up when he saw the silver notes, and he quickly nodded and bowed as he went to prepare the horse.

Cheng Ying stood to the side, looking at the two horses, her brows furrowed.

"Yang Guo, there are three of us, but you only bought two horses. How are we going to get here?"

Yang Guo took the reins from the old man and tossed one of the horse's reins to Lu Wushuang.

"Wushuang is nimble and agile, so he rides one himself."

"Your body is as flexible as a noodle. If you ride a horse, you'll fall off after less than ten miles."

"You, ride a horse with me."

Cheng Ying retreated repeatedly, her face flushed red.

"No! Two people riding together in public, what kind of behavior is this!"

"Let's look elsewhere; we can always buy another horse."

Yang Guo mounted his horse and sat steadily in the saddle.

He looked down at Cheng Ying and patted the spot in front of him.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"These are the only two good horses in this town."

"Don't forget the mark in your dantian. If you're three steps away from me, you can't even catch your breath."

"If you ride your horse and die of pain in the middle of nowhere, I'm not going to be responsible for digging a hole and burying you!"

"Get on top of me now, or I'll have to dismount and hug you in the street!"

Cheng Ying bit her lower lip, her face burning with embarrassment.

She knew Yang Guo was telling the truth; she had already experienced enough of the feeling of that mark flaring up last night.

Lu Wushuang, riding on another horse, pulled on the reins and came closer.

Seeing Cheng Ying's unwilling look, she couldn't help but tease her.

"Cousin, please stop bringing up the rules of Peach Blossom Island."

"Just do as your husband tells you to. In this chaos of war, who knows who you are?"

"Besides, it's your good fortune to be carried by your husband while riding a horse."

Cheng Ying was so angry after being rebuked by her cousin that she felt a tightness in her chest and had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk up to the black horse.

Yang Guo stretched out his large, calloused hand and grabbed Cheng Ying's arm.

With a slight effort, he lifted Cheng Ying onto the horse's back.

Cheng Ying sat sideways in front of Yang Guo, her back pressed tightly against his broad and sturdy chest.

Yang Guo reached his hands through her waist and grabbed the reins in front of her.

In this way, Cheng Ying was completely encircled in his arms, with no room to struggle.

"Hold on tight, giddy up!"

Yang Guo squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, and the black horse neighed and galloped out of the mule market.

Lu Wushuang quickly spurred his horse to catch up.

Once outside the town, there is an official road leading to Xiangyang.

The official road had been in disrepair for many years, and the surface was full of potholes and gravel.

Yang Guo deliberately rode his horse very fast.

The horse's hooves pounded into the potholes, making the ride extremely bumpy.

Cheng Ying was sitting on the horse and couldn't keep her balance at all.

With each rise and fall of the horse's back, she would be thrown a few inches into the air before falling heavily back down.

His back was pressed tightly against Yang Guo's.

Her pert buttocks slid constantly with the bumps and jolting.

Yang Guo not only did not slow down, but deliberately pushed forward with the rise and fall of the horse's back.

Cheng Ying was so dizzy from being jostled around that she clung tightly to the horse's mane, letting out a few broken, delicate gasps.

"Yang Guo... slow down... this road is too bad, and the horse is riding too fast..."

Cheng Ying was panting heavily, her voice weak and feeble, unable to even speak a complete sentence.

Yang Guo whistled in mid-air with the whip in his hand.

"What's with the slowness!"

"Xiangyang is in complete chaos, and that stubborn mule Guo Jing is waiting for me to come and save him!"

"My strategy is to act swiftly in war!"

He lowered his head, his mouth almost touching Cheng Ying's earlobe, his hot breath spraying all over her snow-white, sensitive neck.

"Butler Cheng, your composure is lacking. You're panting like this after just one ride."

"Move closer to me, put all your weight on me, and you won't bounce anymore."

Cheng Ying was filled with shame and indignation, tears welling up in her eyes.

The Qiankun Technique imprint within her body was fully activated by the violent jolts and friction against her body.

The heat in his dantian traveled along his meridians and penetrated into his limbs and bones.

Her legs went weak, and a strange fire rose in her lower abdomen, burning away all her reason.

She had no strength to resist and could only lean back helplessly, pressing all her weight onto Yang Guo, panting heavily.

His full chest heaved violently with each breath, and the collar of his gray-blue Taoist robe was soaked with sweat.

Lu Wushuang rode her horse alongside her.

She turned her head and saw Cheng Ying, her face as red as a peach blossom, slumped in Yang Guo's arms, and Yang Guo's large hands, which were restlessly restless on Cheng Ying's soft waist.

Lu Wushuang was immediately filled with jealousy.

She gritted her teeth and shouted loudly.

"Cousin, you really don't know how lucky you are!"

"My husband was worried you'd fall, so he kindly carried you while you rode, but you just kept whining and complaining the whole way."

"If you don't like it, why don't I go and ride one with my husband, and you ride mine!"

Hearing her cousin's teasing, Cheng Ying was so embarrassed that she wanted to jump off her horse on the spot.

She gritted her teeth and forced herself to curse back.

"Wushuang...shut up!"

"You brat...it's easy for you to say when you're not the one suffering the consequences!"

"He...he's deliberately torturing people!"

Lu Wushuang pouted, unwilling to be outdone.

"Your husband only teases you because he loves you; your ladylike demeanor won't work here!"

"Once you're in our family, you have to listen to your husband!"

Yang Guo couldn't stop laughing as he listened to the two sisters bickering, and he gave Cheng Ying a big pinch on the waist.

"Wushuang is right."

"Butler Cheng, you need to learn from your cousin's awareness."

"This is what I call close protection; others would kill for it!"

The horse had run for more than thirty miles when the sun was already high in the sky.

There's a fork in the road ahead.

Yang Guo pulled on the reins, slowing the horse down, and the horse's hooves slowly trod on the yellow earth.

Cheng Ying finally got a chance to catch her breath.

She lay limply on the horse's neck, drenched in sweat, too weak to even lift her head.