Yang Guo: I defied death and reached the heavens in The Return of the Condor Heroes

The study was furnished as always.

Several yellowed scriptures were stacked on the shelf, and several handwritten military books were placed to the side.

A rubbing of Yue Fei's calligraphy hangs on the wall, and an oil lamp is lit on the desk.

The lamplight flickered gently, illuminating Guo Jing's upright and kind face.

Guo Jing sat down at the table, without mincing words, and went straight to the point:

"Guo'er, Uncle Guo has always trusted you the most."

"Tell me again, truthfully, from beginning to end what happened at the beach."

Yang Guo stood respectfully in front of Guo Jing and slowly recounted the whole story of what happened at the seaside, without adding any falsehoods or shirking any responsibility.

After listening intently, Guo Jing asked slowly:

"Guo'er, your Aunt Guo has only taught you poetry, calligraphy, and painting this past year. Has she taught you any martial arts?"

Yang Guo replied respectfully:

"Uncle Guo, for the past year, I have only been reading the classics with Aunt Guo. Aunt Guo has never taught me any martial arts."

His tone was frank and calm, and Huang Rong had indeed never taught him a single move.

Guo Jing frowned slightly, gently stroking the table with his hand, and asked in a deep voice:

"What kind of martial art did you use when you fought Xiao Wu by the sea? And where did you learn it?"

Seeing his solemn expression, Yang Guo sighed inwardly and replied:

"Uncle Guo, the martial arts I just used were taught to me by my mother when she was alive."

"My mother once taught me a few mental techniques and incantations, but she did not specify which one they belonged to."

"As long as I follow the instructions to regulate my breathing, I feel a long-lasting warmth throughout my body and feel completely comfortable. I have persisted in this practice for many years, treating it as a method for cultivating one's health and energy."

"Just now, Xiao Wu suddenly made a move. I didn't think it through. My internal energy flowed naturally. In my haste, I struck out with a palm. I never expected to defeat Junior Brother Xiao Wu."

Upon hearing this, the doubt between Guo Jing's brows slowly dissipated, replaced by a look of relief and understanding.

He recalled that Mu Nianci had once paid respects to her uncle Yang Tiexin and the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong.

She herself was already familiar with several internal martial arts techniques, and it is likely that she knew her days were numbered and hastily passed them on to Yang Guo.

Unexpectedly, this child was exceptionally gifted and, without any guidance, mastered a set of mental techniques on his own, achieving considerable proficiency.

With all the thoughts swirling in his mind, he immediately believed it to some extent and said slowly:

"So it was Sister Mu who taught you this before she passed away. Uncle Guo can rest assured now."

"Uncle Guo is just worried that you might be secretly practicing unorthodox martial arts, which could damage your foundation and lead to regret later."

"Although your Aunt Guo did not teach you martial arts moves this year, she only taught you poetry, calligraphy, and the moral principles of sages."

"I originally hoped that you would first establish a solid foundation of character before practicing martial arts."

"Since you, Guo'er, already possess a foundation in internal martial arts and have such outstanding talent, you can cultivate both literary and martial arts in the future, which is truly a joyous occasion."

Having said that, he raised his hand to gently stroke his short beard, and then spoke softly to Yang Guo:

"Guo'er, now that the truth of the matter has been revealed, Uncle Guo can finally rest easy."

"It's getting late, so I won't disturb your rest any longer. Please go back to your room."

Yang Guo cupped his hands and bowed respectfully.

"Then I will go back to my room to rest first, and Uncle Guo should also get some rest early."

After speaking, he slowly retreated to his room under Guo Jing's watchful gaze.

On the other hand.

Huang Rong sat in Guo Fu's room, listening to her daughter chatter on and on about everything that had happened at the seaside.

Guo Fu's lips never stopped moving as she spoke with great enthusiasm.

First, it tells of Yang Guo's perfect accuracy in throwing stones at shells, and then it tells of the two Wu brothers going forward to provoke a fight.

Then Xiao Wu raised his palm and struck straight down, but Yang Guo easily dodged it with a slight sway of his body.

Finally, Yang Guo casually patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder.

Xiao Wu immediately staggered backward, his eyes reddening with pain.

As she spoke incessantly, she tugged at Huang Rong's sleeve and shook it repeatedly:

"Mother, Brother Yang's martial arts are incredibly powerful! I couldn't even withstand a single move from him!"

"It must have been Mother who taught me everything she knew. Will you teach me too?"

"The basic palm technique that my father taught me is clumsy and difficult to learn. I also want to learn this exquisite martial art from my mother."

Huang Rong smiled gently, reached out, and lightly pinched Guo Fu's flushed cheek, saying softly:

"Fu'er, your brother Yang's martial arts skills were not taught by your mother."

"Furthermore, if you wish to cultivate superior and exquisite skills, you must first establish a solid foundation. Otherwise, it will be nothing but a castle in the air, which will collapse at the slightest touch. Do you understand?"

Guo Fu pouted, secretly sulking, thinking that her mother was biased and unwilling to teach her wholeheartedly.

After Huang Rong gently comforted him for a few moments, he finally crawled listlessly into bed.

Huang Rong carefully tucked the quilt around her, blew out the oil lamp on the table, and gently closed the door before slowly retreating out.

Upon reaching the corridor, Huang Rong slowly stopped.

Moonlight filtered through the sparse shadows of peach branches, scattering across the bluestone slabs.

A sea breeze swept across the eaves, causing the lanterns to sway gently, and the courtyard was filled with flickering light and shadow.

She didn't go straight back to her room, but instead sat quietly by the stone railing of the pond for a long time.

After much deliberation, a decision that had lingered in my mind for so long was finally made.

A moment later she got up and went back to the room.

Pushing open the door, I saw Guo Jing already sitting on the edge of the bed in his nightgown.

Huang Rong loosened her outer robe, sat down beside Guo Jing, gently held his hands, and spoke in a soft and restrained voice:

"Brother Jing, have you found out the origin of Guo'er's martial arts skills?"

Guo Jing replied with a smile, his words full of comfort and praise:

"I've already asked."

"Guo'er said that Sister Mu passed on a few internal energy cultivation techniques to him before she died."

"Through years of diligent self-study, I have laid a solid foundation at an early age."

"Rong'er, Guo'er is a rare gem. As his elders, we should impart all our knowledge to him."

"Starting tomorrow, I want Yang Guo to begin learning martial arts."

"If it is inconvenient for you to teach him your martial arts, then let him go with Fu'er and Da Wu. I will first teach him all the martial arts passed down by our seven masters."

Huang Rong tightened her grip on Guo Jing's hand.

She paused for a moment, then spoke slowly but with a hint of certainty:

"Brother Jing, there is something I would like to discuss with you."

"How about we send Guo'er to the Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain to study martial arts under a master? What do you think?"

Guo Jing's smile suddenly froze.

He stared blankly at Huang Rong, remaining silent for a long time.

The lamp on the desk flickered gently, casting an irregular interplay of light and shadow on his face, which was covered in thick eyebrows and broad eyes.

"Send Guo'er to the Quanzhen Sect?"

He repeated the sentence in a low voice, his tone full of surprise, completely unaware of the reason.

"Rong'er, Guo'er is doing well on the island, why do you want to send him away?"

"His internal strength is already solid, and his talent is so outstanding that I originally planned to teach him martial arts myself."

"Didn't you previously instruct him to first thoroughly study the classics and solidify his moral character? Now that he has mastered poetry and literature and his character is stable, it is the perfect time for him to learn martial arts..."

Huang Rong gripped the handle even tighter, as if she were soothing a stubborn ox.

Her voice remained gentle, but her tone was several degrees deeper than before:

"Brother Jing, please don't be in a hurry. Let me explain in detail first."

"My intention to send Yang Guo to the Quanzhen Sect is not out of any resentment or because I cannot let go of the past with Yang Kang."

"On the contrary, precisely because he is Yang Kang's son, I must find a safer and more secure way out for him."

She paused briefly, and seeing that Guo Jing did not interrupt, she continued her story in detail:

"Guo'er is a child with truly outstanding talent."

"Since we have been practicing martial arts since childhood, we naturally understand one principle: the more talented a talent is, the more they need to receive the inheritance of a proper master."

"Your knowledge is diverse, originating from the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan. Later, you were taught the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms by Master Hong En, and you also practiced the Nine Yin Manual. Although you have mastered all of them, they are not from the same lineage of orthodox inheritance."

"It's fine for you to teach Fu'er and Da Wu basic martial arts, but it's different for Guo'er. He has already secretly cultivated his internal strength. If he learns various martial arts from you, the different styles will clash and mix in the future, which may not be a good thing for his cultivation path."

Guo Jing opened his mouth, wanting to argue, but the words stuck in his throat and he swallowed them back.