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

What incriminating evidence do we have against Yin Zhiping?

Yang Guo already had the answer in his heart.

He thought to himself that Yin Zhiping must be completely infatuated with Xiaolongnu at this moment, wanting to sneak into the back mountain every night to spy on her.

In the original novel, Zhao Zhijing seized upon this weakness and relentlessly pressured Yin Zhiping, driving him to the brink of despair.

Judging from Lu Qingdu's haggard appearance, he must have been secretly watching him for many days.

Yang Guo picked up the last mouthful of noodles and swallowed it, then drank a mouthful of noodle soup.

He pondered whether this sudden change could bring him any benefit.

He has been in Zhongnan Mountain for more than a month and has never set foot on the back of the mountain.

On the one hand, Lu Qingdu used to keep a close watch on him, which hindered his actions in many ways.

On the other hand, I am currently practicing the Reverse Life Technique to a critical juncture.

He needed to focus all his energy on cultivation and had no time to search for the entrance to the ancient tomb all over the mountains.

But now the situation is different. Lu Qingdu has been sent to monitor Yin Zhiping, so he no longer has time to bother with him.

Moreover, since Zhao Zhijing is determined to find fault with Yin Zhiping, he will inevitably follow him to the back mountain sooner or later.

At that time, I only need to hide behind everyone.

Having Yin Zhiping lead the way and Zhao Zhijing keep watch is far more reliable and efficient than going out alone to search the mountains and fields.

As for the feud between Zhao and Yin, it had absolutely nothing to do with Yang Guo.

No matter how fiercely the two fought, he only needed to wait for the chaos to subtly sneak into the ancient tomb.

The more intense the fire in this conflict, the more advantageous it is for him.

He put down his bowl and chopsticks, got up and walked out of the meditation room.

The warm sun outside the corridor was shining brightly, its rays warming my face.

He squinted slightly, gazing at the distant, rolling mountain ridges, and had already made up his mind:

From tonight onwards, I will wait patiently at the edge of the pine forest on the outskirts of the back mountain, waiting for the right opportunity.

......

In the dead of night, the wind in Zhongnan Mountain is as sharp as a blade.

Dark clouds hung low over the fields, obscuring the clear light of stars and moon, and the mountains were all immersed in a deep, inky black.

The sound of waves rising and falling between the pines and ravines was like a giant beast lying in the depths of the forest, breathing heavily.

The mountain air was damp, carrying the pungent smell of earth; the impending rain hung heavy in the mountains, yet it lingered for a long time.

Yang Guo had been lying in wait at the edge of the pine forest on the back mountain for two consecutive nights.

The location he chose was extremely clever.

It is located beside the only road leading from Chongyang Palace to the back mountain.

He leaned against an ancient pine tree that was hundreds of years old.

The pine branches are gnarled and intertwined, spreading out in layers like an umbrella.

Even if someone passes under the tree, it is extremely difficult to notice that someone is hiding among the branches.

The area beneath the tree is overgrown with shrubs and strewn with jagged rocks, and is rarely visited by people.

The mountain breeze, carrying the astringent scent of pine needles, blows through the forest, feeling like a thin blade cutting into flesh on an ordinary person.

Yang Guo, dressed only in a thin short shirt, sat cross-legged among the pine branches, his expression calm, showing no sign of cold.

His Reverse Life Technique had reached near perfection at the first level, allowing him to transform his entire body into Qi to ward off the cold, making him impervious to even the fierce mountain winds.

Within the dantian, a wisp of warm qi flowed slowly, like a clear stream flowing over the limbs and bones, continuous and unending.

Yang Guo slowly opened his eyes and looked at the mountains and forests shrouded in the deep night.

The scene tonight is slightly different from the previous two nights.

He took a deep breath of the chilly air, and his nose seemed to detect a strange scent.

It was a faint scent mixed with the earthy smell of the pine breeze.

The aura was faint, yet it was completely out of place with the wild atmosphere of Zhongnan Mountain.

"The night was dark and the wind was high..."

He muttered to himself, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Something is likely to happen tonight."

He didn't get up, but just slightly adjusted his posture.

Concentrate your breath and open your ears to listen attentively to the sounds around you.

The Reverse Life Technique circulated throughout his body, and he could clearly perceive all the subtle movements within a radius of several dozen feet, such as the chirping of wind, the buzzing of insects, and the soft rustling of falling leaves.

He hid in the shadows, like a cheetah lying in wait, quietly awaiting the appearance of his prey.

at the same time

On another deserted path at the northern foot of Zhongnan Mountain, four dark figures were quietly approaching under the cover of night.

This road is extremely hidden; it is a herb-gathering trail that has been abandoned for many years.

The road is narrow and rugged, with bushes growing on both sides, and you can easily trip over the vines if you are not careful.

If Liu Erxi hadn't spent several days exploring this route...

Ordinary people would never be able to find the entrance to this road in the dark.

Shi Mang, carrying a machete wrapped in cloth on his shoulder, walked at the front; he was tall and strong.

Each step was steady and solid, the gravel sinking slightly where he landed, revealing his exceptional martial arts skills.

The blade of the machete was wrapped in several layers of cloth, so it didn't reflect any light in the dark, but its murderous aura was still hard to conceal.

Liu Erxi darted about ten feet ahead of him to scout the way, his movements as agile as a night cat.

They moved freely among the rocks and brambles, their footsteps so light they were almost silent.

He would stop from time to time and listen carefully to the sounds around him.

Then he turned back and gestured to Chong Shimang, indicating that the road ahead was safe.

Hu Xizu walked in the middle of the group, the nine-section whip at his waist wrapped in cloth and tucked in, swaying gently with his steps.

He carried a gourd of wine in his hand, and every now and then he would tilt his head back and take a sip, smacking his lips.

In this cold night, only strong liquor can warm the body and ward off the chill.

Chen Cunding brought up the rear, carrying an irregularly shaped iron hammer on his shoulder.

That hammer must have weighed at least forty or fifty pounds, but it felt as light as a stick of firewood in his hands.

He looked around furtively, his eyes darting about in the darkness, seemingly searching for something.

Liu Er, who was at the very front, hunched his neck and rubbed his hands, which had become stiff from the cold wind.

Turning around, he lowered his voice and said:

"Brother, this weather is really weird."

"It's fine during the day, but at night a strange wind blows and you can't even see the moon."

"No matter how good my eyesight is, it's useless without light."

Upon hearing this, Shi Mang glanced at him and said in a low voice:

"The wind is just right."

"The wind is strong and the noise is low, those Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect can't hear us."

"Stop gossiping and focus on guiding the way."

"I've taken good care of it."

Liu Erxi muttered something under his breath, but he didn't stop walking, and continued:

"After going around that ridge and through a pine forest, we should reach the area of ​​the ancient tomb."

"But brother, it's rumored that the Ancient Tomb Sect only keeps one disciple in each generation, and all the other disciples are eliminated. Moreover, their martial arts are quite wicked."

"The legendary Red-Lian Fairy Li Mochou is a former disciple who escaped from the Ancient Tomb. Will we really be able to steal the secret manual successfully this time?"

Before Shi Mang could reply.

Chen Cunding suddenly interjected, his voice carrying a hint of clumsy excitement.

"Hehe, I heard from down the mountain that the girls from the Ancient Tomb Sect are all very pretty."

"When we enter the ancient tomb, retrieve the secret martial arts manual, and then kidnap the girl to be our bandit queen, hehe—"

Before he could finish speaking, Hu Xizu turned around and gave him a cold glance.

His gaze, tinged with a hint of intoxication, was sharp in the darkness.

Like a dull whetstone, though not sharp, it is enough to make one's heart pound.

"girl?"

Hu Xizhu's voice was hoarse with a hint of drunkenness, yet it was as cold as ice cubes colliding.

"You silly fourth brother, didn't you hear what your second brother said about the Red Serpent Fairy?"

"If that female demon was ruthless and bloodthirsty, one can only imagine how powerful the one left in the tomb must be."

"We're only here to steal the secret manual, not to die. Follow our leader's orders and don't act rashly."

Liu Erxi shook his head helplessly and continued the conversation:

"Oh, my dear fourth brother, not that I'm criticizing you, but why are you always thinking about that little thing in your crotch?"

"Once we've mastered this unparalleled martial art, you can go down the mountain and marry eight wives, understand?"

"When the time comes, we'll have as much money and women as we want. Why would we need to scheme against the Ancient Tomb Sect?"

"Don't you even consider whether those women from the Ancient Tomb Sect are easy to mess with?"

"That Li Mochou kills without blinking an eye. If you run into her, you probably won't even know how you died."

Chen Cunding looked embarrassed by what the two said, scratched the back of his head and chuckled:

"Hehe, I know, Second Brother, Third Brother. Once I've mastered this divine skill, I'll marry eight wives, hehe."

He smiled innocently, as if he could already see the bright future of marrying eight wives.

They completely forgot that they were walking in the dark in the desolate wilderness of Zhongnan Mountain.

You might run into a Taoist priest from the Quanzhen School or a master from the Ancient Tomb School at any time.