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

The stone door of the ancient tomb slowly closed.

A muffled thud shut out the last ray of sunlight from outside.

The passageway remained dimly lit, and the surrounding stone walls exuded a chilling aura that seeped into one's bones.

Although Hong Lingbo had followed Li Mochou around the world since childhood and often ate and slept in the open, this was the first time she had ever stepped into such a secluded and dark place!

Suddenly, everything went black before her eyes, her steps froze, and she involuntarily shivered, frantically groping around with her hands.

Granny Sun turned around and saw that she had not yet adjusted to the darkness and coldness of the tomb, so she gently shook her head.

He then slowly walked to her side, reached out his withered hand and gently took her cold little hand in his, leading her into the passageway.

Hong Lingbo felt the warmth wrapped around her palm, like a charcoal fire in the cold winter, which gradually relaxed her tense heartstrings.

She gripped his rough, calloused hand tightly, as if a drowning person had grabbed a piece of driftwood, and her steps became a little more steady.

Yang Guo strode ahead, and after walking only a few feet, he saw a beautiful figure in white standing quietly in front of the passageway.

Xiaolongnu's cold eyes narrowed slightly. Her gaze first swept over Yang Guo, then shifted to Hong Lingbo behind her.

Although her expression remained calm, a hint of slight doubt lingered in her tone:

"Who is she? Why did you bring another one back?"

Hearing her seemingly reproachful tone, Yang Guo couldn't help but find it amusing, and began to keep her in suspense:

"She's not exactly an outsider; in terms of seniority, she should be considered a disciple of your Ancient Tomb."

Upon hearing this, Xiaolongnu frowned slightly, her eyes filled with confusion:

"Disciple? I've never taken on any disciples, so where would I get a disciple from?"

Before Yang Guo could continue his playful banter, Granny Sun had already led Hong Lingbo closer.

The dim lighting in the passageway made Hong Lingbo's vision remain obscure and hazy.

But when she looked up, she felt that the woman in front of her was radiating a layer of clear light, and was so beautiful that she seemed to be otherworldly.

She turned her head again to look at the white-haired boy standing beside the fairy, and couldn't help but marvel inwardly:

The people in this ancient tomb are all so otherworldly and ethereal, like celestial beings!

Although her master's appearance could be described as stunningly beautiful, compared to the figures and temperament of these two, she seemed to be worlds apart.

Granny Sun quickly stepped forward and explained Hong Lingbo's identity and background to Xiaolongnu.

When Xiaolongnu heard that this woman was Li Mochou's disciple, the confusion she had felt earlier about the "disciple of the Ancient Tomb" quietly disappeared from her eyes.

Her gaze fell lightly on the somewhat flustered Hong Lingbo. Though her gaze was not sharp, it seemed to pierce through people's hearts.

Hong Lingbo lowered her head even further, her heart filled with anxiety and uncertainty about her future.

She felt as if each day was an eternity, and after a long while, Little Dragon Girl finally spoke softly:

"Since she is my senior sister's disciple, then you can arrange things for her, Grandma."

Grandma Sun nodded slightly, said no more, and led Hong Lingbo into the passageway.

Upon hearing that the white-clad fairy had not expelled him from the door, Hong Lingbo's bewilderment dissipated somewhat.

She followed closely behind Granny Sun, and after taking a few steps, she couldn't help but look back. She saw the two figures standing side by side.

The white-clad Little Dragon Girl was like a frost goddess under the moon, while the white-haired Yang Guo resembled a solitary immortal from beyond the mortal world. The two of them standing together possessed a natural and harmonious rapport.

She felt both envy and longing, secretly wondering when she could possess such extraordinary beauty and grace.

Yang Guo gazed at Xiaolongnu in front of him and felt that her expression was slightly different from usual, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

Her eyes and brows remained as aloof as ever, but her lips seemed to be pressed tighter than usual, as if she were hiding something in her heart.

Xiaolongnu felt slightly uncomfortable being stared at like that for so long.

She tilted her head slightly to the other side and asked softly:

Why are you looking at me like that?

Seeing Xiaolongnu's helpless expression, Yang Guo smiled and spoke softly:

"It's nothing, it's just that your expression today seems more down-to-earth than before."

Having said that, he didn't linger any longer and turned to walk towards his Cold Jade Stone Chamber.

Xiaolongnu watched his retreating figure disappear into the distance, pondering Yang Guo's words repeatedly in her heart.

Unexpectedly, that inexplicable feeling welled up in his heart again during the birthday banquet.

She silently recited the Ancient Tomb Mind-Cleansing Mantra, trying to calm her turbulent mind, but the strange emotions surged like a tide and could not be suppressed for a long time.

the other side.

Hong Lingbo followed Granny Sun through several winding passageways and saw a sliver of candlelight shining through the crack in the door. The dim yellow light enveloped the dark passageway, casting a long shadow on the stone door.

Grandma Sun pushed open the half-open stone door and stepped inside.

Hong Lingbo followed closely behind, but to her surprise, as soon as she entered the room, she saw a figure huddled in the corner.

Grandma Sun glanced at the retreating figure, then turned back to look at Hong Lingbo beside her, shaking her head helplessly.

The room was dimly lit by candlelight, and Hong Lingbo couldn't immediately recognize the figure she used to know so well.

Not only that, she was also secretly surprised:

I had heard my master mention the ancient tomb before, saying that there were only one or two people inside. But today, I see that there are quite a few people hidden there.

But as she took a few more steps closer to the room, the person in the corner heard her footsteps and suddenly turned around.

The face that Hong Lingbo knew so well was now completely changed. The ruthlessness and violence in his eyes were gone, replaced by ignorance and confusion.

Hong Lingbo's pupils contracted sharply, her lips parted, and she exclaimed in shock:

"Master...Master! You...you're not dead!"

Li Mochou looked up at Hong Lingbo, but timidly shrank back, hurriedly hiding the grass stalk in her hand behind her back, muttering in fear:

"You...you stay away!"

She retreated to the shadows in the corner, wishing she could hide herself in a crack in the wall.

Seeing this, Granny Sun slowly walked to the corner of the wall, squatted down, gently patted Li Mochou's back, and softly comforted her.

Li Mochou felt the warm touch from behind and heard the familiar voice in her ear, and her tense body gradually relaxed.

She mumbled a "hmm" and then lowered her head again, playing with the grasshoppers at her feet, looking completely innocent and naive.

Hong Lingbo froze on the spot upon seeing the scene before him, his gaze sweeping back and forth as he scrutinized the person in front of him.

When I learned that my master was still alive, the joy and sorrow in my heart vanished, replaced by a flood of complex and indescribable emotions.

Previously, she had secretly thought that her master's passing was a kind of final destination.

She committed numerous acts of killing and evil deeds throughout her life, yet after her death, she still had people burning paper money to commemorate her every year, which can be considered a peaceful end.

But now, seeing her master's foolish and dazed appearance with her own eyes, all the awe and gratitude she once felt for her were now intertwined and she could no longer distinguish between them.

No matter how ruthless the master was to others, it was ultimately this person who lifted him out of his dire straits.

Hong Lingbo's eyes welled up slightly, but she forced herself not to let the tears fall.

Feeling lost and helpless, she didn't know whether to be grateful that her master was still alive or to lament her tragic fate.

Grandma Sun took her medicine box and came forward, gently comforting her:

"Girl, your master is in such a state now that I'm afraid she won't be well for the rest of her life. But for her, it's a good thing."

"Come here and let us treat the wound on your arm. You are still young and have a bright future ahead of you. Don't let your master hold you back."

Hong Lingbo nodded slightly and walked to the stone bench to sit down.

Grandma Sun's technique was skillful and efficient. First, she wiped the bloodstains off the wound with clean water, then sprinkled on some cool wound medicine, and then wrapped it with clean strips of cloth layer by layer.

The powder stung as it touched the skin, but the pain was nothing compared to the excruciating pain of the sword piercing the flesh.

After the bandage was properly applied, Grandma Sun asked softly:

"Girl, what are your plans for the future?"