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

When the group returned to the inn.

The last rays of the setting sun had faded, and dusk was just beginning to envelop the fields.

The lights in the courtyard cast a soft, orange glow, which spread across the blue brick ground and made everyone's shadows appear long and slender.

Guo Fu was dozing off, slumped over the table.

Hearing the door open, he slowly raised his sleepy eyes and immediately saw Ke Zhen'e being supported by Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

The torn strip of cloth was hastily wrapped around the web of his left hand, soaked in blood, staining most of the cloth red.

She gasped softly and jumped off the stool.

He rushed to Ke Zhen'e's side, looked up anxiously, and asked:

"Master, how did your hand get injured like this? Who could be so cruel?"

Ke Zhen'e raised his intact right hand and waved it, his voice hoarse and weak, yet deliberately softened:

"It's just a minor cut and bruise, nothing serious."

"Fu'er, don't worry. You don't need to gather here. I'll recover after a few days of rest. Go and rest."

"Blood is seeping out, how can you be alright!"

Guo Fu stamped her foot in a hurry and turned to look at Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

"Father, Mother, are you hurt?"

"Don't worry, Fu'er, we're all fine. Your father has driven away the villain who hurt your grandmaster."

"Go and fetch Mother's medicine chest. Mother will treat your master's injuries."

Huang Rong raised her hand to smooth her disheveled hair, her tone gentle.

Da Wu and Xiao Wu were originally standing in the corner.

Hearing the sound, they all came forward, looking at the wound on Ke Zhen'e's tiger's mouth, feeling uneasy and somewhat at a loss.

Guo Fu immediately instructed the two:

"What are you standing there for? Quickly go and fetch my mother's medicine box, and bring a basin of hot water!"

The two dared not delay and immediately turned around and clumsily got to work.

Although the two of them were often silent these days, they always obeyed Guo Fu's orders.

Huang Rong glanced at it indifferently, did not stop her, and whispered a word of advice:

"Be careful not to burn your hands."

Then he turned to Guo Jing and said:

"Brother Jing, please look after Guo'er for now. I'll go treat Master's injuries. Remember to tell the kitchen to make a bowl of hot ginger soup for Guo'er to calm his nerves."

After speaking, Huang Rong helped Ke Zhen'e into the inner room.

Help him sit in the armchair, untie the hastily bandaged cloth, revealing a deep wound on his tiger's mouth that was almost to the bone.

She frowned slightly.

First, wipe away the blood and dirt around the wound with hot water, then take out a needle, thread and wound medicine from the medicine box, and swiftly sew up three stitches.

As he stitched up the wound, Ke Zhen'e remained expressionless, instead letting out a deep groan:

"Rong'er, go ahead and do it. This little bit of pain is nothing."

Guo Fu stood by, her teeth aching from watching, but she refused to leave. She held the oil lamp in both hands, illuminating Huang Rong's wounds.

Da Wu held a basin of water, and Xiao Wu carried a medicine box, standing on either side. Whatever Huang Rong needed, they would immediately hand it to her, their cooperation quite tacit.

Yang Guo sat alone on a chair in the main room, watching the people in the inner room bustling about, seemingly at ease.

Before long, Guo Jing walked slowly over, carrying a bowl of ginger soup.

"Guo'er, quickly drink some ginger soup to calm your nerves. It's all Uncle Guo's fault for arriving too late, causing you this fright."

He handed the rough porcelain bowl to Yang Guo, and the bottom of the bowl tapped lightly against the wooden table, producing a soft, crisp sound.

Recalling the perilous events of the past half-day, Guo Jing still felt a deep sense of unease.

If Yang Guo were to fall into Ouyang Feng's hands, there would be no chance of anything going wrong.

How will he face his brother Kang in the future, and how will he have the face to meet the ancestors of the Guo and Yang families?

Thinking of this, his affection for Yang Guo deepened even further.

"Uncle Guo, please don't worry, you don't need to blame yourself."

Yang Guo took the porcelain bowl, and the warm steam wafted towards him, carrying the unique spiciness of ginger.

He lowered his head and took a small sip, a warm current flowing down his throat, instantly warming his stomach, and replied softly.

"I am completely unharmed. If it weren't for Uncle Guo's superb martial arts skills and timely arrival, I would have been kidnapped by that madman long ago. I am only grateful and dare not have the slightest resentment."

Guo Jing looked at the boy, whose features were clear and bright and whose words were gentle, and a clear sense of guilt welled up in his eyes.

Taking Yang Guo in but failing to protect him, allowing Ouyang Feng to hold him captive for so long, would be a torment for any elder.

Seeing that he was alright, Guo Jing felt relieved and gently comforted him:

"Good child, Uncle Guo will never let you encounter such dangers and misfortunes again."

"Uncle Guo, I saw that Master Ke was seriously injured just now. I wonder if he is feeling better now? I was really worried about him."

Yang Guo looked up at Guo Jing, a hint of worry in his eyes, and asked softly.

Guo Jing's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and he sighed softly:

"Your Master Ke's tiger's mouth only suffered a superficial wound; you're not seriously injured."

"However, Ouyang Feng, as one of the Five Greats, possessed unfathomable internal strength. Even though my master had taken a blow from him, his internal organs were already damaged."

"Just now, your Aunt Guo treated his injuries with acupuncture and gave him the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill. He can only rest and wait for his recovery."

"Uncle Guo has not seen Ouyang Feng for more than ten years. He never expected that during these ten years, Ouyang Feng would practice the Nine Yin Manual in reverse. Not only has his skill improved, but his moves have also become more unpredictable than before."

"Just now, during our entanglement, I was unable to land a single palm strike."

"The reversed true energy in his body is as slippery as an eel. When I attacked with my palm, he only needed to deflect it lightly, and I would be lucky to have 60% of my full strength left."

Yang Guo held the ginger soup in both hands and listened silently.

Guo Jing was usually a man of few words, but his long talk today showed how deeply the fierce battle had shaken him.

"Back in the days of the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, when your Aunt Guo's mentor, Hong Qigong, fought against him, although his Toad Stance was domineering and fierce, his martial arts foundation was still quite balanced."

"Now he cultivates the Nine Yin Manual in reverse, his meridians flow in reverse, and his moves have no fixed rules."

"You clearly see his palm strike coming from the left, but the force actually comes from the right, flanking and attacking. You think he's mainly targeting the upper body, but he turns his body and his attack goes straight for the lower body."

Guo Jing slowly shook his head, his words tinged with an indescribable sense of melancholy:

"He has been insane for over a decade, and his martial arts skills are now even more formidable than before he went mad."

"It's a real pity. If he hadn't taken this unorthodox path, with his talent in martial arts, he might have been able to reach the pinnacle of the martial arts world and become a grandmaster."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo's heart stirred.

What Guo Jing lamented was not that the villain had not been brought to justice, but rather that a martial arts prodigy had ruined his future.

This is Guo Jing; even when facing his nemesis, his simple and fair heart remains unchanged.

"Guo'er..."

Guo Jing's voice was even softer than before as he raised his hand and gently stroked Yang Guo's head.

Those hands were rough like sand and gravel, with thick calluses on the palms from years of practicing the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

When it landed on the boy's head, the force was extremely gentle.

"Uncle Guo is telling you all this so that you can see the dangers of the world and that you will not have to face difficulties alone in the future."

"Your father passed away early, and your mother also left this world. From now on, Uncle Guo will be your second father. No matter what happens, feel free to speak frankly with me."

These words, though simple and clumsy, were filled with warm and sincere feelings.

Guo Jing was not good at expressing his feelings, and he must have pondered these words in his heart for a long time before daring to say them.

Yang Guo looked down at the remaining half-bowl of ginger soup in the bowl, the steaming heat already fading away.

He nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

It wasn't that I was unwilling to respond; I only felt a lump in my throat and a surge of warmth in my heart, and I thought to myself:

"Uncle Guo, in this life, I will never let the tragedy that happened to you in the original story repeat itself. I will definitely reverse all the regrets."