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

Guo Fu heard Yang Guo call out "Sister Fu".

Her bright eyes instantly sparkled like stars, and her entire face radiated a bright and joyful expression.

Ignoring her father beside her, she nimbly leaped to Yang Guo's side, circling the white-clad figure twice, her beautiful eyes scrutinizing the boy who had been gone for four years.

Once she had stopped, she tilted her head back slightly and looked at the tall and upright Yang Guo.

Her voice, brimming with barely concealed joy, cried out, "Brother Yang, it really is you!"

"Weren't you sent to Zhongnan Mountain to learn martial arts? You have no idea that since you left, no one has told me those strange and interesting stories anymore. I even wrote you several letters, but you never replied!"

She spoke at length, her words flowing freely.

As she spoke, her tone dropped slightly, carrying a hint of grievance, as if she harbored resentment that Yang Guo had never contacted her over the years.

She was so immersed in the joy of the long-awaited reunion that she didn't notice that Wang Zhengsong and a group of other guests were waiting nearby.

They didn't even look back at the Wu brothers behind them, whose faces were already as dark as ink at the bottom of a pot, their pent-up anger having nowhere to go.

Looking at the girl's straightforward and pure demeanor, Yang Guo felt a warmth rise in his heart.

He truly hadn't expected Guo Fu to care about him so much. He explained slowly and gently:

"Don't be angry, Sister Fu. It's not that I deliberately didn't reply to you. It's just that I've been in seclusion for many years and haven't received any letters from you. I suppose those letters were lost on the way to Chongyang Palace."

Upon hearing this, Guo Fu blinked her bright, watery eyes and carefully considered the explanation in her mind.

A moment later, the grievance that had lingered between her brows vanished completely, replaced by a bright and cheerful smile.

"Oh, I see! I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore and didn't want to associate with me anymore! Haha."

As soon as she finished speaking, she threw her head back and laughed heartily, as if her previous sullenness had never existed.

Such free and straightforward emotional fluctuations, coming on swiftly and going away cleanly, are truly unique to Guo Fu.

Guo Jing stood at the front of the group, watching his daughter and Yang Guo chatting and getting along well side by side.

In a daze, my thoughts drifted back to the twilight of Peach Blossom Island four years ago.

The two of them walked back to the courtyard side by side under the sunset on the island. Guo Fu followed closely beside Yang Guo, listening to him tell stories of strange tales in the martial arts world, and occasionally letting out a clear and melodious laugh.

That image has been imprinted in Guo Jing's heart for many years.

As the old scene reappeared, a thought that had been shelved for several years resurfaced in his mind.

However, with so many guests present, it was not appropriate to speak out immediately. He had no choice but to suppress his thoughts for the time being, planning to explain them to his wife in detail when it was quiet at night.

Huang Rong glanced at her daughter, who was clinging to Yang Guo and chattering incessantly with questions, and noticed that the entire group's progress had been halted for quite some time. She then slowly stepped forward, gently tugged at Guo Fu's sleeve, and softly said:

"Fu'er, once you start nagging, you'll never stop. Guo'er has traveled thousands of miles to get here. Let him go in and rest first. There will be plenty of time for you to talk about anything else later."

Guo Fu realized she had indeed said too much after hearing her mother's admonition.

She turned around and saw that all the guests were standing there waiting. Her cheeks flushed instantly, a touch of girlish shyness in her expression. She secretly stuck out her tongue.

"Okay, okay, I know, Mom."

After she finished speaking, Guo Fu stopped talking, and the group slowly resumed its forward march.

At this moment, Guo Fu also looked up and glanced around at everyone. Her gaze swept over Xiaolongnu and Wang Qingyuan behind her. She thought that the two women were quite beautiful, but she didn't care. She glanced at them briefly and then looked away.

In her view, the two men were merely guests from the martial arts world whom her parents were entertaining at the gathering, and had little to do with her, so she didn't need to take them to heart.

Wang Qingyuan, who was following at the back of the group, had been scrutinizing the red-clad figure countless times since Guo Fu appeared.

The girl spoke to Yang Guo with such affection and naturalness, and a soft and familiar "Brother Yang" came out of her mouth, as if she had already called out these three words a thousand times.

She recalled her time with Yang Guo. Although she could be described as poised and elegant, maintaining the proper demeanor of a lady from a noble family, there was still an invisible barrier between their words and actions.

In contrast, the girl in red in front of him could act coquettishly, complain, and laugh as she pleased. She stood in front of Yang Guo with ease and composure, as if everything was perfectly natural.

Is this the apple of Guo Daxia's eye?

Wang Qingyuan lowered her eyes, sighed inwardly, and felt a pang of indescribable bitterness rise in her chest.

For the first time, a slight hint of reproach arose in her heart towards Yang Guo:

This young master Yang is truly surrounded by beautiful women, and he possesses a captivating charm. Every girl who is acquainted with him is exceptionally beautiful.

She raised her eyes again and glanced at the Little Dragon Girl who was silently following beside her.

After a moment, he could only shake his head gently, turning his chaotic thoughts into a silent sigh that drifted away in the breeze under the corridor.

Cui'er followed closely beside Wang Qingyuan and noticed that her young mistress looked somewhat downcast. She asked softly:

"Miss, are you feeling unwell?"

Wang Qingyuan shook her head slightly, managing a faint smile:

"It's alright, let's go."

Standing beside Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu took in Guo Fu's straightforward and eager demeanor and Wang Qingyuan's secretly dejected expression.

However, she was no longer the naive girl who would lose her composure if Yang Guo accepted gifts from others.

After four years of living and working together in the ancient tomb, practicing the Reverse Life Triple Technique together, their feelings for each other have changed dramatically.

No matter how much women in the world admire Yang Guo, it is all just wishful thinking on other people's part, like fleeting clouds and flowing water, not worth worrying about.

As long as Yang Guo has a place for her in his heart, that's enough.

At this moment, the brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen also stepped forward to stand in front of Yang Guo.

Two pairs of eyes first fell on Yang Guo's white clothes and frosty hair, then glanced sideways at Guo Fu, who was smiling beside him, their chests churning with intense jealousy and resentment.

The two of them were completely baffled as to why Yang Guo would suddenly appear here, and why Fu Mei would be overjoyed to see him.

Like a devoted wife waiting at home for her husband to return.

Guo Fu had never shown such enthusiasm towards the two brothers before.

However, after years of instruction from their master, the two brothers had long since shed their youthful impetuosity.

Even though her heart was churning with jealousy, she forced herself to suppress her anger and maintain the proper manners and decorum.

Wu Dunru stepped forward first, straightened his clothes, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying:

"Brother Yang, it's been years. How have you been?"

Wu Xiuwen followed closely behind his elder brother, bowing with his hands clasped in greeting, but his tone carried an undisguised stiffness:

"Brother Yang, it's been a long time."