Chapter 3: Groping Huang Rong's Round Ass

Yang Guo knew that Ouyang Feng loved being first under heaven, so he immediately flattered him: "Old sir, your skills are first under heaven. Li Mochou's Ice Soul Silver Needle is nothing to you."

Ouyang Feng was delighted to hear that. He laughed uproariously, his voice ringing through the treetops, and shouted, "Turn upside down and let me take a look."

By the time Yang Guo flipped himself over, Ouyang Feng was just about to pass down the incantation and the cultivation method when his mind suddenly tightened. "Why should I save you?"

Yang Guo hadn't expected that, at the very last moment, Ouyang Feng would let go again. He could only ask helplessly, "Why won't you save me, old sir?"

"That's right! Why shouldn't I save you!" Ouyang Feng really was mad; he actually thought about such a question for a long while. At last he said, "If you want me to save you, you have to promise to do one thing for me."

"What thing?"

"Don't ask so much. Just say yes or no." Ouyang Feng said impatiently.

Knowing Ouyang Feng wanted him to call him father, Yang Guo hesitated for a moment, then still nodded and agreed. "Fine. As long as you save me, I will agree to anything, old sir."

Ouyang Feng immediately smiled in satisfaction. "Good, good, good. You're a good lad."

Yang Guo rolled his eyes but said nothing.

Ouyang Feng's mind was muddled, and he simply didn't notice Yang Guo's reluctance. Right then he recited the incantation and the cultivation method for him.

This method forced the qi to circulate in reverse; he had to stand on his head with his feet in the air, letting blood and energy run backward so the poison would flow back out the place it had entered.

Yang Guo not only had the memories of this life, but also the memories that came with his crossing over. His mind was a little sharper than the original Yang Guo's.

After hearing Ouyang Feng's brief explanation, he completely grasped the cultivation method.

He immediately put it into practice, and the numbness really did ease a little.

After a while, a few drops of black, viscous fluid seeped out from the tips of his fingers.

Only, since he had just started learning, he could force out only a little each day. It would take more than a month before the poison was fully cleared.

Ouyang Feng said happily, "All right! No need to keep practicing today. Tomorrow I'll teach you a new method. Let's go."

Yang Guo pretended to be startled. "Go where?"

Ouyang Feng said, "You're my son. Wherever your father goes, his son naturally goes too."

Just then, sharp cries suddenly rang out from the sky, and two giant eagles swept past overhead.

Ouyang Feng stared blankly at the pair of eagles, slapped his forehead, and frowned as he racked his brains. Suddenly he seemed to remember something, and his face changed dramatically. "I don't want to see them. I don't want to see them."

With that, he strode off.

That single step was enormous. By the time he took a second, he was already more than a zhang away. After ten or so strides, his figure had vanished behind the mulberry trees.

"Better that he left."

Yang Guo muttered to himself and started toward that direction as well.

When he reached a large willow tree ahead, he suddenly felt a fierce wind sweep across the back of his head. It was the pair of eagles swooping in from behind, landing ahead of him.

From behind the willow grove stepped out a man and a woman, and the two eagles alighted on their shoulders.

The man had thick eyebrows and large eyes, a broad chest and a straight waist, about thirty years old, with a thin mustache on his upper lip.

The woman looked to be twenty-six or twenty-seven, lovely in appearance, her eyes lively and alert. She glanced a few times at the young man and asked the man beside her, "Who do you think he looks like?"

The man studied the young man for a long moment and said, "You mean he looks like..." He only got out those four words before stopping.

These two were none other than the husband and wife who had followed the trail all the way from Lu Village Manor: Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

"Who else would he look like? Of course he looks like my father."

Yang Guo cut in.

"And who is your father?" Seeing that Yang Guo did seem somewhat familiar, Guo Jing still couldn't quite remember who he resembled. Since he had spoken up, Guo Jing couldn't help but follow the lead and ask.

"My father?" Yang Guo blinked. "Give me ten taels of silver, and I'll tell you."

Guo Jing only smiled at that and didn't press him further. But Huang Rong, standing beside him, let her eyes turn over once before taking out a piece of silver and handing it to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo stared for a second. She really was giving it to him? But the silver had only turned once in Yang Guo's palm before it was back in Huang Rong's hand. Huang Rong smiled. "I've given it to you, and now I've taken it back. You can tell me now!"

Yang Guo was speechless. Huang Rong really was as slippery as they came.

Just then, Guo Jing suddenly caught a bizarre stench in his nose. After sniffing a few times, he felt a faint heaviness in his head.

Huang Rong had smelled it long ago as well. The stench seemed to be coming from nearby. She turned to look around and found a wound on the giant male eagle's left foot. When she leaned in to smell it, the odor was indeed coming from the wound.

The two of them were alarmed. On closer inspection, although it was only a scrape that had broken the top layer of skin, the injured foot had swollen to more than twice its size, and the flesh had already begun to rot.

Guo Jing wondered, What kind of wound is this, to be this vicious?

Then he suddenly saw that Yang Guo's left hand had turned completely black and cried out, "You've been poisoned too?"

Huang Rong rushed over, grabbed his hand to look, then rolled up his sleeve, took out a small knife, cut his wrist, and squeezed the poison blood out.

Yet the blood flowing from Yang Guo's hand was bright red, which struck her as odd. His palm was clearly black all over, so why was there no poison in his blood?

She didn't know that Yang Guo, after learning from Ouyang Feng, had already forced the poison to the tips of his fingers, where it could no longer rise.

She took a Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill from her pouch and said, "Chew it up and swallow it."

Yang Guo took it in his hand. Smelling a fresh fragrance from it, he put it into his mouth and chewed it to pieces. The sweetness and fragrance filled his mouth, and a cool current seemed to sink straight to his dantian. Huang Rong took out two more pills and fed one to each giant eagle.

Guo Jing thought for a long while, then suddenly let out a long whistle.

The whistle carried far into the distance, startling sparrows and other birds into frantic flight, while the willow branches beside him shook nonstop.

But before that whistle had faded, a second followed, one whistle upon another, the sound rolling and overlapping like a charging army thundering off into the distance.

Huang Rong knew her husband was sending a challenge to Li Mochou through his voice. When she heard his third whistle, she drew breath from her dantian and joined in with a long whistle of her own. Guo Jing's whistle was majestic and mighty, while Huang Rong's was bright and high.

Their whistles intertwined like a great roc and a small bird flying side by side, soaring higher and higher, and the little bird never once fell behind the roc.

The two of them had devoted themselves to bitter training on Peach Blossom Island, and their internal strength had already reached perfection. With their twin whistles sounding together, it was truly as if they were circling the nine heavens, their voices carrying for miles.

The backward-walking Ouyang Feng heard the whistles and hurried even faster to avoid them.

Huang Yaoshi, carrying Cheng Ying, heard the whistles and relaxed. "They're here too. I suppose that young man must have met them by now, so his life should be safe. Better that I go farther away and avoid the nonsense."

Li Mochou had Lu Wushuang tucked under her arm and was running hard when she suddenly heard the whistles. She stopped abruptly, flicked her whisk, turned around, and said with a cold laugh, "Hero Guo is famous throughout the martial world. Let's see whether he really has genuine skill."

Just then, another clear whistle rang out in answer. The two whistles echoed each other, combining hardness and softness, making the force behind them even greater.

Li Mochou's heart tightened. She knew she was no match for them. Then she thought of how the husband and wife roamed the jianghu together, supporting each other, while she was alone and adrift. With a long sigh, she grabbed Lu Wushuang by the back of her collar and left.

By then, Wu Sanniang had already helped her husband up and was leading their two sons away after parting from Ke Zhen'e.

After that fierce battle, Ke Zhen'e had been afraid that Li Mochou might come back and hurt Guo Fu, so he had taken her along and was just about to find a hidden place to take cover when he suddenly heard Guo Jing and Huang Rong's whistles. He was overjoyed.

Guo Fu called out, "Father! Mother!"

And ran with all her strength.

The old and the young followed the sound of the whistles and ran up to Guo Jing and his wife.

Guo Fu threw herself into Huang Rong's arms and said with a smile, "Mother, Grandpa Ke just drove off a wicked woman. That old man really is amazing."

Huang Rong naturally knew she was lying, but she only smiled.

Guo Jing frowned and scolded her, "A young lady should speak honestly."

Guo Fu stuck out her tongue and said with a grin, "If Grandpa Ke isn't impressive, how could he be your master?"

Afraid her father would scold her again, she immediately walked off to the side.

Yang Guo on the other side called out to stop Guo Fu. "Hey! You still owe me a chicken. Did you catch it?"

"You stinking brat." Guo Fu, seeing that it was Yang Guo, cursed at him.

"Fu'er, don't be rude!"

Seeing Guo Fu swear at someone to his face, Guo Jing rebuked her.

Guo Fu saw her father was angry and didn't dare say more. She just glared at Yang Guo from the corner of her eye.

Huang Rong smiled faintly instead and asked Yang Guo, "What about what you promised just now? You still haven't said it."

Guo Jing leaned in to listen, and there was even a faint look of anticipation on his face.

This Yang Guo was not the old Yang Guo. Naturally he wouldn't use some fake name to take advantage of Guo Jing.

After all, Guo Jing was easy enough to deal with, but Huang Rong was very sharp indeed.

He said, "You gave me silver and then took it back. I wouldn't tell you my father's name anyway. But I can tell you my own name, and you can guess my father's name yourself."

"Seriously? We don't even know you. How could knowing your name let us guess who your father is?" Guo Fu snorted, clearly unconvinced.

Not bothering with that airhead, Yang Guo said loudly, "My surname is Yang, my given name is Guo. Yang Guo. Did you hear that clearly?"

After saying it, even his own name gave him a little heroic spirit.

Yang Guo. Yang Guo!

I absolutely won't let you suffer the torment you did in the novel.

"Yang Guo! Yang Guo! He, he is actually the child of my sworn brother Yang Kang."

Guo Jing was shocked and overjoyed. He rubbed his hands again and again, not knowing what to do.

Huang Rong shot him a glance, then asked Yang Guo, "Is your mother named Mu?"

"Huh? How do you know?" Yang Guo pretended to be surprised.

"Then that's right!" Huang Rong smiled faintly and asked him again, "Did your mother ever tell you about Peach Blossom Island?"

"Peach Blossom Island? You two?" Yang Guo looked at Guo Jing and Huang Rong in alarm and asked very softly, "Guo?"

Then, when he saw Guo Jing nodding in confirmation, he cried out as if he had found a long-lost relative: "Uncle Guo!"

And then, just like in the drama, he threw himself into Guo Jing's arms.

Yang Guo's acting was beyond reproach, with a runny nose and streaming tears.

"Good! Good! Guo'er!" Guo Jing's voice was very emotional as he patted Yang Guo's shoulder. Seeing him dressed in such a down-and-out way, he felt nothing but pity.

But there was no need to hold a grown man for that long. Yang Guo quickly changed targets, letting go of Guo Jing and, with tears still on his face, turned sideways and moved in to hug Huang Rong instead.

"Aunt Guo!" Feeling Huang Rong's warm, fragrant body in his arms, Yang Guo's face went red and his heart started racing, and his cock began to stir.

The moment he called her Aunt Guo, Huang Rong couldn't help freezing. By the time she reacted, Yang Guo was already holding her.

Not understanding why he was so intimate with her, especially since his father had indirectly died at her hands, Huang Rong only had a brief moment of panic before gently asking, "Guo'er, where is your mother?"

"My mother... my mother passed away from illness!"

Saying that, Yang Guo couldn't help thinking of Mu Nianci in his memories, so lovingly devoted to him.

A wave of grief rose up in his chest all at once, and the sorrowful expression on his face was no longer an act.

So that's how it was!

Sister Mu has passed away. Now this young man only has Guo Jing left.

No wonder!

But had Sister Mu ever told him about the past, especially about the cause of his father's death?

Probably not. If she had, he could never be this close to me.

Unknowingly, Huang Rong had thought a great deal. When she looked at him again, there was now suspicion mixed in with her pity.

And right now, this guy was still hugging her and refusing to let go.

His head rubbed between Huang Rong's full breasts, his arms around her slender waist, while his hands, as if of their own accord, slowly slid toward her round, firm ass.

Huang Rong, already a married woman, still kept herself in the kind of shape most women half her age would envy. So soft. So supple. Her ass was firm, high, and wonderfully springy. Ah, damn it!

"Hey!"

At first Huang Rong hadn't noticed, but only then did she realize Yang Guo's hands were getting more and more brazen.

It was impossible to tell whether he was really as innocent as he looked.

Huang Rong hurriedly shoved him away, her exquisite face flushed red, and it wasn't clear whether it was from embarrassment or anger.

Guo Jing, however, remained completely oblivious, and instead said happily, "I didn't expect Guo'er to be even closer to Rong'er."

Huang Rong shook her head and was just about to say something when she saw Yang Guo rubbing at his body over and over with his hands, which was very strange.