Yang Guo gathered his Nine Yang true qi into his legs all at once.
Bang!
The two blue paving stones beneath his feet shattered instantly into flying debris.
He lunged forward fiercely.
Li Mochou was still entangled in combat with the Lu Liding couple and Wu Sanniang.
She had just leaned sideways to dodge a saber strike.
Suddenly, she felt a tightness behind her back.
Yang Guo threw himself directly onto Li Mochou's back, his arms tightly locking her right arm, which held the whisk, along with the side of her waist.
Li Mochou hurriedly kicked away the incoming attacks in front of her.
Lu Liding and the other two flew backward, crashing heavily onto the ground and spitting up blood.
Seeing this, Yang Guo used both feet to directly wrap around Li Mochou's knees and lower legs!
His entire body was practically hanging off Li Mochou's back.
This was purely a grappling technique he had mastered back when scuffling with ruffians.
Li Mochou froze for a moment.
She had traveled the jianghu for more than ten years.
She had seen sword users, saber users, poison users, and hidden weapon throwers.
She had truly never seen anyone who would stick right onto her like this the moment the fight started.
A buzz rang in Li Mochou's head, and her heart instantly turned into a chaotic mess.
In the jianghu, who wouldn't be terrified upon hearing the title "Scarlet Maiden"?
Even those so-called famous sect leaders and heroes thought getting out of her way too slowly was a risk.
As for the occasional sleazebags whose eyes had barely stolen a glance at her collar,
before getting even three feet close, their hearts would already be pierced by a lethal Ice Soul Silver Needle.
Yet today, it was as if she had met a ghost.
A little beggar wearing a ragged padded jacket actually dared to hug her like this.
Li Mochou gritted her silver teeth, just about to channel the true qi in her dantian to blast this little beggar away.
However, the cold poison energy she had just gathered was violently surged over by the masculine true qi behind her, instantly scattering on the spot.
She had entered the Ancient Tomb at ten, slept on the Cold Jade Bed, and drunk honey water. After leaving her sect, she had not been touched by a shred of worldly air for over ten years.
Though thirty years old, she was still a pure maiden, disdaining to touch even the hem of a man's clothes on ordinary days.
Yet right now, the small body against her back was wickedly hot.
The Nine Yang true qi was extremely Yang and fierce, like a red brand fresh out of a charcoal stove.
Li Mochou felt a numbness in her waist, and half of her body almost lost its strength.
Yang Guo raised his voice and shouted:
"Aniu!"
"Stop watching the show!"
"Hurry up and move the rack, then take them away!"
Only then did Aniu snap back to his senses, hurriedly running over to move the weapon rack blocking the exit.
Li Mochou's face darkened:
"Stinking brat, let go."
Yang Guo's eardrums hurt from the shock, but he tightened his arms even harder, wishing he could snap her waist in two:
"Not letting go!"
Li Mochou roared: "Are you looking to die?"
Yang Guo gritted his teeth and said:
"I certainly don't want to!"
"Isn't it because I have no other options left!"
"If I let go, I'll die even faster!"
The next moment, a surge of force violently exploded from within Li Mochou's body.
Yang Guo felt his arms go numb, as if he were holding a pillar that suddenly vibrated violently.
The skin between his thumbs and forearms throbbed with pain on the spot.
Yet the Nine Yang true qi also began to circulate on its own, a warm current surging into his arms.
That numb feeling was actually forced right back down.
Li Mochou could not help but be shocked in her heart:
"Hmm?"
"What kind of internal cultivation is this kid practicing?"
Although she hadn't used her full strength just now, if an ordinary person had taken that, both arms would have been ruined long ago.
Yet Yang Guo, a twelve-year-old child, could actually still hold her bound tightly.
Li Mochou pondered in her heart:
"The true qi in this kid is extremely pure, warm without being dry, continuous and unbroken."
"It's quite unlike any path of internal cultivation I've ever seen before."
Just as Li Mochou was struck by this thought,
Wu Sanniang seized the opportunity to strike with a palm:
"Great opportunity!"
The Lu Liding couple also attacked at the same time.
Li Mochou's eyes turned cold as she pushed her left palm outward.
Bang!
Four forces slammed into one another.
Wu Sanniang was knocked back several meters.
The Lu Liding couple was thrown backward again.
After several rounds, the three were almost exhausted, gasping heavily and unable to move.
Yang Guo, clinging to her back, was nearly thrown off with them.
"I say, you three!"
"Take it easy, I'm still back here!"
Li Mochou completely lost her patience:
"Stinking brat."
"Do you really think I can't kill you?"
Her right shoulder sank sharply, her right hand clawing back, five fingers gripping Yang Guo's back neck like an eagle's claw.
Exerting force, she lifted him outward!
Yang Guo was yanked clean off her back and flung into the air right in front of her.
Li Mochou raised her left palm, a sharp wind rising from her palm.
The fierce palm wind pressed down head-on, violently blowing open the messy bangs across Yang Guo's forehead.
Lu Wushuang's expression changed drastically as she cried out in alarm:
"Yang Guo!"
Cheng Ying also nervously clenched her hands.
Aniu was even more direct, grabbing half a wooden stick nearby, preparing to rush forward.
"Nobody come over!" Yang Guo suddenly shouted.
Aniu came to a dead stop.
Li Mochou looked at Yang Guo held in her hand, but her palm strike didn't fall.
Earlier when he was far away, she only thought this little beggar was bold.
Now up close, she finally saw Yang Guo's features clearly.
Although his face was smeared with soot and dirt, his underlying looks were breathtakingly handsome.
Sword eyebrows swept into his temples, his nose bridge high and straight.
Those eyes were clear black and white, revealing a wild, unyielding rebellion.
Even though his life was held in someone else's hands.
His mouth was still stubborn, and though there was fear in his eyes, he wasn't panicked.
Li Mochou suddenly remembered Lu Zhanyuan in his youth.
He too had good looks and was full of high spirits.
Yet this vibrant, free-spirited vitality before her eyes was more than ten times handsomer than the Lu Zhanyuan she had pined for and waited for in solitude for ten years!
Li Mochou's throat tightened, waves rippling in her eyes, and that palm strike could no longer descend no matter what.
"Stinking brat, aren't you afraid of death?"
Yang Guo calmed his tension and said slowly:
"Afraid, of course I'm afraid."
"I'm only twelve."
"I haven't even eaten many years of meals."
"How could I not be afraid of death?"
Li Mochou snorted softly:
"Then you still dare block me?"
Yang Guo thought about it:
"If I tell the truth,"
"would you spare me?"
Li Mochou said: "No."
Yang Guo frowned:
"Then isn't that that."
"Since I'm dead either way,"
"what's the use of being afraid?"
Li Mochou looked at him without speaking.
Yang Guo quickly struck while the iron was hot.
"Immortal Fairy."
"Can we talk things over?"
Li Mochou's brow twitched:
"What did you call me?"
Yang Guo chuckled and said:
"Immortal Fairy."
"Doesn't the jianghu call you the Scarlet Maiden?"
"Me calling you Immortal Fairy is completely reasonable, isn't it?"
Li Mochou's gaze turned cold:
"You certainly know quite a lot."
Yang Guo said: "That's all stuff I heard."
Li Mochou continued asking:
"What else did you hear?"
Yang Guo looked at her:
"Jianghu rumors say you're a top-tier beauty."
The courtyard suddenly went quiet.
The three of Lu Liding lying on the ground, gasping for breath, were filled with utter shock seeing Yang Guo like this.
Li Mochou also paused. If an adult man had said this to her face, she would have long struck him dead with a palm.
Yet Yang Guo was only twelve, and he spoke so naturally.
It didn't sound like flirtation, but more like saying whatever he saw.
Instead, it made it hard to blow up in anger for a moment.
Her heart, which had been like a dry well for ten years, suddenly had a stone tossed into it, sending out light ripples.
Li Mochou looked at Yang Guo:
"And then?"
Yang Guo was overjoyed inside. It worked! As long as she was willing to talk, he could stall:
"And then today I met you in person,"
"and found that the rumors were slightly off."
Li Mochou narrowed her eyes and asked:
"Off where?"
Yang Guo smiled and said:
"Those people spoke far too conservatively."
"Looking at you up close now, Immortal Fairy, man, even the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden descending to the mortal world would only look like this, right?"
Wu Sanniang: "..."
Lu Liding: "..."
Lu Wushuang whispered to Cheng Ying:
"This Yang Guo, is he really not afraid of death?"
Cheng Ying didn't answer either, because she couldn't understand it either.
Li Mochou, on the other hand, had the corner of her mouth involuntarily twitch at Yang Guo's words.
Her brow furrowed slightly, and the fingers gripping his collar loosened by half a fraction.
Yang Guo took advantage of the opening, his mouth running lightning-fast:
"Immortal Fairy, you look like a divine fairy walking out of a painting, born to be loved by people."
"Yet every day, you carry a whisk around screaming kill and beat, covered in blood. Isn't that ruining your matchless beauty?"
"If you were to sit on a pleasure boat in Lin'an City, all the talented scholars and refined poets in the whole city would probably write several poems to praise you."
"Now, for the sake of a dead, cold-hearted jerk, fighting with weapons every day, what are you seeking?"
Hearing Yang Guo talk about his older brother like this, Lu Liding summoned a breath to speak, but he truly lacked the strength.
Lu Erniang held him, whispering: "Husband, do not be angry. This young brother is buying time for Shuang'er and the others."
The smile on Li Mochou's face slowly faded:
"Stinking brat, what on earth are you trying to say?"
Yang Guo deliberately slowed down his speaking pace:
"I'm trying to say."
"Lu Zhanyuan passed away from illness."
"Heaven has actually already taken revenge for you."
"Yet you insist on killing people who have no hatred or enmity with you."
"Instead, it damages your own fortune."
Li Mochou said coldly:
"Brat, are you teaching me how to do things?"
Yang Guo immediately shook his head:
"No way. How would I dare."
"I'm settling the accounts for you."
"If you kill them, what will people in the jianghu say about you in the future?"
"They won't say that Li Mochou avenged her broken heart."
"They will only say—"
"The Scarlet Maiden, that murderous demon, is narrow-minded and wouldn't even spare young girls."
Li Mochou's fingers tightened slightly.
Yang Guo's neck hurt, and he quickly added:
"Of course!"
"If you don't care about your reputation at all,"
"just take it as if I said nothing."
Li Mochou stared at him for a long while:
"Nonsense, when have I ever cared about other people's opinions?"
Yang Guo asked back:
"Do you really not care at all?"
"Scarlet Maiden or Beautiful Fairy—pick one yourself."
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