ebookland Chapter 125 You Lost
Chapter 125 You Lost
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Yang Guo curled his lips and said, "Then how tall is my Uncle Guo?"
He Yihong laughed: "Guo Jing's martial arts are probably as high as seven or eight floors, and what I am going to teach you is as high as eleven or twelve floors."
"So powerful!" Yang Guo said in surprise.
"Tell me, why did you come to Quanzhen Sect?" He Yihong said.
Yang Guo kicked a stone, then sat on the ground and said sadly: "I bit Da Wu and Xiao Wu on Peach Blossom Island, and slapped Fu Mei. The old blind man also disliked me, so my uncle Guo had no choice but to send me here."
He Yihong was a little surprised and said: "Bite? Don't you know martial arts?"
Yang Guo picked up a dead branch nearby, and while breaking off the branches on it, he said, “My mother did teach me a little, but I didn’t practice it well enough.”
He Yihong said: "Mu Nianci's martial arts are too superficial."
Yang Guo immediately stood up, staring at He Yihong and asked, "Do you know my mother? Do you know my father?"
He Yihong nodded and said, "I haven't seen them, but I've heard of them."
Yang Guo quickly asked: "Then do you know how my father died?"
He Yihong nodded and said, "Your father was poisoned to death. Your grandfather was Yang Tiexin, the great-grandson of Yang Zaixing, a famous general who fought against the Jin Dynasty. But your father recognized the enemy as his father and became the young prince of the Jin Dynasty. Later, a conspiracy was discovered by your aunt Guo, and he wanted to kill your aunt Guo to silence her. However, your aunt Guo was wearing soft armor at the time, and he hit her with a palm, and she was poisoned by the snake venom and unfortunately died of the poison."
“This is impossible!” Yang Guo didn’t believe it. He didn’t believe that his father was the kind of person who recognized a thief as his father.
He Yihong asked, "Why did your uncle Guo name you Yang Guo, and the courtesy name was Gaizhi? The meaning is that it is a great virtue to correct one's mistakes. What do you want to do in the future? A hero like your uncle Guo, or a traitor like your father?"
"Of course it's the hero!" Yang Guo immediately said loudly.
He Yihong nodded: "I hope I am not wrong about you."
"Do you want to teach me martial arts?" Yang Guo said.
He Yihong nodded and said, "More than a hundred years ago, there was an evil skill in the martial arts world called "The Great Method of Transforming Power". This evil skill is a skill that uses poison to eliminate a person's internal strength. At that time, everyone in the martial arts world was terrified when they heard about it."
“You want to teach me the “Transformation Technique”? Yang Guo said immediately.
He Yihong smiled: "The "Energy Transformation Method" is derived from another magical skill, which is called the "Northern Divine Art". The "Northern Divine Art" draws the inner strength of the world and uses it for my own benefit, while the "Energy Transformation Method" can only eliminate the enemy's internal strength, but cannot draw it for my own use. The "Energy Transformation Method" is like taking thousands of gold coins a day and then throwing them on the ground, which is just a waste of heaven's gifts. But in the eyes of others, it is all the involuntary leakage of one's own internal strength."
Yang Guo said in surprise: "You want to teach me the "Northern Divine Art"?"
He Yihong nodded: "This method can only be used to deal with evil people, remember?"
Yang Guo thought for a moment and said, "Does someone like Zhao Zhijing count?"
He Yihong said: "It's not a big evil. But this "Northern Divine Art" is ultimately harmful to others and beneficial to oneself. If you don't want to become a target of public condemnation, you must use it with extreme caution."
"Yes!" Yang Guo said.
"Kneel down and kowtow nine times. This is the etiquette for becoming a disciple of our sect." He Yihong said.
"Disciple Yang Guo, hello to Master!" Yang Guo immediately knelt down and kowtowed in front of He Yihong.
He Yihong said, "The name of our sect is Xiaoyao Sect. In addition to you, there is a Lu Family Manor in Jiaxing. Miss Lu Wushuang and their cousin Miss Cheng Ying from the Lu Family are both your senior sisters. Um... the order of our disciples is based on the order of their entry. Although you are older than them, you can only be the third."
"Oh!" Yang Guo was a little unhappy after hearing that.
He Yihong said: "What I taught them is another magical skill of our sect, called 'Small Formless Skill'. There is also 'Eight Wastelands and Six Directions Only I Am Supreme Skill', plus the 'Northern Sea Magic Skill' that I will teach you, which makes up the three great magical skills of our sect."
“‘The Art of Being the Only One in the Eight Desolations and Six Directions’, this name is so arrogant and domineering!” Yang Guo said.
He Yihong smiled and said: "This is the main skill practiced by your great-grandmaster, so it is naturally powerful." After He Yihong finished speaking, he dissolved the tiny bit of internal energy that Yang Guo had, and then taught him the practice method of the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian of "Northern Divine Art".
Yang Guo was indeed a genius in martial arts, and he mastered it in just two quarters of an hour.
After practicing for a while, Yang Guo said to He Yihong: "Master, I don't want to stay in Quanzhen Sect anymore, please take me away!"
He Yihong thought for a moment and said, "You go back first. I will talk to Qiu Chuji about this matter tomorrow. Even if they don't allow it, I will take you away."
"Yes! Master!" Yang Guo said happily.
The next morning, He Yihong came to Quanzhen Sect with a guqin on his back, looking very showy.
He Yihong used his Qinggong to come to the Quanzhen Sect's martial arts arena, and floated on a branch in a very showy manner. He plucked the strings of the zither, and the sound spread far away.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into Quanzhen Sect!" A Quanzhen disciple pointed his sword at He Yihong and shouted.
"The Quanzhen disciples are getting worse with each generation." He Yihong said while playing the piano.
When Qiu Chuji heard the sound of the piano, he realized that there was internal strength contained in the sound and immediately came to the martial arts field.
"Who are you, young friend? Why are you here in my Quanzhen Sect?" Qiu Chuji frowned and asked He Yihong. He knew that He Yihong must be a person with profound skills, otherwise it would be impossible for him to step lightly on the branches swaying in the wind, and with one leg on the branch and the other leg supporting the guqin.
He Yihong said while playing the zither: "I found that your Quanzhen Sect has a martial arts genius. I am afraid that you will mislead the students, so I came to take him away."
Even though Qiu Chuji was well-mannered, he was so angry after hearing what He Yihong said. He squinted his eyes and looked at He Yihong and said, "I want to see what you are capable of."
He Yihong smiled, plucked the strings with his fingers, and a clear sound rang out. Then, a phantom of a big knife chopped towards Qiu Chuji.
Qiu Chuji had never seen such a technique before, so he jumped up and dodged the shadow of the big knife. The shadow of the big knife chopped directly on the bluestone ground, leaving a long and deep mark, and the broken stones flew everywhere. Qiu Chuji and his disciples saw the effect and opened their mouths in surprise.
He Yihong plucked the strings of the zither again, and several swords chopped at Qiu Chuji. Qiu Chuji did not dare to underestimate him, and drew out a disciple's long sword to meet him. He infused the long sword with his internal force, and chopped the three shadowy swords that were coming towards him into pieces.
"Zheng Zheng Zheng~" He Yihong plucked the strings quickly, and a group of long sword phantoms appeared, spinning and slashing towards Qiu Chuji. Qiu Chuji jumped up, dodged two long sword phantoms, and then smashed three, resolving his own crisis.
"Not bad!" He Yihong smiled. He plucked the strings again, and a string of crescent-shaped blades covered Qiu Chuji from top to bottom and left to right.
Qiu Chuji's face changed, and he quickly waved his steel sword to meet the attack. However, he missed two cuts, and his left leg and right arm were cut. Although the wounds were not deep, he looked a little embarrassed.
"You lose." He Yihong said with a smile.
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