At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

A flash of frustration flashed across Hong Qigong's face, but the moment he turned to look at Guo Jing, he had regained his composure.

Although he had a kind heart, he was not so pedantic as to be held hostage by irrelevant people. But the victim was different.

After a moment of silence, Hong Qigong looked at Guo Jing with a serious expression, "The elder of the Beggars' Sect almost made a big mistake, and this old beggar cannot escape the blame. If you have any requests, as long as they are not against morality, this old beggar will do his best to compensate you."

Guo Jing was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at Niu Dingtian on the stands. Hong Qigong also turned his head to look.

However, Niu Dingtian seemed to have sensed something. He just lowered his head, picked up the teacup, and sipped the tea with sparkling eyes, pretending not to have seen it.

Once this matter was pushed in front of him, it became a feud between him and the Northern Beggar. If he let it go, it would seem that he was afraid of the other party. If the lion spoke, it would not be what he wanted, and no matter how he expressed his opinion, it would be inappropriate.

Hong Qigong had a thoughtful look on his face, and then looked at Guo Jing again, waiting for his reply.

Seeing that his uncle-master ignored him and suddenly facing so many eyes, Guo Jing became a little nervous.

So he hurriedly asked for help from several masters on the podium, but Ke Zhen'e, Zhu Cong and Han Baoju all had no expression on their faces and did not say a word.

Obviously, in their view, the grudge has been resolved with the death of the person, and the blood feud between the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan and the Beggars' Sect has been avenged.

Guo Jing had never experienced such a scene that attracted so much attention. Seeing that there was no hope for help, his heart was pounding. He blushed and held his breath for a long time before he stammered, "I, I, I don't want any compensation."

"Senior Hong, just take good care of the Beggars' Sect disciples and let them be chivalrous and do good deeds in the future."

After saying this, Guo Jing heaved a sigh of relief, his dark and honest face showing a look of relief.

On the viewing platform, the spectators around suddenly fell silent after hearing this, and then whispered to each other:
"What a naive and silly boy..."

"Is this the disciple of the Seven Devils?"

"How can he be stupid? This boy is so kind and chivalrous at such a young age. He will definitely be a blessing to the martial arts world in the future."

……

At this moment, Hong Qigong had a complicated expression on his face. Such an honest and sincere answer put him in a dilemma.

As a senior in the martial arts world and a big boss, he was known for his chivalry. If this kid asked for compensation, he would naturally give him some benefits and send him off.

But now, not only did he not bear any grudge in his heart, he was also naively free of desires and demands. So he couldn't just let it go, otherwise if the news got out, it would be a disgrace to the Beggars' Sect.

"Little brother, why do you practice martial arts?" Hong Qigong pondered as he walked towards Guo Jing with his big feet. When they were ten feet away, he suddenly looked up and asked.

Guo Jing was stunned for a moment, then scratched the back of his head and said innocently, "My mother taught me that being chivalrous and helping people in need is the duty of a martial artist. In the future, I must be chivalrous and help those in need. I must also serve the country and the people and keep in mind the great cause of the nation."

When he spoke to the end, there was an incomparable determination between his thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Somehow, when these words came out of his mouth, no one present thought he was putting on a show. This made many people feel ashamed and embarrassed.

Since ancient times, martial arts conferences have also been called hero conferences, but how many people present are truly worthy of the word hero?
Hong Qigong was stunned for a moment, and seeing the boy's expression, he knew that he was not faking it. Then he seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked with a fixed gaze, "Would you like to call me Master?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the square fell into dead silence. Niu Dingtian was so shocked that he put down his teacup and raised his head in a daze.

This silly boy still can't escape the fate of practicing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?

"No no no!"

Guo Jing reacted and waved his hand to refuse without thinking, as if he was afraid of being contaminated by something terrible.

"You don't even want to be taught the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms by an old beggar?" Hong Qigong asked with a frown, thinking to himself, how could he, one of the Five Great Masters, despise him so much?
Glancing at Ke Zhen'e, Zhu Cong, and Han Baoju on the platform, Hong Qigong pondered and said, "You are a disciple of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan. I, an old beggar, would not do anything to steal someone's disciple. You only need to call me Master. You don't need to enter the sect or perform the ritual of kneeling down. I will teach you the first fifteen of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms as compensation."

"You are not a member of the Beggars' Sect. Fifteen palms is the limit for me to teach you, but you must also swear not to pass it on to others."

In fact, according to his real thoughts, he did not mind the title of Master, but it would seem too cheap if he casually spread the secret skills of his sect to others in public.

Such a good thing as a pie falling from the sky is hard to find even with a lantern in the world, but Hong Qigong underestimated Guo Jing.

That was the person who rejected Niu Dingtian.

So, amidst the noisy discussions around him, Guo Jing looked at the masters weakly, then looked at his own Uncle Master Niu, then turned to look at Hong Qigong and said seriously:

"Thank you, Senior Hong, for your kindness. The martial arts I am practicing now were taught by Master Niu. Without the consent of the masters and Master Niu, I dare not learn the external martial arts."

"And the younger generation has already..."

"Cough cough cough~"

Before Guo Jing could finish his earnest refusal, he was interrupted by a cough. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw his Uncle Niu slowly standing up.

Niu Dingtian smiled warmly and said loudly: "Since Gang Leader Hong is so kind, Jing'er should not refuse. I will accept this for your masters."

Ke Zhen'e on the stage felt extremely unhappy when he heard this, but he did not object. Just like when Niu Dingtian taught him martial arts, this was a rare opportunity for Guo Jing.

"But……"

Guo Jing frowned and wanted to refuse.

Niu Dingtian waved his hand to stop him. He had originally planned to let Guo Jing practice martial arts after the meeting. Now that he was about to fall asleep and someone brought him a pillow, he naturally would not refuse. So he stared at Hong Qigong and said, "To be honest, I am also very interested in Hong Gang Master's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but I don't care about the martial arts that others pass on to Jing'er."

After a pause, he looked at Yideng and said thoughtfully, "If Gang Leader Hong is willing to follow the example of Master Chongyang and Master Yideng, I can also take out the Nine Yin Manual in exchange for the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. What do you think, Gang Leader Hong?"

"What? Nine Yin Scriptures?" As soon as the words fell, someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Then there was a lot of discussion:
"The Nine Yin Manual is actually in his hands!"

"No wonder he can master such martial arts at such a young age...it turns out that it is thanks to the Nine Yin Manual!"

"But shouldn't the scripture be in the hands of Master Wang Chongyang? Master Chongyang won the first prize in the Huashan Sword Contest that year..."

Someone's breathing gradually became rapid, and with greed in his heart, he looked at Niu Dingtian again, with an incomparable heat in his eyes.

Among them, Ouyang Feng was the most outstanding.

Niu Dingtian's eyes sparkled, and he looked around and said loudly: "My lifelong hobbies are fine wine, beautiful women, and martial arts. As long as others can show me the same martial arts, I will exchange them with them."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd was instantly in chaos.

Meanwhile, on the roof of the palace in the distance, the pair of eyes under the grey cloth were glaring wide open with anger, and the nostrils were making a buzzing sound.

Just as Hong Qigong was about to speak with a hesitant look on his face, he angrily tore off the gray cloth on his body, stood on the roof, stamped his feet, pulled his beard and shouted: "I don't agree! I don't agree! !"

Without waiting for more than a thousand eyes to converge on him, the old naughty boy put one hand on his waist and pointed at Niu Dingtian and Hong Qigong with the other hand, puffing his beard and glaring at them and shouting, "You Niu! And you stinky beggar! A Nine Yin Manual who deceived the old naughty boy! A stupid nephew who scared the old naughty boy!"

Among the Quanzhen disciples, Wang Chuyi was the first to react. Seeing Zhou Botong suddenly appear, he was overjoyed and shouted, "Uncle Master, it turned out that it was you this morning, and you are still alive!"

Zhou Botong said angrily, "Bah, of course I'm alive! Huang Lao Xie has been trying to harm me for more than ten years, but he has never succeeded. Ha, Huang Lao Xie, why don't you try again."

When he heard the word "alive or not", Zhou Botong immediately remembered the incident on Peach Blossom Island. He pointed the middle finger at Huang Yaoshi and stuck out his tongue in provocation, but he had already left Niu Dingtian and Hong Qigong aside.

When Qiu Chuji saw this, he felt something was not good. He had finally found a strong ally, but now you had provoked three families at once.

As expected, after hearing this, Huang Yaoshi glanced at him sideways, then snorted softly, and without saying anything else, he turned into a green shadow and shot towards the Old Boy.

"Island Master Huang, please show mercy! Uncle Zhou didn't mean to offend us!" Ma Yu understood everything and shouted hurriedly at the green shadow.

Zhou Botong was so angry that he shouted, "Pooh, pooh, pooh, the old naughty boy was deliberately offending me! He was deliberately offending me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "bang" sound, and he was already facing Huang Yaoshi's Peach Blossom Falling Flower Palm.

The two men fought faster and faster, and on the roof it became difficult to see the changes in their moves with the naked eye.

The moves of the Old Boy were exquisite and fantastic, obviously stronger than those in his earlier fight with the Divine Condor. Huang Yaoshi used all his strength to fight him.

The Seven Quanzhen Masters originally thought that once their uncle-master arrived, as long as they worked together with the Tiangang Big Dipper Formation, they would be able to move freely and stay safe today. However, they didn't expect that their uncle-master simply lost his mind and immediately fought with Huang Yaoshi to a stalemate.

Just like that, the people below were dazzled and for a moment, they seemed to have forgotten about the exchange of martial arts between Niu Dingtian and Hong Qigong.

Ma Yu became more and more anxious, and could not help but shout: "Uncle, don't fight with Master Huang yet! Junior Brother Qiu will have a life-and-death duel in a while, and you will have to watch over him."

At this moment, Ouyang Feng, who was two seats away from Yideng, suddenly interrupted and shouted, "Yes, Old Boy, you are definitely not Huang Lao Xie's opponent. Run for your life. Run, run!"

Zhou Botong was provoked by him and refused to stop. He shouted angrily while attacking, "You old evil creature, if the old naughty boy fights with you again, I will make you kneel down and call me grandpa."

He remembered the time when he was beaten by Ouyang Feng. Now that his martial arts skills have reached perfection, he wants to get back at them one by one.

Ouyang Feng sneered in his heart and glanced at Niu Dingtian. Seeing that he looked as if it had nothing to do with him, he felt relieved and laughed at Huang Yaoshi, "Brother Yao, the Quanzhen Sect is so ignorant that they dare to attack you."

"You are the leader of a generation. You will lose your status if you fight with these youngsters. You can deal with the older ones, and I will send the younger ones away for you. What do you think?"

Huang Yaoshi was just marveling at Zhou Botong's boxing skills during their fight, and when he heard these words, he couldn't help but feel a hint of contempt in his heart.

Not only is it that you, the great master of the Five Wonders, are bullying the weak, but you have not even seen through the true intentions of your good son-in-law.

That guy is a typical person who protects his own people and wants to save face. Now that the new religion has just been established, it is difficult for him to personally take action against the Seven True Men, so how can he allow outsiders to harm the lives of his guests in his territory?

Not only did Huang Yaoshi feel ashamed when he heard the old poisoner mention it again, but also in front of everyone. At a time when the Seven Quanzhen disciples were all facing a formidable enemy, Hong Qigong, who had a lot of opinions about Quanzhen Sect, directly said angrily:

"Are you speaking human language or bullshit?"

At this moment, for the first time, he, a dignified Beggar from the North, felt ashamed to be on par with the Poison from the West.

Ouyang Feng's expression froze. He wanted to laugh it off again, but everyone around him was looking at him in surprise, and he suddenly felt his ears popping.

If you try to fool him again, you’ll be finished with the West Poison!

Thinking of this, Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed with coldness, staring at Hong Qigong like a venomous snake, and punched Niu Dingtian on the side, saying coldly: "I have been tolerant of this stinky old beggar, but he didn't give me any face at all."

"Today, we should settle our grudges and discuss martial arts. I cannot just watch Brother Yao excel. I think we should learn from him about the progress of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and see if it is worth it for Master Niu to exchange the true scriptures!"

As he said this, Ouyang Feng leaped up and flew towards Hong Qigong in the field. (End of this chapter)