Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 172 Your Name, Choose It Yourself

"Why do I want your head?" Qiu Chuji grabbed Wanyan Kang by the back of the neck, pulled him over the roof, and left the palace without alerting the guards in the palace.

At this time, Wanyan Kang did not realize how shocking this was.

After all, the princess had just been 'held hostage', and the entire palace was in a very sensitive stage. The defense was much stronger than before. After all, no less than ten guards were executed for 'dereliction of duty' yesterday, and the maid and the nanny who were responsible for taking care of the princess were whipped to death in public.

Although Wanyan Honglie behaved like a modest gentleman in front of Bao Xiruo and did not bear to force her for more than ten years, he showed his brutality and fangs when he was with other people.

Qiu Chuji dragged Wanyan Kang out of the city as if flying in the clouds, and dropped him in front of the joint tomb of Yang Tiexin and his wife.

In order to prevent Wanyan Honglie from sending people to dig up the grave and steal the bodies, the tombstone of Yang Tiexin and his wife only had the words "Yang couple buried together" engraved on it. The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan also tampered with the tombstone and the surrounding area to make the cemetery look not new, but as if it had been there for some time.

Wanyan Kang knelt in front of the tombstone, tears welling up in his eyes, but he tried hard to hold them back.

"A real man, if you want to cry, then cry. If you want to howl, then howl. Why hold it in?" Qiu Chuji said.

After hearing this, Wanyan Kang's tears retreated a little, and he said without turning his head: "Thank you... Thank you for telling me that my mother's tomb is here."

After a pause, he suddenly said, "I won't... I won't tell him. Mother's grave is here. My mother likes to be buried with... I won't go against what mother likes."

Yesterday, Wanyan Honglie went crazy and ordered people to find Bao Xiruo's body. Now he is still drinking decadently in the palace. Wanyan Kang knows all this, but what should he choose?
Some people say that Guo Jing and Yang Kang’s situations are actually similar.

But how are they similar?

Under Temujin, Guo Jing was at most an excellent employee. He was bought off when he was valuable, abandoned when he was worthless, and killed if he dared to go against him.

Guo Jing and Temujin fell out, but he was able to escape because Tolui at that time really treated Guo Jing as a brother and helped him escape, otherwise Guo Jing would have been hacked to death by Temujin's men.

Wanyan Honglie really treated Yang Kang as his own son. As a prince of the Jin Dynasty, he not only had one queen, Bao Xiruo, but also had no other children. This was either impossible or he was a natural born romantic who was deeply in love.

It is not uncommon for romantic people to appear in the imperial family.

Isn’t it the same how Zhao Shicheng treated Tang Wan?
"Do you regret it?" Qiu Chuji asked.

Wanyan Kang finally turned around, his eyes were bloodshot and red: "Regret? Regret what? Regret that you were born with the surname Yang? Or regret that you are not my father's biological son? Or regret that you did not betray my father and follow you? Do I have a choice? Do I have a choice?"

Wanyan Kang's words at this moment were all from the heart, but how could he tell how much of this sincerity was due to gratitude and how much was due to wealth and glory?
"No! What I want to ask is, do you regret not practicing martial arts well and strengthening yourself? If you have enough strength, you can protect your mother even in the most complicated situation." There was a magic in Qiu Chuji's calm voice, which gradually calmed down the angry and excited Wanyan Kang.

He knelt there dejectedly, turned his head away, and didn't look at the corner of Qiu Chuji's Taoist robe fluttering in the night wind.

"Didn't you protect anything?" Wanyan Kang finally murmured in a low voice.

"That's right! But if I can't do it, then you can't do it either?"

"My master is Wang Chongyang, the best in the world, and your master is just Changchunzi of Quanzhen Sect. So this is why you are not as good as me, and even worse than your master?" Qiu Chuji continued to provoke Wanyan Kang with words. Even at this time, Qiu Chuji still wanted to confirm the quality of the boy in front of him.

To cultivate the heart of Taoism with the devil fetus, whether it is to use evil to achieve good, or to use good to achieve evil, a firm and resolute heart is indispensable.

Not everyone can be a cauldron master.

Except for Han Bai, he was completely possessed by Chi Zunxin.

Wanyan Kang stood up suddenly, turned around and stared at Qiu Chuji fiercely: "So... you taught me? You only taught me for three to five days every year, and then just told me to respect my teacher?"

"Well said!"

"This is the teacher's fault!"

"So, I'm giving you another chance to choose now."

"Have a dream first! When you wake up... tell me what kind of person you want to be, what kind of life you want to live." Qiu Chuji pointed at Wanyan Kang's Fengfu acupoint from a distance, then took out a bowl of 'Worry-Free Soup', brought it to Wanyan Kang, and fed him a bowl.

Wanyan Kang only saw Qiu Chuji's eyes which were as deep as the night sky, and countless stories seemed to be reflected in his eyes.

Soon, Wanyan Kang fell into a dream.

In the dream that Qiu Chuji helped guide and weave, and under the powerful emotional appeal of the "Worry-Free Soup", Wanyan Kang lived out his originally destined life in an extremely realistic way.

He struggled with his identity and sought self-identification in the cracks of fate. He tried hard to break away from the past, but ended up going back to his old ways.

When he reached the end, what came to his mind was not fear, but relief.

Drops of tears slid down his face again, and the bitterness that penetrated his heart kept spreading in his chest.

But at the same time, a face continued to magnify and materialize in his mind, like the last life-saving straw.

Mu Nianci!
He wanted to hold her tightly and firmly and never let go.

When he opened his eyes and saw Qiu Chuji's figure, a trace of confusion flashed across Wanyan Kang's face.

Everything he had just experienced was so real, so real that it made him feel as if he had really lived his whole life and then returned to this turning point of fate.

Even if it happened again, he still felt powerless because of his fate.

Abandon the identity of the little prince and become Yang Kang?
He couldn't bear to let go, not only because of the wealth and glory, but also because of Wanyan Honglie's true feelings for him. In Wanyan Kang's heart, that was his "father".

There is no doubt that Wanyan Honglie was the initiator of all these tragedies.

It was he who instigated Duan Tiande to massacre Niujia Village, while he himself played the role of a rescuer and abducted the unsuspecting Bao Xiruo back to the palace.

He should hate this man.

Stop thinking about becoming Yang Kang and completely become Wanyan Kang?
is it possible?

The kidnapping of the princess caused a lot of uproar, and the "scandal" had spread throughout the Kingdom of Jin. Apart from Wanyan Honglie, who else would recognize his identity as a young prince?
If not, why would the young prince of the Jin Kingdom, who was originally pampered in Zhongdu, go deep into the Song territory and do things that he shouldn't do? As a result, he was captured by the Taihu Lake bandits.

"woke up?"

"Come and eat when you wake up."

The fire on the side finally attracted Wanyan Kang's attention. Qiu Chuji had already started a fire at some point, and a pheasant and a rabbit were roasting on it.

"Aren't you... a vegetarian?" Wanyan Kangmumu asked.

"Master has reached the required level now, we can eat it now." Qiu Chuji naturally picked up the roasted pheasant, sniffed it in front of his nose, scraped off the burnt parts, and continued to roast it in front of the fire.

"In fact, roasting wild game requires great skills. Generally speaking, the miscellaneous wood that has grown for hundreds of years in the cracks of rocks on the mountain tastes best when it is burned into charcoal and then roasted. An open flame may look strong, but it is too strong, and often the outside is burnt while the inside is still raw." Qiu Chuji turned the pheasant and taught some tips on roasting chicken.

Wanyan Kang walked over and kicked the ground to put out the fire.

"My mother is sleeping here, don't disturb her!" Wanyan Kang said awkwardly.

"How do you know that your mother doesn't want to see you eat well and rest well?" Qiu Chuji asked back.

Then he tore off a drumstick from the roasted half pheasant and handed it to Wanyan Kang: "Try it and see if the one I roasted suits your taste."

Wanyan Kang did not take it, but he also stopped kicking out the mud and put out the fire.

Qiu Chuji didn't force him. He took back the chicken leg, stuffed it into his mouth, and then frowned.

His skill in roasting chicken was actually quite good, but after having just eaten the dish cooked by Huang Rong during the day, the comparison between his skill and that of roasting chicken seemed not so good.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Do you want me to change my last name to Yang?"

"Impossible! I can't stand it, and I...my father won't let me go." Wanyan Kang sat on the tree stump opposite Qiu Chuji, staring at the fire in a daze. Everything he had just dreamed of was still vivid in his mind.

Wanyan Honglie "would not let him go" not only because of emotion, but also because of interests.

The bigger some things get, the more Wanyan Honglie wants to prove that all the rumors are false.

Only in this way can he ensure that he can continue to fight for that position.

A prince without adult children is naturally excluded from competing for the throne.

Because you have no heirs, all those who support you are worried that they have no way out and there are too many variables.

So from Wanyan Honglie's perspective, Wanyan Kang must be his biological son.

Wanyan Kang, who had just had a big dream, was undoubtedly more mature than before.

Of course, dreams are just dreams after all, and although they can improve us, they are limited.

"What's your last name? You decide."

"I'll give you a chance to choose."

“It will allow you to cultivate peerless martial arts in a short period of time and become a peerless master, but at the same time... you will suffer even greater torment. If you completely go astray, your master will clear you out.” Qiu Chuji handed the remaining roast chicken to Wanyan Kang.

"A peerless master? How good?" Wanyan Kang asked sarcastically.

He was indeed somewhat interested in martial arts, especially after witnessing Ouyang Feng's martial arts attainments in his 'dream'.

But no matter how strong the martial arts are, can it compare to a mighty army?

"It is taller than the royal palace in Zhongdu, taller than the imperial palace in Shangjing, and comparable to the Five Mountains!" Qiu Chuji said with certainty.

Once the demon fetus enters the body, even if the upper limit of this world is locked, Yang Kang will become a very rare super-gifted person throughout history. Even if there is no peerless martial arts given to him, he can still make a way for himself. With the blessing of peerless martial arts, his progress speed will exceed the imagination of many people.

The Wedding Dress Magic Skill was given to Guo Jing to help him grow quickly, reach the peak, and even surpass the peak.

But when given to Yang Kang, it was more like a shackle, locking up part of his potential and restricting and torturing him with this martial art.

(End of this chapter)