Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 176: Doing good intentionally is good, and doing evil unintentionally is also evil

With Wanyan Kang's current talent, he was of course able to master the Bing Xin Jue very quickly. Almost as soon as Qiu Chuji finished explaining all the key points, he had already mobilized a trace of mental energy to suppress his restless murderous intent.

In this turbulent world, the mental method used by the Nie family to suppress the mad blood of the Qilin is extremely effective in suppressing crazy demonic intent.

The method Qiu Chuji originally used to suppress the demon seed was to seal it with the Ice Heart Art. However, later the demon seed grew into a demon fetus, and the Ice Heart Art was no longer effective.

It's a pity that the effect of Bing Xin Jue is limited to suppression, but not eradication. In many cases, the harder the suppression, the stronger the explosion.

After practicing Bing Xin Jue several times, Wanyan Kang felt his mind was much clearer. He was no longer controlled by murderous intent, and he seemed to have weighed several pounds less.

"Why didn't you teach me this at the beginning?" Wanyan Kang asked Qiu Chuji.

This shows his immaturity.

Although smart, there is still a lot of room for growth.

"With your personality, if I teach you from the beginning, will you practice well?" Qiu Chuji asked back with full confidence.

When you confidently state that you have no problem and throw the question back, the other party will most likely doubt themselves.

Wanyan Kang was no exception, because many of his self-perceptions were still stuck in the past and had not been transformed.

"Okay! Listen to my arrangements for you in the next stage."

"For the next three months, I want you to leave the palace and become a man of the underworld. I don't care whether you kill people or not, but everyone you kill deserves to die. And my requirement for you is to do one good deed every day, regardless of the size of the good deed, and you don't ask for any reward or recognition."

Listening to Qiu Chuji's instructions, Wanyan Kang sneered: "Don't you think that by arranging it this way, I will become the 'good disciple' you envisioned?"

At this time, Wanyan Kang, on the one hand, doubted Qiu Chuji's true identity, but on the other hand, he still put himself in the role of Qiu Chuji in the past, which was very awkward.

"I don't care if you mean it or not, just do it!"

"Three months later, I will teach you a set of peerless swordsmanship that will be able to dominate the world." Qiu Chuji said.

"I don't need you to teach me. I can be invincible in the world just by using my claw skills." Wanyan Kang said confidently.

Even though he didn't have much experience in the martial arts world, after these few days, he had gained some idea of ​​the level of his own martial arts skills.

That claw skill, which was based on the Nine Yin White Bone Claw and integrated with Quanzhen sword, palm and fist techniques, was already considered one of the best martial arts in the world. Whether it was Master Lingzhi or Sha Tongtian in the palace, neither of them could last more than ten moves at the hands of Wanyan Kang.

Qiu Chuji didn't say any more nonsense, he just put his sword fingers together and raised his hand to point.

The invisible and colorless sword energy broke through the air and directly cut a flower tree ten steps away in half.

"Don't you want to learn this kind of martial arts?" Qiu Chuji asked Wanyan Kang.

Wanyan Kang swallowed, his heart pounding.

Ordinary martial arts, the bravery of a reckless man.

Super Kung Fu, no beef.

When martial arts have reached a certain level, one can disregard royal authority and not care about worldly matters.

Not to mention Qiu Chuji's realm and level of cultivation, even at the level of the Five Supremes, as long as they have no worries, they will be transcendent.

Hong Qigong can come and go freely in the Southern Song Dynasty palace, so if he wants to take off the head of the dog emperor, wouldn’t it be easy?
"I want to learn!" Wanyan Kang nodded heavily: "I agree to your request... Three months, right? I'll do it!"

"I hope you can keep your word."

Although he spoke in a firm and decisive manner, Wanyan Kang was actually already thinking about how to be sneaky and cunning.

How can we expect a little bastard who breaks a rabbit's legs in advance to please his mother and then sends it to his mother for treatment to be a good person and do good things?

"Take this with you. Every time you do a good deed, make a mark on it. If you lie, the mark you made will disappear." Qiu Chuji said after handing Wanyan Kang a wooden ruler.

Of course, there is nothing special about this ruler, but Qiu Chuji cannot say it directly, as he must know everything Wanyan Kang does!
Some things can be said directly, but some things are better left unknown to him for the time being.

Otherwise it is easy to arouse rebellious psychology.

Wanyan Kang took the ruler and was a little skeptical about what Qiu Chuji said. Is there really such a magical ruler?
After a few days, Wanyan Kang believed it... This ruler is really magical.

None of his cheating and deceit could be hidden from the ruler. As long as he did not do something truly good, the scratches on the ruler would automatically disappear the next day.

Every good deed you do every day, no matter how big or small, no matter how many people you help, it only counts as one.

This means that he has to do good things every day, rain or shine.

Although there is a saying: Even if you do good with good intentions, you will not be rewarded.

But Qiu Chuji now does not need Wanyan Kang's kindness from the bottom of his heart, that is still too far away.

In fact, many things are just a matter of habit.

People who are used to doing evil will continue to do evil, and will not stop even if there is no benefit in doing so.

People who are used to doing good will instinctively be kind to others as long as their interests are not infringed.

True kindness in this world is rare. Most people's kindness is just a momentary judgment and choice based on habit.

Qiu Chuji's goal now is to cultivate Wanyan Kang's "habit".

He did not train Wanyan Kang as a "human", but restored his original animal nature and taught him like an animal.

For example, when training a dog, if you give it a biscuit and teach it to shake hands and nod, then it will be a kind and friendly dog. If you give it a bloody bone and teach it to bite and pounce, then it will become a ferocious hound.

People are often the same.

Qiu Chuji did not completely suppress Wanyan Kang's nature, but he did not indulge him without limits either.

Let him start with hypocrisy.

But after pretending for a long time, the fake may become true.

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But on that day, after Guo Jing had been chasing Huang Rong, it took him three days to catch up with her.

In fact, Huang Rong had never really run away. She had been playing hide-and-seek with Guo Jing for three days to see if he was sincere. Now that she had seen him, she naturally took the initiative to approach him and reconcile with him as before.

The two then walked together and headed south.

Huang Rong not only taught Guo Jing the formula of the Wedding Dress Skill word by word, but they also practiced the punch and palm stroke taught by Qiu Chuji.

Guo Jing changed to practicing the Wedding Dress Skill. The nascent true energy was fierce and powerful, running through his meridians, causing him unbearable pain. Huang Rong then taught him the skill of diving and holding his breath, using the coldness and pressure of the lake water to make his body feel better.

As for why, even though they were both practicing the Wedding Dress Magic, Guo Jing had already reached the point where his power was impacting his meridians and making it unbearable, while Wanyan Kang had not yet noticed the trap in the Wedding Dress Magic, it was of course because Guo Jing's internal power was stronger than Wanyan Kang's, and he had also absorbed the blood of Liang Ziweng's medicinal snake, so his power had been at least half a century old. After he switched to practicing the Wedding Dress Magic, it would not be long before he was close to the point where he could pass on his power. The two of them practiced martial arts while traveling, and they felt as if there were only two of them left in the world. Although it was lonely, they were also happy.

I just hope that days like this can last forever.

Nearly a month passed and the two of them didn't even notice the passage of time.

When they arrived at the bank of the Yangtze River that day, it was already dusk. Guo Jing looked at the river flowing eastward, the white waves surging, the endless fields, and the water from the upper reaches flowing endlessly, never stopping. He felt a heroic spirit in his chest, and his body seemed to become one with the river.

He jumped into the river and struck the water with his powerful inner strength. The surging palm force rushed downstream, creating waves two or three meters high on the river surface not far away.

Seeing that its owner was having fun, the little red horse also jumped into the river. This horse is an excellent swimmer and even though the river was quite fast, it swam comfortably.

Needless to say, Huang Rong grew up in the sea and her strong swimming ability is beyond words.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong swam side by side until they reached the middle of the river, where the red horse was already far ahead. The sky was full of twinkling stars, and apart from the waves in the river, there was no other sound, as if they were the only two people between heaven and earth.

After swimming for a while, suddenly dark clouds covered the sky and the river was pitch black. Then there were lightning and thunder one after another, and each thunder seemed to hit the top of my head.

Guo Jing called out, "Rong'er, are you afraid?"

Huang Rong smiled and said, "I'm not afraid when I'm with you."

The summer rainstorm came suddenly and stopped just as quickly. By the time the two swam to the other side, the rain had stopped and the sky was blue with a bright moon hanging in the sky.

Guo Jing found some orange branches and started a fire.

Huang Rong took out the clothes for both of them from the package, changed them, and dried the wet clothes over the fire.

After a short nap, the sky gradually turned white and a rooster crowed loudly in a farmhouse by the river.

Huang Rong woke up with a yawn and stretched, showing her exquisite curves. Guo Jing immediately felt dry in the mouth and turned his head away quickly.

Huang Rong naturally saw it, but she did not try to hide it. Instead, she said coquettishly, "Brother Jing! I'm so hungry!"

"How about we have chicken tonight?"

Guo Jing said, "Okay! I'll go catch some pheasants right away."

Huang Rong smiled slyly: "No need, Brother Jing, just wait!"

After saying that, he ran towards the hut, and in a moment he came back with a fat rooster tucked under his arm. He said with a smile, "Let's go far away so that the owner won't see us."

Guo Jing was a little hesitant. He had also been a herder since he was young, and he knew that the livestock raised by his masters were actually a means of livelihood, and every penny was of great use.

Is there anything wrong with catching someone else's rooster for crowing?
Huang Rong naturally noticed Guo Jing's hesitation. She turned her beautiful eyes and said, "Brother Jing, don't worry. I've given you the money!"

Guo Jing then nodded and headed east with Huang Rong.

But he didn't think about it carefully. If he really gave the money, why would he run so far?

Huang Rong used an Emei steel spear to cut open the rooster's belly, cleaned and peeled the internal organs, but did not pluck the feathers. She then wrapped the chicken with a ball of mud mixed with water, started a fire and roasted it.

After roasting for a while, a sweet fragrance comes out. When the wet mud is dry, peel off the dry mud and the chicken feathers fall with the mud. The chicken meat is white and tender, and the rich fragrance is fragrant.

Huang Rong was about to tear the chicken apart when she heard someone say, "I thought it was some beggar gang member who got hungry and stole the rooster that was guarding the house. It turns out they are just two greedy little thieves!"

"I've already paid for you!"

"The chicken is meant for me to eat. You two little brats deserve to be beaten!"

As he finished speaking, two tree branches flew towards Guo Jing and Huang Rong, hitting their chest and abdominal acupuncture points respectively.

Many things, many destinies, can go astray as a thousand miles if they are slightly off.

If Qiu Chuji had not passed on his skills, Guo Jing and Huang Rong would have arrived here earlier. Even if they had met Hong Qigong while stealing chickens and roasting food, he would have only clamored for a share of the spoils, and then they would have formed a master-disciple relationship.

But unfortunately, because of the martial arts taught by Qiu Chuji, Guo Jing and Huang Rong moved much slower along the way.

It so happened that the family whose rooster Huang Rong had stolen had a sick young son with a fever. The rooster could be exchanged for some money and could also be stewed to nourish the body, so it was considered an important property. Now that it was taken away by Huang Rong, the old beggar saw it coldly and his first impression of her was greatly reduced.

If Huang Rong's roasted beggar's chicken hadn't been so delicious, the old beggar would have attacked with more force.

"Rong'er, be careful!" Guo Jing's body's reaction is always faster than his brain. Facing the two flying tree branches, he raised his hand and slapped them.

The blazing internal force, coupled with the powerful palm force, was pushed out, and the air seemed to be ignited with heat.

"Hey! What a handsome kung fu!"

Two branches were smashed to pieces, and at the same time a middle-aged beggar appeared.

The man had a rectangular face, a slight beard under his chin, rough hands and feet, and his clothes were patched here and there, but they were clean. In his hand he held a green bamboo stick, as bright as jade, and on his back he carried a large vermilion lacquered gourd. He seemed unkempt, but his eyes, fixed on Guo Jing, were shining like stars.

"Whose disciple are you from? With such palm power, could it be that you are the direct descendant of some martial arts master?" Hong Qigong glanced at Guo and Huang, and stayed on Huang Rong for a few more moments, then became a little puzzled.

Guo Jing said honestly: "My master is one of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, and I also received some martial arts training from several Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect."

"Although the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan are well-known for their chivalry, their martial arts skills are mediocre. The few little bull noses do have some tricks, but they can't teach you the palm strike that you have."

"The young man looks honest, but he is not honest at all when he speaks." Hong Qi said this, and his impression of the young man in front of him became even worse.

Guo Jing's cheeks turned red. "We took someone else's chicken, so we were wrong, but you are not allowed to say bad things about my master and the Taoist priests."

"So what?"

"Then we can only blame the younger generation for being disrespectful to the elders!"

In just two sentences, one wanted to punish, while the other was tortured by his power and had a slightly hot temper, so a war was about to break out.

"Brother Jing! Don't be impatient!"

"This is Senior Hong from the Beggars' Sect. He means no harm to us!" Huang Rong recognized Hong Qigong's identity and was afraid that Guo Jing would suffer.

"Do you know the old beggar?"

"Then it seems to be the descendant of an old friend!"

"In that case, let me, the old beggar, test you for my old friend first. Don't worry, little girl... I will show you mercy!"

As soon as he said the word "mercy", his palm seemed to carry the roar of a dragon, and it came towards Guo Jing with a powerful force.

(End of this chapter)