Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 184 Dare to be the first in the world

Qiu Chuji thought about it seriously, then nodded: "Not yet, but maybe in the future."

Huang Yaoshi looked at Qiu Chuji with strange eyes. Did this "little" Taoist priest think he was joking?
In fact, Huang Yaoshi and Qiu Chuji can barely be considered "peers", with Huang Yaoshi being less than ten years older than Wang Chongyang. However, in the context of this time and space, Huang Yaoshi is of the same generation as Wang Chongyang, and when looking at Qiu Chuji, it is natural to use the word "younger" to describe him.

"It seems that Huang has not been in the martial arts world for a long time, so he has been underestimated!"

"Good! Good! Good! Today, let me, a mere person from an isolated island overseas, come and see the powerful skills of your Quanzhen Sect." Huang Yaoshi laughed in anger and looked at Qiu Chuji with sharp eyes.

Before Qiu Chuji could reply, Wanyan Kang, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly said, "If you want to see the high skills of my Quanzhen Sect, you don't need to bother my master. I can do the same."

"Junior Wanyan Kang, I would like to ask for your advice."

Wanyan Kang suddenly jumped out holding a sword, which was beyond everyone's expectation.

Huang Rong looked at Wanyan Kang as if he were a rare treasure, wondering where he got the courage from.

The strange smile on Huang Yaoshi's face almost covered his entire face, and the coldness in his eyes became increasingly indifferent and silent.

He didn't even bother to say anything. With his arrogance, being able to communicate with Qiu Chuji was already a respect given to Wang Chongyang. Now even Wang Chongyang's disciple's grandson came to get in trouble. Doesn't he have any face?
He doesn't even want to talk, let alone fight!

"Brother Yang! Although I also learned a few moves from Taoist Qiu, if you want to try it out, I am willing to fight with you again." At this time, Guo Jing stood up at an inappropriate time, ready to lead the battle for Huang Yaoshi.

In fact, any "smart person" would not do this.

Because this would not only displease Qiu Chuji, but would also fail to please Huang Yaoshi.

However, Guo Jing's idea was very simple. He couldn't really let Wanyan Kang and Huang Yaoshi fight each other, otherwise his life would be in danger. Even for the sake of the two families' long-standing friendship, he couldn't just watch Wanyan Kang commit suicide.

"I'll say it again, my last name is Wanyan, and I'm the only son of the Sixth Prince of the Jin Kingdom." Wanyan Kang stared at Guo Jing fiercely, and then said: "If you want to die first, and use your blood to open my sword, it's reasonable."

"You asked for this!"

Seeing Wanyan Kang so confident, Huang Rong knew that he must be sure of it, so she quietly tugged at Guo Jing's sleeve, asking him to be more cautious.

Guo Jing just turned around, gave Huang Rong a reassuring smile, then stepped out of the gate and stood under the black cypress tree outside the gate.

The shadow of the long-untended black cypress tree was like a canopy, thickly covering the heads of the two "children" who had long left home. The leaves swayed in the wind, making snapping sounds, as if there were undead spirits who wanted to stop the two brothers who should have loved each other from fighting each other.

Canglang!

Wanyan Kang unsheathed his sword, threw the hilt with his hand, and the slender steel sword began to move smoothly along his body.

Wanyan Kang started with the Xiao Zhou Tian sword technique, obviously intending to wait for the right opportunity to give Guo Jing a ruthless blow.

Huang Yaoshi didn't say anything else, but he had been observing the development of the situation and frowned slightly.

He saw some clues in Wanyan Kang's Xiao Zhoutian sword technique. The sword was circling around the body, and the victory was achieved by surprise. This was the principle of using a soft sword. However, the sword used by Wanyan Kang was a finely forged steel sword. Although it was flexible, it was not lacking in strength.

This seems inappropriate because it is not soft enough, and the risk of scratching yourself when using it is higher.

Unless this kind of swordsmanship, in addition to being weird and strange, also has its own uprightness and dignity, it means that the upright and the strange complement each other, and both hardness and softness are combined.

Huang Rong was very smart. While she was staring at the situation outside the door, she was also looking at the expressions on Qiu Chuji and her father's faces. Naturally, she saw the trace of doubt and relief that Huang Yaoshi did not hide.

"Dad! Wanyan Kang's swordsmanship looks fancy, is there anything mysterious about it?" Huang Rong's voice was very loud, and people inside the room and outside the door could hear it clearly.

Huang Yaoshi snorted coldly, but still explained: "Your father has long told you that the principles of martial arts are consistent with the principles of being a human being. If a person is obviously very good at something, but insists on showing off his weaknesses and avoiding his strengths, then he is either harboring evil intentions, or his weaknesses are also his strengths."

Huang Yaoshi spoke almost directly, for he was afraid that if he spoke too profoundly, the silly boy would not understand.

"Senior Huang is indeed knowledgeable. This set of Xiao Zhoutian sword technique is mostly just for the sake of novelty and speed. If someone can attack with fearlessness and great force, it will probably be difficult to block." Qiu Chuji only said half of his words because Wanyan Kang had already attacked.

His entire body was surrounded by sword shadows, and he rushed towards Guo Jing.

Wherever it passed, sword energy suddenly appeared, and grass and leaves flew everywhere, just like a big hedgehog rushing towards Guo Jing.

Guo Jing leaped into the air and pressed down from above while standing upside down.

This palm strike can easily overuse its power, making it difficult to change one's body shape. Although it seems powerful, it can also easily lead to danger.

But as dangerous as it is, it is as powerful as it is.

With Guo Jing's current powerful skills, this palm strike seemed to have the potential to interrupt Wanyan Kang's fighting rhythm.

Although Guo Jing looks stupid, his combat IQ is very high. He can accurately seize opportunities just by relying on his intuition, and instinctively knows when and what moves to use.

The strangeness and weirdness of the Xiao Zhoutian sword technique are just a trick. Its real power lies in the fact that it can continuously accelerate and accumulate power, which means that the longer it is delayed, the stronger it becomes.

Guo Jing used such a domineering attack at this time, just to make Wanyan Kang "detonate" his killing move in advance and break the momentum that had been accumulated.

Sure enough, the wandering long sword was grasped in Wanyan Kang's left palm in an instant, and he slashed the sword towards Guo Jing's palm with a gesture of raising fire to set the prairie on fire.

Even Wanyan Kang himself did not notice that he was not aiming at the more deadly throat at this moment.

Guo Jing's palm suddenly pushed out with great force. The palm force and sword energy clashed with each other, pressing the surrounding air and making a sharp explosion.

Qiu Chuji looked at the delicious food and wine on the table that no one had touched, sat down without any hesitation, and then said to Huang Rong: "This table of delicious food... did you make it?"

Huang Rong turned around quickly and forced a smile.

"Can I have a taste?" Qiu Chuji asked politely, his chopsticks already wandering over the two famous delicacies, "Whose House is the Jade Flute to Listen to Fallen Plum Blossoms" and "Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night", wondering which one to serve first.

"Of course! Taoist priest, please do as you wish!" What else could Huang Rong say? She could only agree.

Qiu Chuji picked up two dishes with one chopstick, then stuffed them into his mouth at the same time, chewed them, and showed a very satisfied expression.

"They are so happy to eat cold food, but you are not picky." Huang Yaoshi couldn't stand it and made sarcastic remarks.

At this moment, Guo Jing and Wanyan Kang had already fought several times. Guo Jing broke Wanyan Kang's small Zhoutian sword style, but Guo Jing's battle rhythm was also controlled by Wanyan Kang. Now he was forced to retreat step by step by the sharp sword energy.

"A full man does not know the hunger of a hungry man!"

"Senior Huang...how about you let this little girl become my disciple?"

"I teach her unique martial arts and she cooks for me. It's the best of both worlds and a sure win." Qiu Chuji suggested.

Huang Yaoshi said, "I am stupid and cannot learn your fancy swordsmanship."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wanyan Kang dropped the sword in his hand, and the sword flew towards Guo Jing with the force of wind and thunder.

Guo Jing was locked in the sword. Facing its astonishing edge, he did not dare to resist head-on. He could only dodge awkwardly, and then use his powerful fist and palm strength to reduce the momentum of the sword from the side.

"What a powerful sword!"

"Wang Chongyang also left behind such a unique skill?" Huang Yaoshi said solemnly.

He was an old hand in the world and saw things clearly. If Guo Jing had not been reminded by him, he would have dissolved the sword force condensed by the Xiao Zhou Tian Sword Technique in advance, resulting in the sword being inherently insufficient. Guo Jing would have been seriously injured if not killed.

"A disciple does not have to be inferior to his teacher, and a teacher does not have to be better than his disciple. What do you think, Senior Huang?" Qiu Chuji picked up another piece of 'Three Friends of Winter' with chopsticks, and his mouth was full of crispness and deliciousness.

"You created it?"

"How is that possible!" Huang Yaoshi instinctively didn't believe it.

But when he thought about the trick he didn't see through that night, his slight disbelief started to start to make him believe it again.

After all, there is a saying in this world that "great success comes late". Some people seem mediocre in their early years, but after experiencing the vicissitudes of life and broadening their horizons, they are able to rise up and become dragons.

The most prominent representative among them is Liu Bang.

He was like a gangster in the first half of his life. He started an uprising to fight for the world at the age of 48, but he established the Han Dynasty.

"Everything is possible."

“Practicing martial arts is like this, and so is pursuing those more mysterious and ethereal things,” said Qiu Chuji.

In the battle outside the door, Wanyan Kang began to build up his strength again. His Great Zhoutian sword technique had not yet been truly mastered, so he could only use the Small Zhoutian sword technique as a transition, and occasionally use one or two moves of the Great Zhoutian sword technique to intimidate Guo Jing.

Under the pressure from Wanyan Kang, Guo Jing gradually combined his punches and palms together, showing a hint of both hardness and softness.

"Since it is so ethereal, why pursue it?" Huang Yaoshi said indifferently.

If the matters concerning gods and ghosts in this world were really so easy to track down, then the emperors of every dynasty would not have misled the country and the people and then turned into a handful of dust.

"Brother Huang, look!" A talisman appeared in Qiu Chuji's palm. The talisman shadow was swaying, and there was a mystery contained in it.

"It's just an illusion!" Huang Yaoshi said disdainfully.

"Go!" Qiu Chuji cast the talisman, and the talisman light swept out of the tavern and landed on the two people who were fighting fiercely, coating them with a layer of golden light.

At this moment, the fight between the two men had just reached a point where it seemed a matter of life and death, of victory or defeat.

Guo Jing's punch seemed to cause a mountain to collapse, and Wanyan Kang's sword swung out, cutting off the flow of water.

Wow!

The golden light on Guo Jing's body shattered after several fluctuations. Wanyan Kang's fatal sword only slightly lifted Guo Jing's shoulder, and blood oozed out, but not much.

The golden light surrounding Wanyan Kang remained steady.

Guo Jing's punch that hit Wanyan Kang was powerless, and was blocked by the golden light, so it naturally posed no threat at all.

"How is it?" Qiu Chuji asked Huang Yaoshi.

"If there is no way forward, why not be the first in the world?" Qiu Chuji picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

(End of this chapter)