Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 190 The End and Beginning of Grudges

In the center of the lobby, Wanyan Kang and Guo Jing stood across the table from each other. As they looked at each other, Wanyan Kang actually felt as if they were in a different world.

In the 'dream', the martial arts competition between him and Guo Jing, which had been planned for eighteen years, was postponed several times but was never actually completed. He wondered if this could be considered a regret.

And now, he and Guo Jing stood here, completing this fateful duel.

"Second brother! Pour them some wine!"

"After drinking this first bowl of wine, let's put brotherhood aside. Even if we have to stop at a certain point, we must still do our best to repay our master's kindness!" Ke Zhen'e stomped the iron staff in his hand and said in a loud voice. When he said this, the eighteen years of desert sand seemed to have turned into sweet stream water in the south of the Yangtze River, and the depression in his chest seemed to be able to pour out.

He waited for eighteen years, not to prove how powerful he was, or that his apprentice would definitely be better than Qiu Chuji's apprentice, but because they, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, were not people who sought fame and reputation.

No matter how great the Quanzhen Sect's Changchunzi Qiu Chuji was, he couldn't suppress them with just his sword.

Many people in the underworld live on a breath of air. Once the breath is gone, the person is as good as dead.

Look at what happened to Ke Zhen'e later on. His six sworn brothers and sisters all died. After teaching his disciples for eighteen years, everyone only mentioned Hong Qigong and no longer mentioned the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan. This upright blind man Ke only did what he did: drinking and gambling. When he lost and owed money, he would wait for Guo Jing to bring money to redeem him. Apart from his foul mouth, he no longer had the heroic spirit of the past.

In the final analysis, it's because I've lost my spirit and can only find something to do to prove that I'm still alive.

Guo Jing and Wanyan Kang in the field picked up the wine bowl in front of them respectively and drank all the wine in the bowl.

They put down their wine bowls, cleared the table in the middle, and the two brothers clasped their fists to each other.

"please!"

"please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked at the same time.

Guo Jing rushed forward with a straight punch, the tip of his fist was like the whistling mountain wind and the rushing sea wave, hitting you so hard that you could not avoid or block it.

Wanyan Kang's five claws were like sharp blades, going upstream and stabbing straight into Guo Jing's heart, vicious and cunning, filled with murderous intent.

There was a crisp explosion in the air, and the two men's fists and claws collided. They each took two steps back, but attacked again at the same time. Guo Jing soared into the air like an eagle circling in the sky, and Wanyan Kang attacked from the bottom to the top, like a poisonous dragon emerging from the sea.

The claws of the two men collided in mid-air for more than a dozen times in a row, and the afterimages of the fighting moves were so fast that many people could not see clearly.

"What amazing Kung Fu!" Many people admired sincerely, but were surprised in their hearts.

It is surprising that two young men who are less than 20 years old have such skills and fist and kick skills. They, who have been in the martial arts world for half their lives, are far inferior to them. It is really shameful.

The two figures were entangled in a fight, the fighting was getting faster and faster, and the battlefield shifted from the ground to the air.

The two men used their lightness skills and body movements to shuttle back and forth around the beams and pillars of Zuixian Tower. Occasionally, they left punch and claw marks on the solid pillars, penetrating three inches into the pillars, which was extremely amazing.

This was the first time that Guo Jing showed no mercy. The combination of his Wedding Dress Skill and his boxing skills seemed even more powerful. Every punch he threw was like a cannonball, smashing Wanyan Kang back step by step.

Although Wanyan Kang has a demon fetus, his power is still "shallow" after all. He cannot compare to Guo Jing who drank the blood of the medicinal snake that Liang Ziweng had fed for many years and transformed his power into the internal force of the Wedding Dress Magic Skill. He became even more powerful and domineering. Obviously, a head-on confrontation with Guo Jing would be extremely unpleasant.

Wanyan Kang kicked Guo Jing's fist and flew out with the force. He flew to the table near the Quanzhen Sect and pulled out a silver sword from the waist of a Quanzhen Taoist priest.

hum!
The long sword came out of its sheath like a spirit snake sweeping its tail, cutting across and temporarily forcing Guo Jing to retreat.

Wanyan Kang raised the long sword in his hand, and the sharp blade was about to cut Guo Jing's wrist.

Guo Jing was not afraid of the sword. He did not dodge or evade. He clenched his fists like a treasure seal and smashed them down fiercely.

His boxing style is not only vigorous and powerful, but also courageous and fearless. Once the fight starts, he cannot retreat easily. If he retreats, his momentum will be lost and the power of his boxing style will be greatly reduced.

It is hard to say that there is any truly invincible martial art in this world. There are only suitable people who can raise its power to the upper limit.

Even if it is the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, if you entrust it to the wrong person it will only become a street performer.

At this moment, Guo Jing did not need any enlightenment, as he understood the profound meaning of the boxing. The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan who had also learned this set of boxing nodded repeatedly.

"fall!"

Guo Jing roared explosively and smashed his fists heavily on the sword spine of the long sword in Wanyan Kang's hand.

Even though the sword energy was so sharp that it scratched the back of Guo Jing's hand, the power of his punch was not diminished at all.

Seeing that he could not hold on any longer, Wanyan Kang immediately loosened his grip on the hilt, leaving the sword helpless and taking the blow in vain. He then raised his head and fell backwards, while at the same time raising his leg and kicking out the deflected sword.

The long sword, which was originally falling diagonally, immediately shot towards Guo Jing at a strange angle.

If Guo Jing wasn't careful, the sword would pierce his head and he would die in an ugly way.

"Brother Jing, be careful!"

Huang Rong immediately broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't help but shout out.

But how could her voice be as fast as the changes in the battle situation at this moment?
Guo Jing's sharpness and reaction in battle are completely different from his usual simplicity and dullness.

Facing Wanyan Kang's tricky kick and sword, Guo Jing rushed forward with his right fist and turned his left hand into a palm, one hard and one soft, mixing into a force of hardness and softness and pushing forward. The long sword that was stabbing at him from the side was like being sucked into a whirlpool, and most of its sharp force was removed. Then, under the entanglement of several powerful forces, it was broken into several pieces, and fell all over the ground with a clanging sound.

It was at this time that Wanyan Kang's sharp claws had already grabbed Guo Jing's neck. If he took one more step forward, he would break Guo Jing's neck.

Even if he stopped at the right time, Guo Jing still lost the competition.

Guo Jing kicked his left ankle with his right foot, and then fell sideways. He supported himself with one hand, and kicked Wanyan Kang several times like a whirlwind, forcing him to retreat.

At the same time, the tactics were adjusted, with palm techniques being used first and fists used for defense, and the offensive posture changed from open to covert, accumulating power.

Wanyan Kang had no sword in his hand and could not fully exert his strength, so he felt uncomfortable all over.

Suddenly someone reminded: "The sword is sharp! If you point your hand forward a little more, you will have a sword in your hand!"

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Kang retracted his fierce claws and brought his sword fingers together. Strands of cold sword energy emanated from his fingertips, as if he wanted to transform the sword energy into a sword and fight with Guo Jing.

"Who is disrupting the competition?" Zhu Cong first looked in the direction of Quanzhen Sect, and seeing that they all looked normal, he glanced at the spectators upstairs and downstairs.

"It's me!" A man upstairs stood in front of the fence and nodded in the direction of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan.

Someone called out the man's identity: "Land Dragon, Yan Daping!"

The three disciples of Mei Niansheng, a famous martial arts master in central Hunan, are not good people, but they all have extraordinary martial arts skills and can be said to have inherited some of the true skills.

Among them, Yan Daping's martial arts was the most outstanding.

This man's swordsmanship is so superb that he is ranked among the best in the martial arts world.

Zhu Cong was sure that it was not the Quanzhen Sect who was interfering with the competition, so he could only look around and clasp his fists and say, "Everyone! The two people in the competition are both my nephews. No matter what the result is, we will gladly accept it. And please do not interfere and affect the fairness of the competition."

After saying this, Zhu Cong stopped talking.

The battle in the field changed again because Wanyan Kang turned his finger into a sword.

The duel between Guo Jing and Wanyan Kang was once again a stalemate of attack and defense. However, Guo Jing's hand was cut by the sword due to his strong attacks just now. Now his hand was covered in blood, and he seemed to be at a disadvantage.

During the fight, Qiu Chuji didn't utter a word. He seemed not to care, yet he seemed to be in his trance.

In fact, he did escape with his soul temporarily and released it into the prison of the government office in Jiaxing City.

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Deep inside the prison, Ding Dian opened his eyes in a daze and looked out the window again. The chrysanthemums on the balcony not far from the window were still blooming beautifully, just like the girl who always had a faint smile on her face.

He looked at it a few more times greedily, then slowly closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, circulated his internal energy, and maintained his life.

"Don't you want to go out?" A voice sounded in Ding Dian's ears.

With Ding Dian's martial arts skills and the mysterious power of Shenzhao Gong, it would not be difficult for him to escape from prison even if his scapula was pierced.

"I don't want to. As long as I can see that she is safe, I will be satisfied." Ding Dian replied calmly.

He didn't see anyone around, nor did he feel any extra breathing. When he heard the sound, he still thought it was just an auditory hallucination.

After all, I have been locked up for nearly ten years. It is normal to hear some voices in my heart when I am lonely.

He's used to it!
"What if she's dead?" the voice asked.

"No! She would put a pot of chrysanthemums on the balcony every day just to tell me that she was still alive and well." Ding Dian said firmly, not knowing whether he was strengthening his belief or escaping from reality.

"Did you see it with your own eyes? You only saw the flowers, but did you see the people?" the voice continued, sounding extremely annoying.

"Where there are flowers, there are people! Where there are flowers, there are people! Where there are flowers... there are people!" Ding Dian muttered to himself, shaking his body, making the chain passing through his scapula rattle.

"Okay, okay! If you say yes, then yes!"

"Then why don't you go out and meet her?"

"She has been waiting for you for ten years. How long do you want her to wait for you?" The voice gradually faded away. Ding Dian lowered his head. Tears were clearly visible on his bearded and scruffy face.

How could he not know whether a person is alive or dead?

Several times he saw the leaves of the chrysanthemum turn yellow and the petals fall off, and after a few days he changed the pot for a new one. He knew that the girl was long gone.

Can he walk out of the prison cell in front of him, can he walk out of the prison cell in his heart?
However, the words left by that voice kept echoing in Ding Dian's mind.

Didn't he want to see her again?
Even if it's just dry bones in a grave.

"Should I go out?"

"I should get out!" Ding Dian muttered this, shaking the chains loudly and shaking violently!
quack!

The chain, as thick as an adult's arm, was forcibly pulled out from the thick wall.

(End of this chapter)