Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 284 I am your father
Yang Kang subconsciously wanted to twist his butt.

He is in the body of a ghost now, so of course his butt won't hurt. But once Yang Guo brought up this matter, it did feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Sure enough, this matter cannot be handed over to Yang Zongbao. He really has never seen the world." Yang Kang secretly slandered his 'ancestor' in his heart, but said calmly: "The advantage of the tongue... It seems that you have decided to be my enemy?"

Yang Guo slightly raised the black iron scimitar in his hand, silence was more powerful than words.

At this moment, his clothes, which were fluttering in the night wind, suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, the right foot seemed to take a step without much force, and then the whole figure disappeared on the spot, and a dull and sharp tearing sound was heard in the air.

Yang Guo struck out with his first strike to confirm his intention.

This sword embodies his determination and belief to kill and die, and the power of the sword intent is several times stronger than the dazzling sword light.

Yang Kang's eyes sparkled with a strange light, and he thought to himself, "You are worthy of being my son!"

The movements of his hands were not slow at all.

The Yin energy filled the air and turned into a whirlwind that swirled around Yang Guo. The sword shadows, like black spots of light, attached themselves to the dazzling knife light.

Yang Kang himself was still sitting on the skull throne, looking very calm. He waved his hand to block the knife that Yang Guo had been building up all the way to attack. He seemed so calm and composed, like a towering dark mountain that was difficult to climb over and could not be shaken.

The flashes of swords and shadows were interweaving in the darkness, just like a bright moonlight shrouded by dark clouds, difficult to escape.

It seemed like they had exchanged dozens of moves, but in fact it was just a matter of a flash.

As the knife light fell, the sword shadow disappeared into the darkness again. Yang Guo became further away from Yang Kang. His chest was rising and falling, obviously consuming a lot of energy, but he quickly calmed his breath and pretended to be calm.

"What an amazing swordsmanship!"

"In the past two hundred years, apart from the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai and the Sword God Zhuo Bufan, I have never heard of anyone whose swordsmanship can reach the level of yours!"

"Ghost King of Qinling...who are you?" Yang Guo adjusted his breathing while testing Yang Kang's true identity.

In fact, both Dugu Qiubai and Zhuo Bufan were defeated by Yang Guo.

The former's swordsmanship level is still commendable. If he were to transform into a ghost, he would be extremely powerful.

However, although Zhuo Bufan is known as the Sword God, it is hard to say what his actual strength level is.

After all, as far as Yang Guo knew, this person had only appeared once in Tian Long Ba Bu, and his opponent was Xu Zhu. At that time, Xu Zhu had more than a hundred years of internal strength and many unique skills of the Xiaoyao Sect. Except for dealing with the Sweeping Monk, he would crush anyone he fought. It was really difficult to use it as a measure of strength.

Facing his own son's temptation, Yang Kang did not give a direct answer, but said: "You only see people before they die, but not after they die. You should know that all living beings in the world, as long as they have spirits, will have a day to rise and a time to change."

Yang Guo nodded and said, "You are right, I am superficial."

As he said this, Yang Guo put the sword back into his arms, clasped his fists and bowed, as if to thank him for his teachings.

After just a few words of this conversation, Yang Guo's breathing had become completely evened out, and at the same time, all the tension that had been weighing on his heart along the way was also completely released.

Before meeting the Qinling Ghost King, he didn't know how strong the opponent was, or whether he would be able to defeat him in one move, so even though he was ready to attack, he was still unsure.

After a fierce fight with swords, although he was at a disadvantage, he also saw the enemy's limit.

No matter how powerful the Qinling Ghost King is, it seems that he cannot suppress him and prevent him from getting ahead.

In that case, there is still room for fighting!
Yang Guo slowly injected his true energy into the black iron scimitar, but he restrained and suppressed the urge to draw the sword and continued to accumulate strength.

Accumulating strength to strike out with the sword may seem like a simple and straightforward concept, but it is actually very difficult to actually put it into practice.

It not only relies on its own control, but also has extremely high requirements for the weapon that can withstand great pressure while accumulating power.

Yang Guo's black iron scimitar was made by finding a piece of black iron, mixing it with fine gold, and asking a famous craftsman to forge it. Although it is not as demonic as the original magic sword, it is sufficient to withstand the coverage of his powerful true energy.

Even though the scimitar was already clanging in the scabbard, ready to jump out at any time and turn into a dazzling sword light.

But Yang Guo was still waiting.

He needs to seize the right opportunity and then strike again.

Yang Guo admitted that in the previous battle, the Qinling Ghost King in front of him must have let him win.

But he couldn't expect his enemies to go easy on him all the time.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew.

The dark clouds in the sky obscured the bright moon.

The thick fog obscured the view, invading the clear vision.

Although there was a thick fog in front of him that was like a mystery and could not be dispelled, Yang Guo kept his eyes fixed on the Ghost King.

Every change in movement under the black cloak would immediately form a real-time and reasonable action deduction in Yang Guo's mind, and then adjust his own position and posture.

From the moment their eyes locked, their hearts seemed to have experienced some kind of violent collision in an instant.

Yang Kang saw the magic sword in Yang Guo's eyes that penetrated deep into his soul, as bright and clear as moonlight, yet penetrated through time and space.

Yang Guo also read a kind of sorrow and loneliness in Yang Kang's eyes, as if the feelings that lasted for eternity had turned into an invisible sword at this moment.

The air was fluctuating heavily yet violently with the interaction of Qi and energy. There were faint noises like thunder exploding, adding to the tense atmosphere before the two sides clashed again.

Yang Guo stood tall in the swirling thick fog and dark clouds, constantly urging his internal strength. By 'chance', his strength was enhanced again, and now it was completely activated, and continued to increase rapidly, pushing it to a higher, stronger and more powerful posture.

At this time, the internal energy he used was no longer the Jade Girl Heart Sutra of the Ancient Tomb School, or the Quanzhen Dao Song of the Quanzhen Sect, or even the Nine Yin Scriptures, or some other gold-based skills, and certainly not the ancient internal energy.

After all, in the ancient world, in most cases, there would not be too much emphasis on the description of internal strength.

For example, people who are at the top of the sword art, such as Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, Xie Xiaofeng, and Yan Shisan, only mention how advanced their sword skills are, but there is basically no mention of their internal strength.

Ding Peng's internal strength is definitely not weak, but compared to his swordsmanship, his internal strength training is much weaker. After the fusion and overlapping, it only broadened and deepened Yang Guo's internal strength reserves. The internal strength itself did not provide much help to Yang Guo.

If we talk about the mystery of the internal energy that Yang Guo used at this time, it was the "Longmen Qi" created by Qiu Chuji.

Longmen Qi is a powerful method that Qiu Chuji derived and sublimated based on Xiantian Gong. It has exceeded the limitations of low-level martial arts and aims to condense true Qi to sublimate to a higher level.

At this moment, Yang Guo swallowed a large mouthful of the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth into his stomach, and his true energy began to condense into a large area of ​​true Qi.

Generally speaking, Qiu Chuji's 'Longmen Qi' requires a fairly high concentration of the primordial Qi of heaven and earth, which this world cannot satisfy.

However, the unique environment of the ghost town gave Yang Guo the opportunity and conditions to achieve success overnight.

The manic and gloomy Yuan Qi of heaven and earth contained too much Yin energy, so that at this moment Yang Guo's face turned black and his hair was faintly covered with ice chips.

However, the improvement in his skills is real, visible and even tangible.

Yang Guo used Longmen Qi to swallow the Yin Qi released by the ghosts. This move was very similar to Wu Dehui's way of absorbing Yin Qi to practice martial arts in the modern Tathagata Palm.

Although there are some side effects, I have to say... this is a genius idea.

The home ground of the Qinling Ghost King, played by Yang Kang, has now become the place to fulfill Yang Guo's wish.

Looking at Yang Guo who was breathing hard and his aura was rising, Yang Kang's eyes were full of praise. He did not have the traditional and old-fashioned idea of ​​suppressing his skills, accumulating his foundation, and taking one step at a time.

Based on Yang Kang’s own experience, if there is an opportunity to make progress, just go for it regardless of the consequences.

Worrying about whether it will affect the future is completely unnecessary.

For example, a laborer who only earns 6,000 yuan a month has the opportunity to earn over a million yuan a year, but at this time he is worried that his unusual way of making money will affect his future success as a multi-millionaire or even a billionaire... Isn't this simply ridiculous?
Yang Kang's emotions fluctuated slightly, but he remained calm and didn't show any sign of it. His eyes were shining with light, as if he was going to strike out bolts of lightning under the pitch-black night, tearing apart the gloomy darkness and making the ghost town rise into the sky and turn into a heavenly palace.

He had to admit that Yang Guo put some pressure on him, making him want to be more serious. Otherwise, when his identity was revealed... he would not be able to save face for his old father.

clang!

Yang Kang finally drew his sword!
Although the sword he used was not the Dragon-Swallowing Mace given to him by Qiu Chuji, it was also a famous sword he collected.

Before holding the sword, the pressure that Yang Kang put on Yang Guo was as heavy as a mountain and as deep as an abyss.

And when he grasped the sword, the pressure turned into a hurricane and a tsunami.

In the canyon, the surging air current suddenly stopped, as if it had suddenly solidified.

Yang Guo seemed to emerge from the ground and appeared more than ten feet in front of Yang Kang. He grabbed out a black scimitar from somewhere that was as black as ink and could even absorb light.

The scimitar that had been ready for a long time was so unsheathed that no one could see it, as if it had never been sheathed.

Facing Yang Kang, Yang Guo just used his sword.

Before the sword was swung out, many ghosts watching the battle from afar began to imagine its splendor, horror and power in their minds.

But when you really look closely, you will find that any fantasy is simplistic, foolish, stupid and ignorant.

It's like how a fish imagines the freedom of a bird flying in the sky, just like a bird imagines the wild beasts running wildly on the earth.

It was beyond their instinctive limits, beyond their imagination.

This is not a difference in strength, but a difference in realm.

Those ghosts that were created in response to the changes in heaven and earth, even if they possessed abilities that surpassed those of ordinary people, in terms of martial arts, most of them could only be considered to be wandering around in front of the door.

At this moment, if we were to briefly describe Yang Guo's sword strike... it would be 'the moonlight is full'!
In an instant, it seemed as if the full moon in the sky tore through the dark clouds and towered over the mountains. The bright moonlight covered the rapidly spinning black clouds, turning them into an embellishment under the moon.

A painting that seemed to last forever was created between heaven and earth, so much so that when the knife was taken to the extreme, it actually gave rise to a hint of divinity.

How wonderful it is!
A sword that was born from the devil eventually became divinity.

This seems to be a kind of enlightenment and evolution of life from ignorance to civilization.

Just like the ancient worship, it is actually difficult to distinguish between gods and demons, and the beliefs of civilization must first prostrate themselves under the rule of morality.

Yang Kang felt more and more proud!

Look!
This kind of knife was chopped by my son!

If Yang Guo had a thousand years of power now, he could chop like this again, even the mountains could be cut in half, even the sea could be split apart.

Although he was very satisfied with the battle, Yang Kang became even more serious and did not intend to admit defeat to his son.

How could he fall behind when his son had such a powerful sword skill?

The sword light changed, as if it penetrated the universe and split the heaven and earth.

The Heaven-Cutting Sword Technique, which is imbued with sword intent, is only the appearance of this sword.

Its interior is an extreme emptiness and destruction, like a black hole that swallows and destroys everything.

Yang Guo's sword is transformed from the devil into a god, and Yang Kang's sword has eternal devilishness, but it is controlled by Tao.

The collision between the sword and the knife was like a small confrontation between ancient demons across time and space.

It seemed as if the heaven and earth slowed down a beat during the duel between Yang Kang and Yang Guo.

When the swords had been shaken away from each other, the ugly skull throne under Yang Kang's butt finally cracked completely, and a violent storm swept between heaven and earth.

The bright moon lost its luster and dark clouds covered the sky.

Heavy rain fell from the sky, and the mountains and rivers were submerged in the drifting wind and rain.

The dark ghost town flickered in the heavy rain, as if it could be dragged into another dimension at any time.

Yang Guo gasped desperately, squeezing out the last bit of potential and energy in his body.

He felt that he was just one step away... just one step away from defeating this seemingly unbeatable enemy.

However, his body was already at its limit, and repeated pressure had already put his body on the brink of collapse.

If he continued, it was uncertain whether his sword would hit the opponent first, or his own body would be completely turned into powder under the pressure of high-frequency energy.

The heavy rain automatically circled around Yang Kang and Yang Guo.

The sword and knife intent emanating from them had already made the emotionless rain feel afraid. However, Yang Guo's eyes were still as sharp as lightning, and he held on with all his strength and refused to be defeated.

Yang Kang let go of the sword in his hand first, reached back, and took off the black cloak that was covering his head like mist and smoke.

In an instant, the strongest and most yang energy fought against the most yin and evil energy and rotated with each other. The vitality and death in the canyon continued to entangle and bite each other's tails, as if forming a cycle of you in me and me in you.

And Yang Kang is between heaven and earth, dominating and operating everything. He is neither alive nor dead, and is both alive and dead.

Yang Guo's face turned pale, he had not expected that the 'Qinling Ghost King' would be so powerful, he had reached the state where yin and yang interacted and the celestial phenomena changed.

Were the previous fights with him just a joke?
When he saw the face under the cloak clearly, Yang Guo's expression froze again: "Uncle Wanyan?"

Yang Kang grinned: "Don't call me uncle... call me dad!"

Yang Guo blushed instantly.

Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!

Although he recognized Ouyang Feng as his godfather, it was not because he succumbed to Ouyang Feng's power, but because of his care.

Uncle Wanyan was very good to Yang Guo. He taught him martial arts, passed on secret techniques, and even found rare treasures for him to replenish his body and enhance his skills. It was not difficult for him to call him "Dad".

But this is a different time, and now he is also the biggest enemy, the 'Qinling Ghost King'!
"So, everything was planned by you?"

“Why? You clearly had many opportunities to take the jade sword... why did you create so much trouble?” Yang Guo couldn’t believe his eyes and suspected that this was a trick of the Ghost King.

But only the 'truth' he saw before his eyes could explain why he had to walk through the sea released by the Ghost King after entering the ghost town.

"Be good! Stop it! I really am your father!"

"I'm Uncle Wanyan, and also your father Yang Kang! The real deal!" Yang Kang said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)