Ask Wudang Chapter 150

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Seeing Guo Fu jogging over, Yang Guo quickly raised his hand to stop her, “No, Miss Guo, you’d better not come over, lest my country bumpkin aura defile you. I wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences.”

Guo Fu stopped, pouting, “What are you doing? We haven’t seen each other for so many years, I just wanted to reminisce with you.”

Yang Guo said, “We can reminisce, but let’s do it slowly after we’ve paid our respects to Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo.”

Hearing this, Guo Fu immediately smiled brightly and said, “Alright, it’s a deal then.”

Her smile instantly added a lot of charm to the inn’s lobby, captivating the hearts of many (jianghu heroes/adventurers).

However, the Wu brothers were sour, each thinking to themselves, “I’ve been with Fu-mei for so many years, always obeying her, and I’ve never seen her smile like that. What virtue or ability does Yang Guo, that stinky brat, have to make her smile? It’s truly infuriating.”

Thinking of this, Wu Dunru was the first to attack, “Yang Guo, you’re here for the Heroes’ Gathering, aren’t you? Are you qualified?”

Wu Xiwen, unwilling to be outdone, echoed, “Big brother, why are you picking on his weakness? Even if he didn’t get an invitation, he can still pretend to be a Beggars’ Sect disciple, since there’s no threshold for Beggars’ Sect disciples anyway.”

Wu Dunru chuckled, “You’re right, looking at his pathetic state, he can only pretend to be a Beggars’ Sect disciple.”

Yang Guo retorted, “What’s wrong with being a Beggars’ Sect disciple? Are they inferior? The old chief of the Beggars’ Sect, Elder Hong, was a Beggars’ Sect disciple. Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo are both his old man’s disciples, so they’re also considered Beggars’ Sect disciples. Are they inferior too?”

The Wu brothers wanted to retort, but found themselves speechless. At this point, Wu Dunru could only stubbornly insist, “Yang Guo, you’re twisting concepts, that’s not what we meant.”

Wu Xiwen continued, “Exactly, we absolutely don’t look down on Beggars’ Sect disciples.”

Yang Guo said, “Then what do you mean?”

“We… we…”

The Wu brothers were momentarily speechless, unable to respond.

Ye Qingfeng spoke at the right time, “Disciple, are you so petty over such a small matter? Is that your only scope?”

Hearing this, Yang Guo quickly bowed to Ye Qingfeng, “Master’s teaching is right.”

It was only then that everyone’s gaze turned to Ye Qingfeng. At the same time, everyone wondered, “This person has an extraordinary temperament and outstanding appearance. Logically, I shouldn’t have no impression of him. When did he sit there?”

The reason everyone felt this strange sensation was actually Ye Qingfeng’s doing.

When one’s martial arts reach Ye Qingfeng’s level, their aura can blend with nature. Coupled with the influence of profound mental power, this strange perception is created. In other words, if he wants people to see him, they will see him; if he doesn’t want people to see him, no one will. Even if someone sees him, under the influence of mental power, they will forget the fact that they saw him in the blink of an eye.

Guo Fu slowly walked up to Ye Qingfeng, her face full of curiosity, “Are you Yang Guo’s master?”

Ye Qingfeng glanced at her and nodded, “Correct.”

Guo Fu then asked, “Will you come to the Heroes’ Gathering with Yang Guo?”

Ye Qingfeng nodded again, “Yes.”

Hearing this, Guo Fu was immediately overjoyed and said, “My father and mother will surely welcome you very much.”

Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly and said, “I think so.” He then added, “You should go about your business, and we should go about ours. If you want to reminisce, let’s do it after the Heroes’ Gathering.”

“Oh.”

Guo Fu responded, a fleeting hint of gray light flashing in her eyes. She then turned around and said to the Wu brothers, “Big Brother Wu, Little Brother Wu, quickly invite Chef Zhao, we still need to go back and report to Father.”

A similar gray light flashed in the Wu brothers’ eyes as they replied, “Okay, Fu-mei.”

Subsequently, the three politely invited Chef Zhao and turned to leave. Compared to their previous arrogance and rudeness, the three seemed like different people, leaving everyone in the hall baffled.

Yang Guo said blankly, “How did these guys suddenly become so easy to talk to? It’s like they’ve changed into different people.”

Hong Lingbo looked at Ye Qingfeng and asked, “Master, was that your doing? I remember, there’s a marvelous skill in the Nine Yin Manual called the Soul Transference (cec) Technique. Once mastered, it can mesmerize and control others.”

Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly, neither elaborating nor denying.

After Guo Fu and the two brothers invited Chef Zhao and left the inn, they hadn’t walked far before they sobered up.

Guo Fu suddenly asked, “Big Brother Wu, Little Brother Wu, did we meet any acquaintances in the inn just now?”

Wu Dunru said, “No, we just invited Chef Zhao and came out.”

Wu Xiwen interjected, “I don’t remember either, Fu-mei, are you mistaken?”

Regarding what had happened in the inn just now, the three had clearly completely forgotten, without the slightest impression.

Three days later, the Heroes’ Gathering arrived as scheduled.

The venue for the Heroes’ Gathering was Lu Family Manor.

The master of Lu Family Manor was named Lu Guanying, the son of Lu Chengfeng, and he was married to Cheng Yaojia, a disciple of Sun Bu’er of the Quanzhen Sect. The couple were close friends with Guo Jing and his wife. Upon hearing that Guo Jing was hosting the Heroes’ Gathering, they took the initiative to handle the arrangements. By now, heroes from all corners of the land had gathered, and many more were still arriving.

Around noon, a cannon shot was heard from outside the manor, signaling the official start of the Heroes’ Banquet.

The heroes toasted each other, their spirits high. After three rounds of drinks, Guo Jing directly got to the point, “Everyone, it’s rare to have so many heroes gathered here today. I, Guo, will speak plainly. The Mongols are now powerful and show signs of invading the south. The situation is urgent. I am holding this Heroes’ Gathering today to discuss with you all how to resist the Mongol Tartars.”

As soon as he spoke, someone immediately shouted, “Great Hero Guo is devoted to the country and its people. We will naturally give our full support.”

Someone else echoed, “Well said. Protecting our homes and defending our country is our duty as martial artists.”

Another person said, “Great Hero Guo cares for the world, truly a model for us all.”

Guo Jing raised his hand to quiet the crowd and said, “As the saying goes, a snake without a head cannot move. Since you all are loyal and righteous, why not take advantage of this great day to elect a virtuous and respected martial arts alliance leader to lead us in resisting the foreign enemy?”

“Good, good idea.”

The heroes roared in approval.

As the cheers died down, a gentle and elegant voice continued, “There’s no need to choose. I believe that the position of martial arts alliance leader belongs to none other than the old senior, Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar.”

Everyone turned to look. The speaker was a middle-aged scholar fanning himself with a folding fan.

Many of those present were formidable Jianghu experts, but no one dared to underestimate this middle-aged scholar. This middle-aged scholar was none other than Zhu Ziliu, the scholar among the Four Disciples of Master Yideng: “Fisherman, Woodcutter, Farmer, Scholar.”

As soon as Zhu Ziliu finished speaking, Wu Santong, who was beside him, echoed, “That’s right. Besides old senior Hong, who else in this world has martial arts skills that can surpass all others and a character that can command respect?”

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