Ask Wudang Chapter 157

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Actually, when Yang Guo was in danger just now, Ye Qingfeng was about to make a move, but he saw Guo Jing eager to try at the side, so he wanted to see how much Guo Jing had improved over the years, and thus let Guo Jing take the lead. As a result, Guo Jing did not disappoint him. The “Subduing Dragon with Regret” condensed from thirteen layers of internal force, even he had to deal with it carefully.

It was the same principle as when the Sweeping Monk encountered Qiao Feng’s Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon; Guo Jing’s Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon should not be underestimated either.

With Guo Jing’s intervention, this battle came to an end.

Ye Qingfeng slowly walked to Yang Guo’s side, took out a Guiyuan Pill and handed it to him, saying, “How is it? Do you know the gap between you and a true master now? But you don’t have to be discouraged. When I was your age, I might not have been a match for this Golden Wheel Grandmaster. You are exceptionally talented and intelligent, as long as you work hard, you can defeat him within five years.”

Yang Guo took the Guiyuan Pill, swallowed it, and bowed to Ye Qingfeng, saying, “Thank you, Master, your disciple will remember your teachings.”

Hearing the conversation between the master and disciple, the heroes present were speechless.

You’re not satisfied with having such astonishing martial arts at less than twenty years old? Are you trying to reach the heavens?

Besides being speechless, the heroes were also astonished, each thinking, “If the disciple’s martial arts are already so formidable, there’s no need to mention the master. From now on, the martial arts world will probably no longer be the era of the Five Greats of the World.”

Ye Qingfeng was unaware of everyone’s thoughts, nor was he interested in being the number one in the world or the Five Greats of the World.

After instructing Yang Guo, Ye Qingfeng turned to Golden Wheel Dharma King and said, “Golden Wheel Dharma King, just now my disciple exchanged one hundred and seventeen moves with you. I won this bet, do you admit defeat?”

Golden Wheel Dharma King nodded and said, “This old monk admits defeat, but I deeply regret not being able to exchange blows with you.”

Yang Guo interjected, “You big lama really don’t know what’s good for you. My benefactor’s martial arts are a hundred times better than mine. If he were to make a move, you probably wouldn’t even be able to withstand ten moves. I advise you to go home and practice for a few more years, lest you make a fool of yourself.”

Ye Qingfeng said, “Disciple, one must have integrity, but not arrogance. Do not boast too much. You must know that there is always someone better, and there are always mountains beyond mountains. What you see with your own eyes is just a corner of the Central Plains, how dare you boast of being invincible in the world?”

Yang Guo quickly bowed and listened to the teaching, saying, “Yes, Master’s teaching is correct.”

Golden Wheel Dharma King was originally not entirely convinced by Ye Qingfeng, but after hearing Ye Qingfeng’s words, that trace of doubt immediately vanished. Then, he turned to Guo Jing and said, “Hero Guo, you exchanged a palm strike with this old monk just now, and this old monk deeply admires your internal energy.”

Guo Jing said, “Master’s internal energy is exquisite, and Guo also admires it greatly.”

Golden Wheel Dharma King then asked, “When this old monk was in Tibet, I heard people say that there are Five Greats of the World in the Central Plains martial arts world. How does their cultivation compare to yours, and how does it compare to this Sword Saint?”

Guo Jing said, “The Five Greats of the World are Eastern Heretic, Western Venom, Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar, and Central Divine. Central Divine Wang Zhenren passed away many years ago. The cultivation of the other four Greats are all higher than mine. If I were to exchange blows with them, I would certainly not be their match. As for Brother Ye, I exchanged blows with him six years ago. Although it was only one move, I already knew that Brother Ye’s cultivation was ten times superior to mine. After these years of secluded cultivation, Brother Ye’s cultivation must have advanced even further. I’m afraid I’ve been left far behind.”

Upon hearing these words, the heroes present were once again shocked.

Most of the heroes knew that Guo Jing was honest and always spoke truthfully, never saying anything false. And yet, at this moment, he said that Ye Qingfeng was already ten times stronger than him six years ago, and now had left him far behind.

So, how strong exactly was Ye Qingfeng to make Guo Jing say such words?

The heroes could no longer imagine.

Golden Wheel Dharma King had just met Guo Jing and did not know Guo Jing’s character, so he naturally did not quite believe Guo Jing’s words. Immediately, he heard him say, “How is this possible? The birth of every supreme master goes through countless trials and tribulations, plus countless fortuitous encounters. Although the Central Plains is a land of outstanding people, it’s impossible for so many supreme masters to emerge all at once.”

Of course, he wouldn’t believe it. He thought of his Tibetan Esoteric Buddhism, which had been passed down for thousands of years, and now there were only three supreme masters alive, including himself. And the Great Mongol Empire, spanning tens of thousands of miles from east to west, with its vast territory and large population, was many times larger than the Central Plains. Yet, within such a vast empire, supreme masters were few and far between. It was precisely because of this that Möngke Khan, the Great Khan of Mongolia, relied so heavily on him. And this Central Plains, compared to the vast Great Mongol Empire, was just a small corner. How could so many supreme masters be born here? Therefore, Golden Wheel Dharma King would never believe what Guo Jing said.

“Teacher Ye, Teacher Ye, are you here?”

Just then, a loud voice came from outside the door.

Everyone looked over and saw an old man rushing in, as if carrying the wind, without any of the slowness of an old man. This old man was none other than Zhou Botong. Pushing through the crowd, he came behind Golden Wheel Dharma King and then raised his hand to push Golden Wheel Dharma King’s arm, saying, “Big Lama, make way, I want to talk to Teacher Ye.”

Golden Wheel Dharma King was immersed in disbelief when he was suddenly nudged on the arm. He subconsciously grabbed back and said, “What if this old monk doesn’t make way? What will you do?”

“You big lama are truly unreasonable.”

As he spoke, Zhou Botong’s body twisted, instantly dodging Golden Wheel Dharma King’s grab. Then, he used his shoulder to push, and a light, soft force immediately surged out, directly pushing Golden Wheel Dharma King away.

Golden Wheel Dharma King was caught off guard and almost stumbled.

“Brother Zhou!”

“Uncle Zhou!”

“Elder Zhou!”

Seeing Zhou Botong’s figure and face clearly, everyone greeted him. Those who called him Brother Zhou were naturally Guo Jing, those who called him Uncle Zhou were from the Quanzhen Seven Immortals, and those who called him Elder Zhou were some martial artists who recognized Zhou Botong.

Zhou Botong replied, “Brother Guo, little Huang Rong, hello.” After seeing the Quanzhen Seven Immortals, his face quickly fell, and he said, “Why are you cow-nosed priests here too?”

Hao Datong, Sun Bu’er, and Liu Chuxuan immediately looked awkward and somewhat at a loss.

Fortunately, Zhou Botong only lectured them briefly before turning to Ye Qingfeng, excitedly saying, “Teacher Ye, I have a few questions I want to ask you. You must teach me.”

Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly, “Why are you here? Weren’t you bored to death with the martial arts conference and didn’t want to participate?”

Zhou Botong gave an embarrassed smile, “Hehe, there are a few places in the Taixuan Divine Palm you taught me that I don’t understand, and I want to ask you about them. You know me, as long as I have a question, I can’t wait to figure it out. So, I came looking for you.”

Just then, Golden Wheel Dharma King had recovered. He flashed, instantly appearing behind Zhou Botong, and then slapped Zhou Botong’s shoulder, saying, “Old man, that move just now doesn’t count. Let’s fight again.”

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