Ask Wudang Chapter 158

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Zhou Botong, hearing the sound, shifted his position, avoiding the attack as if by accident, not deliberately dodging. After avoiding the Golden Wheel Monk King’s move, he acted as if nothing had happened, smiling, “Teacher Ye, I’ve traveled hundreds of miles and I’m quite hungry. Is there any leftover food and wine? Please help me find some.”

From his demeanor and words, it seemed he didn’t take the Golden Wheel Monk King’s attack to heart at all.

Ye Qingfeng smiled, “I told you, don’t call me teacher. I can’t be your teacher.”

These words were naturally out of modesty. With his martial arts and Daoist cultivation, he was more than capable of being Zhou Botong’s teacher. However, he had no intention of taking such an old disciple as Zhou Botong, hence his remark.

Zhou Botong, however, said, “No, no, no, I can only call you teacher. Calling you anything else would be too disrespectful. As the saying goes, learning has no seniority, the capable one is the teacher. Your martial arts are superior to mine, your Daoist studies are deeper than mine, and you’ve taught me kung fu, so naturally, you can be my teacher.”

Ye Qingfeng, resigned, compromised, “Then so be it.” He then asked, “You want to eat, right?”

As his voice fell, he made a grabbing motion in the air. In the main hall, on a table near the door, the pastries on a plate suddenly bounced up, then one by one, they flew into the air, sequentially heading towards Zhou Botong.

“Good, good, good, interesting, interesting.”

Seeing this scene, Zhou Botong praised repeatedly, then opened his mouth wide to welcome the flying pastries.

Little did he know, the heroes in the courtyard were already dumbfounded with shock at this sight, and the Golden Wheel Monk King’s heart was filled with a chilling despair.

After finishing the pastries, Zhou Botong said, “I’m choked. Teacher Ye, please get me some more wine.”

Ye Qingfeng said nothing more, grabbing the air again. Under the turbulent qi, the wine pot on the table also jumped. The next moment, with a “clink,” the lid of the wine pot suddenly opened, and the wine inside transformed into a stream, shooting directly towards Zhou Botong.

Zhou Botong was not polite, opening his mouth to drink directly, praising as he drank, thoroughly enjoying himself.

The heroes in the courtyard were already utterly shocked by Ye Qingfeng’s two displays of skill. For an ordinary martial arts master, it was already difficult to move objects from a distance, and to control objects from a distance was even more challenging. Moreover, no matter how powerful one’s martial arts were, one’s qi could never extend beyond three zhang. At this moment, Ye Qingfeng’s position was at least five zhang away from the table in the hall. To control objects from a distance of five zhang with such ease was not martial arts at all; it was clearly a divine ability.

Everyone knew that Sword Saint Ye Qingfeng’s martial arts were incredibly powerful, but most only heard it through rumors. Because Ye Qingfeng had always been low-key, living in seclusion in a valley and not showing himself to the world, people had no concept of his martial arts, only knowing that he had killed thousands of Mongolian cavalry, but not knowing how powerful he truly was. It was not until now, witnessing his methods, that the heroes finally understood.

For a time, the heroes’ gazes towards Ye Qingfeng were inevitably filled with awe and dread.

Some even secretly rejoiced in their hearts, “Fortunately, he is one of us Han people, otherwise, who in this world could control him?”

Unlike the Central Plains heroes, the Golden Wheel Monk King’s heart was filled with despondency and defeat. He had always yearned to fight Ye Qingfeng, but first, he was held to a draw for a hundred moves by a junior, then his palm force was met equally by Guo Jing’s, and then even Zhou Botong, this unassuming old man, rode roughshod over him. These repeated setbacks were something he had never encountered in his life. At this moment, seeing Ye Qingfeng’s ability to control objects from a distance, he was even more severely impacted, and the world seemed somewhat unreal.

For a moment, he actually felt disheartened, feeling that his decades of arduous cultivation had all turned into a dream bubble, and that all talk of dominating the world and leaving a legacy for eternity was nothing but emptiness. In his despondency, the Golden Wheel Monk King said again, “Sword Saint Great Hero Ye lives up to his reputation. With this old monk’s current cultivation, it is utterly unattainable. This old monk has underestimated the world.”

Zhou Botong, hearing this, looked surprised and said, “Great Lama, you actually wanted to fight Teacher Ye?”

The Golden Wheel Monk King silently said, “I wanted to before, but not anymore.”

Zhou Botong continued, “It seems you still have some self-awareness. Teacher Ye’s kung fu has already reached the pinnacle of creation. Even if my senior brother Wang Chongyang were alive, he would be surpassed by him. For you to want to compete with him is truly absurd.”

Hearing this, the Golden Wheel Monk King felt a bit indignant and said, “Indeed, with this old monk’s current cultivation, it would be somewhat absurd to compete with Great Hero Ye. This old monk will return to the Western Regions now, and when this old monk has mastered the secret techniques of my sect, I will come back to seek guidance.”

Zhou Botong’s eyes lit up, and he asked, “What secret technique? Can you tell me about it?”

The Golden Wheel Monk King simply ignored him, calling his Mongolian warriors, and quickly exited the courtyard.

Just as they left the courtyard, they saw an old beggar with white hair and beard approaching from the opposite side. This old beggar held a green bamboo staff, had a large red gourd hanging from his waist, and was radiant and energetic. It was none other than Hong Qigong.

Seeing the Golden Wheel Monk King and his group, Hong Qigong was surprised, thinking, “How come there are foreigners participating in the Central Plains Martial Arts Convention?”

Zhou Botong had already chased to the entrance and immediately saw Hong Qigong, exclaiming happily, “Old Beggar, you’re here too!”

Hong Qigong looked at Zhou Botong and smiled, “Zhou Botong, you’ve come too.” Then he asked, “Who are these people?”

Zhou Botong said, “I’m not sure, they seem to be here to cause trouble.”

Guo Jing and Huang Rong hosting the martial arts convention naturally couldn’t escape Hong Qigong’s notice. Although he hadn’t managed the Beggar Clan’s affairs for many years, this convention concerned the fate of the Great Song Dynasty, and he was somewhat worried, so he traveled thousands of miles to attend.

At this moment, hearing Zhou Botong say that these people were here to cause trouble, he immediately became furious and reached out to strike the Golden Wheel Monk King, who was at the forefront, “You’re a monk, what are you doing meddling in these affairs?”

The Golden Wheel Monk King, already extremely dejected from repeated setbacks, was now blocked by an old beggar just as he was about to leave. His heart instantly filled with anger. Without a word, he met the strike with a palm.

“Pop!”

Their palms met, and Hong Qigong’s body swayed slightly, while the Golden Wheel Monk King retreated several steps.

After taking this palm, the Golden Wheel Monk King’s heart was again filled with shock, secretly sighing, “How many Central Plains masters there are!”

“Master!”

“Old Clan Leader Hong!”

When the heroes saw Hong Qigong, they immediately became excited, no longer paying attention to the Golden Wheel Monk King.

The Golden Wheel Monk King was also sensible. After a silent sigh, he quietly departed.

Guo Jing quickly pulled Huang Rong forward to pay respects, “Disciple greets Master.”

“Quickly, rise.”

Looking at his two disciples, Hong Qigong’s face was full of satisfaction. He had accomplished many great deeds in his life, but if he were to choose the most satisfying, it was taking Guo Jing and Huang Rong as disciples. Now, these two disciples were famous throughout the land, and he naturally felt immensely proud. Eastern Heretic, Western Venom, Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar, Central Divine. The Five Greats of the World were renowned. In terms of martial arts, besides Wang Chongyang, Hong Qigong believed he was not inferior to anyone, but in terms of the achievements of his disciples, he was undeniably the first; no one else could compare to him.

After Guo Jing and Huang Rong rose, they quickly called Guo Fu and the Wu brothers to kowtow and pay respects. Guo Fu and the two brothers had been taken in by Guo Jing as disciples when they were young. Since Guo Jing was Hong Qigong’s disciple, the three of them were naturally considered his grand-disciples.

Seeing that he had successors, Hong Qigong naturally felt a different kind of solace.

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