The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 144: Quanzhen Swordsmanship is perfected, and we meet again Guo Jing

The head follows the butt, and Guo Jing understood it very clearly. He was now an envoy of Mongolia, and he could not lean towards the Song Dynasty. Even if he did so, the Song Dynasty would not be able to hold on to the benefits he had obtained.

What you can't get on the battlefield, you can't get at the negotiating table. If the Song Dynasty wants to gain the upper hand over Mongolia, it must either offer real benefits or real military achievements. Otherwise, why would Mongolia respect you?
The so-called poetry, songs, calligraphy and painting are not worth mentioning in front of them. I'm sorry, I'm a barbarian and I don't understand these high-end things of cultured people.

In short, they finally completed their mission successfully. According to Genghis Khan's wishes, they concluded an equal alliance with the Song Dynasty. The alliance was nothing to Mongolia, but it represented that Mongolia officially stepped onto the stage of history and became a great power competing for the world.

After the alliance was signed, Guo Jing was no longer strictly bound and took a group of Mongolian envoys out for fun. When he was thirsty, he went to a teahouse to drink tea, but heard the tea drinkers in the teahouse talking about the alliance with Mongolia.

Most people felt that the imperial court had finally done something by forming an alliance with Mongolia to fight against the Jin Dynasty, and the Song Dynasty could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After strolling around Lin'an City for a few days, everyone was dazzled. This was truly a prosperous place on earth, with all kinds of new and novel things, all kinds of things to play, eat, and see. They were just like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden and their eyes were opened.

However, Guo Jing was secretly observing the defenses in Lin'an City and various situations. He found that the government of the Song Dynasty was in charge of a lot of things, including almost everything related to making money, and the paper money was depreciating and being over-issued.

However, the money extorted by the court was not put to good use. A large number of idle people were supported, and the military was extremely neglected. Even the elite imperial guards guarding Lin'an were far inferior to the Mongolian cavalry.

Perhaps what he saw were not the real combat-capable soldiers of the Song Dynasty, but he could get a glimpse of the situation from the tip of the iceberg.

After staying in Lin'an for two months, the Mongolian delegation officially set out back to Mongolia. They came with light vehicles and left with two full ships of goods. There was no other way because the Song Dynasty insisted on sending them there, and it would be a shame not to take it.

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Outside Xiangyang City, there is Dugu Sword Tomb.

"Clang!"

A clear and sharp sword sound was heard, buzzing!
Su Ming stood on the top of the waterfall, the Qingfeng sword in his hand glowed coldly, like a flash of lightning. The dense sword shadows danced along with the sword light, like a dragon soaring in the sky. The strong energy was exuberant, and the water was swept by the sword energy, exploding with countless splashes of water. The faint sword sounded like a dragon stretching its neck and chanting, endlessly, bringing up pieces of water, swirling around.

The green sword light was getting faster and faster. Su Ming's wrist trembled, and the sword tip lightly tapped. In an instant, he stabbed out several swords, leaving sword shadows in the air. The sword light was hidden in it like a cold light in the fog, appearing and disappearing, but also like thunder, roaring and shaking. The water flow in the surrounding space of several feet was guided by the sword energy, and was stirred by the sword energy and strong wind before it flowed downstream, turning into a stream of water entwined around the sword tip.

On the river bank, an ugly eagle was tilting its head, looking at Su Ming with its sharp eyes, as if in deep thought.

Suddenly, Su Ming's body slowed down, his swift sword suddenly slowed down, the Qingfeng sword moved slowly and weakly, his body was melodious and relaxed, and his every move lacked the fierceness, murderous power and majesty just now.

But it was as smooth as flowing water, and wherever the sword pointed, a thin layer of mist was rolled up by the sword energy, condensing without dispersing.

"Drink!"

All of a sudden, he exhaled and shouted, shaking the sky. The sword tip shook, and water mist exploded, falling into the river and along the bank, piercing small holes.

Su Ming suddenly moved with the sword, and the sharp sword rolled and swirled like a green dragon.

A closer look reveals the routine of Quanzhen swordsmanship, but a closer look shows it to be the same and it is not. Every time at the critical moment, the moves are changed, as smooth as flowing water, the sword energy breaks through the air with a hissing sound, sometimes condensed, sometimes erratic, sometimes like howling winds and rolling thunder, sometimes like lingering threads, looming, sometimes like the sun across the sky with flames, and sometimes like flowing clouds and running water, flowers in the fog!
After a long time, he stopped and sheathed his sword. Su Ming looked at the rippling water. His handsome face was reflected on the water. There was some joy in his eyes. "This Quanzhen sword technique has finally been perfected."

It has been more than half a year since Su Ming started practicing sword. He has almost gone from a novice to this point. Although he has no famous teacher to teach him, the big eagle in the valley is his best sparring partner.

Every time he practiced against him, he held back without holding back, using all his strength in every move. He had no idea how many times he had been hit. The day and night training made his swordsmanship improve rapidly, and he finally reached the level of perfection in a short period of time.

Ordinary sparring would not have such miraculous effects, but this eagle grew up with Dugu Qiubai, and his sword skills were diverse and varied, but he could defeat the enemy every time he made a move. So far, he has not been able to beat the eagle in swordsmanship.

"Brother Diao, thank you very much!"

Su Ming bowed to the eagle, and then jumped off the waterfall. Beside the pool, there was a stove cooking soup on a high fire. The last thing lacking in these deep mountains and old forests was food. After so many years in Mongolia, he might not have learned much other things, but his cooking skills were much better than when he first arrived.

A rich aroma wafted into his nose, and he lifted the lid of the pot, adding various spices and firewood.

After doing all this, he hooked his finger at the big eagle on the top of the waterfall, "Brother Eagle, come here!"

"Wow!"

The eagle flapped its wings, let out an excited cry, and jumped down with its legs spread out.

At this moment, the Qingfeng sword in Su Ming's hand came out, only the scabbard fell in the air. When he drew the sword, it had already arrived in front of the eagle. The sword was shining with green light and was as fast as lightning.

But the eagle didn't even bother to look at him, and just flapped its wings to cut off his sword. However, Su Ming changed his tactics in mid-air. At the moment when the eagle's wings swung, he twisted his body, used the wings for a little leverage, and actually arrived above the eagle's head.

The eagle's eyes gleamed with excitement, and its wings vibrated to create a strong airflow. At the same time, its head tilted, and the tip of the sword was swept by the airflow and almost pierced its forehead.

"Wow!"

The eagle suddenly moved. It pushed its feet hard, leaped up, and moved its wings up and down, slashing towards Su Ming. At this time, he had no time to change his moves. When the eagle moved, he used a thousand-pound weight instead, and his body fell suddenly.

The two wings flapped and missed for a moment, and then, the Quanzhen sword technique was performed smoothly in his hands, perhaps intercepting the moves, or changing the moves, or even using one sword to transform into three pure ones, cutting off many feathers of the eagle.

Only after achieving this did Su Ming feel satisfied and put away his sword.

The eagle looked at its feathers and seemed somewhat unhappy. It made a strange hissing sound, signaling Su Ming to continue. However, he was already satisfied. His Quanzhen swordsmanship had reached a bottleneck. It would take a long time to practice further. It would be better to try another method.

Su Ming picked up the scabbard, inserted the sword into it, then walked to the side of the eagle. The pure true energy in his body flowed into its body, clearing its blood vessels.

When the eagle saw his actions, it immediately closed its eyes and an intoxicated look appeared on its face.

After a while, Su Ming withdrew his hand and exhaled a long breath, "Hu..."

The eagle opened its eyes, called out twice excitedly, and then spread out its legs to go out in search of food.

Su Ming walked to the pond and looked at Guo. The soup was almost ready. The pot contained Bosu snake and pheasant. It was a low-end version of dragon and phoenix soup. He tried using python, but the taste was too fishy. Even with spices, it would take a long time to cook. In comparison, the three-foot-long Bosu snake was much more tender.

Although snake gallbladder is not very effective, he was originally going to eat meat, so snake gallbladder is not important. After hastily drinking a pot of soup, Su Ming put the Qingfeng sword back to its original position. His sharp sword skills have been practiced almost to the point that there is not much progress to be made if he practices further, so he has to change his track.

Although he did not specifically study the Dugu Nine Swords these days, after he mastered the Quanzhen sword technique, he found that he could actually understand the Dugu Nine Swords, which was originally obscure to him.

Even though he still has a long way to go before he can master it, it means that his method is correct. If he continues along this path, he may really be able to master the Dugu Nine Swords.

Then, he immersed his mind into the Kunlun Mirror:

Mirror Owner: Su Ming

World: The Legend of the Condor Heroes
Identity: Guo Jing's teacher

Origin of the World: 492,090
Degree of world collapse: 49.2 percent.

Number of time and space reflections captured: zero
Not long ago, the degree of world collapse suddenly increased by 10%. The last time it happened was because Mu Nianci joined the Ancient Tomb Sect. This time it suddenly increased by 10%. He guessed that it might be because Guo Jing's child was born.

Originally, his first child should have been Guo Fu, who turned Yang Guo into a one-armed hero and played a significant role in The Return of the Condor Heroes. But now, Guo Jing's first child was born to Hua Zheng, which has a completely different meaning.

Having a child means that Guo Jing has been integrated into the Borjigin family, which means that Genghis Khan can use him without worry. Don't underestimate the bond of blood on people in this era. For those heroes who have become powerful and have many wives and concubines, one or two heirs are nothing. When Liu Bang ran away, he almost abandoned his baby.

But Guo Jing is just a man under 20 years old, and Hua Zheng is his childhood sweetheart. The blood connection between them is of great significance.

"It's time to go out and take a look."

……

Not long after entering Xiangyang City, Su Ming heard the news that the Mongolian envoys were sent to the Song Dynasty. Historically, it took more than ten years for Mongolia to truly form an alliance with the Song Dynasty and borrow the passage from the Song Dynasty. The two sides worked together to destroy the Jin Dynasty.

Today, everything has been accelerated and has changed beyond all recognition.

I don’t know if Guo Jing came this time.

Su Ming pondered in his heart. Forming an alliance involves many aspects. There are many people in Mongolia who can speak Chinese, but their status is not high. If he were Genghis Khan, he would also let Guo Jing go with him on this mission.

Firstly, he had military merits, so his promotion was well deserved; secondly, it was to test Guo Jing's attitude towards the Song Dynasty; thirdly, it was to intimidate the Jin Kingdom and the Song Dynasty.

"Let's go. I just happened to need help from that boy."

Thinking of this, Su Ming directly chartered a boat from Xiangyang through the Han River, then to the coast of the Yangtze River, and finally arrived at the ferry crossing on the Jin-Song border. At this time, Guo Jing and others also arrived.

On the mighty surface of the Yangtze River, several large official ships were sailing forward.

By the river, Su Ming was sitting in a small boat and fishing alone. The water was very calm and the boat was swaying towards the river. At this time, there were also fishermen in the river. They cast their nets and saw Su Ming fishing. They all laughed at this guy for being lazy. How could fishing be better than fishing with a net?

In the cabin of the official ship, Guo Jing sat in the room with his eyes closed practicing, with incense burning in the corner. He was dressed in black clothes, his hair was pinned up with a copper hairpin. He had a calm temperament, yet a sharp aura. No one who saw him would think he was an ordinary person.

"Jing'er, come here!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in his ears. Guo Jing opened his eyes suddenly, puzzled. Did he hear it wrong? However, such voices kept coming one after another. Guo Jing stood up, opened the door and walked to the deck.

The officials of the Song Dynasty thought Guo Jing was going to do something, so they smiled and hurriedly stepped forward, "Master Guo..."

"I'll just be alone, don't come over!"

Guo Jing left a message and came to the side of the boat, looking into the distance, searching for the man's trace. He was definitely not mistaken, the teacher was here!

But he looked around and no one else seemed to hear it.

Suddenly, he was extremely surprised. The teacher's methods were becoming more and more mysterious.

In the cabin, Su Ming had a smile on his face, "Come, I'm on the small boat in the east!" When he said this, his voice did not spread out, but fell into the ears of Guo Jing on the boat.

There is nothing strange about this method. It is just to wrap the sound with true Qi and transmit it. With Su Ming's current skill, it is certainly impossible to transmit sound for a thousand miles, but transmitting it for one or two miles is not a problem. With strong true Qi, one can do whatever he wants.

Guo Jing's body was shocked and he turned around suddenly. He saw a small boat floating on the river. There was his teacher!

There was surprise in his eyes, and he was about to move the boat closer, but then he remembered that his teacher had specifically sent a message to him, so he probably didn't want to alarm others. He estimated the distance, and it was exactly thirty feet.

Just go there by yourself.

"Don't follow me, I'm going to go over there and take a look." Guo Jing said to the Song official, then walked to the side of the boat again. Just as he was about to get off, he was in trouble again. It was difficult to walk such a long distance on the lake with just his lightness skills as he had nowhere to get support.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand on the side of the ship, exerted force suddenly, and "click" he actually broke a piece of the railing off the side of the ship. The Song Dynasty officials who were about to ask more questions were stunned when they saw this scene.

It's hard to cut this thing with a knife, but this guy actually broke it off directly.

Guo Jing threw the broken piece of wood into the river from a distance. The wood floated on the water. He jumped up, his body light as if nothing, and landed on the wood. At the moment of falling, he took advantage of the momentum and jumped up again. At the same time, he clamped the wood with his feet and threw it again, making it land on the river not far away, and then took advantage of the momentum again...

After going back and forth several times, he finally arrived on the boat.

When the people on the official ship saw this scene, they almost thought it was a miracle and almost knelt on the ground to worship. Crossing dozens of feet across the river with just a piece of wood, is this something a human can do?
The underworld and the government are two different worlds. These civil servants have never come into contact with people from the underworld, let alone the mysteries of martial arts, so misunderstandings arise.

On the other side, Guo Jing landed on the boat. The boat sank slightly. He walked into the cabin and his eyes immediately fell on the figure at the bow. His eyes suddenly became moist. "Guo Jing greets the teacher."

(End of this chapter)