The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 148: Fully Help and Teaching the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms
Hong Qigong took a sip of wine from the wine gourd at his waist and wiped his mouth. "Come on, I want to see what you have in your gourd."

The Beggars' Sect has always been known for being well-informed, and Guo Jing's identity is no secret among the top leaders of the Beggars' Sect. Hong Qigong knew exactly what Guo Jing had done in the north. In his opinion, what Guo Jing had done on the border of the Jin Kingdom was no different from what the Mongols had done, so he asked this question.

Although the Jin and Song dynasties were hostile to each other, the lower classes should not be dragged into the war. Along the way, when he saw the displaced people on the border of the Jin Dynasty, he felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart.

Guo Jing walked in front and brought Hong Qigong to a row of low houses in the center of the village. As soon as they approached, they heard a clear child's voice, "The sky and the earth are dark yellow, the universe is vast and boundless..."

Hong Qigong looked over and saw this scene.

Inside the room, a middle-aged man in a scholar's shirt stood in the middle, holding a ruler and a book in his hands, reading aloud. Beside him, dozens of children sat obediently at low tables, nodding their heads and following along.

Among these children, there are babies with pigtails on their heads and wearing fur coats, and some with their hair in buns and wearing cloth coats. Their young and innocent faces are full of seriousness.

The two approached cautiously, and then left cautiously without disturbing anyone inside.

Guo Jing and he walked to the willow tree at the entrance of the village. There was a large bluestone there. He sat down directly and said, "Senior Hong, this is my answer. I wonder if it can answer your doubts."

Hong Qigong took a sip of wine and felt much better. "Guo kid, I thought you were a son-in-law of Mongolia and had forgotten your roots. I didn't expect you to open a school and teach them to read and write. This really surprised me. This is the first time I've misjudged you."

"I, an old beggar, understand what you mean. You are Han Chinese, a real Han Chinese, more like a Han Chinese than those beasts in the court of the Song Dynasty." When he said this, he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

Although he is a beggar, he is not just good at martial arts. Over the years, he has traveled all over the world. He has seen too many tragedies in the world and he has also witnessed a lot of intrigues between people.

He understood very clearly that those who are not of my race must have different hearts. Guo Jing contacted the Beggars' Sect and spent money to ask them to do things for him. Soon he learned the news and rushed here as soon as possible.

His meaning was very clear. If you want to be a Mongolian, then pretend we have never seen you and I have never been here. But the answer given by Guo Jing made him very satisfied. He believed what he saw.

These things cannot be accomplished in a day. Teaching Chinese characters and speaking, imparting knowledge of etiquette. Even if there are Mongolian children here, when they grow up they will understand the Chinese etiquette and writing, and abide by the order here. Who can say that they are not Han people?
The boundary between barbarians is inherently vague. Hong Qigong would not simply assume that they will still be Mongolians when they grow up just because they wear fur coats and have braids on their heads.

After all, this is Guo Jing's territory, and the people here will be used by him when they grow up. In addition, the various policies implemented here are very different from those in Mongolia. In the long run, the people living here will gradually be assimilated into the Han culture.

Hong Qigong reached out and patted his shoulder, encouraging him, "In the future, the Beggars' Sect will fully support you in fighting the Jin people. Guo boy, you have done a good job. The Han people have bowed their heads for too long, and the court in Lin'an is too disappointing."

"Your name has long been known in Jiangnan. Everyone knows that in the north, there was a young man who killed many Jin people on the grassland. Even if you are not in Song, everyone knows that you are Han."

At this moment, Guo Jing felt an invisible pressure. He understood that this was the responsibility, the glory of the Han people, and the backbone of the Han people seemed to be slowly carried on his shoulders. He perhaps understood the significance of resisting the Jin people.

Resisting the Jin Dynasty was the consensus of the people of the Song Dynasty. Their ancestors had more or less hatred against the Jin Dynasty, and these hatreds were hard to forget even after a hundred years. Even though Guo Jing was no longer in the Song Dynasty, there were still people singing his name.

He bowed to Hong Qigong and said, "Thank you, Senior Hong. I will definitely not let you down."

"While I'm here, tell me what you need and I'll get it done for you as soon as possible." Hong Qigong wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth and said carelessly.

"Senior Hong, I need craftsmen, all kinds of craftsmen, including iron smelting, pottery firing, weaving, carpentry and other craftsmen. If anyone in Jiangnan wants to fight against the Jin, just send them here, and I will make good arrangements for them."

"Okay, I promise you, the craftsmen and people will be sent as soon as possible. Is there anything else?"

Guo Jing thought for a moment and continued, "I've heard that the Beggars' Sect is well-informed. I would like to ask them to find out the internal situation of the Jin Kingdom for me. I want to know the movements of the Jin army and the news of their court."

Hong Qigong grinned, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle. Not bad, not bad. Didn't you learn half of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms before? Today, I am in a good mood, so I will just teach you everything. Boy, follow me!"

"Thank you for the teachings, senior."

Hong Qigong waved his hand and said casually, "Swords and knives have no eyes on the battlefield. I see that your martial arts are very compatible with mine. It has been a while since we last met. I see that you can control your strength freely, and you are masculine and powerful. You have already reached a small level of success. Learn this set of martial arts, it will always be useful in the future. The higher your martial arts, the safer you will be on the battlefield. Grandpa Yue was also a rare top master back then, otherwise how could he have subdued all the troops."

Afterwards, the two came to a forest, and Hong Qigong taught Guo Jing the remaining half of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. After doing this, he left without paying any attention to Guo Jing's attempts to keep him.

In the following days, Guo Jing still lived in seclusion. Apart from training soldiers and handling official business every day, he practiced martial arts. Thanks to Su Ming's tendon-strengthening and marrow-cleansing, Guo Jing seemed to have opened his eyes. He made rapid progress in the past two years. In addition, he continued to fight on the battlefield and hone his killing skills. His martial arts skills have already approached the level of a second-rate top master. Now that he has learned the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he is even more powerful.

……

Outside Xiangyang City, there is Dugu Sword Tomb.

Su Ming stood shirtless under the waterfall. The water flowing from top to bottom continuously hit his body. The large bluestone under his feet was also very smooth, but his feet stood on the stone, motionless, as if they had taken root.

The water washed over his body, revealing his well-defined muscular features. His chest was broad, and his abdominal muscles were as distinct as sculptures. They were not those large lumps of dead muscles, but they looked full of strength and beauty.

Su Ming picked up the heavy black iron sword that was stuck in the ground and performed a set of Quanzhen sword skills smoothly. Every move was fighting against the water flow, but he still stood very steady. The heavy black iron sword weighing dozens of kilograms was as light as an embroidery needle in his hand.

The falling water was constantly swept by the heavy sword, turning into streams of water mist, which reflected rainbows under the sunlight. Beside the waterfall, a large eagle folded its wings and closed its eyes to take a nap.

Today, he has learned to lift heavy objects with ease, and as a result, his arm strength has increased dramatically. The right arm holding the sword is twice as strong as the left arm. There is no other way, this is the result of regular exercise. He is like the left and right hands of his brothers.

With the gallbladder and flesh of the Bosuqu snake nourishing his body, Su Ming's physical strength improved steadily. Before, relying solely on his physical strength, he had no idea how many times he had been washed down by the current. Only later did he slowly stand firm and practice swordsmanship.

I have to say that this way of practicing swordsmanship is indeed a shortcut to success, provided that you are willing to endure the hardship.

"Brother Eagle, come here!"

After practicing a set of sword techniques and finishing warm-up, Su Ming rushed out from under the waterfall and shouted to the eagle.

"Cue!" The eagle flapped its wings, opened its eyes and let out a happy cry.

"Oh!"

"Boom!"

Su Ming held the heavy black iron sword and confronted the eagle head-on. Every time it flapped its wings to attack, he would raise his sword to block or attack the enemy. The broad sword body could perfectly block the eagle's moves.

The heavy sword also made a dull sound when it fell on the thick feathers of the eagle. At this moment, he was competing with the eagle, testing their swordsmanship and strength. There was no doubt that the eagle was far superior to Su Ming in strength.

When Su Ming first dueled with it with swords, he was always slapped away by its wings. After being beaten many times, he gradually found the trick, and his swordsmanship improved slowly. The dull heavy sword in his hand also began to exert its power.

Su Ming repeated the Quanzhen sword technique over and over again, mixed with many of the sword techniques he learned from the eagle. The tip of the heavy sword landed on the eagle, but it did not hurt. On the contrary, the eagle became more and more excited and kept shouting with excitement.

"Qi penetrates the rainbow!"

"Apricot blossoms and sparse shadows!"

"Peach blossoms and flowing water!"

"Sunset over the long river!"

……

He performed sword techniques one after another. The seemingly ordinary moves seemed to have life in his hands, with a myriad of auras and profound meanings. After an hour, his arms became sore and he had to stop.

When the eagle saw this, the feathers on its chest rose and fell, and its eyes were fixed on him, as if saying, why don’t you fight anymore? I still want to continue fighting!
Su Ming looked at it with a wry smile and shook his head, "No more fighting, go find something and bring it back, I'll take a rest."

The eagle tilted its head to look at him, then spread its legs and hopped away, its back full of joy.

After it left, Su Ming took off his clothes and walked under the waterfall, letting the cold water wash over his hot body. When the fatigue in his body had dissipated a lot, he walked out of the waterfall, circulated his true Qi to evaporate the water vapor on his body, and put on his clothes.

Back in the cave, Su Ming walked to the inscription left by Dugu Qiubai, stretched out his fingers to touch the marks on it, closed his eyes, and the next moment, countless sword shadows seemed to appear in front of him.

At first, he only felt that the engraving was filled with sharp sword intent, but he did not comprehend anything. However, half a month ago, when he wielded the heavy sword to the point of making light of heavy objects, he understood something when he looked at the engraving again.

Naturally, he could not comprehend the sword's meaning, but Su Ming unlocked a series of sword moves on this engraving. He continued to experience the meaning above, integrating it with what he had learned. When fighting with the eagle, he used a variety of different sword moves.

These sword moves are not systematic, but the techniques are extremely exquisite, like an antelope hanging on a horn, leaving no trace and appearing to be natural.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, the cry of an eagle was heard outside the cave. Su Ming put down his heavy sword and walked out. He saw a dead deer lying on the ground beside the waterfall not far away, and the eagle was standing beside it, combing its feathers and glancing at him sideways.

Seeing its expression, Su Ming smiled, walked over to drain the blood, skinned and washed the deer, then took out the deer heart and threw it in front of the eagle. It immediately lowered its head, picked it up and swallowed it, squinting its eyes in satisfaction.

After doing all this, Su Ming made a fire and set up a grill to grill the meat.

In the past, he would definitely not be able to finish eating such a big deer, but after practicing sword just now, his energy and blood were greatly consumed and he was in urgent need of replenishment. He was able to eat this deer cleanly.

……

After Hong Qigong left, Guo Jing's contacts with the Beggars' Sect became extremely smooth. As long as he paid the money, the Beggars' Sect would do everything for him. From the very beginning, Guo Jing treated them as a business, but later he found that the Beggars' Sect was not efficient and were unwilling to be ordered around.

Later, Hong Qigong came and found that the Beggars' Sect in the Jin Kingdom served as a source of caravans and talents to some extent. Every month, a large amount of goods set off from Jiangnan and were transported to the grassland through the Beggars' Sect.

Snakes have their own ways, and rats have their own ways. In the Beggars' Gang, besides the Dirty Clothes Faction that begs for food, there is also the Clean Clothes Faction that does business. Coupled with the Beggars' Gang's huge human resources, transporting some goods is not a big deal.

Guo Jing valued people more than goods. With Guo Jing's money paving the way, many craftsmen were sent to his territory by the Beggars' Gang to contribute to the construction here.

He even found a small iron mine on the grassland and summoned craftsmen to smelt iron and forge weapons and armor. During this year, the population in Guo Jing's territory doubled to more than 100,000, and the number of soldiers under his command also officially expanded to 10,000, including 4,000 cavalry and 6,000 infantry.

This is the regular army, which does not include baggage troops, auxiliary troops, etc.

Ten thousand soldiers is the limit of the number of troops he can maintain; he cannot afford more.

The pace of war never stops. After a year of recuperation, the Jin Dynasty finally recovered and deployed its troops to prepare for another battle with Mongolia. Genghis Khan on the grassland was also preparing his troops and ready to launch a war at any time.

After the beginning of spring, a war began.

"kill!"

The rumbling sound of horse hooves echoed across the plains. Guo Jing charged forward on his little red horse. After the first round of shooting, the two sides had lost the shooting distance. Cavalrymen from both sides were shot off their horses. Then, the two sides charged directly on their horses. The cavalrymen under his command abandoned their bows, pressed on the hilts of their swords, and squeezed the horses' bellies hard. The speed of the horses' hooves was getting faster and faster. At the moment of approaching, he stabbed out with the spear in his hand, and a life was lost.

But Guo Jing didn't even look at them, he gently put away his gun and turned to other enemies. While charging, he still had the energy to observe his surroundings. Whenever he saw an enemy general giving orders, he would pull out the broken spear behind him, throw it out and kill the opposing general.

Blades, war horses, and human figures collided with each other in the blink of an eye. Guo Jing roared, and the spear in his hand made a bunch of gun flowers. He pierced the heart of the Jin cavalry general in front of his incredulous gaze. The moment the blood splattered, the Jin army general who had crossed the line fell off his horse and rolled on the ground for several rounds.

(End of this chapter)