The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 28 Get up, don’t kneel!

Zhu Cong took the letter from Yin Zhiping, opened the envelope, pulled out the letter paper, and read it aloud: "Quanzhen Sect disciple Qiu Chuji washes his hands and bows his head, respectfully paying respects to the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, Mr. Ke, Mr. Zhu, Mr. Han, Mr. Nan, Mr. Quan, Mr. Zhang, and Ms. Han: It has been sixteen years since we last met in Jiangnan. The seven heroes promised each other a thousand gold coins, and crossed the border thousands of miles. Their noble righteousness was admired by people all over the country. Whether they knew each other or not, they all looked at each other and clapped their hands and said: I didn't expect that the spirit of benevolence and chivalry of the ancients would be seen again today."

When Ke Zhen'e heard this, his frown relaxed slightly.

Zhu Cong glanced at Guo Jing and continued reading: "Thanks to the blessing of you heroes, I have been able to fulfill my mission. I have also found Mr. Yang's heir nine years ago."

"what!"

The seven monsters looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

They had long known that Qiu Chuji was an expert in martial arts and that the Quanzhen Sect had disciples all over the world, so they thought that he would definitely be able to find Yang Tiexin's descendants. They had always kept the appointment for the martial arts competition in Jiaxing in mind and never forgot it.

However, finding the news of the posthumous child of an unknown woman is ultimately a very slim thing. Whether the child is a boy or a girl depends entirely on God's will. If it is a girl, her martial arts skills are limited after all. When he heard the letter saying that the child had been found, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Two years later, when the flowers and grass grow in the south of the Yangtze River, I will have a feast with you all at the Drunken Immortal Tower. Life is like dew, and eighteen years is a long dream. Will the heroes of the world not laugh at our foolishness?"

Unlike the original plot, Guo Jing had already learned about the martial arts competition in Jiaxing from the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan. He was not surprised at the news in the letter and even secretly looked forward to it. He had learned martial arts for so many years just for that competition.

Seeing that Zhu Cong had stopped reading, Han Baoju became impatient and asked, "What else? What do you say next?"

Zhu Cong shook his head. "These are the only things in the letter, and they are also in his handwriting."

During a gambling match in a restaurant, Zhu Cong once stole a piece of poetry from Qiu Chuji's pocket and recognized his handwriting.

Ke Zhenwu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is the child with the surname Yang a boy? Is his name Yang Kang?"

Yin Zhiping wiped the dust off his face and replied, "Yes."

"He is your junior brother?"

"He is my senior brother. Although I am one year older than you, Senior Brother Yang entered the sect two years earlier than me."

Ke Zhen'e thought for a moment. Qiu Chuji must have found Yang Kang long ago and knew their whereabouts very well, otherwise he would not have asked his disciples to come to Temujin's tribe. But when he thought of Yin Zhiping's rude probing, he felt bad again. "You fought with him just now. Did you want to test his ability? To test your senior brother's bottom line?"

Yin Zhiping was quite frightened when he heard his evil tone, and said quickly: "Disciple dare not!"

Ke Zhenwu had no intention of punishing him, so he said with a straight face: "Go and tell your master that although the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan are not very good, we will never break our promise to meet at Zuixian Tower. Tell your master not to worry and forget about this letter!"

After hearing these words, Yin Zhiping was in a dilemma, and he didn't know whether to agree or not. He went north to write a letter at the order of his master. Qiu Chuji did ask him to find out about Guo Jing's character and martial arts.

Changchunzi was concerned about the son of an old friend with good intentions, but Yin Zhiping was a young man with a fussy mind and young energy. After arriving at the Onon River in Mongolia, he did not immediately ask to see the Seven Freaks. Instead, he searched for Guo Jing's whereabouts and fought with Guo Jing in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, Guo Jing was not the same person as in the original time and space. Although Su Ming did not teach him martial arts, he encouraged Guo Jing to join the army and fight on the battlefield. He saw blood and accumulated experience, so Yin Zhiping suffered a loss at his hands.

In the fighting among the martial arts world, martial arts skills are important, but experience is equally important. A martial artist who has seen blood and one who has not seen blood are two completely different things.

Seeing the unfriendly expressions of the Seven Monsters, Yin Zhiping was frightened and did not dare to linger here any longer. He clasped his fists and saluted to everyone, "Disciple, I'm leaving now."

After Yin Zhiping left, Ke Zhenwu remained silent. After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

Yin Zhiping, who joined the profession two years later than Yang Kang, is so difficult to deal with. Wouldn’t Yang Kang be even more difficult to deal with?
Thinking of this, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan felt sad.

Nan Xiren noticed that everyone was in a bad mood, patted Guo Jing on the shoulder, and praised, "Jing'er did a good job today, and severely killed the arrogance of that little calf nose!" Zhu Cong waved the folding fan in his hand and laughed, "In the past six months, we haven't urged Jing'er to practice martial arts, but he has made great progress. This is amazing."

Han Baoju grinned, "Second brother, you are wrong. Jing'er is a diligent person. Even if we are not with him, he will still practice martial arts. Fighting on the battlefield is not like fighting in the martial arts world. If you are not careful, you will die on the spot."

"It's not easy for Jing'er to make such progress. With this heart, even if he loses in the future, we will accept it. Even if we can't beat him, we have to fight. After practicing martial arts for so many years, how can we retreat like this?"

Han Xiaoying smiled lightly and lifted her hair from her ears. "Third brother is right. Since the seven of us became sworn brothers and ventured into the martial arts world together, we have gone through countless hardships, but the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan have never backed down."

Guo Jing respectfully clasped his fists towards them, "Third Master, Fourth Master, Fifth Master... Don't worry, Jing'er will definitely go all out and will not bring down the prestige of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan."

Ke Zhenwu nodded in satisfaction and said to Guo Jing, "Go back to sleep. You must work harder in the future."

……

The next morning.

After Guo Jing got up, he called out the thirty slaves in the tent. Lying on the grass, these slaves were dishevelled, ragged, and with their heads shrunk, they dared not look at Guo Jing.

Seeing this scene, Guo Jing felt mixed emotions. Is this a Han Chinese? His compatriots?

The Han people clearly had such a glorious and powerful past, so why have the Han people become slaves now?

Guo Jing first comforted them, then asked about their origins and ages, and finally learned that these people were from the Jin Kingdom, that is, the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun. They could not survive under the harsh rule of the Jin people, so they fled to the grassland and became slaves.

Among these thirty slaves, there were seven teenagers, eight women, twelve young and strong men, and three old men. They were skilled in milking, shearing, and raising cattle and sheep. Among the twelve young and strong men, some could weave utensils and make pottery.

However, the grasslands were short of supplies and there was no room for them to display their skills.

After asking clearly, Guo Jing was in a dilemma. Tolui sent these people to him, but he couldn't accept it in his heart. They were his compatriots, and he couldn't really use them as slaves.

But he couldn't let them go either. Letting them go would not save them, but would harm them instead. They were slaves, and if they left their master they would be runaway slaves. If they were caught in the vast grassland, their fate would be even more miserable.

Thinking of this, Guo Jing sighed, took out linen clothes from the tent and gave them to change into, then let them take a bath. After a long time, they put on new clothes, became clean again, and finally looked like some decent human beings.

Although they were still pale and thin, they looked much better than when he first saw them in the morning. Then, Guo Jing took out some food from the tent to fill their stomachs.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, he spoke, "From now on, you will follow me. You will continue to do what you did before. I don't need you to serve me. You just need to take care of the cattle and sheep."

"Understand?"

The slaves looked at each other and immediately knelt down, "Thank you for the reward, Master. I understand."

Seeing this, Guo Jing immediately shouted, "Stand up! Don't kneel!"

　Brothers, please give me more votes, please.

(End of this chapter)