The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 87 Guo Jing Meets Hong Qi (Please Subscribe)
Without outsiders present, the atmosphere in the hall became much more relaxed.

Ma Yu sat in the main seat, whisking lightly in his hand, "Junior brother, have you really thought it through?"

Qiu Chuji nodded firmly, "Brother, in order to stop the Song officials from selling out the country, I did not hesitate to kill people and caused trouble, but I also involved the Guo and Yang families, causing the tragedy in Niujia Village."

"Fortunately, I later found the descendants of Guo and Yang, which allowed me to make up for my mistake. However, because of my selfishness and a momentary slip of my mind, I put their family in danger again."

He sighed, his expression somewhat gloomy, "I already owe them. I was wrong in this matter, and I should make up for it." Having said this, he looked at Ma Yu again, "If this matter succeeds, it's fine. If not, please expel me from Quanzhen Sect."

Ma Yu's face immediately darkened and he scolded, "What are you talking about? We are brothers with different bodies but the same heart. How can we abandon each other? Don't mention this again. However, assassinating Wanyan Honglie is not an easy task. Have you really decided?"

"Brother, our Quanzhen Sect still wants to spread the teachings in the north, and we absolutely cannot get around the Jin Kingdom. Wanyan Honglie is the sixth prince of the Jin Kingdom. He holds a high position and has great power. He can mobilize the forces of the Jin Kingdom, but he cannot represent the Jin Kingdom."

"He loves Madam Yang deeply and it is impossible for him to let her go. Getting rid of him is the best solution!" There was a cold murderous intent in his words.

Ma Yu frowned and looked at the others, "What do you think?"

As one of the parties involved, Wang Chuyi immediately said, "Brother, Yang Tiexin and his son are descendants of Yang Zaixing. For this reason, we must protect him. Back then, Master was determined to fight against the Jin army and founded the Quanzhen Sect out of despair. We, the younger generation, cannot inherit Master's will, but we cannot let the descendants of the loyal and good people fall into danger and ignore it."

The eldest son of the true son, Tan Chuduan, has always been generous and filial, and he also expressed his support, "Brother, what you said is right. Yang Tiexin and his son must be protected. Their ancestors shed enough blood. We can't watch the Yang family die out. If you want to go to Zhongdu, count me in."

The remaining few people did not express any objection. They had been practicing Taoism for many years and had not lost their bloodiness. What was there to object to killing the Jin people?
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In the yard, Mu Nianci was preparing food. When she saw Yang Tiexin push the door open, she went to greet him, "Dad, you're back?"

Yang Tiexin looked at her lovingly, and walked into the courtyard with Bao Xiruo and Yang Kang behind him, "This is your mother, this is your brother, our family is finally reunited."

Mu Nianci looked at Bao Xiruo and Yang Kang in front of her. Her clear eyes widened and her fair face suddenly turned red. She bowed to them and said, "Hello, mother and brother."

At this moment, Yang Kang's mind was all on what Qiu Chuji had just said. When he saw Mu Nianci, he just nodded lightly without saying anything. Seeing Yang Kang's cold attitude, Mu Nianci's mood instantly became depressed.

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The land of Jiangnan, on the banks of the Yangtze River.

The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, the river was pitch black, and then lightning and thunder came one after another, and each thunder seemed to hit the top of the head.

Two figures were riding horses on the official road. The sudden heavy rain soaked their clothes. Guo Jing called out, "Miss Huang, let's find a place to take shelter from the rain."

Huang Rong wiped the rain off her face and said with a smile, "Okay." That smile was bright and pure, blooming in the rain.

After leaving Zhongdu, Guo Jing was caught up by Huang Rong not long after he left. Huang Rong was very smart and easily got close to Guo Jing. However, through indirect questioning, she also found out Guo Jing's background and learned that Guo Jing was married and his wife was pregnant.

However, at this time she did not have any thoughts about Guo Jing, at most she was just curious.

The two of them accompanied each other all the way, fighting for justice, punishing evil and eliminating evil, and gradually became familiar with each other.

The summer rainstorm came and went suddenly. The two ran all the way. The rain had stopped and the sky was clear. The moon was hanging in the sky. The two came to a jungle. It was really cold. Guo Jing found some orange branches to make a fire. The two changed their clothes and dried their wet clothes on the fire. They took a nap and the sky gradually became bright. After the sun rose to the top of the sky, Huang Rong yawned and woke up. Guo Jing had disappeared. She was not surprised and went straight to the river to wash up. When she came back, Guo Jing was already preparing to cook.

There were a few plump turtledoves lying on the ground, and he was plucking their feathers and bleeding them.

Huang Rong's eyes lit up. This was top-quality food. "Guo Jing, leave it to me. Go get something else. This alone is not enough."

"Okay, thank you." Guo Jing knew that Huang Rong was a good cook, so he didn't refute and turned away.

Looking at his departing back, Huang Rong chuckled, rolled up her sleeves, cleaned the turtledove's internal organs, and "borrowed" a clay pot from a nearby farmyard to make soup.

An hour later, Guo Jing came back with a bag of wild vegetables. The fragrance in the air made him drool.

Huang Rong opened the clay pot and saw the stewed turtledove meat was white and tender with a strong aroma. She also cooked the wild vegetables that Guo Jing brought back and added them into the pot, and a pot of turtledove soup was ready.

Just as the two were about to eat, a voice sounded from behind them, "What a delicious soup, let the old beggar have a taste too."

The two were startled and turned around quickly, only to see a middle-aged beggar standing behind them.

The man had a rectangular face, a slight beard under his chin, rough hands and feet, and his clothes were full of patches but clean. He held a green bamboo stick in his hand, as bright as jade, and carried a large vermilion lacquered gourd on his back. He had a greedy look on his face and an impatient expression.

Finally, Hong Qigong came.

Seeing that Guo and Huang had not answered yet, Hong Qigong realized that he had scared them. He laughed twice, came to sit down opposite the two men, took the gourd on his back, pulled out the cork, and drank a few gulps.

Seeing Guo Jing looking at him warily, he didn't care and handed the gourd to Guo Jing, "Dad, drink it."

Seeing his strange movements and high martial arts skills, Guo Jing knew something was wrong and did not dare to neglect him. "Senior, I don't drink. You drink." He spoke very respectfully. Suddenly, his eyes focused on his hand.

I saw that his right hand holding the gourd had only four fingers, and one index finger was missing. I was startled and remembered the story of the nine-fingered beggar mentioned by my masters in the discussion of various martial arts sects. Then I took another look and saw that he was dressed like a beggar and had a green bamboo staff. I gradually had some guesses in my mind.

He turned his head to look at Huang Rong. At this moment, Huang Rong was also looking at him. The two looked at each other with serious expressions.

Hong Qigong didn't care. He took out a few golden darts from his bosom and said, "I saw a few people fighting yesterday. One of them was so rich that the darts he used were shining with gold. The old beggar took the dart and led him over. The inside of this golden dart is made of scrap copper and iron, but the outside is plated with real gold. Kid, take it and play with it. When you are short of money, you can exchange it for seven or eight coins of silver."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes and said softly, "Senior, you are joking. We can't finish this soup, so let's just treat it as a gift to you."

If she didn't accept it, Guo Jing would not accept it either. In addition, what happened in Zhangjiakou before made him feel not very good about the Beggars' Sect. The fact that Hong Qigong was the leader of the Beggars' Sect made him even more cautious.

Hong Qigong wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and asked, "You really don't want it?"

The two of them shook their heads to refuse.

(End of this chapter)