The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 88 Impossible, absolutely impossible.

The beggar looked embarrassed and scratched his head, saying, "This is difficult. I am an old beggar and I have nothing to worry about when I ask for some leftovers. But today I have encountered such delicious food, which makes me hungry. You don't want money, so what should I do? I can't accept favors from others for nothing."

Not only Guo Jing, Huang Rong also recognized Hong Qigong's identity. His features were too obvious to not recognize him. Huang Rong smiled slightly, "A bowl of turtledove soup is not a favor. Meeting is fate."

Guo Jing didn't say anything. He took out a bamboo bowl and chopsticks from his bag, filled a bowl with soup and brought it to Hong Qigong, "Senior, please enjoy."

The fresh soup exuded a rich aroma. Hong Qigong swallowed his saliva, but still couldn't resist the temptation of the delicious food. Never mind, he decided to eat it first.

"Slurp, slurp."

The stewed turtledove and wild vegetables were sweet and delicious. Hong Qigong ate very quickly and finished it in a short while. Huang Rong beside him immediately added more for him. After eating three bowls in a row, he wiped his mouth with satisfaction and burped.

At this time, less than half of the soup was left.

Hong Qigong smiled awkwardly and said, "You two kids are quite interesting. You are so generous. It's not good for an old beggar to be stingy. Come on, tell me what you wish for."

Guo Jing wanted to observe Hong Qigong for a while longer, but felt that making a request would scare him away, so he shook his head and said, "It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar. Since you are here, you are a friend. We treat you as a friend. When you treat a friend to a meal, do you need to make a request?"

Huang Rong didn't want to give up this opportunity easily. A smile flashed in her eyes, and she said in a seductive tone like a cunning little fox, "Senior, this turtledove soup is nothing special. I have a few other specialties that I would like to invite you to taste. The conditions here are simple and I can't make them. Let's go to the town ahead together. What do you think?"

Hong Qigong glanced at her and his smile deepened, "Great! Girl like you is just what I like, hehe." He naturally saw that Huang Rong had other little thoughts, but he didn't take it to heart.

As a master standing at the top of the martial arts world, he basically has no say in the affairs of the Beggars' Sect. The only thing that attracts him is the desire for food. If he enjoys the food, it is not a big deal to satisfy some of their wishes.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong quickly finished the remaining soup, returned the pottery jar, and the three of them set off for a small town not far away.

On the way, Guo Jing asked tentatively, "Senior, may I ask your name?
Hong Qigong took a sip of wine and said casually, "My last name is Hong, and I am the seventh child. You two kids can call me Qigong."

Guo Jing's heart sank, and he guessed that he was indeed Hong Qigong, the Beggar of the North, one of the Five Great Masters.

The three of them walked south, came to a small town, and found an inn to stay in.

Since she had decided to cling to someone powerful, Huang Rong went out after resting. "I'm going to buy some seasonings and ingredients. Senior, you take a rest first."

Hong Qigong nodded, and after Huang Rong left, he looked at Huang Rong's back, then turned back to look at Guo Jing, and said with a smile: "Is she your little wife?"

Guo Jing shook his head, "Senior, please don't joke. I already have a wife. Miss Huang and I are just traveling together. We have no other relationship."

Hong Qigong's eyes narrowed as he looked him up and down, his expression somewhat regretful. "What a pity! I see that you have quite a lot of inner strength, which is really rare. Which sect are you from?"

Then he added, "Don't tell me yet, let me guess."

"The skills of those arrogant disciples of Quanzhen Sect are not that good, but Wang Chongyang's kung fu is pretty good. Are you a disciple of Quanzhen Sect?" Guo Jing shook his head. "I do have a connection with Quanzhen Sect, but I am not a disciple of Quanzhen Sect."

"At this age, with such skills and foundation, he must be from a famous family." Hong Qigong muttered to himself, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Are you a Shaolin disciple?" After saying that, he shook his head again, "No, Shaolin Temple has been closed for many years. It is impossible for them to suddenly send disciples down the mountain, and they are not shaved."

He scratched his head. "You don't look like someone trained by the old poisoner. The old monk has a disciple. Huang Laoxie is probably still on Peach Blossom Island. This is strange. If you are not a Quanzhen disciple, then which sect are you from?"

Seeing him scratching his head in thought, Guo Jing directly stated his master, "Senior, my master is the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan. I wonder if you have heard of them." In the desert, Ke Zhen'e and his companions have always regarded themselves as the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, so Guo Jing called them the Seven Freaks instead of the Seven Heroes.

Hong Qigong's eyes widened. "The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan? Impossible, absolutely impossible? I know their martial arts very well. Their external skills are OK, but their internal skills are nothing. They can't possibly teach a disciple like you. Even the younger generation of my Beggars' Sect, no one can compare to you."

"Senior, my master is indeed one of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan. Only with some opportunities could he have his current martial arts." After saying this, he glanced at Hong Qigong and found that his expression did not change at all. He couldn't help but feel relieved.

It seems that the matter has nothing to do with him and the senior should not know about it.

Having said that, Guo Jing decided to observe for a while. Even though Hong Qigong was well-known, it was no small matter as it involved the reputation of the Beggars' Sect. He had to observe for a while before deciding whether to reveal everything that had happened before.

After being taught by Su Ming and having experienced so many things, Guo Jing may still have a conscience and bottom line far beyond that of ordinary people, but he will no longer open his heart to strangers and will no longer trust others foolishly.

Hong Qigong stared at him carefully for a while, as if he was looking at a rare treasure, "How come an old beggar doesn't have a disciple like you? What a pity, what a pity!"

When you encounter a piece of unpolished jade, it turns out that the other person has a master, and the master is not as good as you. Then look at the Beggars' Gang. If you compare goods, they will be thrown away. If you compare people, they will die. You can't compare.

Hong Qigong didn't want to talk anymore, so he simply dozed off in the chair with his eyes closed. Guo Jing sat on the bed and practiced martial arts in an orderly manner. It was not until more than half an hour later that Huang Rong came back with the vegetables and went into the kitchen to cook.

After a while, the aroma came from the back kitchen. Hong Qigong yawned and his nose moved slightly. "It smells weird. What kind of dish is this? It's a bit weird. I don't think I've ever seen it before!"

After saying that, he stretched his neck and kept peeking into the kitchen. Guo Jing couldn't help laughing secretly when he saw his impatient and itchy look. This senior really liked delicious food as the rumors said.

In the following time, the kitchen was filled with fragrance, but Huang Rong never showed up. Hong Qigong scratched his ears and cheeks, sat down and stood up, stood up and sat down, it was so unbearable that Guo Jing, who was standing beside him, was disturbed and could not concentrate on practicing.

Hong Qigong laughed and said to Guo Jing, "I am such a greedy person. When I think about food, I forget everything else." Then, he stretched out his right palm with only four fingers left, "The ancients said: 'The index finger moves', it's really true. Whenever I see or smell something rare, the index finger of my right hand will jump non-stop. Once, because of greed, I missed an important event, and I got angry and cut off my finger with a knife..."

Guo Jing's eyes fell on his broken finger, and he felt a chill in his heart. This senior was also a ruthless person. It was not common for him to be so cruel as to attack him.

Hong Qigong touched his finger and sighed, "What a pity, the finger was cut off, but this greedy nature cannot be cut off."

Guo Jing thought for a moment and said, "Gao Zi said, 'Food and sex are human nature. People take food as their first priority. Senior, you are well-known in the martial arts world, but you only care about delicious food and do not seek external things. This is your true nature and true integrity. There is no perfect saint in the world, so you don't have to worry about it.'"

(End of this chapter)