The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 173 No~ (Please subscribe and vote)
The next morning, Yang Guo found Guo Jing and proposed to leave Xiangyang.

Guo Jing looked at the burly and imposing young man in front of him. He could vaguely see some of his sworn brother Yang Kang in his brows, and many thoughts arose in his mind.

In the past, his sworn brother Yang Kang, in order to pursue fame and fortune, would rather acknowledge the enemy as his father and abandon his Han identity to become a prince of the Jin people.

Now his son has to take this cautious action for the sake of the Han people all over the world.

"Guo'er, Uncle Guo and your Aunt Guo have repeatedly pondered over what your master said in the past few years, but until today, they are still not sure whether this matter has a chance of success and whether it can really make the lives of the common people in this world better."

"But one thing is for sure, it can't get any worse," Guo Jing said with some self-mockery.

Today's Song Dynasty is like an octogenarian with a terminal illness who has entered the countdown to death. The only uncertainty is how and when he will die.

The emperor and his courtiers, as the leaders, just lived from day to day, with no sense of crisis about life and death.

The city of Xiangyang, which served as the gateway, had to be defended at the risk of his life by a gangster.

This was also his thought about Mu Sheng changing the sun and the moon. From agreeing reluctantly under the threat of force in the beginning, to now sincerely hoping that he could succeed.

"Uncle Guo can't give you any other help on this trip, but as long as Uncle Guo is here, he will never let the Mongols move south!" Guo Jing promised in a firm tone.

This was also a comfort to Yang Guo, relieving his psychological burden so that he wouldn't have to worry about causing the common people to fall under the iron hoof of the Mongols because of his actions.

Yang Guo's eyes trembled slightly when he heard this. He felt Guo Jing's silent love and care. He opened his mouth to say something but didn't know how to start, so he bowed deeply to Guo Jing.

"Go, say goodbye to your Aunt Guo and the others, hand over your military duties and leave!"

Guo Jing patted Yang Guo's arm, then turned his back, not wanting Yang Guo to see his expression.

"Then Yang Guo will go. Uncle Guo, take care!"

Guo Jing didn't say anything or look back, he just waved back, signaling Yang Guo to leave.

Yang Guo bowed again, then strode out of the room.

After hearing Yang Guo's footsteps fading away, Guo Jing turned around, his eyes slightly red and moist.

After saying goodbye, Yang Guo did not leave immediately. Packing up his things, saying goodbye to relatives and friends, and handing over military affairs could not be completed in one day.

Soon everyone knew that Yang Guo had to leave Xiangyang City because of his master's orders.

In the past few years, Yang Guo has made many friends in Xiangyang City. He is a martial arts expert, has a powerful master, and is not arrogant. Many people would like to have such a friend.

By the time Yang Guo had handed over military duties and said goodbye to everyone, three days had passed.

"Damn Yang Guo, stinky Yang Guo, you didn't even tell me such a big thing."

"Do you think I will pester you? Humph."

In the garden of the Guo Mansion, Guo Fu was kicking pebbles on the ground with an unhappy look on her face.

"Sister Fu, why are you here? Who made you unhappy again?" Wu Xiuwen walked over from the entrance of the garden and asked with concern.

"No one is bothering me. Brother Xiaowu, what do you want to talk to me about?" After seeing that it was Wu Xiuwen, Guo Fu stopped kicking the stones.

"Can't I come to see you if nothing happens?" Wu Xiuwen said with a flattering smile.

Guo Fu frowned when she heard this, feeling that this question sounded familiar. Yes, she asked Yang Guo the same question that day.

Wu Xiuwen saw Guo Fu frowning and said quickly, "There are some jugglers and performers on Qianmen Street recently. Sister Fu, don't you like this kind of excitement the most? Do you want to go and see it together?"

This reminded Guo Fu of Yang Guo's mockery of her for only knowing how to play. She felt even worse and became less and less patient. She said with a straight face:

"Brother Xiaowu, don't always think about where to go for fun. If you have time, you might as well practice martial arts, learn from Brother Yang, and share more of Daddy's worries."

Speaking of Yang Guo, Guo Fu remembered that he was leaving the next day and had not come to say goodbye to her, and she suddenly lost her mood.

"Forget it, you think about it carefully. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Guo Fu turned around and left the garden.

Wu Xiuben was already full of hatred towards Yang Guo, and when he heard Guo Fu asking him to learn from Yang Guo, he became even more jealous.

"It was Yang Guo who broke my arm, why are you all on his side?"

"Isn't it just that he has a good master? Isn't it just that he is good at martial arts? Isn't it just him."

As Wu Xiuwen thought about it, he found himself getting even angrier. His already gloomy face became even more distorted, and he kicked a flowerpot.

"boom!"

The broken flowerpot along with the soil inside was kicked away by Wu Xiuwen, and the flowerpot fragments and soil fell all over the ground.

"Ah~~"

Wu Xiuwen roared loudly, and left the garden with his anger still not subsided, his mouth full of curses towards Yang Guo.

"What a bullshit master's order! I think this little bastard is just afraid of death. He escaped from the battlefield and found such an excuse."

"Bah! How shameless!"

"Damn Yang Guo, beast, liar"

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Wu Xiuwen walked away cursing, and his aggressive appearance frightened the servants in the mansion so much that they dared not approach him.

As he walked, he somehow arrived at the east courtyard wing, and a boy of about fifteen or sixteen appeared in front of him.

The boy has an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are very bright and he looks smart.

Wu Xiuwen recognized the young man. It was him who came to Guo's residence looking for Yang Guo a few days ago. He couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards him.

Coupled with those shrewd and cunning eyes, he couldn't help but think of Yang Guo's childhood, and his emotions, which were already filled with jealousy and hatred, instantly erupted.

"If I can't beat Yang Guo, can I beat you?"

He strode towards the young man, intending to vent his hatred towards Yang Guo on him.

As for what to do after the fight, Wu Xiuwen, who was blinded by negative emotions, could no longer care.

"Who are you, little thief, and how dare you sneak into Guo's residence?" Wu Xiuwen shouted, and slapped the young man with his left hand.

Er Gouzi had been keeping an eye on Wu Xiuwen since he showed up. He had one arm and was in Guo's residence, so Er Gouzi guessed the identity of the man immediately.

What happened at the Heroes Conference that year had long since spread throughout the world, and with the protagonist's personal account of the incident, Er Gouzi knew very well that this person was not a friend.

Just as he was wondering what Wu Xiuwen was doing here, he saw him walking towards him angrily and raising his palm to chop at him.

'Is he crazy?'

Er Gouzi looked at the hand coming towards him, and his first reaction was not fear, but confusion as to how Wu Xiuwen dared to attack him. Wasn't he afraid that Brother Yang would break his arm again?

Ergouzi's thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and his body's movements were not slow at all.

He took a wrong step and moved around to Wu Xiuwen's back, then kicked Wu Xiuwen in the butt.

Wu Xiuwen's body was already a little unstable after his palm strike, and after being kicked by Er Gouzi, he staggered forward. It took him a lot of effort to control his body and not fall to the ground.

Facing a teenager, he used a move that was almost a sneak attack, but not only did he fail to hit the other person, he almost made a fool of himself.

Wu Xiuwen's cheeks turned red instantly, and he felt even more ashamed and angry. He turned around and pounced on Er Gouzi again.

"Damn you little thief, you dare to fight back!"

Wu Xiuwen put the index and middle fingers of his left hand together, and mobilized all the internal energy in his body to point them towards Ergouzi's lower ribs.

One Finger Yang?

Er Gouzi's mind moved, he curled his palms into claws, pointed his toes and swayed his body like a wave, and he dodged Wu Xiuwen's One Finger Zen.

At the same time, a sharp iron claw grabbed Wu Xiuwen's shoulder blade, and the fingers, like sharp eagle claws, penetrated deeply into Wu Xiuwen's flesh.

'That's it? ’

An idea flashed through Er Gouzi's mind, and then he tore hard, tearing off a small piece of flesh from Wu Xiuwen's shoulder.

"what!"

Wu Xiuwen cried out in pain, his eyes widened with anger, his face full of disbelief.

boom!
Er Gouzi followed up with another kick, hitting the side of Wu Xiuwen's left calf, sending him flying sideways.

After his body was suspended in the air, Wu Xiuwen instinctively waved his arms to adjust his body shape, but because he pulled the wound on his shoulder, his movement faltered and he fell straight down.

Bang!
Wu Xiuwen fell face down on the ground and then lay motionless.

"You are so weak! Are you really the disciple of Master Guo? Tsk~" Er Gouzi glanced at Wu Xiuwen who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, sneered, threw the piece of meat in his hand on the ground and left.

If it was Wu Xiuwen before his arm was broken, Ergouzi would not have defeated him so easily.

But ever since he lost his arm, Wu Xiuwen has been filled with resentment and dissatisfaction every day. His internal energy training has not improved but regressed, and his martial arts skills have also had major flaws because of the broken arm.

Although Guo Jing and his wife asked Huang Yaoshi to create a palm technique suitable for him.

But Wu Xiuwen was not diligent in his training, and he gave up on himself because of his broken arm. As a result, three years later, only one tenth of his martial arts skills remained.

Although Er Gouzi has only been practicing for a few years and is still young, his martial arts skills are no worse than Wu Xiuwen's. He also has sufficient resources of elixirs and occasional guidance from Mu Sheng.

Even before Wu Xiuwen lost his arm, he might not be able to beat him, let alone now.

It was a long time after Er Gouzi left that Wu Xiuwen, who was lying on the ground, finally got up with difficulty.

Looking at the blood oozing from his shoulder and the dust all over his body, Wu Xiuwen couldn't help but feel sad.

Three years ago, his right arm was broken by Yang Guo, and three years later, his left arm was injured by Yang Guo's younger brother.

Three years ago, he was the disciple of the great hero Guo Jing, while Yang Guo was just an unknown person.

Three years later, he became an incompetent disciple of Guo Da Xia, but Yang Guo had become one of the most important figures in Xiangyang City.

Seeing that Yang Guo's life was getting better and better, Wu Xiuwen felt more upset than if his martial arts were completely lost. Now even a messenger child could easily bully him.

Wu Xiuwen's reluctance and despair accumulated in his chest, and he couldn't help but howl to the sky:
"No~~~"

The next day, outside Xiangyang City, Yang Guo waved at the city wall and left with Er Gouzi without looking back.

After his figure disappeared from sight, the people who were seeing him off on the city wall gradually dispersed.

Liu Chuxuan and Sun Buer looked at Yang Guo's disappearing figure, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

More than three years ago, the two of them were invited to attend a Heroes Conference, but on their way back they met Quanzhen disciples who were fleeing for their lives.

They learned the tragic news of the destruction of Quanzhen Sect from these disciples. Later, in order to seek revenge, the two of them brought the remaining dozen or so disciples to Xiangyang City.

"Oh!" Liu Chuxuan sighed.

If it weren't for Zhao Zhijing, such a talented and outstanding person, he should have been able to carry the future of their Quanzhen Sect!

"Senior Brother Liu, don't think about it anymore, let's go," Sun Buer called Liu Chuxuan to leave.

The sect was destroyed and his fellow Taoist also died in Chongyang Palace. At this time, Sun Buer was bent on revenge and did not have the sentimentality of Liu Chuxuan.

Liu Chuxuan came to his senses and walked towards the city wall with Sun Buer.

"How is Junior Brother Yin's injury?" Liu Chuxuan suddenly asked.

"It's nothing serious. It will be completely healed in another month."

"We can't let him fight like this again. We were lucky that he didn't get hurt this time."

"There's no way. I've tried to persuade him many times, but he can't resolve the knot in his heart. No matter who persuades him, it's useless," Sun Buer said, shaking his head.

When the Quanzhen Sect was exterminated, more than a dozen disciples escaped, and Yin Zhiping was among them.

He has been trapped in self-blame ever since.

He blamed himself for why he had brought people to help Zhao Zhijing get back his face. Otherwise, he would not have provoked Mu Sheng and was taken to Chongyang Palace by him.

If Mu Sheng had not attacked Chongyang Palace, those disciples would not have knelt down and begged for medicine in order to save their lives.

If these disciples had not knelt down to beg for medicine, there would not have been two opposing and hostile factions in Quanzhen Sect.

If there were no such factional differences, no disciples would be oppressed into colluding with the Mongols.

If there had not been a surprise attack by the Mongolian army, the Quanzhen Sect would not have been destroyed.

Under such tremendous psychological pressure, Yin Zhiping developed a self-destructive mentality.

After arriving in Xiangyang City, he rushed to the front in every battle, as if this could make up for the mistakes he had made.

"Ugh!"

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The flow of time has never been changed by human will. When children are eager to grow up quickly, time flows neither fast nor slow.

While adults long for their youth to pass away slowly, time still flows by neither fast nor slow.

In this slow and steady process, the leaves of the trees have turned yellow and green again four times.

In four years, a lot of things have changed, but a lot of things remain the same.

Outside Xiangyang City, the Mongols continued to organize sieges from time to time, and the soldiers and civilians inside Xiangyang City continued to resist stubbornly.

Thousands of miles away in Hunan, a peasant uprising army was growing stronger.

　I didn't pay attention when I wrote it before. There are many holes to fill. It's a headache.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)