Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 283 Hong Qigong's Teachings

"Old beggar, long time no see."

Ouyang Feng glanced at Hong Qigong, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and his brown face was heroic.

"Old Poison, have you regained your sanity?"

Ouyang Feng's appearance shocked Hong Qigong. He couldn't help but widen his eyes, picked up the bamboo stick, and was secretly on guard.

"Thanks to these brothers, I was lucky enough to regain my sanity."

Ouyang Feng could see Hong Qigong's vigilance, but he didn't care and didn't show much hostility.

More than ten years ago, at the Huashan Sword Contest, he had defeated Hong Qigong once when he was unconscious. Although he did not say that he did not take Hong Qigong seriously now, he did not regard him as an opponent either.

He is determined to become the best in the world. In today's world, only Genghis Khan and Wen Lie can stop him from getting the title of the best in the world.

Hong Qigong also noticed Ouyang Feng's contempt and felt unhappy, but he was soon relieved.

After all, he had no intention of competing with Ouyang Feng for the top spot in the world. Since Ouyang Feng did not regard him as an enemy, he was happy and at ease.

"Where are you from? Why are you hanging around with that old poisonous guy?"

Hong Qigong turned his gaze away from Ouyang Feng and looked around. This spacious hall was different from that of ordinary wealthy families. There was almost nothing in it, including furniture, couplets, plaques, hanging screens, calligraphy and painting screens... There were only a few soft couches for people to sit down and rest.

Ouyang Feng and four men stood in different places in the hall, all looking at the wall.

The surrounding walls were very strange. Their texture was neither gold, stone nor wood, but rather very similar to colored glaze. A large number of words and images were engraved on the inside of the colored glaze.

Looking closely, the texts were clearly various martial arts secrets. Just the ones he knew included Quanzhen Martial Arts and the Lower Volume of the Nine Yin Scriptures. The images were translucent human bodies, as if living people were locked up, constantly changing their postures. There were also light red lines moving inside the human body like flowing streams.

As a martial arts grandmaster, how could Hong Qigong not see that the paths of those red lines were clearly the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve regular meridians.

However, there are more than just the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve regular meridians, there are also several routes that seem to be blood vessels.

"My name is Wen Lie. Mr. Ouyang is a great master. I have invited him to study martial arts with me."

Wen Lie's voice startled Hong Qigong, who was watching intently.

"Wen... Lie...? That Wen Lie?"

Hong Qigong gripped the bamboo stick tightly.

"I didn't know there were other Wen Lie besides me."

Wen Lie looked at Hong Qigong and smiled maliciously.

"It turns out to be Brother Wen."

Hong Qigong's skin tensed, his hair stood on end, and his tone became polite.

The Wen Lie he knew was a most ruthless villain in the world, who would massacre cities and destroy countries at will. Compared with this man, the Western Poison Slayer was nothing but a few good kids.

However, although this man was a vicious person, he never did anything evil in the Central Plains. He only killed barbarians and foreigners.

Because of this, everyone is afraid of this man's behavior, but they dare not easily label him as a heretic. They only say that he is a weird person who is both good and evil.

Faced with such a person, although Hong Qigong was not afraid of him, he was unwilling to offend him easily.

Hong Qigong asked tentatively, "I heard that Brother Wen has been traveling abroad. Why did you suddenly return to the Central Plains?"

Wen Lie remained calm and said, "How could I just sit back and do nothing when the Central Plains is invaded by foreigners? We rushed back from outside the city the moment we received the news. On the way, we ran into Mr. Ouyang. We felt sorry for his hard-earned martial arts skills, and since the world is in turmoil and needs help, we helped Mr. Ouyang see through his demonic barriers and invited him to join us in the fight against the foreigners."

Ouyang Feng glanced at Wen Lie and the corner of his mouth twitched.

This... is so beautifully said.

Hong Qigong was startled.

Hearing such words from Wen Lie, a murderer who massacred cities and destroyed countries, made him wonder if he had drunk too much today.

However, on second thought, although Wen Lie carried out large-scale massacres, he never killed his own people. Is it strange that he has a heart to serve his country?
Hong Qigong said happily, "Brother Wen is righteous, and I admire you."

"Senior Hong helps the needy and punishes evildoers. I admire him too... Well, I can't admire him enough. Ouyang Ke, you spared him for Ouyang Feng's sake. Liang Ziweng harmed so many women, but you still didn't kill him. It's just a woman's kindness. It's hard to admire him."

Wen Lie wanted to say a few polite words, but couldn't help but complain to Hong Qigong.

What kind of righteous hero is he who kills evil and punishes villains? What exactly did he kill?
Hong Qigong was stunned and his expression suddenly became awkward.

He wanted to exchange a few pleasantries with Wen Lie and ask him what his plans were next, but he didn't expect that Wen Lie started criticizing him before he could even finish his words.

Ouyang Feng sneered and turned to look at Hong Qigong with a playful look in his eyes.

Hong Qigong sighed, "No one is perfect, so why kill them all? If they are not the most treacherous and evil, it would be better to teach them a lesson, let them mend their ways, and start a new life. Isn't that a good thing?"

Wen Lie sneered, "Isn't that wonderful? If you really think you're right, why don't you ask the victims? Liang Ziweng harmed so many women, and then let you off lightly by pulling out a few hairs. Then he sold out his country for personal gain. Who knows how many people have been harmed by your connivance? Even the Buddhists have the wrathful eyes of a diamond. A beggar like you should understand the dangers of the world better than a monk. How could you be so naive?"

If Hong Qigong had not been so righteous, Wen Lie would not have said anything.

But he considered himself the leader of the righteous path and a hero, but he always indulged the evil and did things that would cause endless troubles, which made Wen Lie unable to tolerate.

Hong Qigong said sincerely, "It's not easy for Liang Ziweng to develop such a skill. Giving him a chance to live might help him change his ways and do good deeds. This is better than killing him directly."

"It's not easy... Haha, you're saying that again. It seems like the people in the martial arts world and the common people are not the same creatures in your eyes."

Wen Lie laughed out of anger. He had heard that ordinary people in Jin Yong's martial arts novels were not considered human beings, and those who knew martial arts had human rights no matter how bad they were. Today it seemed to be true.

"Indeed, this world needs us. It needs people who can disregard status and wield their butcher knives against anyone."

"No, Wen Lie, are you planning another massacre? Can you not be so extreme? As the saying goes, a life is for a life. Liang Ziweng hasn't been heard to have killed anyone. He was just taking Yin to replenish Yang. Although Hong Qigong's punishment was light, it's understandable that he didn't kill Liang Ziweng. Didn't we kill Yin Zhiping, too? And Ouyang Feng."

Sensing the murderous aura emanating from Wen Lie, Zheng Zha's face changed and he hurriedly tried to persuade him.

Is this guy having another unhappy experience, just like he did in the Jujutsu Kaisen world? Why does he always want to massacre people?

Hong Qigong found it difficult to breathe. The thick murderous aura seemed to dye the air blood red, making breathing feel like a knife cutting through it. "Yin Zhiping was stopped before he could even make a move. As for Ouyang Feng, even Guo Jing doesn't intend to seek revenge, so what else can anyone say?"

Wen Lie narrowed his eyes and suppressed his murderous intent.

As for Ouyang Feng, isn't he still useful?

Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng looked at Wen Lie in surprise.

With such a terrifying murderous aura, and at least tens of millions of lives on his hands, it is not surprising that such a murderer would become a madman who kills anyone he sees.

However, Wen Lie was able to control such a powerful murderous aura with ease?
Killing or not killing is just a matter of thought. The murderous intent in him is like a long sword that can be wielded at will. This is a hundred times more terrifying than a simple murderer.

"Senior Hong, Mr. Ouyang, Captain, meeting is fate. Why get upset over trivial matters? That's not the way to treat guests."

Zhan Lan tried to smooth things over with a smile and bowed to Hong Qigong.

"Senior Hong, I have prepared a dinner to welcome you. Would you please do me the honor?"

"Hahahaha, I'm just a stinky beggar, how can I deserve a welcome? But since the little girl is so kind, how can I not go?"

Hong Qigong knew that he was in the wrong, and since Zhan Lan had given him a way out, he immediately accepted it. He no longer discussed with Wen Lie the topic of whether to kill a bad guy directly or spare his life. He laughed and passed over the matter, following Zhan Lan towards the restaurant.

As soon as Hong Qigong walked to the entrance of the restaurant, he smelled a strong aroma, the rich aroma of meat, the fresh fragrance, the strong aroma of wine... A dish should be full of color, fragrance and taste. Although he had not seen the dishes yet, the aroma had already made Hong Qigong's mouth water.

Hong Qigong hurried into the restaurant and saw a round table with a diameter of five meters placed in the center of the restaurant. The shape of this round table was different from the ones he had seen elsewhere. There was also a layer of round colored glass on the wooden table.

Hong Qigong was also a smart man. After taking a look, he figured out that this was the principle of a wheel and that the colored glaze on it could rotate.

On the glass, there are various dishes, including Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Lion's Head, Braised Abalone, Soft-shelled Eel, Wensi Tofu, and Boiled Cabbage.

Hong Qigong's eyes lit up. As soon as he sat down, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating with relish. He felt that every dish was better than the delicacies he had eaten in the past. Even the emperor's imperial chef could not make such delicious food. Huang Rong's dishes were also a little inferior.

"How is this made? I can't even taste it. The meat is the same meat, but the other flavors are different."

Hong Qigong was both surprised and delighted. His taste was the best in the world and no one dared to claim to be second. However, his ability to distinguish flavors was not enough to distinguish the taste of the dishes on the table.

Hong Qigong couldn't help but ask, "The oil, sauce, salt, and vinegar are all top-notch. The imperial kitchen doesn't even have such good stuff. And the flavors are beyond what I've ever tasted. Where did you get these treasures?"

The cooking techniques on this table of dishes were not any better than Huang Rong's, but the various flavors were far beyond Huang Rong's reach.

"This is our exclusive secret recipe, you can't find it anywhere else."

The seasonings for these dishes all come from the future world. What would happen if Hong Qigong tasted them?

That's a technological gap of eight hundred years, and the cooking skills are at the state banquet level, guaranteed to conquer Hong Qigong's taste.

Zhan Lan smiled sweetly and said to Hong Qigong, "Senior Hong, we actually have something to discuss."

Hong Qigong immediately became alert.

He suddenly realized that his current situation seemed familiar.

"Don't talk yet."

Hong Qigong raised his hand to stop Zhan Lan from speaking any further, and then he began to eat voraciously, finishing the dishes in front of him like a whirlwind.

Zhan Lan was not in a hurry. He sat across the round table and slowly picked up a jade lobster and put it into his mouth.

Hong Qigong ate very quickly, finishing one-fifth of each dish before putting down his chopsticks, rubbing his stomach in satisfaction, and leaning back in his chair.

"Little girls, I guess you want to learn some martial arts from me, right?"

Hong Qigong realized it just now. Isn't this the same trick that Huang Rong used to trick the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from him?
That's why he sped up and ate everything he could.

Wen Lie said bluntly, "That's right. Your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is considered the best in the world. If you can teach us eighteen moves, we can have whatever you want to eat."

"Great! Are you asking for too much? Eighteen moves? You want to take away my Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms just for a meal?"

Hong Qigong was shocked by Wen Lie's loud mouth. You know, Huang Rong didn't dare to ask him to teach Guo Jing the complete Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

"These are just appetizers. The real food hasn't been served yet. Senior Hong, you're eating too hastily."

Xiao Honglu walked towards the kitchen, and when he came out, there were several bowls and dishes floating beside him.

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

Hong Qigong looked at Xiao Honglu in surprise. With his eyesight, he couldn't see how Xiao Honglu controlled the dishes to float in the air.

"Phoenix Crystal, Golden Feather Exploding Cloud Dragon, True Sea Bream Continent Map..."

Xiao Honglu did not answer, but introduced the dishes taken out from the kitchen to Hong Qigong.

What was brought out before was at the level of a state banquet in the 21st century. What was brought out this time was close to the level of fantasy, and it was also the highest level of food that the gourmet tablecloth could summon.

All the dishes on the table were removed. Looking at the delicacies that were rearranged, Hong Qigong's fingers couldn't help but tremble.

He has lived his whole life just to get this bite of food.

In order to get a bite of food, he threw away one of his fingers and taught out fifteen of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. If he had not later accepted Guo Jing as his disciple, the Beggar Gang disciple who had made great contributions but only learned one palm would have cursed him in his heart.

But I really can't help it.

This batch of delicacies is ten or even nine times better than the previous batch. If he doesn't eat it, he will definitely think about it for the rest of his life.

Hong Qigong turned his gaze away from the table and said firmly, "Ten days. I will only teach you for ten days, and only to one person. No one else is allowed to learn. Within ten days, you will learn as much as you can. And today's delicacies cannot be missed or repeated every day."

After all, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is not the Beggars' Sect's treasure, the Dog Beating Stick Technique, and it has been taught to outsiders throughout the ages. However, as Hong Qigong's signature skill, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms cannot be passed on to others in its entirety, so he decided to take a shortcut.

No matter how talented one is, it is impossible to learn all the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in 10 days. However, if one really meets such a powerful genius, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms can be considered a good connection.

Zheng Zha and Zhan Lan smiled at each other and immediately agreed.

(End of this chapter)