Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 16 Today I will teach you a lesson, so that you can understand what it means to be good.
Five days later.

In a pine forest outside a market, Zhuang Buyan walked alone, practicing his internal skills.

In the distance were Hong Qigong and Guo Huang.

"You little girl, you've been trying so hard to prepare delicious food and wine for many days, just because you want me to teach you some martial arts."

"If you ask me, your family's unique martial arts skills are more than enough for you to learn. Why do you need me to teach you?"

"Qi Gong, you know that my father has passed on all his best martial arts skills to others."

Huang Rong looked sad:

"No wonder he scolded me before. It turns out he didn't like me at all. So, I ran away secretly. And he hasn't come looking for me until now. He must have never wanted me again."

"Alas, as far as I know, the East Evil shouldn't be such a person. How could he hide something?" Hong Qigong's expression was complicated, and he couldn't help but curse:
"Could it be that the older this old monster gets, the more evil his temper becomes."

"You are not allowed to curse my father." Although Huang Rong had a lot of resentment towards her father, she still could not tolerate others insulting him.

Hong Qigong didn't care:
"It's because they think you're old and poor, so no one wants to marry you. Otherwise, if they had a daughter like you, how could they be willing to give her up?"

He glanced at the young man in green robe who was still practicing and said:
"Rong'er, do you really want to beat Zhuang Bu Ran?"

"Of course. I'm going to beat him until he kneels down and begs for mercy."

After Huang Rong finished speaking in a strong voice, she stared at Hong Qigong with a pitiful expression.

"Alas, before the age of thirty-five, this old beggar's martial arts skills were quite diverse. He learned quite a few random punches and palm techniques, but after that, he focused on the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. And when it comes to defeating the enemy, this is the most powerful martial art."

"But this palm technique is completely different from the one you learned at home. The martial arts you learned since childhood are all complex and fantastical, with fake moves many times more than real moves. My martial arts, on the other hand, are extremely simple and the essence lies in the use of force, which consumes the most energy."

"Because of this, Huang Lao Xie's training path is completely different from mine. I cannot learn his martial arts, and he cannot learn my palm techniques either."

"The most important thing is, through the repeated competitions over the past few days, I've gotten a good feel for that kid's skills. Although he's young and his skills aren't as strong as mine, his boxing techniques are both domineering and agile. Coupled with his horizontal training skills, he's truly formidable. He's known all over the martial arts world. Putting aside the Five Supremes like us, I really can't imagine anyone else being his match."

"Besides that, I, an old beggar, don't think I can match his dedication to martial arts. I'm afraid that once he gets a few more years older, I won't be his match."

Huang Rong looked depressed:

"So, what you mean, old man, is that I will never be able to defeat him in this lifetime?"

"Ahem, no matter what, you are the closest people to each other in this world. How can there be any talk about who can win and who cannot win?" Hong Qigong coughed dryly.

Huang Rong's eyes suddenly lit up:
"Since my martial arts skills don't match Qi Gong's, but Brother Jing does, why not wait until he's accomplished something and help me teach that Zhuang a lesson? That way, I can vent my anger."

Hong Qigong looked at Guo Jing:

"Look at his steady hands and feet. His internal strength is not bad, but compared to that kid, he is still far behind."

"Besides, the old beggar never accepts apprentices. Who would want such a foolish boy? Only you treat him like a treasure."

"Rong'er, I have always been dull, so you'd better not make things difficult for Qigong. Besides, Brother Zhuang's martial arts are far beyond my reach. I can't beat him no matter what." Guo Jing agreed naively and advised Huang Rong.

"Hmph, Qi Gong, are you so unambitious?"

Huang Rong's eyes rolled and she spoke:

"I once heard from my father that in today's world, the only martial artist who can surpass him is the Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar Hong Qigong. He also said that if his whereabouts were not uncertain, he would definitely practice martial arts with him often.

"Huang Yaoshi always says he won't submit to me, but I don't know that he really admires me in his heart." Hong Qigong felt secretly proud when he heard this.

"My father also said that your 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms' is unparalleled in the world, a unique skill from ancient times to the present."

Huang Rong looked confused:
"With such powerful kung fu, how could Qigong think that he couldn't beat Zhuang's boxing? Could it be that my father was exaggerating?"

Hong Qigong couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this:
"You little girl, you haven't even learned a fraction of your father's kung fu, but you've picked up all his evil tricks." "Well, considering your father is still willing to tell the truth, and that after Wang Chongyang died, he thought he was the best in the world, and that he's eaten so many good things in the past few days, I'll teach this fool a few moves."

Then, Hong Qigong asked Huang Rong to return to the inn, and Zhuang Bu Ran also finished his practice and prepared to leave.

"I didn't realize you knew some taboos."

"Haha, Zhuang has always been upright in learning martial arts." Zhuang Buyan smiled inexplicably and took a step to push Huang Rong away.

More than a month later.

In the small pine forest, Zhuang Bu Ran folded his arms around his shoulders, leaning lazily against a tree, his eyebrows raised:
"Guo Jing, I guess I heard correctly. You want to spar with me?"

"Mr. Zhuang, don't look down on others. When you haven't seen someone for three days, you should look at him with new eyes. Do you understand?" Huang Rong spoke first.

Guo Jing was afraid that the two would start arguing again, so he quickly spoke:
"Brother Zhuang, I know I'm no match for you, so I just want to see how big the gap is between us."

"Qigong, is this your idea or this girl's?" Zhuang Bu Ran glanced sideways at Hong Qigong who was enjoying the delicious food.

"Although Guo Jing's comprehension is not very high, he is diligent and focused. As long as he learns a little bit, he will study and practice day and night. His martial arts skills are completely different now. Why not challenge him?"

Hong Qigong reminded:
"Boy, this old beggar has been practicing with you a lot in the past month or so."

Zhuang Bu Ran stood up straight, hands behind his back, looked at Guo Jing, and said:
"Alright, since you're so sincere in asking for advice, I'll show some mercy and help you out."

"Brother Jing, since he doesn't take you seriously, don't hold back. Use all your strength and hit him hard." Huang Rong stepped aside and encouraged loudly.

Guo Jing nodded heavily and said:

"Brother Zhuang, be careful."

As he spoke, he slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm inward, drew a circle with his right palm, and with a whoosh, pushed outward.

Suddenly, a slight dragon roar was heard, and a dragon-shaped energy force hit Zhuang Bu Ran directly.

"boom!"

Guo Jing felt that the palm he had struck out was like a drop in the ocean. When he was about to strike out again, he was suddenly hit by a strong and powerful recoil force, and was directly blown away. Fortunately, he used a thousand-pound drop in the middle of the attack and landed safely.

"Brother Jing, are you okay?" Huang Rong shouted hurriedly.

"Rong'er, I'm fine." Guo Jing, whose muscles and bones were weak and chest was stuffy due to the shock, replied immediately.

Hong Qigong, who was not far away, shook his head and said:

"Silly boy, don't forget what the old beggar told you before. The most difficult part of the 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms' is to strike with all your might while still retaining some strength. But if you just hold back without releasing it, that won't work either."

"Yes."

Guo Jing walked back to his original position, took a stance, and struck out repeatedly.

Zhuang Bu Ran had a relaxed smile on his face and he was still standing there without dodging or evading. With just his horizontal training skills, he was able to withstand more than ten palm strikes from Guo Jing. In the end, his face was flushed and his hands were shaking, obviously he was severely hit by the backlash.

Suddenly, the young man in green robe moved, pushed his palms forward, and with a loud dragon roar, he instantly knocked Guo Jing away. When he fell to the ground, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The field was silent, with only one simple word:
"Today I will teach you a lesson, so that you will understand what it means to be good."

"If you don't practice martial arts, you'll be like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky."

"If you practice martial arts, seeing me is like an ant seeing the sky."

(End of this chapter)