Which was more important, a set of martial arts or the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in Xiangyang?
Guo Jing quickly made up his mind and nodded."Alright, as long as the Eight Trigrams Footwork is real and you're willing to help me defend the city, I'll give you the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!”
"Great Hero Guo can verify whether the footwork is real or fake. I live in Wutong Lane not far from the Guo Mansion. If you need my help, you can send someone to find me.”Wang Zhe cupped his hands and disappeared into the darkness.
What a strange movement technique. Guo Jing praised in his heart and began to carefully study the Eight Trigrams footwork that Wang Zhe had given him.
After secretly deducing, Guo Jing cultivated for a while and was immediately surprised and happy.
Just as Wang Zhe had said, this set of footwork did not require zhenqi. It could be practiced by ordinary people and was very suitable for battle formations.
At daybreak, Guo Jing started to promote the Eight Trigrams Footwork in the army.
Those who were smart learned it very quickly. Guo Jing organized those who had learned it into a team and let them practice with those who had not.
These soldiers used their movement techniques to shuttle through the army formation. The long sabers in their hands flickered, and the back of the sabers slashed across the enemy's neck. If it was a real battle formation, the sabers would cut through the enemy's neck!
Seeing the real effect, Guo Jing was even more delighted. If all the soldiers of Xiangyang City had such profound footwork, their combat strength would be greatly improved.
Guo Jing asked the soldiers to continue their training. He went to Wutong Lane that Wang Zhe had mentioned. As expected, he saw the courtyard with the plaque of the Wang Residence.
He knocked on the door. The butler opened the door and Guo Jing handed him a visiting card.
"It's been ten days," Wang Zhe personally came to welcome him with a smile."I think Great Hero Guo has already verified the authenticity of the Eight Trigrams Footwork."”
Guo Jing cupped his hands and bowed deeply." The Eight Trigrams Footwork is indeed mysterious. It can greatly increase the combat strength of an army. I, Guo Jing, would like to thank Great Swordsman Wang."”
"It's just a transaction. Hero Guo, you don't have to be like this. I'm just a layman and can't be called a hero. Hero Guo, just call me Wang Zhe.”
Guo Jing took out a thin book and handed it to Wang Zhe. Wang Zhe took it and flipped through it. It was the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!
"Hero Guo, if you give it to me now, aren't you afraid that I will break my promise?”
"I trust you." Guo Jing's expression was natural, and his eyes were sincere, making people sigh in admiration.
Not long after Guo Jing left, Xiao Longnu walked over and said,""He's the Uncle Guo that Guo 'er spoke of. His bearing is indeed extraordinary.”
"Yeah, he's the only one who's truly worthy of the word 'chivalrous' in the pugilistic world.”
"Official, you actually hold him in such high regard.”Xiao Longnu was truly shocked.
"Look at what these Jianghu people are doing. They were fighting each other for the sake of the sect and personal grudges, completely ignoring the national crisis. As for Guo Jing, he had been working hard to defend Xiangyang. He was doing great things for the country and the people. The difference between the two was huge. That's why I said that only Guo Jing is worthy of being called a hero. The greatest hero is for the country and the people.”
Xiao Longnu slowly nodded in agreement with Wang Zhe.
Two days later, the Martial Arts Circle Convention was held. Wang Zhe also received an invitation and happily went with Xiao Longnu.
In order to stop the Mongolian army from going south, Guo Jing and Huang Rong intended to gather all the forces in the martial arts world. Therefore, they held the martial arts world convention at Lu Village in Dashengguan.
Wang Zhe and Xiao Longnu headed to the Lu Residence. Along the way, they were all martial artists, some from sects, and some were itinerant cultivators.
No matter what their background was, the fact that these people were here meant that they were willing to help Guo Jing resist the Mongol army. Just based on this, they were worthy of respect.
As the martial artists from all walks of life gathered, the Lu Residence was bustling with noise and excitement. It was an unprecedented grand occasion.?
"Aunt!" A familiar voice rang out.
Wang Zhe and Xiao Longnu turned around and saw that it was Yang Guo, the kid. There were two young and beautiful girls beside him.
Yang Guo brought the two girls over and bowed to Xiao Longnu.
"Guo 'er, there's no need to be so polite," Xiao Longnu replied calmly.”
Yang Guo, who knew Xiao Longnu's personality very well, did not mind. He smiled and introduced her,"Aunt, they are Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang. I saved them from that demoness Li Mochou.”
Wang Zhexin thought that it was a sin. Because of his relationship, so many plots had changed, but these two girls still met Yang Guo and had an intersection. In the end, he was a man shrouded in the protagonist's halo.
When the day of the Martial Arts Circle Convention came, it was really bustling.
The most important topic of the Martial Arts Circle Convention was the election of the Martial Arts Circle Alliance Master. Immediately, someone proposed to choose the Beggar's Sect's Nine-fingered God Beggar, Hong Qigong, as the Martial Arts Circle Alliance Master. As one of the Five Uniques, this old man was extremely skilled in martial arts, and his chivalrous spirit soared to the heavens. He was the most suitable to be the Martial Arts Circle Alliance Master.?
Although Hong Qigong was able to convince the masses in both martial arts and moral character, the key was that his whereabouts were elusive. Who knew when he would disappear again? If there was anything, how could they ask him for instructions?
Immediately, someone suggested that they elect another vice alliance leader. Once Hong Qigong left, the vice alliance leader could take over.
Who should he choose?
Whether it was Guo Jing's moral character or martial arts, he was able to convince the public, so this proposal immediately received everyone's approval.
Guo Jing was very embarrassed and quickly declined.
At this moment, a somewhat arrogant voice that made people want to beat him up sounded,"None of you have the right to be the leader of the martial arts world. The only one who has the right to be the leader is my master, the Mongol Kingdom Protector, the Golden Wheel Imperial Advisor.”
As they spoke, a group of people walked in from the door. The two people in front were a young man dressed in rich clothes and a short-haired monk with ring-shaped eyes.
"Huo Du!" Guo Jing was shocked and furious.
He was regretting it now. If he had known earlier, he would have killed this fella in Quan Zhen Sect.
Huo Du introduced Guo Jing and Huang Rong to the foreign monk, then introduced the foreign monk."This is my master, the Tibetan Holy Monk Jinlun Guoshi. He is also the protector of our Great Mongolia.”
Seeing that Guo Jing and the others were pedantic and being played around by Huo Du with a few words, Wang Zhe really couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and said,"Huo Du, don't quibble here. The purpose of this Martial Arts Circle Convention is to gather all the heroes of the martial arts world and discuss how to resist the Mongolian invasion to the south. You brought a foreign monk over to fight for the position of the Martial Arts Circle's Alliance Leader. If we agree to compete, what's the point of this Martial Arts Circle Convention?”
Huo Du looked at Wang Zhe and said disapprovingly,"Who do you think you are? Is there any place for you to speak here?”
Wang Zhe's expression turned cold.”
Pa! Huo Du instantly felt as if an invisible hand had slapped his face. He was sent flying by a huge force. If Jinlun Guoshi had not reached out to grab his arm, he would have been sent flying a few meters away.
After everyone was dumbfounded, there was an uproar.
What kind of immortal martial art was this? It could slap people across the air without even making a move. Who could defend against this?
But soon after, the Great Song martial artists became excited. The Mongolia bastards had suffered, so how could they not be happy??
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