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After Guo Jing and Huang Rong led the volunteers to attack the east-west road down the mountain, they set up their base camp in Dongping Mansion. On this day, he was studying the "Wu Mu's Testament" behind closed doors in the room, when a volunteer soldier knocked on the door and said: "Guo Daxia, Elder Peng led three heroes to come to serve!" ”

Guo Jing was overjoyed, put away the military book and got up to go out. At the beginning, Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi and Meng Xunzhen relied on their status as elders to put the heavy task of forming a righteous army to resist the Jin people on his shoulders, but they did not let go. Huang Yaoshi did his best to plan the overall plan of rising, gaining a foothold, and expanding on his behalf; Hong Qigong and Meng Xunzhen not only sent many beggars and masters of the Quanzhen Sect to serve in the Volunteer Army, but also relied on the influence of the two factions in the martial arts to continuously introduce heroes from all over the world to vote. The volunteers have been able to grow rapidly to the point where they are today in such a short period of more than a year, and the support of these three masters and two major gangs has played a great role.

Walking to the living room, Guo Jing saw Elder Peng of the beggar gang and three men with different descriptions and spirits.

"Guo Daxia!" Seeing Guo Jing, the four people in the hall all got up and clasped their fists and saluted.

Although it has only been more than a year, Guo Jing is no longer the nameless hairy boy he was at the beginning, not to mention how famous he is now, just the increasingly sophisticated and supreme martial arts and the majesty and murderous aura cultivated by leading thousands of troops and horses on the battlefield for a year make people unconsciously feel a sense of awe.

After a year's training, Guo Jing has also made great progress in dealing with people. He returned the salute with a smile and said, "Elder Peng has worked hard, I don't know ...... these three heroes are."

"Let me be introduced below," Elder Peng said with his right hand pointing at the five people, "These five are the five heroes of the 'Heavenly Wolf Village' in Taihang Mountain, the 'Heavenly Wolf' Hu Pan, the 'Iron Wolf' Ding Gang, and the 'Flying Wolf' Gao Fu. The three of them heard that the disciples of the old gang leader of Hong had erected a banner of resistance to gold in Shandong, and without saying a word, they abandoned the cottage that had been in business for many years, and led more than 300 brothers to come to meet each other! ”

Guo Jing said movingly: "The three of them are really heroes, so well aware of righteousness!" ”

Ding Gang, the "black wolf" with the most rough face among the three, laughed and said: "Guo Daxia is too uplifting our brothers, we don't understand what is righteous or unrighteous." We only know that if it weren't for the help of Hong's predecessors, more than 300 lives of the 'Heavenly Wolf Village' would have been lost in the hands of the Jin people. In order to repay the great kindness of the old man, Mo said that it is a small cottage, even if you take out your head, you will not be ambiguous! ”

The "Heavenly Wolf" Hu Pan continued: "Our brothers have already had the heart to see Hong's seniors and thank him for saving his life in person. How could his old man's dragon not see the end, and this wish has never been realized. Guo Daxia is a disciple of Hong's predecessors, so he is the same as his old man, please bow down to our brothers! After saying that, he bowed to Guo Jingna, and Ding Gang and Gao Fu also bowed.

"How dare you do that? Hurry up, three! Guo Jing was shocked, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to pick up Hu Pan in front of him first. He was supported at will, but he didn't use any force on his arms, and he only felt that the opponent's arms were as strong as iron, and his body was like a mountain, so he used his internal strength. Guo Jing was stunned for a moment, and then understood. He has experienced a lot of similar scenes in the past year, and people in the martial arts are not conceited, although they come to vote, they must first weigh whether he is strong enough to be the leader of the group. Thinking of this, he raised his arm upward.

Hu Pan only felt a strong force that wanted to lift the whole person away, and he stood up involuntarily. Although the other party is young, his skills are exquisite, and he admires himself in his heart, and he was just about to hug his fists and say a few kind words, when he suddenly felt another force on his arm, and his body shook and his footing was unstable. When he was shocked and wanted to resist, the strength disappeared again.

It turned out that Guo Jing's seemingly simple lifting concealed the subtle method of "Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon", when luck helped Hu Pan up, he also hid a strength in his arm, and it was difficult again after he got up. Fortunately, Guo Jing was kind-hearted, and the second wave of strength was used very measuredly, and Hu Pan's body was slightly shaken and dissipated.

Seeing Guo Jing's hand, Hu Pan was immediately convinced, and the trace of contempt in his heart because of the other party's age disappeared.

Guo Jing stretched out his hand again to help Ding Gang and Gao Fu up, but these two people did not resist again - Ding Gang, a straightforward man, did not have such thoughts at all, but Gao Fu saw that the most powerful of the three brothers almost made a fool of himself, and of course he could not make a fool of himself again.

Hu Pan arched his hand and said: "The more than 300 brothers we brought are all top heroes, and each of them has seen blood face to face with the gold thief. When you are on the battlefield, you will never be embarrassed by Guo Daxia! When he spoke, he was a kind of respect that he didn't have.

Guo Jing set up a banquet to treat each other. At the feast, Elder Peng asked why Huang Rong was not there. Guo Jing said that she went to supervise the transportation of grain and grass, and she would not be able to return until three days later. Hearing this, Elder Peng's eyes flashed with an extremely faint hint of joy.

That night, Guo Jing was just about to rest, when Elder Peng suddenly asked to see him outside the door, claiming that he had something important to report. Guo Jing hurriedly let him into the room, and after sitting down, he asked, "It's so late, what is Elder Peng's important business?" ”

A mysterious smile appeared on Elder Peng's round fat face, and he said in a low voice: "Guo Daxia, Peng encountered a strange thing on the way here, please take a look at what is wrong with my eyes?" ”

In the past year, Guo Jing has also dealt with Elder Peng a few times, but he feels that this person has a flexible mind, is capable of handling things, and is more amiable, so he trusts him very much. When he heard this, he stared at him intently without doubt. But I saw that Elder Peng's pair of eyes were embedded in the fat on his face, straight like two thin slits, but there was light in the slits, and his eyes were very clear.

Elder Peng said softly, "You look into my eyes, don't be distracted. You have worked day and night for military affairs, and now you should feel heavy eyelids, dizziness, and fatigue, close your eyes and sleep for a while. ”

He spoke very pleasantly, and there was a sense of Chinese desire to be drunk, Guo Jing listened to it in his ears, and really felt tired, sleepy, and weak. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, and wanted to turn his head away from his gaze, but a pair of eyes seemed to be caught by his gaze, and involuntarily stared at him.

Elder Peng said again: "You're already very tired, sleep, sleep!" It's very comfortable, just sleep obediently! The more he spoke about it, the softer and sweeter his voice became.

Guo Jing yawned unconsciously, and after a while, he finally closed his eyes, snored slightly, and sat on the chair and fell asleep.

Seeing that Guo Jing had finally fallen into the calculation of his "mind deterrence", Elder Peng couldn't hold back a burst of ecstasy in his heart. In the past year, he has worked hard for Guo Jing for today's harvest. After a little calm, he said softly: "Guo Daxia, the 'Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending' of the old gang leader Hong has been passed on to you?" ”

Guo Jing still closed his eyes and replied dreamily: "Yes." ”

Elder Peng said again: "You can recite the secret of this palm technique to me, can you succeed?" ”

"Nope." Guo Jing shook his head and said, "The master told me that this palm technique cannot be taught to others, not even Rong'er." ”

Elder Peng was stunned for a moment, he couldn't imagine that this kid had memorized the master's advice in his dreams, and his mind turned, and he said: "I don't want to learn your palm technique, it was the old gang leader Hong who instructed me to come and investigate it to see if you remember the secret of this palm technique." ”

"Oh, then I'll start reciting it." Guo Jing said and began to recite the mental tips of "Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragons" sentence by sentence.

Elder Peng had already prepared, and while talking to Guo Jing, he had already taken out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from his bag and placed them on the table. As Guo Jing spoke, he wrote like a flying pen, and he could keep up with Guo Jing's recitation.

About half an hour later, Guo Jing finished memorizing the secret of the palm technique. Elder Peng was only afraid that if he made a mistake, he guided him to recite it again, and only after verifying that it was correct, did he put his mind at ease. Just as he was about to pack up his things and leave, his heart suddenly moved, and he asked again: "In addition to the 'Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending', have you also learned other kung fu?" ”

"Yes," Guo Jing replied in a dull tone, "the six masters and the eldest brother have all passed on a lot of kung fu to me. ”

"What kind of kung fu did your eldest brother pass on to you?" Elder Peng, the kung fu of the six monsters in Jiangnan, naturally didn't take it to heart, he only cared about what Meng Xunzhen taught Guo Jing.

Guo Jing replied: "The eldest brother passed on my 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong' and the 'Nine Yin True Scripture'. ”

"Nine Yin True Scripture!" Elder Peng's heart was shocked, "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" he had heard it for the first time, but the name of "Nine Yin True Scripture" was like thunder. He couldn't help but be glad that he had asked one more question on the spot, otherwise he would have missed out on this legendary supreme martial arts classic. Thinking that this scripture was within reach, his voice trembled slightly: "You can also memorize the "Nine Yin True Scripture". ”

Guo Jing began to recite the contents of the scriptures according to his words, and Elder Peng suppressed the excitement in his heart and flew on the paper to record.

After another half an hour, when Guo Jing finished reciting the first volume of the scriptures, a melodious flute suddenly sounded outside the window. The sound of the flute seemed to be in the distance, and Elder Peng didn't care about it at first, so he just buried his head in writing and worked hard, lest he miss a word or a word. Gradually, the sound of the flute was like an invisible spring breeze, gently blowing into his heart, arousing the ambition buried in the deepest part of his heart. In a trance, he seemed to see himself replacing Hong Qigong on the throne of the leader of the beggar gang, and he responded to every call, and he was extremely honored; After another moment, he seemed to see that he had practiced the peerless martial arts in the "Nine Yin True Scripture", and when he was discussing the sword in Huashan, he was mighty, and the heroes worshipped and won the martial arts. Thinking of these beautiful prospects, he unconsciously forgot to record the scriptures, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his heart began to beat violently. Gradually, the smile on his face became thicker and stronger, and his heart beat faster and faster. By the end of the day, his heart was beating like a dense drum, and it seemed like it was about to burst out of his chest.

The sound of the flute was subdued, and Elder Peng suddenly woke up from not knowing whether to say it was a dream or a nightmare, and "wow" spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely, as if he had just had a serious illness.

The closed door opened, and a pair of young men and women slowly walked in, the man holding a strange piccolo shaped like a beast's tooth in his hand, with a smile on his face, and shouted softly: "Elder Peng, you are not too bold, you dare to calculate my brother!" ”

Elder Peng's fat body trembled violently, and he exclaimed in disbelief: "Meng Xunzhen! ”