"Jing'er, your third master taught you the Golden Dragon Whip Technique, you have basically entered the hall, you use your seventh master's Yue Nu Sword Technique again."

"Yes, Master."

On a flat ground somewhere on the edge of the Qiyan tribe, the six monsters of Jiangnan were guiding Guo Jing's martial arts with their hands, nodding, or smiling, while around them were a herd of sheep grazing, a few cows were lying lazily under the hillside, and the neighing of horses could occasionally be heard in the distance.

Originally, the six monsters of Jiangnan had no hope for Guo Jing's qualifications, thinking that the eighteen-year contract would undoubtedly be lost.

But I didn't expect that in the past year, Guo Jing seemed to have suddenly opened his mind, and his martial arts had made rapid progress, and the Golden Dragon Whip Method and the Yue Nu Sword Technique had all entered the room, which made the Six Monsters of Jiangnan overjoyed.

Thirty-six styles of Yue Nu sword moves, Guo Jing makes the tiger and tiger powerful, full of strength, and one move is more than enough.

"Master, I'm done."

"Not bad, not bad!"

Ke Zhen smiled and nodded, although his eyes were blind, but his ears were extremely sensitive, the people on the rivers and lakes were called flying bats, although he couldn't see Guo Jing's swordsmanship, but just listening to the whistling in the air, he could know that the Yue Nu swordsmanship Guo Jing had entered the room.

Seeing Ke Zhenwei praising himself, Guo Jing couldn't help but smile shyly, and his demeanor was a little uncomfortable, but Guo Jing was still very happy to be praised by the master.

"Jing'er, although you have entered the hall and entered the room with the Yue Nu swordsmanship, there are many flaws in the combo, and you still need to practice it in the future."

Han Xiaoying is the seventh of the Seven Monsters in the South of the Yangtze River, good at Yue Nu swordsmanship, martial arts in the Seven Monsters, Guo Jing's Yue Nu swordsmanship was taught to Guo Jing by her, she has practiced Yue Nu swordsmanship for more than 20 years, and she can see Guo Jing's shortcomings at a glance.

She is actually more like Guo Jing's mother than Li Ping, she taught him martial arts, and she was bent on educating him to become a talent, but Guo Jing's qualifications were dull, teaching him sword moves, he couldn't learn it, Guo Jing's martial arts have advanced by leaps and bounds in the past year, and she is the happiest among the seven monsters in Jiangnan.

"Yes, Seventh Master."

Guo Jing has great respect for the seventh master, Han Xiaoying, and he should be respectful when he hears it.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening, and the sun was setting.

Guo Jing said goodbye to the six masters and helped his mother drive the cattle and sheep home, and after his mother fell asleep, Guo Jing quietly left the tent and walked towards the cliff not far away.

There is one thing that Guo Jing has never told anyone, the reason why his martial arts have improved so quickly is because he met a Taoist who called himself Yuyangzi more than a year ago, and Yuyangzi Taoist taught him a kind of breathing technique, and often instructed him in martial arts at night.

However, Daoist Yuyangzi only taught him for half a year, and after half a year, he left without a trace.

Perhaps because of habit, Guo Jing would climb the cliff every night, where he practiced martial arts diligently, and taught him the art of tuna by Daoist Yuyangzi.

"You are Guo Jing?"

Guo Jing had just climbed the cliff when a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Who?"

Guo Jing was surprised, raised his eyes to look for prestige, and saw a Taoist in a white Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged on a piece of bluestone.

The Taoist temperament is dusty, a white Taoist robe is spotless, in this windy and sandy place, I don't know how to be so clean.

"Dao Chief, how do you know me?"

Guo Jing quickly calmed down, wondering why this Taoist master knew that his name was Guo Jing? He asked himself if he had never seen this person.

I saw that the Taoist smiled slightly, raised his hand and pointed at Guo Jing.

"Poor Dao is here for you!"

"Ah...... I don't know what the long is looking for me? ”

"Poor Dao knows that there is a cold iron dagger on you, and that dagger is of great use to Poor Dao, I don't know if the little brother can cut his love?"

"Dagger ......"

Guo Jing took out the cold iron dagger from his arms, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, this dagger is his personal thing, he has never left his body since he was a child, and the most important thing is that this dagger is still a token.

Regarding his father Guo Xiaotian's murder by an adulterer and the eighteen-year covenant, his mother and six masters had already told him.

It is precisely because of this that Guo Jing hesitated.

"I know a little bit about you, so be it! Poor Dao and others will give you a token, and when you go south to Lin'an in the future, after showing the token, someone will help you find Duan Tiande, how about you avenge your father with your own hands? ”

"Duan Tiande!"

Guo Jing's hand holding the dagger tightened when he heard this, the name Duan Tiande was naturally not unfamiliar to him, and it was the culprit who killed his father.

The Taoist sitting on the bluestone is Feng Rui, who came to the desert to look for Guo Jing.

After finding the Qiyan tribe that day, Feng Rui first rested for a day, and then spent another four days to find out Guo Jing's whereabouts, and deliberately waited for Guo Jing on the cliff tonight.

In the end, Guo Jing still handed over the dagger to Feng Rui, not only because of Duan Tiande's matter, but also because of the Yuyang Ziwang Chuyi, Guo Jing had a good impression of the Taoist priest.

"Poor Dao is a good talker, you can take this token."

After Feng Rui took the cold iron dagger, he threw Guo Jing a piece of Taixuan token.

Feng Rui really did not deceive Guo Jing, with this Taixuan token, he could order the disciples of the Taixuan Sect, with the help of the Taixuan Sect, it was not easy for Guo Jing to find someone.

"Thank you, Chief."

Guo Jing took the token and carefully put it in his arms.

"Huh!"

"Why is the Taoist Master surprised?"

Suddenly hearing Feng Rui's suspicious voice, Guo Jing couldn't help but ask curiously.

The reason why Feng Rui was shocked was because he found that Guo Jing actually had the internal force of Quanzhen, Feng Rui had dealt with Ma Yu, the master of Quanzhen, and he was still very familiar with the internal force of Quanzhen Sect.

However, over the years, because of the rise of Taixuanjiao, Ma Yu seems to have been sitting in Chongyang Palace, and has no chance to come to the desert, who taught Guo Jing's internal strength?

"Who taught you your internal skills?"

"This ......"

Guo Jing stopped talking when he heard this, he kept his promise, since he had promised Wang Chuyi, the matter of passing on the merits should not be passed on, so naturally he would not say it.

"Did a Taoist priest teach it to you?"

"How does the Dao Leader know?"

"What's that Taoist priest's name?"

"That Taoist Chief, who calls himself Yuyangzi......"

Seeing that Feng Rui had already guessed, Guo Jing didn't hide it anymore, and told him about meeting Wang Chuyi a year ago, and Wang Chuyi taught him for half a year.

Feng Rui was relieved when he heard this, and soon understood, isn't Yuyangzi the king of the Quanzhen Sect?

It must be that Ma Yu didn't have time to come to the desert, so he sent Wang Chuyi to teach Guo Jing in the desert, in the original book, Ma Yu taught Guo Jing for two years, and only taught Quanzhen to teach internal skills, but changed Wang Chuyi but only taught Guo Jing for half a year, fortunately, he would guide Guo Jing's martial arts from time to time, and left after laying the foundation for Guo Jing.

"Poor Dao is ready to retreat, don't disturb Poor Dao if you have nothing to do, and don't talk to anyone about Poor Dao."

"Yes!"