Chapter 292 Hong Qigong

Mount Zhongnan is in the south of Xi'an, and Mount Hua is in Huayin, so they are actually on the same route, so Xin Zhen proposed to visit Mount Hua.

Just as Xin Zhen said, there was no other reason for going to Huashan except to miss it. I have lived in this world for nearly ten years, but I have never been to Huashan. Now that I have come down the mountain this time, I might as well go and take a look.

Xin Zhen bought a big cart, became the driver himself, and took Xiaolongnu east.

At this time, all the land north of the Huai River was occupied by the Mongols. Mongols could often be seen on the roads, and people would often come up to check on them.

After walking like this for a few days, the two arrived at the foot of Mount Hua. Xin Zhen left the cart at the foot of the mountain and took Xiao Longnu up Mount Hua.

Both of them were very skilled in lightness skills and they floated up the mountain smoothly. However, it was winter at the time and when they reached halfway up the mountain, they encountered the first heavy snow of the winter. Heavy snow began to fall from the sky.

Xin Zhen originally wanted to find a place to avoid the snow, but he saw that Xiaolongnu was not affected at all.

After many years, he returned to Mount Huashan and encountered a rare heavy snowfall that blocked the mountain. He saw this scene every year when he lived in Mount Huashan. He felt very familiar with it for the moment, so he was in high spirits. Seeing that Xiaolongnu was not affected, he continued to climb up.

The two continued to climb for an hour, and suddenly they heard a soft hissing sound behind them, as if some wild animal was walking in the snow.

Xin Zhen turned around and looked behind him, and found an old beggar with white hair and beard. Although his hair and beard were white, his face was extremely rosy. In the dark night, when illuminated by the white snow, his face was actually glowing red and he looked energetic.

Xin Zhen was somewhat surprised, thinking that he had come to Huashan and actually met Hong Qigong.

The old beggar's face was unhappy, and he said sternly: "Are you the accomplices of the Five Ugly Ones of Kawabe?"

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Senior, you are joking. We are not accomplices of the Five Ugly Men of Kawabe."

Hong Qigong snorted coldly, "In the middle of the night, in heavy snow and heavy wind, you are sneaking around, and you still say you are not an accomplice of the Five Ugly Men of Chuanbian?"

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "The top of Huashan Mountain, the snow covering the mountain, the middle of the night, isn't this the best life experience?"

Hong Qigong shook his head and said, "Nonsense!"

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "I am Yang Guo, a disciple of Yin Zhiping from the Changchun lineage. Nice to meet Master Hong."

Hong Qigong was immediately surprised and asked, "Are you from the Quanzhen Sect? Yang Guo... Where have I heard this name before? It seems very familiar."

Xin Zhen said: "My late father is Yang Kang, and Guo Jing is my uncle."

After hearing this, Hong Qigong looked at Xin Zhen carefully and found that Yang Guo was quite similar to Yang Kang. Thinking of the dirty things Yang Kang had done, Hong Qigong's face suddenly became unhappy. He snorted and said, "So it's you. Since you have entered the Quanzhen sect, you should practice well. Why are you mixing with the Five Ugly Men of Chuanbian?"

Xin Zhen shook his head and said, "Master Hong has misunderstood. I just came down from Mount Zhongnan. I heard that Mount Hua is extremely dangerous, so I wanted to come up and take a look. I met Master Hong again, it was just a coincidence. It has nothing to do with the Five Ugly Men by the River."

Hong Qigong looked at Xin Zhen suspiciously, then at Xiaolongnu, and was immediately shocked by her beauty. He said, "Where did you trick this pretty girl from? She's quite pretty. Hey, little girl, this Yang Guo is not a good guy, don't be fooled." Xin Zhen was immediately annoyed. From the look on Hong Qigong's face, he could understand what the other party was thinking. He must have thought that Yang Kang could not raise a good son, and Yang Kang was not a good person, so he himself was not much better.

Xin Zhen angrily said, "Master Hong, what you said is inappropriate. My late father is my late father, and I am me. You slandered me with such a preconceived notion, and even said bad things about me in front of my female companion. Fortunately, Miss Long and I have no private feelings. If we had a private love, wouldn't our marriage be ruined by your words?"

Hong Qigong snorted and said, "If you were someone else, it would be fine, but you are Yang Kang's son, and you just happened to appear here on this windy and snowy night. Do you think I am a fool?"

Seeing that Hong Qigong was unreasonable, Xin Zhen did not want to say anything more and said to Xiao Longnu, "Let's not talk to him any more. Let's go."

After being disturbed by Hong Qigong, Xin Zhen lost interest in the matter and thought about going down the mountain to do his business.

Xin Zhen turned around and was about to go down the mountain, but he heard Hong Qigong say, "Boy, if you are not convinced, prove it to me and meet the Five Ugly Men of Sichuan with the old beggar."

Xin Zhen said without even turning his head: "What a joke, when did I, Yang Guo, ever need to prove anything to others?"

Xin Zhen continued to move forward. At this time, Hong Qigong poked Xin Zhen with the bamboo stick in his hand. Xin Zhen suddenly turned back and casually placed his hand on the bamboo stick.

Hong Qigong originally wanted to knock Xin Zhen down and teach this arrogant boy a lesson, but he was surprised when Xin Zhen reached out and grabbed the bamboo stick.

His dog-beating stick technique has long been perfected, so there is no way he would be caught by anyone.

Hong Qigong then exerted his strength, trying to continue to make Xin Zhen somersault.

However, as soon as he exerted force, he felt a sudden and powerful force coming from the bamboo stick. Not only did this not move Xin Zhen, but it made his steps seem a little unsteady.

Hong Qigong was really shocked this time, and immediately steadied his steps, then extended the bamboo stick forward and swept it diagonally, picking out the stick body. This move of "picking up a mangy dog ​​with a stick" was a move to escape when the enemy grabbed the stick body. However, Xin Zhen took advantage of the situation and pulled the bamboo stick in front of him, with his right hand still firmly on the stick.

Hong Qigong reacted very quickly and immediately used the move of "snatching the stick with the mastiff's mouth". He stretched out his right index and middle fingers to grab the enemy's eyes, and at the same time, he flipped up his left foot to press down on the stick.

This move is to take back the bamboo stick immediately after it is taken away by the enemy. This move is unpredictable and never fails to hit the target. Even the enemy whose martial arts are several times higher than yours will find it difficult to escape.

But Xin Zhen's left hand came forward and instantly collided with Hong Qigong's left hand for more than ten times, making a popping sound, while his right hand still held the bamboo stick steadily.

Hong Qigong's face was solemn, and he used various dog-beating stick techniques one after another.

However, Xin Zhen took on all the moves calmly. In just a short moment, the two had exchanged dozens of moves, but the Dog Beating Stick was still controlled by Xin Zhen.

The more Hong Qigong fought, the more surprised and shocked he became. Xin Zhen was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his moves were so exquisite, his internal strength was so strong, and his responses were so clever that they were rarely seen in his life!

The name of the Dog Beating Stick Technique is not nice, but in terms of the exquisiteness of the moves, it was the best martial art at that time. Hong Qigong used it to fight against the other four masters, and there was never a situation where the Dog Beating Stick was controlled by the opponent!
But facing this boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, he was caught by the other party with the dog-beating stick, and it was like a leech on the heel, and he couldn't get it back no matter what!

(End of this chapter)