Chapter 314: Golden Wheel Imperial Master
Xin Zhen noticed their expressions and nodded to them, indicating that they did not need to be nervous. He then laughed loudly and said, "The name 'Quanzhen Seven Beauties' is a good one. From now on, we will call them 'Quanzhen Seven Beauties'.

Please remember their names, they are Brother Shi Qinggong, Brother Lu Qingliang, Brother Sang Qingzhao, Brother Guo Qingliang, Brother Xu Qinglin, Brother Li Qinggong, and Brother Dong Qingxi. "

When Shi Qinggong and the other seven heard this, they were overjoyed. This was considered as official certification from Junior Brother Yang. From now on, they would be famous figures with titles. Hey, the Seven Beauties of Quanzhen, this title was really nice!
Xin Zhen was a man who understood marketing very well. He knew that if a company wanted to grow, it had to launch a famous brand. And for a martial arts sect, it had to launch disciples who were remembered by people. The more people who were remembered, the more prosperous the sect would be.

The Quanzhen Sect grew strong in the beginning relying on the Seven Quanzhen disciples, but they did not launch a third generation. People only remember one Zhao Zhijing, one Zhen Zhibing, and one Yin Zhiping.

However, the reputation of these three people in the martial arts world is only known to those who are very close to the Quanzhen Sect, such as Guo Jing, who has deep roots in the Quanzhen Sect, while most people do not know.

This is of course related to the fact that Zhao Zhijing and others' martial arts skills are not top-notch, but more importantly, there is no spokesperson for these three generations.

Xin Zhen had already made plans. When he came to power, the third generation must also create a group of Seven Heroes of Quanzhen, and then pick out seven people with extremely powerful swordsmanship, and then name them the Seven Swords of Quanzhen.

Then thirty-six people can be selected from the fourth generation disciples and called the Thirty-six Generals of Zhenwu, and another ten people can be selected and called the Ten Marshals of Zhenwu, and so on.

By then, more and more people will know the Quanzhen Sect, such as the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, the Seven Beauties of Quanzhen, the Seven Swordsmen of Quanzhen, the Thirty-six Generals of Zhenwu, the Ten Marshals of Zhenwu, etc. With these names, people in the martial arts world will only be in awe and will not have the illusion that the Quanzhen Sect has declined.

However, Xin Zhen was ambitious and vain, and Quanzhen Sect had taken root in the north. If it were abandoned by the people in the north, then Quanzhen Sect would have declined.

But if the people feel that Quanzhen Sect is becoming more and more powerful, then even if the Mongolian court is pressing forward step by step, with such a broad popular base, Quanzhen Sect can still maintain a good appeal even if it hides in the mountains.

Zhu Ziliu also admired Xin Zhen's generosity. After taking a breath, he bowed deeply to Xin Zhen and said loudly, "Master Yang, I was offended just now. Please forgive me."

Xin Zhen quickly helped Zhu Ziliu up and said sincerely, "Senior Zhu, please don't mind. If it was just about my reputation, I would never let you challenge me. However, since it concerns the reputation of Quanzhen, I have to challenge you. You have done nothing wrong."

This statement has cleared the matter up.

However, Zhu Ziliu looked a little shocked when he stood up. Although he lost, he was still unwilling to accept Xin Zhen. This bow contained his internal strength. If Xin Zhen did not have enough internal strength, he would not be able to stand up.

However, Zhu Ziliu felt that Xin Zhen only gave him an ordinary support, and his strength disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed. Xin Zhen did not feel any shock, nor did Zhu Ziliu himself feel the strength coming from Xin Zhen's hand.

It was as if nothing had happened and no force had ever existed. With just an ordinary push, he got up willingly and as if nothing had happened!

At this moment, Zhu Ziliu was wondering, if his mentor came to help him up, would he be able to do it in such a natural way.

Zhu Ziliu has no answer to this question, but it doesn’t matter.

Because the real foreign enemy has arrived.

Just as Zhu Ziliu was shocked, a horn sounded outside the gate, followed by intermittent sounds of chimes.

Lu Guanying shouted, “Welcome the distinguished guest!”

As soon as the voices fell, dozens of people, tall and short, stood in front of the hall. The heroes in the hall were cheering and drinking, and suddenly saw so many people rushing into the hall. They were a little surprised, but they all thought that these people must be people who came to the hero banquet. Seeing that there was no one they knew among them, they didn't take it seriously.

Guo Jing and his wife went out with Lu Guanying and his wife to greet them.

When Guo Jing saw them, he was startled. He recognized the thin monk with a thin face as Huodu's senior brother Dalba, but he did not recognize the elegant and noble-looking man as the Mongolian prince Huodu.

And these dozens of people who came with Darba must be all Mongolians. Today's conference was held to fight against the Mongols. Now these Mongols certainly did not come to congratulate.

Guo Jing immediately became alert.

Guo Jing put Dalba down and observed the others carefully. He had met Dalba before in Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain. Although Dalba was a first-rate master, his martial arts skills were not as good as his own, so there was no need to be afraid of him.

Dalba stood beside a monk in a red robe, who was extremely tall and thin, and whose body was as thin as a bamboo pole, as if protecting him. The monk had a slightly sunken forehead, like a plate.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong looked at each other. They had heard Huang Yaoshi talk about the miraculous martial arts of the Vajra Sect of Tantric Buddhism. When one practices to a very high level, the top of the head becomes slightly concave. This person's head looks deeply sunken. Could it be that the martial arts are really extremely advanced?

The two men were secretly on guard and bowed at the same time.

Guo Jing said, "Since you have come from afar, please take a seat and have a few drinks."

Since he knew that the visitor was an enemy, he did not say any hypocritical words like "welcome".

Lu Guanying ordered the farmhand to set up a new table and rearrange the cups and plates.

Lu Wushuang had been helping her master and his wife with affairs of state, and was very capable and shrewd. She quickly instructed the farmhands to arrange seats in the most honorable places, while apologizing repeatedly and asking the guests to move their seats.

A Mongolian official stood up and said to the tall and thin monk, "Master, I would like to introduce you to two famous heroes from the Central Plains..."

Huang Rong just felt that this person seemed familiar. After taking a closer look, she immediately recognized that this person was Elder Peng, one of the four elders of the Beggar Gang. It turned out that he had defected to Mongolia, changed into Mongolian clothing, grew a fluffy beard, and wore a low hat that covered his eyes. If you didn't look closely, you really wouldn't be able to recognize him.

Guo Jing was shocked: "National Master? Mongolian National Master?"

The monk nodded, his eyes half open and half closed.

Elder Peng said, "This is the great hero Guo Jing, who was the right marshal of our Mongolian Western Expedition Army. This is Madam Guo, also known as the leader Huang of the Beggars' Sect."

When the monk heard the words "Marshal of the Right Army of the Mongol Western Expedition", his eyes opened wide, suddenly shining with brilliance, which moved across Guo Jing's face before half-closing and half-drying again, as if he didn't care about the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

Suddenly someone shouted, "You are Elder Peng, right? You defected to the Jin Kingdom before, and now you defect to Mongolia. You are truly a traitor to three families!"

(End of this chapter)