Martial Arts Exchange

Wang Ming and Hong Qigong found something on the spot to sit on and began discussing martial arts.

"Your swordplay is quite good, and the moves are quite exquisite, but unfortunately, it seems to lack matching internal mental skills."

Hong Qigong pointed out pointers to Wang Ming while drinking wine.

"This swordplay of mine was obtained from the stone wall of a cave. Indeed, it has neither mental skills nor matching internal cultivation."

"Then that's right. Also, that set of swordplay of yours is quite complicated. I suggest you weed out the complicated and simplify it, which can raise the ceiling of this swordplay. However, that phantom-heavy, ghost-like movement, and sun-dazzling blinding swordplay of yours is quite good. Practice it more."

The conversation between Wang Ming and Hong Qigong reached a wonderful state, and Wang Ming also began to correct some of his misguided concepts.

Unknowingly, it was mealtime again. Wang Ming looked at the delicious delicacies on the table and was still very expectant. Ever since he arrived in ancient times, Wang Ming had always eaten food that was just enough to fill his stomach, and there was basically nothing delicious.

Wang Ming and Hong Qigong sat at the table, eating dishes while drinking wine, and finished eating shortly.

"Sir, Brother Jing is your disciple, why don't you also teach Brother Jing some martial arts! Elder Qigong has taught him, so you should also show something!"

Taking advantage of the fact that they had just finished eating, Huang Rong came up to ask for benefits for Guo Jing. If these words were spoken by anyone else, they would definitely make people feel disgusted in their hearts, but when spoken by Huang Rong, this eccentric girl, people couldn't bring themselves to hate her.

"That's right! I'll teach Jing'er a move of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms for every dish I eat. Jing'er is also your disciple, so it's unreasonable for you not to teach him some martial arts!"

Hong Qigong also came over to chime in. Eating his meal required a price; he couldn't let Wang Ming freeload. He did recognize that this kid had pretty good martial arts, viewing him as a person on the same level.

"What I have learned in my life is very mixed. The martial arts I can pull out are not many, and the ones Jing'er can learn are even fewer."

"If you don't want to, just say so directly. No need to make excuses," Hong Qigong nagged.

"Alas! That very complicated Five Peaks Swordplay of mine is too grandiose, and without matching internal skills, I figure you, Rong'er, wouldn't look down on it. Those two internal skills of Ice True Qi and Purple Mist True Qi don't have high ceilings; there's no need to learn them."

"Rong'er, his words are sensible, but you don't just have these martial arts, right? Teach him something else."

Wang Ming glanced at Hong Qigong. It seemed he couldn't leave today without leaving something behind. Eating people's food makes one soft-mouthed!

"How about this! My martial arts mostly emphasize changes and comprehension. Jing'er, come over and I'll pass on a lightness skill to you: Ladder Cloud Vertical."

Wang Ming leaped upward in front of them. When the upward force vanished, his left foot immediately stepped on his right foot, and with that aerial leverage, he flew upward by a zhang, then immediately stepped with his right foot on his left foot, continuing to rise two zhang high. Wang Ming could perform airborne relay five times; any more than that would not work.

This Ladder Cloud Vertical could be called the lightness skill among lightness skills. Never mind that it was unscientific; this world was not scientific to begin with.

On the spot, the three of them felt a sense of wonder. This was the first time they had seen such a lightness skill.

Guo Jing had the Golden Goose Skill, which allowed one to walk horizontally in the air a few steps, but this Ladder Cloud Vertical allowed one to walk vertically a few steps.

Thousand Flowers Scatter Money

Hundreds of copper coins instantly flew out from his hands. In a flash, a century-old ancient tree with a diameter of one meter in front of them was shot into individual copper-coin-sized holes, practically looking like a honeycomb.

One could say the middle part of this tree had been hollowed out, and the bottom could no longer bear the weight of the entire tree. It slowly toppled to one side, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Hong Qigong reacted the fastest, quickly using his hand to shield the pastries in front of him, fearing they would be ruined by the flying dust.

Subsequently, the three of them contributed their own meme expressions once more. Wang Ming did not continue stirring up trouble; after demonstrating, he sat back in his original spot.

Little stars appeared in Huang Rong's eyes. She liked this move very much; it was both good-looking and immensely powerful.

Wang Ming knew she was tempted the moment he saw Huang Rong's expression. How could this move not look good? It was the signature ultimate technique of the flashy Traceless Gentleman. It looked good alright, but Wang Ming wasn't about to tell Huang Rong that the Purple Mist True Qi in his lower dantian was currently completely empty.

Mhm, he definitely had to maintain his aura of coolness.

"I don't have Qigong's good patience to help him memorize it word by word for Jing'er's memory; I'm afraid I'll be angered to death. Little girl, memorize it attentively, and you can slowly teach him how to practice it afterward."

Right on the spot, completely unfazed by Hong Qigong's presence, Wang Ming began chanting the formula aloud.

Huang Rong had quite formidable memory, inheriting her mother Feng Heng's photographic memory talent. After Wang Ming recited it once, Huang Rong committed the manual to memory.

This time, Wang Ming was quite generous, pulling out Thousand Flowers Scatter Money and Ladder Cloud Vertical, and even reciting Illusion Sword as well.

Actually, Wang Ming had long wanted to teach Guo Jing martial arts. After all, upon arriving in this world, Guo Jing was the one who had saved him, or else he would have died of thirst. However, he had always refrained from teaching him out of fear that it would disrupt Guo Jing's destined opportunities.

Of course, that wasn't the only reason; there was also the fact that his comprehension was too poor, and Wang Ming feared being angered to death.

Most importantly, Wang Ming didn't have many martial arts in his hands that Guo Jing could learn. Straightforward, simple, and brutal martial arts—it wasn't that Wang Ming didn't have any, but he couldn't pitch him into a trap.

For example, if he taught him Hegemon Under Heaven, would he want him to kill his master to validate his Dao?

Would Evil Warding Swordplay teach him to produce a Miss Guo? The mere thought of the burly Guo Jing pinching an orchid finger made him shudder with dread.

Thousand Flowers Scatter Money consumed too much internal energy. It was only because Guo Jing had drunk Treasure Snakes' blood and his internal energy had increased significantly that he taught it this time; teaching it previously would have just been scattering money for fun.

Indestructible Vajra Body was very suitable for Guo Jing, and Wang Ming wanted to teach it to him. But the moment he thought about how he would be staying in this world for a long time, Wang Ming feared the occurrence of the student learning enough to beat the master. The protagonists were unreasonable; without knowing how they triggered a cheat, they might practice Indestructible Vajra Body to Great Completion before Wang Ming did.

It wasn't that Wang Ming didn't trust Guo Jing's character; it was that Wang Ming didn't trust his own character. He feared that whatever he did later would stand in opposition to Guo Jing, making it easy to be met with Heaven's justice.

"This Illusion Sword counts as my welcome gift to you, Rong'er. You can learn it yourself; no need to teach Jing'er. This martial arts style doesn't suit him. Jing'er's personality is very compatible with Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms; he can't use calculating moves that change too much."

Hong Qigong took a sip of wine and glanced at the three people before him. He knew he had taken advantage just now.

"Silly boy, come over and rehearse the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Let me see how well you've learned."

"Oh, alright, Qigong." Guo Jing came over with a foolish and honest expression to rehearse the palm techniques.

"Recite the formula out loud. Let me hear if you made any mistakes."

Wang Ming and Hong Qigong thus tacitly exchanged martial arts. However, Guo Jing only knew 15 palms of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, so Wang Ming only learned 15 palms as well. But Wang Ming didn't mind; those last three palms were created by Hong Qigong himself, and by the time they reached him, they were actually already incomplete.

When Wang Ming first taught Guo Jing martial arts without avoiding Hong Qigong, this was precisely his goal—he wanted to exchange martial arts with Hong Qigong. Fortunately, there was a tacit understanding between the two of them, and both successfully obtained what they wanted.

"I see your martial arts are quite good. My Beggar's Sect disciples are spread all over the world, so how come I've never heard of your reputation?" Hong Qigong suddenly asked.

"I'm not very interested in killing and fighting, and moreover, reputation is just trouble. I just practice martial arts casually, mainly to strengthen my body and keep from being harmed by bandits and fierce beasts when touring famous mountains and great rivers."

Hong Qigong experienced a twitch in his heart. Practice casually, yet practice to a level only a fraction behind the Five Greats—how could this make other martial artists in the whole world have the face to keep living? This kid wasn't an honest person either.

"Remarkable, to be able to be so indifferent to fame and fortune. You'd really be suited to entering the Quanzhen Sect to become a Taoist priest," Hong Qigong said with a sarcastic tone.

"Heh! If I could learn Innate Skill, entering the Quanzhen Sect wouldn't be entirely out of consideration." Wang Ming ignored Hong Qigong's tone.

"You're probably going to be disappointed. That old Daoist doesn't seem to have passed down Innate Skill."

"Then forget it. That way it's even more carefree and unrestrained."

Afterwards, he chatted with Hong Qigong for a while about martial arts knowledge and had dinner. Disregarding the retention of Guo Jing and Huang Rong, Wang Ming bid farewell and left.