Fabrication

Bao Xiruo hearing this, Bao Xiruo burst into tears again.

"Brother Tie, do you not believe in my heart? What does life and death matter? Even if I become a ghost this time, I will die with you. Why don't you die now, and burn me, put my ashes in a small bag and keep them with you, until after you pass away, and then have Kang'er bury us both together in Niujia Village."

Yang Tiexin had nothing more to say but silently shed tears and Bao Xiruo tightly in his arms.

This is truly a good thing; Guo Jing and Mu Nianci are happy to see it.

Huang Rong watched with the same fascination as if she were watching a theatrical performance, her bright, clear eyes curving into crescents as she happily observed.

Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo were so immersed in their emotions that they didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but Yang Kang felt awkward all over.

He was eager to return to the Prince Zhao's Estate as soon as possible, to avoid this embarrassing incident, and to pretend that nothing had happened. Naturally, he could not understand the feelings of his biological parents.

Therefore, this melodramatic scene seemed incredibly awkward to him.

And because these parents seemed to be his own, he felt like a monkey being manipulated at will.

He lowered his head and turned his face away, refusing to watch.

"Young brother, look at this, after all this commotion, we still don't know your name. Which branch of the Quanzhen Sect do you belong to?"

Wang Chuyi felt extremely curious.

Judging by this young man's Lightness Skill alone, perhaps only his uncle Zhou Botong, whom he hasn't seen for many years, is capable of competing with him in the entire Quanzhen Sect.

Observing his hand movements, I realized they were much stronger than mine.

Could he really be a disciple of Uncle-Master Zhou? Uncle-Master Zhou has been missing for many years, and everyone in the Seven Immortals of Quanzhen is worried about him.

Everyone present turned their attention to him, curious about the origins of this person.

His sudden appearance from the sky is already mysterious, and his high level of skill, coupled with his apparent knowledge of many secrets, makes him truly intriguing.

Ji Boying smiled and recited the origin story he had already prepared in his mind.

"Daoist Priest Wang, you have misunderstood. I am Quanzhen Sect Ji Boying, and although I am not a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, I do have some connection with it."

"Patriarch Chongyang of the Quanzhen Sect was indignant about the Jin people's invasion of the Central Plains. He raised the banner of righteousness and fought against the Jin army. He did a great and magnificent thing. He can truly be called a great hero."

Ji Boying suddenly brought up this topic.

Wang Chuyi was beaming with pride, and Mu Nianci and Huang Rong were filled with admiration. Yang Tiexin was also filled with excitement.

Even though Guo Jing did not grow up in the Central Plains and had no sense of national identity, he was born in Mongols and had a wildness of the desert in his heart. He had fought against the Jin people and hated the Jin Kingdom's stubbornness. He also admired such a brave hero who resisted.

"It's a pity that the Song Court was so incompetent that it failed to support such righteous men. Alas... If you ask me, many righteous men should not only resist the Jin, but also resist the Song. So many loyal and patriotic heroes were harmed by this court, causing their country to fall. Back then, Grandpa Yue fought hard for the Northern Expedition to strike at the heart of the Huanglong, but he was killed by this dog emperor at the Fengbo Pavilion."

"Old Mr. Xin, who took the head of a general amidst a vast army, led the righteous men of the north back to the capital, hoping only for the royal army to march north. Yet, he was never given a position of importance in his life. The passionate young hero who once took the head of a general amidst a vast army wasted his youth and turned his hair white in the decadent music of Jiangnan. Alas... If there were truly righteous men like Patriarch Chongyang, who were determined to save the country, perhaps we would have to destroy the Song Court first before we would have any hope!"

Ji Boying spoke, he became somewhat emotional.

Although it deviated from the original account of his background, everyone who heard it couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

None of them were loyal to the Great Song.

Only Yang Tiexin felt a slight unease, but it was only a slight one. Hadn't he been harmed enough by the corrupt officials of the Great Song?

The Quanzhen Sect, haha, but they may not have been truly loyal to the Great Song.

After all, their Quanzhen Sect's territory is now located within the territory of the Great Jin Dynasty.

"Hehe, we've gone off on a tangent."

Ji Boying apologized, but everyone said they didn't care. They also felt that the young man had a wild streak in his heart, and that it was rare for someone to dare to speak out about overthrowing the court and killing the emperor.

"My master was one of the pioneers who followed Patriarch Chongyang back then."

Upon hearing this, everyone understood most of it.

There was no doubt about what Ji Boying said.

Wang Chongyang raised a banner and commanded more than a thousand men. Although his cause failed, a considerable number of people survived.

Judging from the boy's indignant appearance, it was even more in line with the identity he claimed to have.

They resented both the Great Jin Dynasty and the Great Song.

Wang Chuyi also felt that this was very similar to the state of mind of Patriarch Chongyang after his defeat, when he sought refuge in the Tomb of the Living Dead. This was the kind of resentment he felt.

At this point, Wang Chuyi could probably understand why the young man in front of him knew the Quanzhen Sect's kung fu.

Then they listened to Ji Boying continue speaking.

"My master was wounded on the battlefield. After he retired, he practiced the kung fu taught to him by the Patriarch Chongyang. He found a corner in Mount Zhongnan and built two thatched huts to live in seclusion."

"Later, as his kung fu improved, he became restless and wandered all over the country, but he did not associate with people in the martial arts world. Instead, he focused on things related to resisting the Jin dynasty."

"Therefore, when Wanyan Honglie, the Sixth Prince of the Great Jin Dynasty, was sent as an envoy to the Song Dynasty, my master also followed and observed him. However, he did not find an opportunity to make a move, and he also had some physical disabilities, so he missed the opportunity."

"After some time, I heard that Daoist Priest Qiu had caused such a big commotion in Jiangnan, so I went to investigate in secret and learned about the Niujia Village massacre. For so many years, I have been investigating both openly and secretly, traveling back and forth between the north and south."

"A few years later, his health deteriorated completely, and the injuries he sustained on the battlefield flared up again. Unable to travel, he took me as his disciple and taught me martial arts. He then lived in seclusion in the countryside and did not get involved in the martial arts world. Before he died, he entrusted me with the matter of Niujia Village and asked me to investigate the truth. After all, it was something that the Sixth Prince of the Great Jin Dynasty had gotten involved in back then, and there was probably some big conspiracy involved."

"Great Hero Ji, please tell me where that scoundrel Duan Tiande is!"

Guo Jing stepped forward and pleaded.

"Alas, Brother Guo, please don't call me a hero, I absolutely cannot accept that title."

Ji Boying continued speaking.

"Based on the information left by my master, I have roughly investigated the matter from back then. The Sixth Prince of the Great Jin Dynasty, Wanyan Honglie, ran into Daoist Priest Qiu's hands. Unfortunately, Daoist Priest Qiu was careless and only seriously injured him, without taking his life."

"He was rescued by the people of Niujia Village at that time."