Casting the Bait and Waiting for the Willing to Bite

Ji Boying then parted ways with Qiu Chuji and the others on the riverbank.

They took Huang Rong Guo Jing Jiangnan.

He casually broke off a reed by the river and threw it into the river.

With one hand holding Guo Jing and the other holding Huang Rong, he leaped into the air.

Let the river breeze caress my face, my body rising and falling.

A strong wind was stirred up by his feet.

With a light touch of his toes on the reeds, he leaped up again, and the reeds, propelled by Ji Boying's internal force, shot straight toward the opposite bank like arrows.

After doing this five times, Ji Boying had carried Huang Rong and Guo Jing to the other side, where they were on solid ground.

"I really don't know who else in the world has such Lightness Skill as Brother Ji?"

Guo Jing was stunned. Although he hadn't yet reacted to being asked to become emperor, the fact that it felt so light and effortless, as if he had flown across the Yangtze River, still allowed Guo Jing to temporarily pull himself out of his thoughts and exclaim in admiration.

"I wonder how good Eastern Heretic Huang Yaoshi's Lightness Skill is?"

Ji Boying asked Huang Rong.

"My father's Lightness Skill is naturally excellent!"

Huang Rong raised her chin, refusing to show weakness.

In terms of Lightness Skill, Huang Yaoshi is indeed ranked among the top of the Five Greats.

His kung fu was all created by himself, and his inspiration mostly came from Mysterious Gates and Hidden Jia.

Kung Fu is not only amazing, but also combines illusion and reality, with light and agile moves, and the Lightness Skill goes without saying.

However, Ji Boying guessed that Huang Yaoshi's agility was indeed not weak, but according to the characteristics of his kung fu, the only reason he could carry two people so easily was his profound skill, not the ease with which he could do it like he could.

After crossing the Yangtze River, the three of them wandered aimlessly forward.

Ji Boying didn't really know where to look for that person.

Actually, we can wait until the Junshan Assembly on the 15th of August.

But that would be a waste of a lot of time.

So he strolled around while teaching Huang Rong and Guo Jing martial arts.

Sometimes he practices swordsmanship, sometimes palm techniques.

Every few miles they traveled, a major fight would break out.

The Sword Qi swept across the land, cutting off many branches and leaves, leaving numerous deep sword marks on the towering tree that would take several people to encircle.

The palm strikes are powerful and varied, ranging from Guo Jing's force that breaks small trees one by one to Ji Boying's Heart Severing Palm that shatters the heart of a large tree without damaging the outer bark.

Then cut down the tree and examine the changes inside.

Sometimes he would practice the palm techniques of the Quanzhen Sect, which he learned from Qiu Chuji and Ma Yu.

Sometimes he would practice the fist and Claw Technique from the Nine Yin Manual.

It left behind countless scars of battle.

Anyone in the martial arts world who sees such marks would be filled with admiration.

Just looking at the variety of moves and the immense power of each strike, which had ravaged the desolate forest, one couldn't help but wonder which martial arts master had fought such a fierce battle.

Guo Jing has recently mastered Ji Boying's Azure Capital Purple Star Divine Skill.

His foundation is solid, and he has mastered the Quanzhen Inner Cultivation Method, which are easy to learn.

His internal strength remains as profound as ever, but he has gained many more ingenious applications.

What was originally just ordinary external martial arts learned from Ke Zhen'e and his group has suddenly become two or three times more powerful under the stimulation of new internal energy.

Seeing her beloved Jing-gege's martial arts skills improve rapidly, Huang Rong, without Ji Boying's instructions, enthusiastically prepared delicious food to reward him every day.

However, due to Ji Boying's special emphasis.

They deliberately used some fancy techniques to stimulate the fragrance, making it linger for hundreds of steps.

They don't clean up after eating the leftovers each day, just leaving them lying around.

"I really don't know what Brother Ji is thinking. What's the use of just smelling good? A perfectly good Eight Treasure Chicken will lose at least half of its flavor."

"This chicken is absolutely delicious. I've never eaten anything this good in my life. Rong'er is amazing."

Guo Jing buried his head in his food, while Huang Rong ate only sporadically. Ji Boying sat to the side, smiling but saying nothing.

More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Ji Boying suddenly raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Suddenly, a voice was heard coming from behind the woods.

"Tear off two pieces for me, and leave the chicken's tail for me."

Guo Jing was horrified, and Huang Rong was also startled.

A middle-aged beggar with a rectangular face suddenly appeared behind them, without making a sound.

Guo Jing was honest and simple by nature, but Huang Rong instantly understood the key to it; she had actually already guessed it.

A smile immediately appeared on her face, her smile as bright as a flower, her eyes sparkling.

He quickly tore the chicken in his hand in half, leaving the larger half with the chicken's tail intact, and enthusiastically handed it over.

"Please go ahead."

The middle-aged beggar, dressed in tattered clothes, sat casually to the side, holding a green bamboo cane in his arms.

Without saying much, they eagerly began to gnaw on the food.

While eating, he didn't even look up. He put his other hand behind his head, took out the wine gourd on his back, uncorked it, and took a few sips of wine.

They ate and drank heartily, devouring the chicken in a whirlwind until only bones remained. They smacked their lips a couple of times before reluctantly spitting it out.

Turning to look at Ji Boying, who was sitting to the side without any reaction, he spoke with a hint of resentment.

"You little brat, you are truly hateful. You set up such a trap to lure me, and you ruined half the aroma of this fine chicken. The flavor is greatly diminished, and now even the bones are not flavorful. You are truly wicked."

Ji Boying simply smiled without saying a word, and gestured to Huang Rong with his chin.

Huang Rong immediately understood and handed over the remaining half of the chicken.

"Oh dear, that won't do. You little kids haven't even had a few bites yet."

The beggar said this, but his hands moved on their own, taking the chicken and quickly eating it down to just a few bones.

We've finished eating all this chicken.

The middle-aged beggar's eyes darted around, and he started plotting something wicked.

He reached into his pocket, glanced at Ji Boying, shook his head, and didn't take anything out.

He glanced at Huang Rong, who was smiling mischievously, and also thought it wouldn't work.

He glanced at the dim-witted, silly boy beside him and nodded secretly.

"Oh dear, I saw some wealthy people using these Coin Darts yesterday. They're made of scrap metal inside, but real gold on the outside. They can be exchanged for seven or eight coins of silver. Consider this chicken a gift from me. Little kid, just accept it. We'll call it even."

Hong Qigong saw through the trickery involved.

I just want this silly kid to take over and get to the bottom of this as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, Guo Jing also shook his head.

"Since we met, we're friends. We treat you to something to eat, so how can we charge a friend for it?"

This is a hospitable habit that Guo Jing learned on the grasslands.

This caused the smile on Hong Qigong's face to freeze.

He thought to himself, "This is bad, this is bad, I, the Delia, have finally fallen for their trick..."