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"Young man, you're in luck. Let this old man teach you a few tricks."
Hong Qigong beckoned Guo Jing to his side, humming a tune.
Looking at Guo Jing with narrowed eyes, although he liked Guo Jing's honesty and integrity to some extent, he still felt somewhat displeased.
"Sigh, you silly, clueless boy, I don't know why they treat you like a treasure. They went to so much trouble just to get me to teach you martial arts."
As Hong Qigong spoke, Guo Jing simply lowered his head and obediently accepted the beatings and scoldings, something he was already used to doing in front of his master.
"Come on, watch closely, this is my move."
As he spoke, Hong Qigong slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm inward, and drew a circle with his right palm beside him. With a whoosh, he pushed it outward, and his palm swept against a pine tree on the side.
With a snap, the pine tree broke without shaking or wobbling.
However, Guo Jing had already witnessed the fierce battle between Hong Qigong and Ji Boying, so he was no longer surprised by their skill.
Seeing that Huang Rong had disappeared to find ingredients, Ji Boying was standing far away and not approaching, clearly avoiding any suspicion of stealing his family's skills, Hong Qigong felt at ease explaining the key points to Guo Jing.
After a few lengthy explanations, he had Guo Jing try his hand at it and gave him some pointers.
He then waved his hand, letting Guo Jing practice on his own.
The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms have simple moves, making them perfect for someone like Guo Jing.
Even Ji Boying's Heart Severing Palm couldn't be mastered by Guo Jing so quickly.
Although the Heart Severing Palm doesn't have any special palm techniques and its moves are even simpler than the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, it focuses on the application of force.
For Guo Jing, learning it was not as simple as the clean and efficient external martial art, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
Guo Jing stood in front of the tree, practicing diligently. Hong Qigong, shuffling along in his worn-out shoes, lazily walked over to Ji Boying's side and plopped down on the ground.
"Seventh Master, let's also discuss martial arts."
Ji Boying took the initiative to invite him, but was only met with a glare from Hong Qigong.
"What, you still want to fight? No, no, you can't beat me, and you're too slippery to handle, it's really not satisfying."
Ji Boying laughed and said, "Knowing that it was because of Seventh Master's leniency, how could this junior dare to offend him again? How about we just talk?"
"Then if there's anything you don't understand, just ask. When I'm in a good mood, I might give you a few pointers."
Hong Qigong took on everything.
"You are an expert in external martial arts, having cultivated such remarkable internal strength from the outside in. I also have a skill that combines internal and external techniques; please give me your guidance."
Ji Boying then stood up and demonstrated the Primordial Chaos Palm technique.
"After I mastered this skill, I modified its palm technique into a sword technique..."
Ji Boying explained the origins and development of the Primordial Chaos Technique in detail.
There was absolutely no attempt to hide anything.
The methods of channeling energy and the details of the meridians are all laid out in detail.
The overall impression is one of being upright and honest, and not bothered by trivialities.
Hong Qigong admired it in his heart, but said little of it.
"Your technique is slightly different from my Dragon Subduing Palm. My Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is an external martial art that is extremely yang and powerful! Only by practicing it to its fullest extent, from the outside in, can one obtain this profound internal strength. Your Primordial Chaos Technique art, but it is actually a combination of movement and stillness, and it is more inclined towards the cultivation of internal strength."
The two of them talked back and forth, carefully analyzing every energy channel and meridian flow of this internal martial arts method.
Although Ji Boying's skill level was slightly inferior to Hong Qigong's, he had mastered many martial arts techniques to perfection and had a unique understanding of martial arts, often making surprising remarks.
The more the two talked, the more enthusiastic they became, and Hong Qigong often felt enlightened.
He also shared his inspiration without reservation, and the two open-minded people began to communicate.
Such martial arts exchanges actually have little effect on their personal skill development.
Unless one touches upon the key points of a particular skill and breaks through its bottleneck, one's skill can only indirectly lead to a significant improvement in one's power.
Such exchanges broaden one's horizons, sharpen one's vision, make practice more efficient, and deepen one's foundation.
This was truly beneficial to someone like Ji Boying who pursued martial arts.
The two men got more and more excited as they talked, and even the old glutton Hong Qigong forgot about his hunger for a moment.
In the blink of an eye, the sky had darkened considerably.
Three hours passed in the blink of an eye. Guo Jing was diligently practicing there and was already covered in Great Khan.
This move was truly brilliant; I suddenly felt a stroke of genius.
Guo Jing swung his palm and immediately withdrew his force. The small pine tree seemed to remain still, as if it hadn't been hit at all.
Guo Jing felt a sense of complete absorption, and then unleashed another palm strike.
This time, the pine tree didn't shake at all and snapped in two.
"Good!"
The sound of trees breaking and Huang Rong cheering pulled Ji Boying and Hong Qigong out of their conversation.
Only then did I realize that the sky was deep, with a bright moon and sparse stars hanging on the horizon.
Hong Qigong looked at Guo Jing's slightly swollen palm and the cleanly severed sapling, and nodded repeatedly in satisfaction.
He thought to himself, "This silly boy is actually quite clever, not as stupid as he appears. This move, 'Arrogant Dragon Has Regrets,' is simple, but I didn't explain the key to the word 'regret' to him. I was planning to wait until he practiced for a few hours and mastered the move before explaining it to him, but I didn't expect him to have grasped some of the basics on his own."
Hong Qigong was satisfied, but he covered it up with a hearty laugh and quickly took the fragrant food box from Huang Rong's hands.
"I forgot the time for a moment, and I'm really starving."
"Little girl, go and see how well I've taught your silly brother."
As he spoke, Hong Qigong impatiently opened the food box, grabbed a fat chicken, and began to devour it.
Huang Rong didn't even look at him, but just smiled and praised him.
"Seventh Master's methods of teaching his disciples far surpass those of my father."
Hong Qigong didn't even raise his head, just buried himself in the fat chicken, snorting twice through his nose, seemingly indifferent, but actually extremely happy inside.
He didn't recognize Huang Rong at first; she just looked familiar.
After so much time had passed, seeing Huang Rong's demeanor and recognizing her face, he naturally recognized her as Huang Yaoshi's daughter.
Although he had suspected that they might have come to steal his skills, he thought that someone as proud as Huang Yaoshi would never do such a thing.
It was also observed that Guo Jing was indeed honest and simple, and he practiced his martial arts diligently.
Although Ji Boying was young, he was quite generous and did not regard his skills as his lifeblood, but rather spoke of them to others openly.
The slight doubt in my heart was immediately dispelled.
Guo Jing was happy to have mastered this move.
Half of my heart is filled with gratitude for Hong Qigong, and the other half is filled with gratitude for Ji Boying.
Without Ji Boying's guidance during this period, he would definitely not have been able to grasp the key points. He would probably have needed to practice hard for a while longer and receive explanations from Hong Qigong before he could understand the meaning of the word "regret".