Upon hearing Ling Yi's words, Guo Jing laughed heartily and said, "Young brother, then we'll have to see what you're capable of."
The two separated again and stood facing each other.
"Please!" Ling Yi, Fist Dao to Guo Jing.
"Please!"
Ling Yi knew Guo Jing's personality, so he chose to take the initiative, clenching his right fist and charging directly at Guo Jing.
Guo Jing neither dodged nor evaded, but raised his hands to receive Ling Yi head-on. Guo Jing was most confident in his strength. It could be said that apart from the Golden Wheel Monk and the overpowered Yang Guo, there were almost no ones who could compete with Guo Jing in terms of pure strength.
Especially now, Guo Jing is at the Pinnacle of his strength, with his inner radiance concealed. He is confident that he can withstand Ling Yi's punch.
But the moment Guo Jing actually blocked Ling Yi's fist, his pupils contracted.
The force of that punch was so great that he almost couldn't withstand it.
"What strength!" Guo Jing exclaimed.
Using each other's strength, they retreated a few steps each.
"Be careful!" Guo Jing no longer underestimated him and immediately used his ultimate move.
" The Proud Dragon Repents!"
A semi-transparent dragon-shaped Qi Jin shot out from Guo Jing's palms, heading straight for Ling Yi.
Huang Rong, sitting in the audience, was surprised that Guo Jing would use the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms so readily. She immediately realized that Ling Yi was probably even more powerful than she had imagined.
Guo Fu, meanwhile, clenched her fists with worry, nervously watching Ling Yi's figure on the stage.
"Circle!" Ling Yi drew a circle in the air with one hand, and a rotating Tai Chi Diagram appeared in front of him. The dragon-shaped Qi Jin clashed with the Tai Chi Diagram, twisted a few times, and dissipated on the spot.
"Sword!"
Ling Yi waved his hand again, and a long sword, solid as a substance, flew out from the Tai Chi Diagram and flew towards Guo Jing.
"Ah, Tai Chi Mysterious Purity Dao, Sword Control Technique?" Guo Fu exclaimed in a low voice.
The audience below the stage couldn't help but brighten up when they heard Guo Fu's words. This scene was very similar to the Sword Control Technique in Ling Yi's story, which made them think a lot.
Guo Jing, with a solemn expression, crossed his arms and uttered a low shout, " Flying Dragon in the Heavens!"
This time, the dragon-shaped Qi Jin was noticeably more solid; this was Guo Jing's full-force attack.
"Turn!" Ling Yi controlled the Tai Chi Diagram with his left hand and pointed to the sword-shaped Qi Jin with his right hand, Qi Jin began to rotate Rapid Speed.
The two Qi Jin collided in mid-air, and the result was that they canceled each other out and dissipated in mid-air.
Although Ling Yi's face remained expressionless, he was inwardly complaining that the special effects were so bad that they looked more like fantasy than martial arts.
However, this is a TV drama world, so adding some exaggerated special effects seems normal. The fighting effects in many martial arts dramas are even more exaggerated than those in some fantasy movies.
But its power is naturally far inferior to that of true immortal magic.
Ling Yi didn't use his full strength. He had been eating like a glutton for more than half a month. Vegetable vendors in Xiangyang City earned ten times more money than usual during this period, which shows how much Ling Yi had eaten.
If he were to use his full power now, it would probably be comparable to a celestial technique.
At this point, both of them tacitly stopped fighting.
"I lost!" Guo Jing shook his head and laughed. He knew that Ling Yi had been hiding his true strength, but he couldn't tell exactly how much.
"It's just a draw; if we continue, the outcome is still uncertain."
"Could you tell me what kind of martial art this is?" Guo Jing asked curiously.
The others in the audience also craned their necks to listen.
"I know, I know, it's Tai Chi Mysterious Purity Dao, isn't it?" Guo Fu immediately jumped onto the stage and said excitedly.
"My Kung Fu Hustle is something I created by imitating moves from stories; it doesn't have a name yet."
"Created your own martial arts?" Guo Jing asked, somewhat surprised.
"Don't be so surprised. The Nine Yin Manual and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms —weren't these Kung Fu Hustle created by people? They couldn't have appeared out of thin air."
"You make it sound so easy, but creating your own martial arts is never that simple." Huang Rong looked at Ling Yi with admiration in her eyes.
Ling Yi's Kung Fu Hustle something they had never seen or heard of before, and it did indeed resemble the Sword Control Technique in Ling Yi's story, so Huang Rong believed the claim that he created it himself.
"I want to learn!" Guo Fu said, her eyes fixed intently on Ling Yi.
"I won't teach!"
"Why?" Guo Fu asked angrily.
"You have a bad personality, a terrible temper, and you never know your own strength. If you learn from that, I'm afraid you'll get into big trouble."
"I'm not as bad as you say," Guo Fu said, dissatisfied.
How did Guo the Overbearing get his name?
"You, wasn't it all caused by that brand you brought on, you bastard?" Guo Fu said angrily.
"Look at you, look at you. I only said a few words to you and you're already yelling. When will you learn to control your temper? Then I'll teach you."
"Me? Humph!" Guo Fu snorted coldly, then fell silent, her head bowed, lost in thought.
Guo Jing and Huang Rong witnessed this scene and were both amused and exasperated.
It seems this daughter needs to be properly disciplined, otherwise, she might suffer a lot in the future.
Seeing that there was no excitement to be had, the people at the scene dispersed.
After chatting with Huang Rong for a while, Guo Jing and his family left on their own. Clearly, they were going back to seriously address their daughter Xiaoyu's problem.
As darkness fell, the boy returned to the bookstore with six beggars.
The six people varied in age, the oldest being over fifty and the youngest only fourteen or fifteen.
These people were all thin and pale, but they were relatively clean, obviously having washed themselves before coming.
But when Ling Yi saw the boy's appearance, he couldn't help but twitch his lips. Before, the boy was covered in dirt, his hair was a mess, and he was unrecognizable; now...
"It's Yang Guo? And the damn ' Little Steamed Bun' version of Yang Guo?"
Instantly, Ling Yi's previous thoughts vanished completely.
As for Yang Guo, he should stay with me. Let that Little Steamed Bun fend for herself. Besides, the Little Steamed Bun in this world has already Soul Transmigration.
"Are you all literate?" Ling Yi asked the group.
The oldest man said respectfully, "Hello, boss. Please take care of me."
"From today onwards, you will learn storytelling from me!" Ling Yi nodded and said.
The six people are Liang Guan, Zhao Haiyan, Peng San, Gu Xiaobao, Li Yuefei, and the youngest Su Yu.
Liang Guan was the oldest, and Li Yuefei and Su Yu learned to read from him, while Zhao Haiyan and the other two were all from out of town.
Training a few storytellers was an idea Ling Yi had long had.
He said the bookstore was only open for a few hours in the afternoon, and the rest of the time it was empty, so Ling Yi naturally wanted to make use of it.
On the other hand, Ling Yi can't be tied to this place forever and keep talking. If he trains a few storytellers, he can break free.
As for Yang Guo... Ling Yi hasn't figured out how to arrange things yet, he'll wait and see.
Over the next few days, Ling Yi continued to narrate the story of Zhu Xian, but Ling Yi deliberately sped up the pace of the story considerably.
Guo Fu still came to listen to the story every day, but she didn't cause any more trouble. She would leave after listening to the story, seemingly very busy.
Guo Jing had visited a few times and had drinks with Ling Yi a few times, so their relationship had grown quite close.
Two more months passed, and the story of Zhu Xian finally came to an end. Ling Yi deliberately changed the ending of the story, giving it a satisfactory conclusion.
Liang Guan and the others were basically familiar with the stories Ling Yi had taught them, and they had already started telling the stories on stage.
As for Yang Guo, Ling Yi didn't make any other arrangements for him besides teaching him Kung Fu Hustle every day.
Guo Jing had actually recognized Yang Guo long ago, but at Huang Rong's suggestion, he did not acknowledge him as in the original story.
In Huang Rong's words, it's better for Yang Guo to stay with Ling Yi than with them.
As the story spread by word of mouth, the tale of Zhu Xian gradually spread, and some even compiled it into a book and went to other places to tell it, making a fortune in the process.
In an inn at the Mount Zhongnan, a middle-aged, overweight man in his thirties was talking animatedly about the Zhu Xian ".
At a table in the corner, Little Steamed Bun's expression was quite something.
" Zhu Xian? No way, how could there be a story like Zhu Xian in the Return of the Condor Heroes World? Could this fat guy also be a time traveler?"
After listening for a while longer, Little Steamed Bun shook her head. The fat man's version of the Zhu Xian plot was rather chaotic; he had probably heard it from somewhere else.
Although the fat man wasn't a very good speaker, he was a master at asking for money. After speaking for an Shichen, he started asking for tips.
Little Steamed Bun tossed him a piece of silver and asked, "Where did you hear this story from?"
"Oh, thank you for the tip, young lady. You ask about this? I heard it from the Storytelling House in Xiangyang City; many people know about it."
"Yes, yes, young lady, this Storytelling House is quite an extraordinary place," a Jianghu swordsman immediately chimed in.
"How amazing is it?" Little Steamed Bun asked.
"That boss, Ling Yi, created the Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao. He once defeated the great hero Guo Jing in a single move. Many people believe that Ling Yi is probably the number one martial artist in the world today."
" Tai Chi Mysterious Purity Dao? Isn't that a celestial technique?" Little Steamed Bun, somewhat surprised.
"Whether it was magic or not, we don't know. Many people said at the time that Ling Yi used Sword Control Technique. Since we didn't see it with our own eyes, it's hard to tell if it was true or not. However, it's almost certain that he defeated Hero Guo in one move. Hero Guo himself admitted to it."
It's already Sword Control Technique, isn't that still considered immortal magic?
This is utterly shameless! Playing the role of immortal cultivation in a martial arts world?
Little Steamed Bun immediately decided to postpone the matter of taking on apprentices and go to Xiangyang City first.
As for why Little Steamed Bun) came out of the Ancient Tomb, it's mainly because she couldn't stand it anymore.
Although she was a homebody in her previous life, that was under the condition of having a cell phone, Computer, games, movies, novels, and food delivery.
What does the Ancient Tomb Sect have? An old woman, an Ice bed, and honey as their only food.
She's memorized the Nine Yin Manual, but she can't cultivate it. The only way for her to become stronger is by taking on disciples; cultivation is useless.
After just one month, Little Steamed Bun had had enough of this monotonous life, so she secretly ran away from the Ancient Tomb Sect.
" Ling Yi, I'm actually looking forward to it."