Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 241 - 140 Qinggong (1/2)
Wang Anfeng felt only the wild winds buffeting his face.
Moonlight shimmered down, the stars standing sentinel across the firmament, and since it was deep autumn, the leaves had all fallen, revealing layer upon layer of bare branches spreading out. Birds of the night fluttered next to him, shedding feathers, and a majestic exotic beast resembling the Flying Eagle circled to his left, its noble head turning to regard him.
Wang Anfeng could even see his own reflection inside them.
This was completely different from his previous experiences of soaring through the air. This time, he felt carefree and natural, like a leaf carried downward by the wind, landing on a lake surface and causing ripples. Looking into the far distance, he saw forests, rocks, rivers, and the night scenery unspooling endlessly. The young man’s spirits naturally soared. The despondence he had felt was dissipating, and he even felt an urge to let out a loud howl.
Just as he was suppressing this impulse, a voice came from beside his ear:
"If you want to laugh, just laugh, what’s the point of holding it back?"
Wang Anfeng looked over, and there was Hong Luoyu with a grass stalk dangling from his lips, exuding a carefree demeanor. Without arms or legs, he was still able to float freely in the air. He wasn’t even looking at him as he lazily said:
"When you’re hungry, eat; when you’re thirsty, drink; when you’re gassy, fart. That’s the greatest truth under heaven. You’re still so young, how come you’re acting like an old man? You want to laugh but you don’t, you want to cry but you won’t."
"Always doing those shitty things where you crap and then sit back down in it."
"Come, your third master will show you something nice."
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No sooner had he spoken than he soared like a dragon surging into the clouds. In the blink of an eye, he was above the layers of fog, beyond the mountain ranges and infinite forests below. As insignificant as ants, the rolling clouds and moonlight spilling down like jade created a grand spectacle that Wang Anfeng had never seen before. His pupils dilated, shimmering with splendor.
"Whoa-ho—"
Just as the youth was mesmerized, Hong Luoyu suddenly let out a strange yell, dissipating the vigorous qi around him.
Pulled by gravity, the two of them plummeted toward the ground at high speed. Although Wang Anfeng’s vision blurred, he wasn’t a bit frightened. On the contrary, he felt even more exhilarated. Inner qi surged within him, and he couldn’t help but let out a long, resonant yell, sounding like a dragon’s roar, unceasing and echoing through the mountains. A rare boldness flashed in his calm eyes. Hong Luoyu, with his hair flying, laughed heartily:
"Good, good, good, what a powerful voice..."
Then, he threw his head back and bellowed joyously:
"Raise your glass thrice to fine wine, fling off dust from your ragged sleeves, spit at the dogs of heaven and earth, sufferers be free of care..."
His voice began with a towering pitch, then smoothed out, like a waterfall from the Nine Heavens, the momentum majestic, fluid and unrestrained.
The wind howled fiercely, and Wang Anfeng looked over at him. Because the wind was too strong, he had to shout:
"Third Master… what illnesses?"
Hong Luoyu laughed and said:
"Firstly for being poor, secondly for itching fists, and thirdly for having a loose tongue and a big mouth — an illness deep in the marrow, with no cure. Hahaha..."
"Be careful!"
In the midst of laughter, the two were rapidly nearing the ground. Yet he merely dispelled some of their momentum, and they crashed onto the tallest canopy of the forest. As it was deep autumn, with no green leaves to cushion their fall, they could only hear the continuous crackling sounds. The two rolled directly onto the ground, their landing stirring up the damp fallen leaves, and they ended up buried beneath them.
Though Wang Anfeng had the protection of the Golden Bell Shield inner strength, he was still jolted badly and saw stars. He sprawled out amid the fallen leaves of the autumn night, feeling his third master was truly outrageous and spoke without a filter, but there was also an indescribable sense of high-spirited liberation.
Suddenly, a force stirred and the leaves around him rose, revealing the figure of Hong Luoyu who cursed under his breath:
"Dammit, nearly buried alive..."
"Not having arms or legs really is damn uncomfortable."
Then, he looked up to the sky and cursed loudly. Seeing him like this, Wang Anfeng couldn’t help but laugh out loud, thinking that if his master had arms and legs, he’d be standing with one hand on his hip and the other pointing skyward, scowling, and cursing until he was red in the face, stopping only once he felt completely satisfied—hardly resembling a martial arts master at all. Enjoy new adventures from novelbuddy
In the face of this Hong Luoyu, he really couldn’t muster the feeling of respect for a venerable teacher.
Hearing the young man’s laughter, Hong Luoyu turned his head, remembered what he had told Wu Changqing about maintaining the dignity of a master, and realized that any such dignity was now shattered to pieces, feeling a momentary sense of defeat. But he quickly cast that feeling aside.
Looking at Wang Anfeng, he opened his mouth to mockingly say:
"Really now, laughing like an idiot..."
Even though he spoke in such a manner, he was not angry. He floated up leisurely and settled beside the young man, the grass stalk still in his mouth, lifting his head to gaze at the sky. He watched for who knows how long, then finally spoke leisurely:
"The one surnamed Ying asked me to pass on my Qinggong to you..."
"Then, I must first ask you a question, what is Qinggong?"
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North Martial State City·Giant Peng Gang headquarters.
Gongsun Jing was in a particularly good mood during this time.
Five or six days had passed since the Danfeng Valley case, and although he had made significant efforts, the fragments of "Heavenly Inquiry" had not been recovered. Nonetheless, considering the character of the Great Qin military family, his merits would not be diminished in the slightest.
General Wang Boyang would soon return to the military camp and had called him to meet today.
Gongsun Jing put his weapon in the gang’s headquarters, thought for a moment, then raised his hand to take off a verdant jade plaque from around his waist, lifted his left hand, and pushed a thick book situated on the third row and sixth position of the bookshelf.
Within the sound of clicking, the wall beside it cracked open, revealing a hidden compartment. Gongsun Jing placed the jade plaque, which had embossed characters on both sides, into it. He then moved the book back into place, closed the secret compartment, and let everything return to the way it was before, then finally let out a slight sigh of relief.
Turning around to leave, he instructed his men not to disturb his study or rummage through it in his absence. He went to the stable, took a strong horse, and rode away.
Rapidly making his way, it hadn’t taken him much time to arrive at a courtyard where Wang Boyang and others were concealing their identities. Handing the reins to Wang Boyang’s deputy general, Gongsun Jing strode to the main house, straightened his clothes, and knocked on the wooden door.
"Who is it?"
Gongsun Jing replied in a deep voice:
"General, it’s your subordinate."
"... Come in."
Once again, Gongsun Jing responded with a respectful nod and pushed the door open. Inside the small room, Wang Boyang was still dressed in white, holding military texts in his hands, sitting behind a desk. His famous war bow was hanging on the wall. It was precisely with this bow that he, by his own strength, had entangled seven Sixth Rank masters from White Tiger Hall outside the city, eventually leading them to their deaths under a barrage of arrows from the chaotic army.
Gongsun Jing’s gaze swept over the war bow without lingering, stepped forward, and saluted with a fist:
"General."
Wang Boyang looked up, observing his subordinate before him. He gave a slight nod, his mind filled with many thoughts, but he did not speak directly. Gongsun Jing also stood quietly on the side, and the atmosphere in the room became somewhat oppressive. After several breaths, Wang Boyang finally spoke in a grave voice:
"Gongsun, you have made great contributions this time."
Gongsun Jing replied with a salute:
"It is all thanks to the General’s valor."
Wang Boyang raised his hand to stop him mid-sentence, smiling:
"We are all brothers of the military family; such words are unnecessary. During the years out here, not only have you maintained your martial arts, but your skills in flattery have also improved..."
With this jest, the mood in the room lightened quite a bit. After a couple more lighthearted remarks, Wang Boyang then said:
"I had wished to stay here longer, but the camp cannot be without a leader for even a day. If I do not return soon, the military strategist and the sacrificial officer will likely directly file a report against me to the Prefectural Governor. I called for you today to give you a choice."
His voice paused momentarily, then he continued earnestly:
"Would you... be willing to come back?"
These were not spontaneous words. Though the territories of the Great Qin were vast and filled with many military family experts, the number of Middle Third Rank experts like Gongsun Jing, who were both known and trustworthy, was not many. Wherever they went, they could serve as Deputy Generals. If they could establish military merits at the border pass, being called General in the future was also a possibility.
Gongsun Jing’s heart trembled upon hearing this.
This had been his longstanding aspiration, and now it was before his eyes. If he entered the military, he could break away from the enigmatic leader of the men in green. No matter how formidable the latter was, how could he threaten a General of the Great Qin Army?
Yet, after pondering, Gongsun Jing still only saluted with his fist and said in a deep voice:
"Subordinate... thanks the General for your kind offer."
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