Hahaha………
The youth in the green robe had barely finished speaking when a loud guffaw was heard, and a young beggar-like man carrying a wine gourd strode forward, saying: "I never thought thered be an illness under heaven that Huang Yaoshi couldnt cure! I, Hong Qigong, have truly opened my eyes!"
Hong Qi said and sat down with a plop in front of Yang Chengye, smiling at both of them.
At this time, Yang Chengyes heart had already stirred up a huge wave, what was going on?
How did Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong appear?
Arent these two people from "The Legend of the Condor Hero" written by Jin Yong?
But judging from their appearance, they should be quite young, could it be that they are figures from the early days of She Diao?
Upon seeing Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi rarely revealed a hint of a smile and laughed scoldingly: "You stinky beggar, you came just to mock me!"
Hong Qigong picked up his wine gourd and took a big swig of wine, laughing: "Teasing you is also one of lifes great pleasures!"
Yang Cheng pointed at Huang Yao Shi and said: "Are you Huang Yao Shi?"
He then pointed at Hong Qigong and said: "Are you the Nine Fingered Divine Beggar Hong Qigong?"
Huang Yao Shi and Hong Qi turned their heads to look at Yang Cheng Ye.
"My surname is Hong, and Im the seventh child in my family, so they call me Hong Qi. As for being a duke, I dont dare to assume that title."
Hong Qigong smiled and said: "As for him, his name is Huang Yao, only because of his exceptional medical skills and his ability to discern the properties of all medicinal herbs, people have given him the nickname Huang Yaoshi."
"Unexpectedly, young brothers medical skills are so remarkable at such a young age, truly astonishing."
It was confirmed that the two people in front of him were the ones from the shooting gallery, and Yang Chengye felt a little excited.
Three people chatted and ate the wine dishes brought by Wang Bo, unknowingly it was already late in the day. Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong bid farewell to Yang Tiexin after exchanging names.
About a dozen miles outside the town, there was a forest. At this time, Huang Yao Shi and Hong Qi were standing opposite each other outside the forest.
"I asked Old Huang, where are you going?"
Hong Qigong drank from his gourd and asked Huang Yaoshi:
Huang Yao Shi awkwardly said: "My wife is pregnant, I want to go pick some ginseng to help her nourish her body."
Hearing this, Hong Qi was suddenly shocked and said: "Ginseng all grows in the north, now the north is occupied by the Jin people, this trip is indeed fraught with danger!"
"This way, I have received the order of the leader and will go north to investigate the intelligence of the Golden People. How about we travel together?"
Lets just say Yang Chengye was taken back to his small courtyard by Wang Bo, and leave out the part about Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong leaving the town for the north.
"Wang Bo, whats going on?"
Yang Chengye asked Wang Bo.
Wang Bo didnt answer, pulling Yang Chengye into his humble room and opening the curtains.
All I saw was an old man with a withered face, a head full of white hair and wrinkles all over his face lying in bed.
"Wang Bo said: Second Master, it was he who fainted outside the door last night. I saw that he is old and frail, so I carried him back, but I dont know what to do."
Yang Chengye nodded and said: "Okay, let me take a look!"
Yang Chengye reached out to grab the old mans wrist, but suddenly the old mans eyes widened and a sharp light flashed from his eyes. Immediately afterwards, a strong and powerful palm grasped Yang Chengyes wrist.
"Ah, it hurts..."
Caught by the old mans wrist, Yang Chengye suddenly felt that his wrist was about to be broken, and sweat poured down from his forehead as he let out a miserable cry.
"Old man, let go quickly, Jizu just wants to take a look at your injury!"
Wang Bo saw this and hastily said to the old man.
After hearing Wang Bos words, the old man looked at Yang Chengye again and slowly released his wrist.
"Hiss"
Yang Chengye sucked in a breath of cold air, seeing a bruise on his wrist, and thought to himself: "How can this frail old man have such great strength?"
"Excuse me, young man!"
The old man said hoarsely to Yang Chengye.
Yang Chengye rubbed his wrist and smiled bitterly: "Its nothing, Ill still let the old man check it out."
Yang Chengye said, stretching out his hand and placing his fingers on the old mans wrist.
"My injury is something Im aware of myself, theres no point in you looking at it."
The old man looked at Yang Chengye and said.
Yang Chengye felt the old mans pulse, his brow furrowed, and said: "How can this be? Your five organs and six viscera are all displaced, with massive internal bleeding. Its a miracle youre still alive."
The old man croaked: "You look like youre not from the martial arts world, its normal that you dont know."
"In fact, I was able to survive, relying entirely on the true yuan within me; otherwise, I would have gone to the west a long time ago."
"Really?"
The old mans words overturned Yang Chengyes understanding, was this what they called inner strength?
"It seems like I understand Yang Chengyes idea," said the old man. "Zhenyuan and internal strength are different, they are two different concepts..."
"Ive told you before but you dont understand, whats your surname and given name, young man?"
Yang Chengye replied: "My surname is Yang, my name is Chengye, and my style name is Jizong. My father was Yang Zaixing."
Upon hearing this, the old mans eyes widened and he asked: "Is it Yang Zaixing, the general who defended Xiao Shang Bridge with 8,000 elite soldiers and defeated tens of thousands of Jin troops?"
Yang Chengye smiled bitterly: "Yes, but my father also died."
Upon hearing Yang Chengyes affirmative answer, the old man suddenly burst out laughing and said: "So it was after the death of Jiang Zhonglie, it seems that I have someone to inherit my legacy!"
The old man looked at Wang Bo and said: "Old gentleman, I have something to say to this young man. Would you mind stepping aside for a moment?"
Wang Bo was also a reasonable person, after listening to the old mans words, he nodded and left the room.
After Wang Bo left, the old man who was originally weak and frail suddenly sat up, scaring Yang Chengye half to death.
"You, you, you..."
Yang Chengye pointed at the old man and stuttered.
The old man waved his hand to interrupt Yang Chengyes words and asked: "Do you know who I am?"
Yang Chengye shook his head in confusion and stared at the old man steadily.
The old man stroked his beard and said: "My surname is Huang, my name is Chang, and I am now over 120 years old."
"Yellow shirt?"
Yang Chengye searched for historical figures, but unfortunately, he was unfamiliar with this name due to his limited knowledge of history.
Looking at Yang Chengyes appearance, Huang Chang sighed: "I usually dont show up in front of people, you dont know its also normal."
After a pause, Huang Chang continued to ask: "My kung fu is all-encompassing and unparalleled, are you willing to acknowledge me as your master?"
Yang Chengye looked at Huang Shang and asked: "Since you are so powerful, how did you get hurt so badly?"
Huang Chang shook his head and said, "Although my kung fu is very powerful, after all, I am just one person. As the saying goes, beyond the sky there is another sky, beyond man there is another man. Moreover, facing thousands of troops and horses, how can I cope?"
Yang Chengye thought about it and felt that was also true - after all, he wasnt a god.
Yang Chengye said: "Im afraid Ill have to disappoint you, when my father was alive, he once said that I was born with a weak physique and wasnt suitable for practicing martial arts, so he let me focus on literature to serve the country."
Huang Chang laughed and said: "What a weak physique, its just an excuse, here its simply not the case."
"Thats right, you Yang family guns are particular about cultivating external skills, going to battle and killing enemies, but not cultivating internal skills, thats also correct."
