Chapter 13 Good Disciple (Two in One)
Who is Gu Yuye?
He is an inner demon, a military saint, and the powerful and influential King of Zhenbei.
He is labeled as being meticulous and wise, and his character is vicious and cruel, always making decisions after careful consideration.
No matter who it is, when Gu Yuye is mentioned, they will feel a chill down their spine. To be his enemy, one must be cautious at every step, otherwise they will die without knowing how.
No one could have imagined what would happen if Gu Yuye was framed and fell.
Gu Yuye himself couldn't have imagined it.
He never thought that he had cultivated himself into a waste step by step.
A good-for-nothing dandy with damaged meridians would one day turn into a poisonous snake and bite him fiercely!
I spent the whole day hunting geese, but I didn't expect to be knocked over by a pig waiting to be slaughtered!
Gu Yuye was not killed because of his habitual caution over the years, but that was all he was afraid of.
The soldier puppet shared the same perception with him, and the shock and surprise at the moment of death were the same to him.
For Gu Yuye, this was far more difficult to accept than simple failure.
Because he had watched Gu Fangchen grow up, every step should have been in his plan, but overnight, the entire game was turned upside down.
Why?
This is what makes Gu Yuye most vulnerable.
He couldn't figure out what went wrong!
At what moment did Gu Fangchen hide herself, hiding herself so deeply, so deeply that even he couldn't see through it.
Gu Yuye would never allow a piece of dust that could be easily brushed away to be enough to kill him.
This is a great shame for him.
He must kill Gu Fangchen, even the Martial Saint cannot stop him!
Gu Yuye took a step forward, and his fingers had reached Gu Fangchen's eyebrows.
If he moves forward even a little bit, Gu Fangchen will be destroyed both physically and spiritually.
But Gu Yuye's expression became even uglier.
Because according to his calculations, when he broke through the void and took a step forward, he should have pointed his finger directly at Gu Fangchen's head and smashed his entire skull.
However, in reality it is a little bit off.
Once again, things went against his expectations.
But this time, he quickly realized the reason.
He subconsciously used the terrain of the mountain where the White Horse Temple was originally located as the imaginary coordinates in his mind.
But today is different—
Tonight the entire mountain has shifted an inch to the right!
It was this insignificant inch of distance that saved Gu Fangchen's life again.
Gu Fangchen didn't know about this small deviation, but if he knew, he would immediately understand that this was the effect of [Beng Tian Cheng Yun].
It was because Ding Xingfeng had previously tried to calm the wind and waves on the entire lake, causing the entire mountain to tilt one inch to the right.
As a result, Gu Yuye made a miscalculation and failed to kill Gu Fangchen.
That is, in this instant.
“Bang!”
A skinny hand grasped Gu Yuye's wrist precisely, without moving an inch.
“Tsk.”
An old voice sounded:
"This guy has already called out his name, and you still want to kill him? Do you really think I'm dead?"
Gu Yuye regained control of his expression, let out a long sigh, and lowered his gaze to meet a pair of cloudy eyes.
The dark and thin old fisherman was unremarkable, but to Gu Yuye, his appearance was very familiar.
One of the seven second-rank officials in the world.
The undefeated martial saint, Ding Xingfeng!
Gu Yuye had a premonition when he heard Gu Fangchen call "Old Ding" before.
But Ding Xingfeng had been in seclusion and missing for many years, and even Yan Tiansi didn't know his whereabouts. Why did he suddenly appear in the White Horse Temple, and how did he know Gu Fangchen?
For some reason, the nameless anger in Gu Yuye's heart grew stronger.
He remained calm and said:
"The rebellious son intends to kill his father. I think it has nothing to do with Senior Martial Saint."
Ding Xingfeng gave Gu Fangchen a sidelong glance.
Gu Fangchen looked at the fingers in front of his forehead, his face pale, but he still had the energy to grin and spread his hands.
The meaning is obvious, I have demonstrated it to you.
If you want my help, whether you keep your promise or not is up to you.
At such a young age, he's even more ruthless than a gangster...
Ding Xingfeng snorted coldly and twisted Gu Yuye's wrist down bit by bit:
"Are you related by blood, father and son? Who rushed all the way back from Huangtian City just to kick this guy out of the palace and make way for your own son."
"You are so majestic as the King of Zhenbei. Your words are more effective than imperial edicts. Your words are as powerful as rain."
"Besides, don't you know who came up with the idea first?"
Old man Ding doesn't have any baggage from being a senior expert.
He has lived in this wild ferry for so many years, making a living by fishing, no different from an ordinary old fisherman.
If I encounter something unhappy or someone I don’t like, I will curse them out loud, scold them away, and then laugh out loud.
I don’t know how comfortable I am living.
Even if he were to return to the political arena, he would no longer be as hypocritical as before and would just say what he had to say.
Gu Yuye had never expected that the legendary undefeated martial saint would actually have such a rogue-like character.
His wrist trembled slightly, and there was a silent struggle between the two of them.
However, Gu Yuye only felt that the ground opposite him was like a deep abyss and a towering mountain, so deep that he could not see the bottom, and so high that he could not see the height. No matter how hard he tried, he could only be crushed inch by inch.
Who can compete with the Martial Saint based on physical strength alone?
Undefeated, truly undefeated.
Gu Yuye naturally didn't mean to take any real action, but tonight was no longer the right time to take action.
The first attack is full of energy, the second is weaker, and the third is exhausted. Gu Yuye is well versed in the art of leading troops, so how could he not understand this principle?
He tried to kill Gu Fangchen three times in a row but failed every time. This was a rare impulse.
Trying it again will not produce any results.
The plan to resolve everything tonight is no longer possible...
However, the appearance of the Martial Saint did calm Gu Yuye's anger a little.
Because this proves that Gu Fangchen was able to suddenly turn into a poisonous snake not by himself, but by the power of the Martial Saint.
This kind of understanding is in line with common sense.
Gu Fangchen is still that waste, just being used by others, and fortunately has become a useful pawn in the hands of others.
If you want to crush him, you just need a little more strength.
Gu Yuye was silent for a few seconds, then he took the initiative to put down his hand, stepped back and supported Gu Yuandao, saying:
"I was also anxious for a moment. The Demon Cult is powerful. If a hidden pawn had been around for several years, I'm sure anyone would toss and turn and wake up in the middle of the night."
"Besides, the situation is still unclear. Although we are not related by blood, the title of Crown Prince bestowed by His Majesty has not been revoked. Chen'er is naturally still my son."
He changed the subject:
"But so, the person who made Chen'er attack me was actually the old senior?"
Gu Fangchen had already hidden behind Ning Caiyong and continued to act pitiful.
Ding Xingfeng curled his lips and rolled his eyes.
"Yes, it was me. I asked him to do it."
He said rather sarcastically, "Who else could it be? This kid's dantian is a pool of mud, his meridians are a mess, and he doesn't even have any cultivation. How could he kill the King of Zhenbei?"
Gu Yuye asked:
"Does this prince have a grudge against the old senior?"
"No."
"Could it be that this prince has accidentally offended the old senior?"
“No.”
Gu Yuye took a deep breath and felt that the setbacks he had suffered today were more than all the setbacks he had ever suffered in his life.
He asked coldly:
"Then may I ask, Senior, by attacking a high-ranking prince of the imperial court for no apparent reason, do you harbor rebellious intentions towards the Great Wei?"
Ding Xingfeng grinned:
"Who said it was for no reason?"
He pointed at Gu Fangchen:
"If you offend this kid, you've offended me."
Gu Yuye fell silent again.
He thought of many reasons, but he never thought that Ding Xingfeng really took action for Gu Fangchen.
In his opinion, Ding Xingfeng must be taking advantage of Gu Fangchen as an excuse to attack him.
There must be deeper reasons behind this.
Because Gu Fangchen is not worthy enough for the Martial Saint to take action!
No, it must be that Ding Xingfeng is unwilling to say it.
Gu Yuye's eyes were serious, he was calm and composed, and said with a smile:
"Then may I ask, why is the old senior so protective of my child? What is the reason? As far as I know, he has hardly ever left Huangtian. How did he get to know the old senior..."
Ding Xingfeng chuckled:
"Why would we need to get to know each other?"
He walked over, patted Gu Fangchen's shoulder vigorously, and said confidently:
"I was wandering by the lake tonight and stumbled upon this guy. I was shocked. This guy must be a martial arts prodigy that only comes across once in a thousand years!"
"I immediately felt like we hit it off, so I accepted him as my true disciple."
Gu Yuye's expression froze.
Ning Caiyong: “?”
Gu Yuan said: “???”
Gu Fangchen: “…”
Ding Xingfeng put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile:
"My dear disciple, come and call out to Master."
Damn, the older the ginger, the spicier it is.
Gu Fangchen twitched the corners of his mouth.
It took him a long time to pull Ding Xingfeng to a position of equal conversation and increase his own voice.
As a result, Lao Deng pushed Gu Fangchen back after a few words.
And it is hard not to suspect that he was taking revenge on Gu Fangchen for threatening him to give out the three things he hated most as a condition for becoming his disciple.
Now, he himself has become a shield.
Gu Fangchen's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth reluctantly and said:
"Master."
“Hey~”
Ding Xingfeng lengthened his tone in a cheerful mood.
You little bastard, you cheated him out of a lot of money, you have to get some interest back.
Having a disciple who can instantly kill a third-grade soldier puppet is not shameful at all, even if this guy has no cultivation at all.
What's more, he is a martial saint. Does he care about talent when accepting disciples?
No matter how talented you are, you are not as talented as him.
The other people present were stunned.
A martial arts prodigy? Gu Fangchen?
It cannot be said that these two words are completely unrelated, but they can be said to be poles apart.
Even when his Dantian was still in good condition, Gu Fangchen's talent could only be considered below average, let alone now, he was basically a useless person.
Not even as good as ordinary people!
What qualifications does he have to be a disciple of the Martial Saint?
However, even Gu Yuye was speechless for a moment.
After all, he is a Martial Saint.
Even if you don't care about other things, can you not care about his inheritance?
This is a true disciple, not just a nominal one.
Even though Ding Xingfeng's reputation was completely ruined, his status in the martial arts world remained unchanged, so he wouldn't have given up on himself to this extent...
Gu Yuandao gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently uncontrollably again, and he barely managed to swallow the rising blood.
Why?!
This guy doesn't even have any cultivation, yet he was noticed by the Martial Saint and accepted as his disciple.
Isn't it his younger sister Gu Lianxian who is the one who deserves to be the disciple of the Martial Saint?
How could it be possible...
The thing that Gu Yuandao was most proud of in his life was that he became a true disciple of a saint and gained a breath of righteousness.
So, the loser he looked down upon the most suddenly transformed into a disciple of the Martial Saint?!
Then what was the point of all his efforts over the years?
Ning Caiyong, whose sleeve had been pulled by Gu Fangchen, was probably the only one who felt happy at the scene.
Although she had never seen the Martial Saint, the Sword Pavilion Master had met the Martial Saint once and received his guidance.
The portrait of the Martial Saint is still preserved in Jiange.
She couldn't understand the rapidly changing situation, and even if she stood in front of Gu Fangchen, she still couldn't stop Gu Yuye's murderous intent.
But she knew what the recognition of the Martial Saint meant.
"Very good……"
Ning Caiyong was stunned, feeling a sour feeling in his chest.
She looked at Gu Fangchen's profile and felt proud and lost.
The child who had been under her protection seemed to have grown up suddenly...but she, as a mother, did not seem to be as useful as she had imagined.
Ning Caiyong lowered his eyes.
She clearly said that she would save Chen'er from Gu Yuye, but in the end, she still let Chen'er face everything alone.
Gu Fangchen felt that the sleeve in his hand was being pulled quietly, as if trying to pull her out.
He blinked and turned his head to see a drooping top of his head.
The atmosphere was depressing, as if it was raining overhead.
Gu Fangchen remained calm and loosened his sleeves on his own initiative.
Ning Caiyong paused, his body seemed to sway, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but after a pause, he let it drop dejectedly.
At this time, the young man quickly grabbed Ning Caiyong's cold jade fingers.
Hold on tight.
Ning Caiyong was stunned at first, then turned his head away embarrassedly and pursed his lips.
This child...
But he didn't let go of the hand he was holding, instead he pressed it closer.
"It seems that the Martial Saint misunderstood what happened tonight."
Gu Yuye put his hands behind his back and spoke first, setting the tone for the matter.
"I was merely following His Majesty's orders to investigate whether my son was colluding with the Demonic Cult. Who could have imagined that this would lead to the intervention of the Martial Saint?"
"We can discuss the investigation in detail. As for tonight, why not invite Wu Sheng and my son to your house for a chat first?"
"That may not be what Your Majesty wishes."
A maid wrapped in a pitch-black cloak suddenly appeared beside them and spoke lightly.
The maid raised her head and found that her entire face was wrapped in bandages, with only a pair of golden eyes, blooming like lotus flowers in the void, sacred and solemn.
Everyone's pupils constricted, Waiter Xiyin!
The three Xiyin attendants of the Tara sect are the personal attendants of Princess Prajna and are also the high-ranking members of the Tara sect, with a cultivation level of at least the fourth level.
How come you are here?
The maid bowed respectfully and said:
"The princess invites the prince to visit the White Horse Temple."
(End of this chapter)
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