Heavenly Horse Temple, Tianyue Capital:
Hu! Hu! Hu!
Hu! Yuan Zhen practiced the Guardian Deity Fist in the courtyard. The Fist Technique howled and stirred up the wind.
Yuan Zhen executed the Vajra Fist twenty times from start to finish before withdrawing his fist and exhaling deeply.
After the heavy snow, the weather suddenly turned cold. The hot breath Yuan Zhen exhaled turned into a long stream of white vapor in the air.
After stopping, Yuan Zhen relaxed his body. Hot sweat evaporated from his body, enveloping him in a layer of white vapor.
Yuan Zhen's Qi and blood surged, feeling warm all over, no longer feeling cold.
Yuan Zhen rubbed his hands in satisfaction. Then, he picked up the broom, wanting to sweep the courtyard. When he looked up, he saw Hui Ming standing on the steps in front of the main building, looking at him silently.
Yuan Zhen had already taken Hui Ming as his master for six or seven years, but he had never seen Hui Ming stand up.
It was early in the morning, and the sky was still somewhat dark. When Yuan Zhen suddenly saw Hui Ming outside the room, he was startled. Startled, he tossed away the broom in his hand.
"Why are you panicking?" Hui Ming did not show any expression on his face, but his tone contained a hint of reprimand.
This made Yuan Zhen even more flustered. Hui Ming always looked gloomy, he rarely opened his mouth to speak. When he reprimanded Yuan Zhen, it meant that he was especially angry.
Seeing Yuan Zhen lose his head out of fear, Hui Ming became somewhat angry. This disciple was very talented. He was simple and had perseverance. He was very suitable to practice the Guardian Deity Fist.
Hui Ming originally felt rather satisfied with Yuan Zhen and planned to slowly nurture him as a personal disciple.
However, in the battle in Wukong Buddhist Realm last night, Yuan Zhen actually lost to Wukong.
If not for the fact that Hui Ming had been reciting Buddhist scriptures for two hundred years and had lost all his temper, he would have smacked Gao Zhengyang to death last night.
A Rank 9 expert losing to a Rank 5 was unacceptable, no matter what the reason was.
Even though Hui Ming did not have a temper, he still felt stifled.
He had gotten up early in the morning to watch Yuan Zhen practice.
Compared to Gao Zhengyang, Yuan Zhen was a joke.
Or rather, comparing Yuan Zhen to Gao Zhengyang was a joke.
Gao Zhengyang's Guardian Deity Fist was bone-deep. No one in the Guardian Deity Sect could defeat him in Fist Techniques.
When Hui Ming thought of this, he felt depressed again. He didn't know what kind of luck Jue Mie had to find such a heaven-defying disciple.
When comparing goods, you have to throw them away. This sentence was too true.
"Great Master." Gao Zhengyang walked out of the room and greeted Hui Ming with clasped hands.
Gao Zhengyang's figure was tall and slender. His White Moon Monk Robe was clean and spotless. He stood there calmly and saluted. His bearing was free and unworldly, without any sharpness. It made people feel close to him. There was no pride or arrogance after a victory.
This kind of steady and peaceful temperament was like that of an old monk who was hundreds of years old. Unbelievably mature.
Yuan Zhen, who stood at the side, felt very nervous. Compared to Gao Zhengyang, he was like an insensible child.
At his level, he no longer cared about a person's appearance. What he valued more was temperament, tolerance, and talent.
Talent was important, but it was never the most important.
Temperament was the foundation of a person, and tolerance determined a person's layout and height.
At this age, Gao Zhengyang had not reached the Heaven Stage yet. Indeed, Gao Zhengyang's talent in cultivating Essence Energy was not very good. Perhaps he could not compare to Yuan Zhen.
However, no one could compare to his physical talent. His Fist Technique was even more majestic, ferocious, and tyrannical. Judging a person by his fists, Yuan Zhen's temperament and tolerance had the bearing of an emperor.
Such tolerance allowed Wu Xiang to stand out and preside over the Buddhist sect early on, becoming the Eastern Continent's Buddhist Monarch.
Such tolerance allowed Wu Xiang to send Gao Zhengyang here, disregarding the gains and losses of his sect and himself.
Hui Ming thought about it. His gaze lingered on Gao Zhengyang for a while before slowly turning around and returning to his room.
After Hui Ming left, Yuan Zhen heaved a sigh of relief. Yuan Zhen whispered to Gao Zhengyang, "What's wrong with Teacher?"
"He's probably in a bad mood," Gao Zhengyang answered with a smile.
"Yes, that should be the case." Yuan Zhen nodded his bald head vigorously, looking like he still had lingering fear. "You scared me to death just now."
"Don't be afraid. I'll bring you to the Zhao Family's garden to eat sweets tonight."
Gao Zhengyang casually consoled Yuan Zhen, but he was thinking about Hui Ming's gaze earlier.
Hui Ming did not say anything, but there was something else in his deep gaze.
Could the old man have flown into a rage out of humiliation after losing to him yesterday?
Gao Zhengyang felt that it was unlikely. With Hui Ming's status, it was impossible for him to stoop to his level.
To be honest, Gao Zhengyang felt especially pleased to be able to defeat Hui Ming in one move.
The old man always looked down on him, and he had always been holding back his anger. In the battle in the Heart Buddha Realm last night, Gao Zhengyang had also proven himself.
Relying on his vajra body, he had punched three thousand times in a row, breaking Hui Ming's stance and punching his chest.
Even in the Heart Buddha Realm, Gao Zhengyang's punch had not landed a solid hit and had not caused any substantial damage to Hui Ming.
Yet, Hui Ming had lost. With his status, it was impossible for him to act shamelessly.
Gao Zhengyang was determined to win not just for the sake of fighting, but more so to prove himself.
From Hui Ming's reaction today, it did not seem to be a bad thing.
At least, things had taken a turn for the better.
Gao Zhengyang would not be so arrogant as to feel that his martial arts fist technique was superior to Hui Ming's just because he had won a punch.
He was very clear in his heart that Hui Ming's fist technique was indeed extremely brilliant. In terms of the fusion of essence qi, martial soul, and fist technique, he was ten times, a hundred times stronger than him.
To be able to win a punch from Hui Ming, that was under special circumstances.
To put it bluntly, it was the same as when Gao Zhengyang killed a rank nine powerhouse in the demonic realm. Under special restrictions, Gao Zhengyang's advantage was displayed to the extreme. Powerhouses whose essence qi and power were suppressed could only admit that they were unlucky.
For the Buddha Birthday Assembly three years later, Gao Zhengyang had to fight for Hui Ming's recognition and try his best to learn the essence of Vajra Fist.
Moreover, with the recognition of a rank nine powerhouse, he would have more support and fewer obstacles.
Going back and forth, the difference was too great.
Back then, Jue Mie snatched the Vajra Sutra and even killed that person. It was normal for Hui Ming to hold a grudge against him.
As for whether this grudge was right or wrong, even if Jue Mie came back to life, he would not be able to explain it clearly. Gao Zhengyang did not wish to participate in these grudges. Passing down the sect was his responsibility, to not let down Jue Mie's expectations.
As a rank nine powerhouse, Hui Ming had the qualifications and ability to guide him in cultivation.
Gao Zhengyang was unrivaled in his previous life, but he had never stopped learning. In this world, he had even more things to learn.
"Senior Brother, you aren't lying to me, right?" Yuan Zhen did not know what Gao Zhengyang was thinking. He was attracted by the candy, his large round eyes flickering with excitement.
Gao Zhengyang felt some sympathy for Yuan Zhen. After all, his master was a rank nine powerhouse who could shake up the surroundings with a stomp of his feet. To think that eating candy that cost one copper coin was a luxury. Xiao Chen rubbed Yuan Zhen's bald head and smiled. "Why would Senior Brother lie to you? I still have a few copper coins."
"Haha …" Yuan Zhen laughed foolishly. Then, he excitedly picked up the broom and went to sweep the floor.
To Yuan Zhen, just thinking about the candy that was about to enter his mouth was enough to make him happy.
Yuan Zhen, who was in a good mood, was exceptionally diligent. He rushed to finish all the work by himself.
Yuan Zhen's thinking was very simple. "Senior Brother wants to treat me to candy. In that case, I can't let Senior Brother do the work."
After that, Yuan Zhen felt like there were bugs growing on him, feeling very restless.
Because the weather was too cold, there were no visitors until the afternoon.
When Yuan Zhen saw that the sun was already setting in the west, he impatiently pulled Gao Zhengyang aside and said, "Senior Brother, no one will come today. Let's go to the Zhao Clan's garden —"
Before Yuan Zhen finished speaking, a few people walked in from the gates.
The leader wore a white fur coat and a brocade crown. He looked extremely handsome. This was Zhou Yu, who had come with Fang Wenxiu that day.
Zhou Yunting and Fang Wenxiu stood beside Zhou Yu. That Wu Tao also followed behind. At the very back were two guards.
Just as he was about to leave, someone came. Yuan Zhen's mood immediately turned sour. Even a child couldn't hide his thoughts, and his round little face darkened.
"I, Zhou, have taken the liberty to pay a visit. Please don't take offense, Master."
Zhou Yu smiled politely when he saw Yuan Zhen's expression.
Compared to the last time, he had indeed put down his pride and become more sincere.
"You're too polite, Almsgiver Zhou." Gao Zhengyang put his palms together and returned the gesture.
Gao Zhengyang's attitude was polite, but there was also a hint of indifference and alienation. But the more it was like this, the more Zhou Yu and the others felt that Gao Zhengyang had the demeanor of an eminent monk.
If Gao Zhengyang was too enthusiastic, Zhou Yu and the others would instead look down on him. They would feel that Gao Zhengyang was too flattering and materialistic, that he was a common person.
"I came in a hurry last time, so I didn't prepare any gifts. This time, I have brought some small gifts for Grandmaster. Please don't stand on ceremony. "
After saying that, Zhou Yu waved his hand and the guards behind him understood. After Zhou Yu went out to greet the guards, a few servants came in carrying luggage.
The small gifts that Zhou Yu mentioned quickly filled the small front yard of the Heavenly Horse Temple.
Yuan Zhen's eyes widened. The beautiful mahogany boxes and silk packages dazzled him. He had never seen such a sight in his life.
"It's just some clothes, fragrant rice, incense sticks, and other mundane items …" Zhou Yu introduced. Yuan Zhen was not pretending to be reserved. These things looked like a lot, but they were actually not worth much. At the very least, they were nothing in Yuan Zhen's eyes.
Gift-Giving was a test of judgment. Different people had different needs. For a Buddhist sect genius like Gao Zhengyang, it was not suitable for him to give gifts that were too precious.
Some clothes, incense sticks, and other daily necessities were more suitable. This showed sincerity in befriending Yuan Zhen and would not cause others to overthink.
Fang Wenxiu walked over and explained to Gao Zhengyang in a low voice, "Master, Zhou Yu admires your character and talent. There is no other meaning behind it."
Gao Zhengyang smiled and nodded at Zhou Yu. "Almsgiver Zhou is very kind. This humble monk is ashamed to accept gifts for no reason. "
Zhou Yu smiled as well. He was very happy. These gifts were naturally nothing. Gao Zhengyang was giving him face by accepting them.
"Almsgivers, please come in and chat …" Gao Zhengyang could not accept gifts for nothing, so he took the initiative to invite them in.
"Tonight, the Jade Spring Brothel will release the Heaven, Earth, and Man Roll of Honor. I have already reserved a private room. Why don't you join us?" Zhou Yu invited.
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