Chapter 150: Eighteen Buckets of Instant Noodles

Qiu Chuji raised his head and followed the sound, only to see that the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan had arrived at some point without him noticing.

They looked different from over a decade ago; the seven bore signs of hardship, and their attire had uniformly changed to the Zhongshan suits commonly worn by officials in the Revolutionary Zone.

This style of clothing exudes no ostentatious luxury, yet radiates a unique, simple beauty. It is simple yet not simplistic, with every detail revealing understated taste. Most striking are the four large pockets on the garments; they are not only perfectly designed but also highly practical.

"Seven masters are joking. The current Yang Kang favors wealth and still hardly wishes to acknowledge his biological father; how does he compare to Guo Jing?"

"I have lost this contest," Qiu Chuji said solemnly, clasping his hands in a bow.

"Daoist Qiu, in the past we made a wager and took in children from the Guo and Yang families as disciples. But when we found Guo Jing, he had not only mastered a set of skills but had already established a foundation."

"This old man owes his regained sight and even the revenge for my elder brother entirely to him. How can we seven, having taught him nothing, have the face to let him acknowledge us as masters?"

Although Guo Jing had told them the story of the Legend of the Condor Heroes, he still refused to accept Guo Jing's ritual of becoming a disciple.

The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan from that timeline owed Guo Jing the debt of teaching and deserved to be called masters, but what had they taught Guo Jing, and what right did they have?

Indeed, in recent years, they had even been taught martial arts by Guo Jing and become so-called Qi Refiners.

"Enough. Seven masters and Daoist Qiu, we have now driven the Jin people out of this land. It is a good day; let us not speak of such unpleasant matters." Guo Jing interrupted this unpleasant topic and invited them to his temporary residence for a meal.

"Guo boy, since you are treating us to a meal, you cannot be stingy. You must treat us to instant noodles," Hong Qigong said as he walked alongside Guo Jing.

"Hong Qigong, you and Daoist Qiu are both my most important guests. How could I treat you to something as low-class as instant noodles?" Guo Jing repeatedly refused.

"You call instant noodles, a rare delicacy, low-class? Good heavens, do you eat such fine things every day?" Hong Qigong asked in shock.

"Instant noodles are indeed a rare delicacy for the present time, but this item is a fast food. Its advantage is that it is easy to preserve. Once the technology is mastered, you can have as much as you want. Hey, Hong elder, what's wrong?" Guo Jing asked curiously, seeing Hong Qigong tightly clutching his chest.

"No, no. Let me ask you again. Are you saying this thing is available in whatever quantity you want and is not some precious delicacy?"

Hong Qigong asked again, unwilling to give up hope.

"Of course it is not some precious thing. If you want to eat it, I have a box over there. On days when I have no time to cook, I just eat instant noodles to get by," Guo Jing said matter-of-factly.

Hearing this answer, Hong Qigong's heart shattered completely. He had traded the Beggar Sect's ancestral Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms for eighteen bowls of instant noodles, which were nothing rare.

He hated it.

"Did you just say you have a box of instant noodles and are willing to give it all to me?" Hong Qigong looked at Guo Jing with tears in his eyes.

"Hong elder, if you wish to eat it, just tell me anytime, and I will deliver it to you immediately. However, today as your host treating you to a meal, I naturally must treat you to something good. Let's forget about instant noodles."

Guo Jing's words moved Hong Qigong slightly, so he asked curiously, "You are such a kind person, yet why do you have such an unkind friend as Zhang Chu'an, who traded eighteen buckets of instant noodles for my Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms?"

Eighteen buckets of instant noodles traded for the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. I am unworthy before the elders of the Beggar Sect!

Guo Jing felt somewhat ashamed. He wondered where Zhang Chu'an had obtained the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms he had sent him recently.

"Hong elder, Zhang Chu'an's actions were all because of me. It was I who wanted the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. If Hong elder has any grievances, please speak them to this junior. Whatever compensation you desire, this junior will provide it." Guo Jing spoke with righteous solemnity. Hong Qigong, somewhat dazed, said, "You are very similar to one of our Beggar Sect's elders."

"Is Hong elder referring to Elder Qiao Feng, who changed the Twenty-Eight Dragon-Subduing Palms into the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms? Elder Qiao's story was indeed tragic, but such things will not happen again. From now on, whether Tangut people, Khitan people, or Han people, all will live harmoniously in one nation. They all share one name: Huaxia, and they all share one faith."

"From now on, we are all one family." As Guo Jing spoke, he involuntarily recalled the song of the future about the fifty-six ethnic groups being one family.

In high spirits, Guo Jing prepared some foods from the future at the banquet, such as hamburgers, cola, pizza, ice cream, chocolate, and cola.

This greatly satisfied the ever-gluttonous Hong Qigong, who, while wolfing down the food, shouted, "To be able to eat so many delicious foods, trading the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms was not a loss."

Hearing this, Guo Jing looked at Hong Qigong speechlessly. At that moment, he understood why Hong Qigong, leading such a large organization as the Beggar Sect, had achieved little in the uprising against the Jin.

In terms of being an organizational leader, Hong Qigong was far inferior to the various sect masters in *The Outcast*. Tang Sect Sect Master Tang Miaoxing died from the Dan Shi to ensure the inheritance of the supreme art and revive the Tang Sect.

In any case, Guo Jing could not imagine what would happen if the Tang Sect Sect Master had traded the supreme art Dan Shi for gourmet food.

"By the way, now that your Revolutionary Army has almost unified the north, what are your plans for the Southern Song? Will you march your troops to destroy them, or coexist peacefully?" Hong Qigong, having eaten and drunk his fill, asked curiously.

The others at the table also looked at Guo Jing. Guo Jing stood up, walked to the window, and said in a deep voice, "Since the end of the Tang Dynasty, the world has been in a state of division. The people of Yan and Yun and the Song nation in the south have been separated for how many years?"

"If we do not unify the entire country now, then we are criminals of division, just like that Qin Gui who said 'Southerners return south, northerners return north.' Everyone, I have just received news that the Southern Song has suffered an internal turmoil. Shi Miyuan launched a coup, killed Han Tuozhou, and restored Qin Gui's title as Prince of Shen."

Hearing this news, everyone present's faces changed drastically. How could Qin Gui, that treacherous villain, rise again? If he rises again, will we all have to kneel down once more?