Chapter 71: Uncle Niu Seems Angry

PS: A few lines were censored in the previous chapter, just make do.

Early the next morning

On the steppe, the wind has ceased and the snow cleared, and the warm sun is just rising.

"Baa~"

"Baa~"

After being awakened by a group of sheep outside the tent, Niu Dingtian finally realized that Han Xiao Ying had already slipped away, but the imprint on the quilt they had lain on remained, and the lingering fragrance within the turned‑over quilt persisted.

Recalling the feeling of last night, he instantly felt a wave of refreshment; at the toughest moment of his life, he finally became a real man.

After getting out of bed, dressing, and grinning, he took long strides and walked out of the tent.

After stepping out of the tent flap, he saw the snow outside the felt pack already up to half his calves. A nearby flock of sheep, startled by a sudden human silhouette, retreated in panic, then steadied their formation and bleated at Niu Dingtian.

"Uncle Niu! Breakfast!"

A shout rang out, and Guo Jing appeared, holding a rice bowl with both hands, his feet stepping on the snow, waddling toward here with a creaking crunch.

"Uncle Niu, Master Seven said you usually get up late, so everyone didn't wait for you; Master Seven asked me to bring you breakfast."

When he reached close, he respectfully handed over a steaming bowl of butter tea and a bowl of cheese mutton.

Did I overwork myself last night and become lazy in bed?

Sister Han really knows how to care for me.

"Jing'er, where is Master Seven?"

After taking the bowl, Niu Dingtian bowed his head and quietly started to inquire about the news from Guo Jing.

Sister Han is too shy; she must be hiding far away now, otherwise why would she have Guo Jing bring breakfast? If she kept hiding, would she have to stay alone in an empty room at night?

Sss~

In this life, one must first taste worldly affairs, savor the marrow; he agreed, and his little brother would also protest strongly.

"Master Seven? Master Seven rested in my mother's tent after finishing breakfast."

Guo Jing wore a simple expression and replied honestly.

Niu Dingtian was startled upon hearing that; it seemed his Sister Han was also exhausted to the point of being breathless.

"Jing'er, come in quickly."

Although the wind and snow had ceased, the early sun still sent bone‑deep cold; seeing Guo Jing's little face redden, Niu Dingtian beckoned him into the tent.

"Uncle Niu, Jing'er won't go in; Jing'er still needs to go find the three masters to learn martial arts."

Guo Jing gave a silly smile, scratched his head, and declined Uncle Niu's kindness.

Niu Dingtian, overworked and already famished, hadn't entered the tent yet, so he swallowed two pieces of cheese in one bite, chewing while mumbling unclearly to Guo Jing:

"You, you kid... didn't I tell you yesterday... I told you, uh... to learn martial arts from Uncle Niu? Uh..."

After swallowing the cheese, he gulped another mouthful of butter tea, exhaled, feeling much more refreshed, and then continued:

"From now on, you, Uncle Niu, will be number one in the world, and I will be number two!"

Although yesterday he was drunk, his bragging had already blown away. Guo Jing, though a bit slow in reaction, is honest and courteous, respects teachers, and now seems far more reliable than that Yang Kang kid.

Poor Yang Kang's nephew, rejected so quickly; if he knew Uncle Niu's thoughts now, who knows how he would protest.

Him?

Can that clueless fool compare with me? Uncle, what's your relation with his mother…

What relation do you have with my mother!

"Impossible! Uncle Niu, without the consent of several masters, Jing'er cannot learn martial arts from anyone else!"

Guo Jing, after hearing that, hesitated on his dark little face, but ultimately refused.

Yesterday Uncle Niu got drunk; he thought Uncle Niu was just bragging, so he went along with everything, not expecting that he actually remembered.

Uncle Niu was so kind to him the first time they met, which moved Guo Jing; after refusing, he felt a bit guilty, and when he looked again, he became somewhat uneasy.

After being rejected, Niu Dingtian felt a bit annoyed, but seeing Guo Jing's pitiable stupidity, he sighed inwardly and couldn't bring himself to scold him, so he waved his hand and said:

"Alright, alright, go ahead, go ahead."

Having said that, he lifted the unfinished breakfast and plunged into the felt pack tent.

He needs to conserve his energy!

"Oh"

Guo Jing thought Uncle Niu was angry; his mood was a bit down, and though he was speechless, he gave a soft reply, then trudged through the snow step by step with a creaking crunch, heading to find his three masters.

After walking a mile, he arrived at the old spot, where the three masters were already waiting.

"Grandmaster!"

"Second Master! Third Master!"

Approaching them, Guo Jing bowed respectfully.

"Hmm, Jing'er, you're here; then let's begin. Today your Third Master will teach you the Golden Dragon Whip Technique."

Upon hearing the sound, Ke Zhen'e didn't hesitate and directly arranged today's lesson.

Although the wager had been voided, Guo Jing was still his disciple; no matter how foolish or slow, the lessons that needed to be taught must continue.

This is the difference between the Seven Freaks and Qiu Chuji.

"Got it! Grandmaster!"

"Third Master!"

After responding, Guo Jing went to the side of Third Master Han Baoju.

"Jing'er, remember: the Third Master's Golden Dragon Whip Technique emphasizes clever force, targeting the opponent's lower body. However, if you misuse the power during practice, you'll injure yourself first, so don't rely on brute force!"

"Third Master will first teach you 'Twin Dragons Fetch Water' and 'Golden Dragon Ascends to Heaven'; watch closely!"

Han Baoju first solemnly gave two instructions, then swung his long whip, demonstrating the moves before Guo Jing; the whip cracked loudly, its power truly remarkable.

After practicing it twice, Guo Jing took the Golden Dragon Whip, recalled the recent moves, and began to swing the whip before the three masters in a proper fashion.

The first two forms were still close, but after the third, he seemed to think of something, his mind drifted slightly, the force in his hand eased a few points, and the power he wielded was naturally insufficient.

"Enough!"

When Ke Zhen'e realized it, he suddenly shouted in anger; caught off guard, Guo Jing was startled and shivered, quickly sheathing the long whip and standing respectfully aside.

"I'm so stupid! I made the Grand Master angry again!" Guo Jing lowered his head and blamed himself silently.

"Hmph! Jing'er!"

"Why did you lose focus while practicing martial arts!"

Ke Zhen'e grew angrier as he thought, raised his iron staff and was about to strike.

"Brother, don't be angry yet! Let Jing'er explain first! It's not too late to strike after the explanation!"

Zhu Cong, standing nearby, quickly reached out to block; before it was Seventh Sister who intervened, but now Seventh Sister is absent, so he couldn't let elder brother actually strike.

It's the same old script: one hits, one blocks, one kneels and admits fault; for years it's always played out like this.

"Grand Master, I'm sorry!"

"Jing'er knows his mistake!"

Guo Jing hurriedly knelt and confessed his fault, his face full of guilt.

It's not that he's afraid of being hit; he's only self‑blaming for his distraction. He's always been foolish, and now he's disappointed the Grand Master again.

"Speak!"

Ke Zhen'e lowered his iron staff and let out another angry shout.

Hearing that, Guo Jing kept his head lowered, knelt there, and began to mutter:

"Earlier Uncle Niu said he would teach Jing'er martial arts, Jing'er refused, Uncle Niu… Uncle Niu seems to be angry."

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