Chapter 72: Nighttime Interrogation! Must Make Her Truly Admit Her Mistake!

The three of them listened, and suddenly fell silent.

"Jing'er, you!"

Han Baiju, after regaining his composure, pointed at Guo Jing with an angry, indignant expression, wanting to reproach him but not knowing what to say; in the end he only let out a heavy sigh.

"Without the senior master's permission, Jing'er does not dare to casually learn martial arts from others."

Guo Jing lowered his head, tightly gripping his long whip, and honestly explained the reason.

Ke Zhen'e, upon hearing this, stood aside holding his iron staff, his expression composed, saying nothing, and, perhaps recalling something, began to tilt his head slightly away.

Back then he forbade Guo Jing from learning from others, partly due to martial world taboos, but mainly out of fear that he might study demonic arts and go astray.

But now it seems he has delayed his disciple's future; compared with that person's martial skill, theirs are merely trivial tricks that only invite ridicule, and only this foolish disciple would think of refusing.

Nevertheless, Hero Ke was still being overly idealistic; had he known that the one surnamed Niu possessed a technique that siphons others' internal energy, who knows what he would think—probably would have shouted for battle: "Ugh! What a perverse, crooked path! The blind one is ashamed to associate with us!"

Seventh sister! Don't you return to me yet! Jing'er! Kill this demon!

After hearing Guo Jing's words, the other two remained silent, and Han Baiju sharply rebuked, "You, you, Uncle Niu, what family are you from?"

Before finishing, feeling it was inappropriate, he hurriedly shut his mouth.

However, he certainly didn't consider them outsiders; not only because of his sister Han Xiaoying, but also because the two had been drinking together to the point of calling each other brother and father.

Thinking of this, his plump face became somewhat unnatural; because he had been drunk yesterday, when the mood struck, some words slipped out without thinking, and his younger sister's constantly sullen face left him feeling embarrassed.

"Jing'er, how can your Uncle Niu be considered an outsider?"

Zhu Cong chuckled, slapped his iron fan and said, "Uncle Niu's willingness to teach you martial arts is your blessing. Alright, get up quickly; you don't need to train today. Hurry back and apologize to Uncle Niu!"

Guo Jing slowly lifted his head upon hearing this, but did not stand; instead he looked at senior master Ke Zhen'e. Though he is simple, he knows exactly which master among them is in charge.

"Go, go, go! Hurry back!"

Ke Zhen'e kept his composed face and said nothing, but Han Baiju had already lifted Guo Jing in one hand, snatched the Golden Dragon Whip, and drove him away.

"Oh,"

"Senior master, second master, third master, Jing'er is heading to Uncle Niu first."

Guo Jing saw the senior master did not object, and politely bowed, then walked away through the accumulated snow.

"Big brother, don't be angry; this is also Jinger's blessing."

Seeing Guo Jing had already walked away, Zhu Cong approached and whispered.

Han Baiju, seeing Ke Zhen'e still silent, also moved closer, brazenly urging, "Big brother, second brother is right; back then the Huashan Sword Debate earned the reputation of the five supreme masters—East Evil, West Poison, South Emperor, North Beggar, and the Central Divine Skill."

"Regarding east, west, south, north, it's hard to say who surpasses whom, but Wang Chongyang truly outclassed the four supreme masters; the Niu brothers defeating the North Beggar Hong Qi Gong doesn't necessarily mean they are weaker than Wang Chongyang."

"Now Wang Chongyang is dead, the four supreme masters are nowhere to be seen; such an opportunity is one that countless people would never be able to obtain."

"Moreover, back then the seven of us fought Qiu Chuji, that dog thief, with great difficulty; could the Seven True Immortals together defeat their grandmaster?"

"We are always at fault."

"Always at fault for delaying Jinger's future, right?"

"You agree, right, big brother?"

By the end, his tone had grown weak, his gaze averted, but after gritting his teeth, he still thrust another knife.

"Enough! Third brother, stop speaking!"

Zhu Cong, seeing the situation turn bad, hurriedly spoke to stop it.

Truly, it's like a pot that won't open; he bluntly said none of our martial arts are worthy of being mentioned! "Hmph! The blind one has self-awareness!" Ke Zhen'e's dark face had slightly improved, but after hearing the third brother's words, it gradually turned blue; he slammed his iron staff, snapped his head, let out an angry shout, and quickly turned and left.

Staying another moment would be pure humiliation, almost as if his own brother would strip him naked and whip his corpse; he, who loves gambling and values face above all, had his final words pierce his own heart.

A mile away, inside the large tent, Niu Dingtian was unaware of the three's conversation.

At this moment, he was cross-legged on his beloved couch, and after slowly gathering his inner energy, the mist around him gradually dissipated; he opened his eyes and looked at Guo Jing, who had been kneeling before him for a long time.

"You have come."

He asked coolly, his tone already very aloof.

"Uncle Niu, Jing'er has arrived."

Facing this nonsense, Guo Jing still answered honestly.

"Why have you come?"

Niu Dingtian asked again, his tone showing no improvement.

"Jing'er knows the mistake."

Guo Jing knelt there with his head down, clasping his hands, his attitude sincere.

"Where did you err?"

Niu Dingtian, upon hearing, did not let it go and intended to press further.

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"Where did I go wrong?" Guo Jing didn't react, suddenly stumped by his Uncle Niu's question.

"Did I err in listening to the senior master?"

However, when he saw Uncle Niu's complexion turning black, a vague memory of a previously instructed line flashed in his muddled mind, and he hurriedly said, "Uncle Niu!"

"Jing'er, everything you did is wrong!"

Niu Dingtian was stunned by the reply, staring straight ahead; could this foolish kid really say such words? Guo Jing felt a chill, at a loss, wondering if his Uncle Niu was still the amiable man before him, or if he had said something wrong.

"Alright, get up."

Before he could recover, Niu Dingtian withdrew his gaze, softened his tone, and spoke again.

A child's scare is enough, especially since he's an honest child.

Guo Jing, hearing this, relaxed completely, stood up, took two small steps forward, and respectfully waited there for Uncle Niu's lecture.

Sigh. This child, aside from being foolish, has no flaws elsewhere; no wonder he later achieved such success. Yet his temperament seems suited for caring for his own old age, perhaps more reliable than his own son. As for that Yang Kang brat—hiss—let's not think about him now.

He glanced at the person before him, Niu Dingtian sighed inwardly, and couldn't help but rest his hand on his cheek, letting his thoughts wander.

Who taught you that?

After coming to his senses, Niu Dingtian couldn't help but feel curious; those words just now don't sound like something an honest person would say.

Reply to Niu Dingtian, that was taught by the Seventh Master to Guo Jing; Guo Jing really knows his mistake, and the Second Master said Niu Dingtian is not an outsider.

Guo Jing only now came to his senses, then he spoke honestly, but he also sold out his Seventh Master Han Xiao Ying.

Niu Dingtian was speechless; could this be something that the righteous Han Xiao Ying could say?

But after a flash of inspiration, he suddenly felt a bit excited: No! We must interrogate her tonight! We must make her own up to her mistake!

(End of chapter)