I will eventually become a god

After arriving at the Hidden Dragon Dojo, Xue Jing went directly to the Yangxin Room.

At this time, only master Li Qi and senior sister Meng Qingjiao were in the room.

Li Qi was explaining something to Meng Qingjiao. When he saw Xue Jing walking in wearing a rather formal suit and vest, his eyes lit up and he sighed:

"You are worthy of being my disciple. Once you put on these clothes, you are almost as close as I was when you were young."

"..." Meng Qingjiao's cold face remained unchanged, but she glanced at her master with an unknown meaning in her eyes.

As if to say: Huh?

Xue Jing smiled and said without changing her expression: "You are so humble."

Li Qi waved his hand: "Let's not mention this for now. Just take the gift I asked you to give."

Xue Jing nodded and showed the quaint scroll in his hand.

"Well... the people who can go to Mr. Zong's birthday banquet are considered to be well-known in the martial arts. I have limited legs and feet and can't go there. You two are the only ones in the dojo who can go."

Li Qi said.

"Martial men often fight and kill each other, and it is inevitable that they will accumulate a lot of grudges. There are also many people who went to the birthday banquet this time who had conflicts with our Hidden Dragon Ryu in the past. Although it will give Mr. Zong face, the banquet should be Nothing will happen, but you have to be careful."

"And if someone is really looking for trouble..."

Xue Jing nodded and said: "I understand, master, just kill all those who are looking for trouble."

Li Qi glared at him: "I haven't finished speaking yet. Why are you so irritable? This is a society ruled by law. Do you understand the rule of law?"

He waved his hand: "... try your best to defend yourself."

Xue Jing smiled: "I understand."

Li Qi hummed, and then said: "Also, if you encounter someone you can't beat, just run away first. It's not shameful. When the time comes, let your senior brother help you find your place. Don't lose it just because you want to hold on to your face for a while. Lilizi..."

Li Qi gave several instructions in succession, and Xue Jing nodded in agreement with a smile.

"...The other thing is the real purpose of your visit this time, that little girl Zong Shichan."

Li Qi touched his chin.

"That kid has pretty good bones. Among the people I've seen, he can be ranked in the top five."

"Although because I am a girl, I am not as talented as senior brother Qi in terms of strength, and my flexibility is slightly worse than Qing Jiao, but I am excellent in every aspect, and my overall physical quality is second only to you... It can be said that it is quite good. It fits the hexagonal concept of Hidden Dragon Style.”

"This is why Mr. Zong is angry that the kid wants to switch to Hidden Dragon Style, but he doesn't object."

"Tiger Soul Style specializes in the use of energy. It is indeed not suitable for female body cultivation. It is difficult to unleash the child's full potential."

"...How about it? She should be a good apprentice and won't embarrass you."

Li Qi recommended with a wink.

Xue Jing was indifferent and just said: "Let's talk about it after we meet."

He has no intention of accepting a disciple, so it doesn't matter what the other person's talent is, as long as the other person is a good boy who is worry-free and trouble-free, he will give him a name.

On the contrary, even if he has the best talent in the world and is more powerful than himself, if he has a troublesome temperament, he will refuse.

Li Qi smiled, waved his hand and said, "Okay, you go."

Xue Jing nodded and said: "Then let's go first, master."

He turned to look at Meng Qingjiao and said gently: "Let's go, Senior Sister Meng."

Meng Qingjiao nodded silently and followed Xue Jing out of the Yangxin Room.

In the corridor of the dojo, Xue Jing looked sideways at Meng Qingjiao, who was walking silently next to him.

Because she was attending a birthday banquet, she did not wear the black training uniform today, but changed into a long black dress that looked quite slim.

In terms of style, it is actually quite conservative, with very low exposure, just a little bit of the collarbone.

But...as long as the shocking World Cup is around, even if she casually wears a sack on her body, it will still be the top uniform temptation.

As she walked, the World Cup shook slightly with every step she took. Against such a strong backdrop, her slender waist and plump lower body were also extremely conspicuous, almost thrilling.

Xue Jing considers himself a person who is not keen on women. As his strength becomes stronger and stronger, his patience in this regard is also getting higher and higher. There are few times when he can feel shaken.

But only Senior Sister Meng... Xue Jing didn't dare to look at her every time he stayed by her side.

There is a feeling of shyness similar to that of adolescents who have just realized the differences between men and women and dare not look directly at the beautiful opposite sex...

Of course, this level of 'mental pressure' is nothing to him, and he can easily suppress it with his own strong consciousness.

He smiled at Meng Qingjiao with a normal expression:

"Senior sister, you are usually so busy, how come you have time to attend the banquet today?"

Hearing this, Meng Qingjiao turned her head and glanced at him. Her cold and pretty face did not change at all, except for a slight glistening gleam at the corner of her mouth.

"呲流——"

She reached out and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, wiping away the crystal.

Xue Jing was stunned, "...that's it."

He nodded: "Yes, after all, it is my seventieth birthday. I think there will be a lot of good food at the banquet that I don't usually see..."

At this time, Meng Qingjiao stretched out her bare hand and gently tugged on the corner of his clothes.

Xue Jing turned around and saw that Meng Qingjiao was holding a mobile phone in his other hand and turned the screen over to show him.

Above is a notebook page with a few words written on it.

【Also, protect you】

Xue Jing paused slightly, then turned to look at Meng Qingjiao's beautiful eyes that seemed to be free of any emotion, pure and clear.

He smiled softly:

"With Senior Sister here, I feel at ease."

"..." Meng Qingjiao nodded after hearing this, and reached out to touch Xue Jing's head.

It seemed to be saying, with me here, you can rest assured.

The two of them walked out of the Canglong Dojo and came to the office building.

Xue Jing was about to stop a taxi, but Meng Qingjiao held his hand and walked to the parking lot.

Soon, they came to a parking space where a dark red two-seater convertible sports car that looked quite beautiful was parked.

"Hmm? Senior Sister, is this your car?"

Xue Jing asked.

Meng Qingjiao nodded, her eyes shining.

She took out the remote control key to unlock the car, then opened the door of the driver's seat, got in, fastened her seat belt, reached out and patted the seat next to her, signaling Xue Jing to get in the car.

Xue Jing got in the car, fastened his seat belt, and glanced at Meng Qingjiao.

Although it was not very obvious and his expression did not change much, he could feel that Senior Sister Meng seemed to be in a very high spirit.

He thought for a while and asked, "Senior Sister, do you like driving?"

"..." Meng Qingjiao nodded heavily.

Then he looked at Xue Jing, as if to say, are you seated?

Xue Jing felt a little strange, but still nodded.

Meng Qingjiao started the engine, and the deep red convertible sports car immediately emitted a low engine roar.

She sat up straight and turned the steering wheel.

"Chichichichi--"

The wheels and the ground made a rapid friction sound, and Xue Jing only felt a sudden "chest push" coming from the front, and his body leaned forward involuntarily.

The car quickly reversed out of the garage, and then Meng Qingjiao shook the shift lever very professionally, stepped on the accelerator, and the car slid out of the parking lot.

A strong sense of push came from behind. Xue Jing looked at the scenery outside the car window that was rapidly receding, and his mouth twitched:

"... Senior Sister, this is the city."

"Chichichichi--"

The car braked suddenly at a traffic light. Xue Jing felt that if he had not been tied by the seat belt, he would have flown out of the front window.

He crossed his arms across his chest, but he was not panicked, but his expression was strange.

... Senior Sister Meng, are you sure you are here to protect him?

...

"Chichichichi--"

The crimson convertible sports car turned and drifted accurately into the narrow parking space in the parking lot. It was not biased, and except for a few too conspicuous brake marks left on the ground, it was almost perfect.

The car turned off, the doors on both sides opened, and Xue Jing and Meng Qingjiao got out of the car.

Although it was not obvious, Xue Jing inexplicably felt that Meng Qingjiao's still cold expression at this moment seemed to look more radiant and refreshed than usual.

He smiled helplessly and swallowed the dissuasion that was on his lips.

‘Forget it, she seems to really like racing... With such good skills and quick reflexes, plus the martial artist's intuition about danger, nothing should happen. ’

“Let’s go in, senior sister.”

He said with a smile.

“…” Meng Qingjiao nodded.

Then she paused, stretched out her hands and held Xue Jing’s right arm.

The surprisingly soft touch came, Xue Jing remained calm, just coughed dryly:

“Let’s go.”

The two walked towards the gate of the Hupo Dojo.

At this time, in the banquet hall of the Hupo Dojo, at the main table in the center, a sturdy old man was sitting.

He was wearing a dark Tang suit that looked quite festive. Although his face was old, his body was straight, and he had a strong momentum of majesty without anger, as if he was a strong tiger dominating the mountains and forests.

"Hmm? Where is Chan'er? Wasn't she here just now?"

Zong Jinkui looked around with lightning eyes and asked with a frown.

"She must have gone to the toilet. The girl seemed quite nervous and kept drinking." The disciple sitting next to him laughed.

"Let alone her, I'm also nervous to meet Xue Jing." Another female disciple muttered.

"Damn it, the little girl can actually be my husband's apprentice, I'm so jealous!"

She gritted her teeth.

Zong Jinkui glared at him: "What do you mean by your husband or her husband? Speak nicely to me!"

The female disciple explained: "Master, 'my husband' is the nickname our fans give him..."

Zong Jinkui waved his hand and snorted: "Don't talk nonsense. Nothing has been decided yet. Whether he can be Chan'er's master or not, I have to test his qualifications!"

At this time, a disciple of the dojo came to Zong Jinkui trotting and whispered: "Master, Xue Jing and Meng Qingjiao from Canglong Dojo are here."

Zong Jinkui raised his eyebrows, "Bring them here."

"Yes." The disciple responded.

Soon, the disciple walked in with Xue Jing and Meng Qingjiao.

"Huh? That's it?"

In the banquet hall, many people looked over with curiosity.

"I've seen him on TV! It's Xue Jing!"

"The new disciple of Canglong Dojo, right... The last time I heard about him was when he killed some monster. I didn't expect that he has become so famous in such a short time."

"I've seen the video of this kid's game. He is really good. Just the fact that he has learned the 'secret' is not something that ordinary people can do. No wonder the disciples in our dojo regard him as an idol."

"Tsk, how come he looks better in person than in the video? So angry!"

"That lame guy from the Hidden Dragon Dojo is really lucky. He can still find such a piece of gold when he's almost dead..."

"Shh, keep your voice down..."

"Hiss!! That must be Meng Qingjiao, it's the first time I've seen him. He's as ambitious as the legend says..."

"If I can marry her home, I won't have to worry about twenty children..."

"Don't think about it. She is the daughter of the 'Little Dragon King' Meng Boshang. If you are not afraid of death, try getting close to her..."

All kinds of discussions came, but Xue Jing seemed to be indifferent as if she didn't hear them. She just glanced at some people who didn't speak well.

Arriving at the main table in the center, the leading disciple whispered beside him: "That person is our venue owner..."

Xue Jing glanced at him and said gently: "Thank you."

After the disciple heard his thank you, he seemed quite excited, his face turned a little red, and he stammered: "No... you're welcome."

Xue Jing strode forward and came to the old man in Tang suit who was sitting at the head table. He cupped his hands and said loudly:

"Xue Jing, a disciple of Hidden Dragon Dojo, wishes the old master of the sect a happy birthday. I wish the old master a long life and good health. May you have this day every year, and this day every year!"

Although he had some objections to Xue Jing for some reasons beforehand, Zong Jinkui couldn't help but smile when faced with such energetic congratulations from such an extremely good-looking, talented and energetic young man.

"Okay, okay, good boy."

He took out two red envelopes from his arms and placed them in the hands of Xue Jing and Meng Qingjiao respectively.

Xue Jing reached out to take it and said with a smile: "Now we are blessed by the old owner. The two of us who are juniors will make a lot of money."

Zong Jinkui laughed loudly: "You kid, you are so good at talking. Come on, sit down quickly."

He patted the chair next to him.

Then he turned to Meng Qingjiao and said kindly:

"Qing Jiao, you sit down too."

Meng Qingjiao nodded and sat down on the seat next to Xue Jing.

After Xue Jing took his seat, he took out the quaint scroll that Li Qi gave him and unfolded it, revealing five large characters written with a brush on it.

[Famous teachers make great disciples].

"This is a birthday gift from my master to the old farm owner. He has some inconvenience and did not come. I ask the farm owner for your forgiveness."

Xue Jing smiled.

"Famous teachers give birth to great disciples...Humph, this old man Li really understands my thoughts."

Zong Jinkui nodded, reached out and took the scroll, his eyes showing satisfaction.

The proudest thing in his life so far is that he has taught a good apprentice. At this moment, these five words can be said to scratch his itch, making him happier than any expensive gift.

Meng Qingjiao had already picked up the chopsticks and began to pick up the dishes on the table silently.

After handing the scroll to the disciple next to him to take away, Zong Jinkui glanced around a few times and frowned:

"Where's Chan'er? Why haven't you come back yet?"

"Send someone to look for her quickly. It's true. She also said she wanted to take Xiao Jing as her master. The master has arrived, but she's not here. She doesn't know the etiquette anymore..."

All the close disciples of the Hupo style next to them had strange expressions on their faces.

Who just said that he wanted to take the exam for Xue Jing, as if he was going to make things difficult?

"I've already sent someone to look for him, Master."

A very muscular direct disciple next to him spoke in a low voice.

"Call a few more people." Zong Jinkui frowned.

"Yes." The disciple responded.

Zong Jinkui turned to Xue Jing and Yan Yuese and said, "Come on, Xiao Jing, have some food."

He pointed to the table.

"This is the 'Dragon and Tiger Zhuangyuan Soup', which is the secret medicine of my Hupo style. It is very good for increasing one's strength. Old Man Li shamelessly came to my place every day just for this sip of soup. Can you?" I need to drink a few more bowls..."

…

On the other side, inside the Hu Po Arena, in a remote warehouse.

A little girl, with tape wrapped around her mouth and her hands and feet tightly bound by chopstick-thick steel ropes, lay on the ground and woke up.

It was Zong Shichan.

"……What happened?"

She looked around blankly. In the dark environment, she couldn't see anything around her. She just moved her nose and smelled a faint smell that made people feel bad.

After moving her hands and feet and feeling the restraints, she immediately used her strength and pulled hard, but the steel rope wrapped around her hands and feet was too strong, so she gave up after trying for a while.

Zong Shichan was not sure what to do. At this time, a fire suddenly lit up.

She suddenly turned her head and looked towards the light source, only to see a young man with thick dark circles under his eyes, holding a lit lighter in his hand.

"Yuyan, you're awake."

The young man spoke softly, looking at Zong Shichan with fascination in his eyes.

"Look, I just completed another work. I have made progress again in the martial arts you taught me."

He pointed to the corner next to him.

Zong Shichan looked at his hand and discovered that the young man's finger... was bleeding.

Her pupils shrank, she looked in the direction of her finger, and her whole body trembled immediately.

Zong Shichan had seen the carcasses of sheep with the entire skin peeled off on the stalls in the market.

At this moment, the thing in the corner reminded her of the sheep's body.

No, that's not a sheep, but... a person.

Someone whose whole skin has been peeled off.

The whole body is pink, white, and red, with no skin at all, and is filled with all kinds of flesh and blood fibers that make people want to vomit.

"Look, Yu Yan."

"I'm so happy to see you 'over here' that I can't help but want to show off my progress to you."

The young man smiled.

Zong Shichan closed his eyes.

"Yu Yan, don't you always praise my craftsmanship? Why don't you look or speak?"

"Oh, it's my fault, I forgot this..."

The young man reached out and tore off the tape from Zong Shichan's mouth.

"You can speak now, Yu Yan."

Zong Shichan opened his eyes and glanced at the young man with a cold gaze.

Then, she took a deep breath, and the energy in her body started to gather in her throat.

"--save--"

An extremely loud sound came from her mouth, but she only uttered one word before the young man whose expression changed reached out to cover it.

"Uh-huh--"

"Yu Yan, what are you doing? This will cause others to come and disturb us."

"I understand. You must have just woken up in the world here, and you are still a little unconscious, right... It doesn't matter. We have enough time now. Come on, let's change places..."

The young man with dark circles whispered softly and put the tape back on Zong Shichan's mouth.

Then, as if handling a rare treasure, he carefully picked it up and walked out of the warehouse. Then he kicked his feet, moved left and right, and quickly left the Hupo Dojo.

Zong Shichan looked anxious.

what to do? !

…

"Where is Senior Brother Zhang?"

In the banquet hall, the disciples of Jinfeng Dojo were sitting around a table, Chen Wenyan frowned and said.

"I don't know, just in the blink of an eye, he disappeared... maybe he went to the toilet?"

Su Bijing said casually.

Chen Wenyan had a bad feeling for no reason.

At this time, in the entire banquet hall, all the masters who had mastered the internal organs and had excellent hearing changed their expressions and heard some strange sounds.

At the main table in the center, Zong Jinkui, who was chatting with Xue Jing, frowned, slapped the table, and stood up suddenly.

"It's the sound of cicadas!"

"problem occurs!"

"Quick, find it quickly!"

He ordered anxiously, and all the disciples around him immediately responded and dispersed.

Immediately, Zong Jinkui didn't care to leave any words behind. He burst out with all his strength, smashed the wall with a bang, and rushed towards the source of the sound.

Seeing this, the guests present looked at each other in shock.

"what happened?"

Xue Jing was blessed with skills and had excellent hearing. He also heard the sound. He narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a while, and whispered to Meng Qingjiao who was eating fiercely next to him:

"Senior sister, something isn't quite right. I'll go over and take a look."

Both sides of Meng Qingjiao's mouth were stuffed. When she saw Xue Jing disappearing after finishing her words, she blinked, reached out and grabbed two large chicken legs from a plate of roast chicken, and stood up. , followed Xue Jing.

…

A remote warehouse, this is where the sound comes from.

Xue Jing walked in the warehouse, his eyes burning with black flames, and the dark environment could not block his sight at all.

At this time, Zong Jinkui and other Hupo Dojo master disciples had already been here, but they couldn't find anyone, so they hurriedly left and looked elsewhere.

"Interesting... Skinned Man? Quite a coincidence."

He looked at the skinless corpse in the corner and muttered to himself.

After thinking for a while, he closed his eyes.

Everything around him, as he began to visualize, all the details were reflected in his mind, down to the last detail.

In the space of consciousness, the scene that just happened began to be simulated and embodied based on all the details.

A disciple of the Hupo Dojo was standing outside the warehouse door, yawning out of boredom.

Immediately, a man about 1.8 meters tall came here holding something, and waved his sword casually...

As more and more details come to mind, the scene of the visualization is gradually completed.

Xue Jing opened her eyes, walked out of the warehouse, looked around, and then galloped away in one direction.

If the young man with dark circles saw this scene, he would be surprised to find that the position of Xue Jing's footsteps and all the routes of action were exactly the same as his.

…

More than half an hour later.

The young man held Zong Shi Chan and galloped through the city in a hidden and fast manner. Unknowingly, he had arrived at Nancheng District from Dongcheng District.

"We are almost there, Yu Yan."

He lowered his head and said softly.

Zong Shichan's mouth was sealed by the footsteps, and he could not speak, but his eyes gradually became desperate, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

'Who can...save me...'

'Grandpa...Xue Jing...'

'help me……'

The little girl cried in her heart.

At this time.

On the other side of the dark night.

A colorful firework like a shooting star, pulling a long tail flame, rushed from the horizon.

At that moment, all the passers-by looked up and admired the beauty of the fireworks.

At that moment, the young man with dark circles was caught off guard, his most precious treasure was taken away, and his eyes were about to burst.

At that moment, the little girl who was saved by the colorful meteor and held in her arms stared blankly at the silver-white eyes that she thought about day and night.

The flames in the night sky lingered for a long time.

This eternal scene was engraved in Zong Shichan's young mind.

"...You were actually kidnapped by such a pervert. I hope you can forget this experience as soon as possible and don't leave a shadow. Otherwise, it will be difficult to achieve great success in martial arts in the future."

Xue Jing smiled, reached out to tear off the tape on the little girl's mouth, and wiped the tears from her eyes.

Zong Shichan's face was red, and his heart was beating wildly. He almost felt that it would jump out of his throat at the next moment.

This... Who can forget it!!!

...

(I fell asleep while writing... I thought that since the update was late, I would try to write more...)