blenderwars Chapter 110 Young Yang Guo
Chapter 110 Young Yang Guo
"Eat."
Gu Qianbei spoke softly, her tone even carrying a hint of gentleness.
The boy was stunned, his bright eyes staring straight at Gu Qianbei, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"You gave it to me?"
"What? You don't want it?"
Gu Qianbei laughed.
"Yes! Why not!"
The boy snatched the roast chicken, tore off a leg, and popped it into his mouth.
"Hot! Hot! Hot!"
The boy grimaced from the heat, but still managed not to spit out the chicken in his mouth.
He only swallowed the chicken after it had been stir-fried in his mouth again.
The way they ate was really not very good.
But Gu Qianbei didn't care.
A hungry boy has no time to worry about table manners.
Gu Qianbei smiled, leaned against the statue, picked up the Cangguang gourd, and took a sip.
The boy ate the chicken very quickly, and soon he had eaten most of it.
When only one chicken leg was left, the boy hesitated for a moment, then walked up to Gu Qian's cup noodles and handed the chicken leg over.
"I'm full, here's the chicken leg back."
Gu Qianbei looked at the boy with some surprise.
He's lying.
Although the chicken was not small, it might not be enough to satisfy a hungry boy, even if he ate it all.
In this situation, the fact that he could still restrain his desires is quite remarkable.
The reason Gu Qianbei was given a chicken leg was obviously because he hadn't eaten dinner and was afraid he would go hungry.
After Gu Qianbei offered warmth to the boy, the boy also considered Gu Qianbei's feelings. This boy is not a bad person.
You could even say they are loyal and devoted to their friends.
"What, you think my hands are dirty?"
The boy's tone was harsh and awkward, his eyes stubborn, but beneath it lay a hint of barely concealed inferiority.
What a sensitive little guy.
Gu Qianbei put Cang Guanghu aside, took the chicken leg, and took a bite.
"My cooking skills are still as good as ever."
Gu Qianbei couldn't help but praise herself.
Seeing Gu Qianbei take the chicken leg, the young man breathed a slight sigh of relief.
But then Gu Qianbei pulled out a white steamed bun from somewhere with her left hand and tossed it to the boy.
"Eating only meat isn't healthy, let's have some steamed buns to tide us over."
The boy was taken aback, but without any hesitation, he started eating the white steamed bun.
The irresistible aroma of the steamed buns made him unable to resist.
He hadn't eaten such good steamed buns in a long time.
Gu Qianbei ate a chicken leg, looked at the boy, and sighed inwardly at the hardships of this world.
"Little one, what's your name?"
"My name is Yang Guo, and I'm not a child! I'll be fourteen soon!"
The boy seemed quite sensitive to the term "child" and loudly objected, as if doing so would make him appear very mature.
Gu Qianbei was slightly taken aback when she heard the boy's name.
Yang Guo?
The Return of the Condor Heroes?
Gu Qianbei carefully examined the boy and found that his face, beneath the grime, was indeed angular and handsome.
"The Iron Spear Temple seems to be the place where Yang Kang died. If that's the case, then this guy really is Yang Guo."
Gu Qianbei muttered to himself, then pressed on, "Yang Guo, that's a good name. Where are your parents? I see you have some martial arts skills; who taught you?"
"My father's name was Yang Kang, and he died before I was born. My mother's name was Mu Nianci, and she died a little over a year ago. She taught me all these skills."
With these skills, none of the local thugs can beat me.
As Yang Guo spoke, he first showed some pride, but then a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.
After his mother died, he felt he had lost his purpose in life and lived in a daze.
Upon hearing this, Gu Qianbei thought to himself, "Just as I thought."
"It seems we've found something incredible—the Young Condor Hero!"
Gu Qianbei sighed deeply at Yang Guo's fate.
He spent his entire life paying the price for Yang Kang's sins.
If Yang Kang hadn't been such a wicked and evil man, he might have been Guo Jing's direct descendant, a top disciple of the Quanzhen School, and the new leader of the Beggars' Sect, becoming the number one person in the world before he turned thirty.
A promising talent, but instead of getting the best development, he suffered hardships that many people cannot endure in their entire lives.
Ultimately, it was the truth that the previous generation kept hiding that caused him to take many detours.
"I see you have good physique and are a good prospect for martial arts. How about it? Do you want to become my disciple? I'll teach you to read and write, and also teach you some self-defense skills, so you won't have to do these fake ghost stories anymore."
"You want to take me as your apprentice?"
Yang Guo was taken aback when he heard this. He never expected that this seemingly wealthy young master would actually consider taking him, a destitute orphan, as his disciple.
Is there another motive?
No, what could an orphan like myself, who is like a beggar, possibly have that would make the other party covet me?
Yang Guo looked at Gu Qianbei and felt that the other's gaze was very complicated.
There was appreciation, sympathy, and expectation, but no malice whatsoever.
For Yang Guo, he had suffered too many scornful looks over the years and was most sensitive to the malice of others.
He hadn't seen such a gentle look in his eyes for a long time.
In that gaze, he even felt a warmth he had only ever felt from his mother.
That feeling left Yang Guo momentarily lost in thought.
Over the years, he has become accustomed to cold looks and humiliation, and has long since become used to wrapping himself up tightly with stubbornness and unruliness, for fear of revealing even a little vulnerability.
But at this moment, that gentle gaze was like the warm sun in winter, shining on his heart, making his nose tingle slightly and his throat feel a little dry.
But as soon as this tenderness began to emerge, the boy's strong sense of pride immediately suppressed it.
He abruptly turned his face away, wiping away the tears that had just welled up in the corners of his eyes.
"You really want to take me as your apprentice?"
Yang Guo, fearing it might be a misperception, couldn't help but ask again.
"Of course. I wouldn't joke about something like that."
Gu Qianbei's face still held a gentle smile.
Under this gentle approach, Yang Guo finally let go of all his worries, knelt down on the ground with a thud, and kowtowed three times.
"Disciple Yang Guo greets Master!"
Yang Guo is a man of great loyalty and righteousness. Now that he has chosen Gu Qianbei, he will protect his master, who pulled him out of the mire, even at the cost of his own life.
Gu Qianbei smiled slightly, gently lifted Yang Guo up with his right hand, and with a flash of golden light, helped him up.
"this……"
Yang Guo stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.
Did I somehow find myself to have a divine master?
This method is unlike that of ordinary people in the martial arts world.
"The meaning is conveyed, there's no need to be so polite."
"Master, what is the name of our sect? What kind of martial art were you just using?"
Unable to contain his curiosity, Yang Guo asked excitedly.
He's still just a kid.
"I don't have a sect. I'm a brewer who runs a winery called Qianchousi Si. You can use that as the name of your sect."
As for the martial art I just used, it's called the Golden Light Mantra. It comes from the Taoist school and is the foundation of my school's martial arts.
If you'd like, I can teach you later.
"A Thousand Sorrows...The Brewer? The Golden Light Mantra!"
Yang Guo was surprised to hear this, never expecting that his master was actually a winemaker.
"Thank you, Master!"
Yang Guo was overjoyed when he heard that Gu Qianbei was going to teach him the Golden Light Mantra.
He was a smart man and could tell that Gu Qianbei was no ordinary person.
To be able to become his disciple would be the greatest fortune of one's life.
Suddenly, Yang Guo felt that his previously bleak future had become bright.