The Young Ranger Jiang Yin

"After fighting for a lifetime, it's time to have a result."

Ouyang Feng said this and looked at Yang Guo.

"father……"

"My dear son, I am very happy to have you as my successor when my time is coming. I think you are a child with great fortune and will not die as young as my son Ke.

If you can reach the pinnacle of martial arts in the future, remember to burn a stick of incense at my grave. Let me be happy for you too."

There were tears in Yang Guo's eyes, and he immediately nodded vigorously when he heard that.

"I will definitely try my best, Dad."

"Good son, good son..."

The smile on Ouyang Feng's face had not completely faded, but he was already dead.

"father!"

Yang Guo looked very sad, and tears welled up in his eyes.

There weren't many people in this world who loved him, and now one more person was gone. He was overwhelmed with grief, and for a moment he couldn't control his emotions. Jiang Yin and Hong Qigong saw this scene, looked at each other, and both felt a little emotional.

Who could have thought that the great master Ouyang Feng would die in these desolate mountains and wilderness.

"I have fought for my whole life. It is only when you are about to die that I have a little more respect for you. Rest in peace, old poisoner."

Hong Qigong said in a low voice, picked up the vermilion wine gourd at his waist, opened the lid, and poured the sorghum wine all over the floor.

An hour later, Ouyang Feng's tombstone was completed on the top of the mountain.

"Dad, you and my Yang family have been entangled for a lifetime. Even I don't know whether I should hate you or respect you. But no matter what, you saved my life, and I, Yang Guo, will never forget it.

I apologize to you on behalf of my late father Yang Kang. If you can meet again in another world, please don’t bring the hatred with you.”

After Yang Guo finished speaking, he kowtowed three times towards the tombstone.

Hong Qigong, who was standing by, was greatly surprised when he heard this.

"Are you Yang Kang's son?"

Yang Guo nodded slightly.

"Senior Hong, please don't blame me for not telling you clearly beforehand. I also wanted to know what happened to my father, so when you mentioned my father in the story you told me last night, I didn't tell you right away."

"No wonder you looked so familiar to me the moment I saw you. You really look like Yang Kang."

After Hong Qigong sighed for a while, he said, "Now that you know the cause of Yang Kang's death, what do you want to do? Go and seek revenge on Jing'er and Rong'er?"

Yang Guo shook his head.

"My father brought this upon himself, and it backfired. If we want to seek revenge, we can't find the person who deserves it most is Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo.

You say he recognized the thief as his father, but am I not the same? Perhaps this is the fate of our Yang family."

Having said that, Yang Guo smiled bitterly.

Yang Kang acknowledges Wanyan Honglie, who killed his parents, as his father, and he acknowledges Ouyang Feng, who killed his father, as his adoptive father.

In this respect, the father and son are really alike.

In response to this, Yang Guo didn't know what to say except to smile bitterly at himself.

Jiang Yin was somewhat surprised to learn that Yang Guo had learned about his life experience from Hong Qigong.

Seeing Yang Guo like this, he said, "Brother Yang, you are you, and your father is your father. You don't have to feel ashamed of him. What's more, he has never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father.

In life, it is enough to be true to one's conscience. If one has no regrets, what else can one ask for? "

"Hahaha! What a good thing! You have a clear conscience, why ask for anything else! You are so young, but you have quite some insights."

While Hong Qigong was laughing, he also felt a lot more favorable towards Jiang Yin.

If he were a few decades younger, he would definitely consider taking Jiang Yin as his apprentice.

But when he thought about it carefully, he felt that he was marrying above his station.

Considering that Jiang Yin had already broken through to the Grandmaster level at the age of just over 20, he would definitely be able to catch up with him within ten years.

How can I talk about becoming Jiang Yin’s master?

Yang Guo was also thoughtful when he heard this.

"Thank you for your advice, Brother Jiang. I understand. But I have a problem in my heart that cannot be solved immediately. I think I can't go on the journey with you.

There is still some time before the March date agreed upon by my aunt, and I want to go around and have a look by myself. When the time comes, I will definitely go to Xiangyang."

Seeing that Yang Guo had made up his mind, Jiang Yin naturally would not stop him.

When things got to this point, his intention was fulfilled. Forcing people to do things against their will was not his principle.

"Okay. Be careful on your way."

Yang Guo nodded slightly, glanced at Ouyang Feng's tombstone, bowed to Jiang Yin and Hong Qigong, and left alone.

"This kid has a good character and good martial arts skills, much better than Yang Kang. If nothing unexpected happens to him, his achievements in the future will not be lower than Jing'er's."

Hong Qigong admired Yang Guo very much. Although he was not as good as the monster in front of him, he was also a first-class child of destiny.

"Where is Senior Hong going?"

Jiang Yin asked casually.

"Of course, I will continue to roam the world, doing good deeds, and eating all the delicious food."

"I'm afraid that Senior is just doing chivalrous deeds and is mainly responsible for eating delicious food?"

Facing Jiang Yin's joke, Hong Qigong just laughed and said, "Hahaha, you kid, you know the old beggar quite well."

"Senior, it's a rare fate for us to meet. Can I invite you to have a good meal at the restaurant in town? Firstly, it can help you get rid of your fatigue in the past few days. Secondly, it can be regarded as a way to express my gratitude for your guidance.

"The senior's Dog Beating Stick Technique has benefited me a lot." "It's rare that someone invites me to dinner, so I won't be polite. But forget about the favor of teaching me the Dog Beating Stick Technique, that's your own ability, I don't want to take credit for it."

Hong Qigong agreed immediately, but he did not think that Jiang Yin's breakthrough was his own credit.

Jiang Yin didn't force it.

At that moment, the old man and the young man also left the top of the mountain, leaving only this lonely grave on the huge mountain top.

Wuxi City, Yuelai Inn.

Jiang Yin and Hong Qigong raised their glasses and drank together, looking quite comfortable.

"Hahaha, I haven't drunk so happily in several days."

Hong Qigong drank three small jars of sorghum wine in a row, and his mouth was full of oil.

He came from the Beggars' Sect, so naturally he didn't care about his image.

Jiang Yin just smiled when he saw this, and took the small cup and drank slowly.

As the two were eating and drinking, they suddenly saw a large number of Beggar Gang disciples gathering on the street outside the window.

"Old Master Hong, something big seems to have happened to your Beggars' Sect. Look, so many people are gathered together, and they seem to be going somewhere." "Hmm?"

Hearing this, Hong Qigong looked over.

"They are disciples of the Jingyi Sect. They should be going to deal with Xixia Yipintang, right? I heard that Yipintang gathered a group of experts and sneaked into the Song Dynasty. I don't know what they want to do."

"I see."

Jiang Yin also knew this news.

Because the source of this news was the deceased Yun Zhonghe.

Hong Qigong thought for a moment, then said, "Forget it, I, an old beggar, will go over and take a look. This Xixia Yipintang is not simple, and there may be the shadow of the Yuan Dynasty behind it.

You still have to worry about what you need to worry about.”