Chapter - 213 Deep Hatred For Father's Killer (7)

Jinlun Fawang said, "Your highness, I'll introduce you to a young hero. Though this brother Yang is young, he is an extraordinary personality."

Yang Guo knew that this Khubilai is Genghis Khan's grandson; if he didn't have a noble appearance then at least he should have a powerful air around him. How would he know that this person was just a Han speaking, modest and mild young man; he was rather surprised.

Khubilai studied Yang Guo. He pulled on Fawang with his left hand and then said to his servant, "Quickly bring some wine, I want to have a drink with this brother."

The servant brought in three bowls of Mongolian milk wine. Khubilai took a bowl and drank it all in one go. Fawang did the same. Yang Guo rarely drank wine, but now that the host has shown his hospitality, it wouldn't be appropriate to reject it; so he took the wine and drank it all in one go. He felt the wine was extremely harsh and rather sour.

Khubilai laughed, "Little brother, how beautiful is this wine?"

Yang Guo said, "This wine is harsh and sour, it's like a knife going into your mouth; the taste isn't great but this is something that a true man drinks."

Khubilai was pleased and called for more wine; each of them drank three bowls. Yang Guo's internal energy was profound enough; he maintained his composure as he drank.

Khubilai said with joy; "Protector, where did you find this talented young man? My Mongolia is really fortunate."

Jinlun Fawang then revealed Yang Guo's history to him; he played up Yang Guo with his words, describing him as if he was one of the eminent figures of the central plains. When Yang Guo heard how Jinlun Fawang described him, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Khubilai was ordered to take the Song land and has stayed in the central plains for a while now. He liked Han culture, his companion was Confucius; he read books and studied scriptures. He employed skilled martial artists, made acquaintances with them, planning to go south and attack the Song.

If it were another person who saw such a young man like Yang Guo, it would be difficult for them to accept Fawang's words. But Khubilai was a wise and supremely magnanimous and he also had believed Jinlun Fawang without question; he was delighted and ordered a feast.

In a short while a feast was set up, wine and food which included both Han and Mongolian dishes, the bowls overflowed.

Khubilai said to his servant, "Invite the heroes from the Virtuous Guesthouse." The servant complied and exited the tent.

Khubilai said, "Some able people have been made guests here in the past few days; it really is my country's luck to have these people. But the thing is, that they cannot compare with Fawang and gentleman Yang."

In the middle of this, the servant returned with the guests; the tent door opened and in came four people.

The first one that came in was tall and skinny, his face was pale, and he looked like a corpse. Khubilai introduced him to Fawang and Yang Guo, he was Xiangxi's Xiaoxiang Zi.

The second person was extremely short and dark; he was a skilled fighter from Tian Zhu (India), Nimoxing.

One of the last two was a strongly built eight foot tall person with a foolish laugh on his face and blank eyes. The other was high nosed deep eyed with crooked hair and a yellow beard; he was a Hu (from northern and western China) but he was wearing Han clothes. He wore pearls around his neck and jade bracelets on his wrists, a rich air surrounded him. Khubilai introduced them separately. The Han was from Huijiang; his name is Ma Guangzuo. The Hu was a merchant, his family traded treasures in Kaifeng, Cheung An Tai Yuan, his Chinese name was Yin Kexi.

When Nimoxing and Xiaoxiang Zi heard that Jinlun Fawang was the 'First Protector of Mongolia' they examined him coldly, their faces showed disrespect. When they saw the young Yang Guo, they thought that he was Fawang's disciple or grand disciple and didn't even give him another look.

After three rounds of wine, Nimoxing could endure it no longer and said, "Your highness, the lands of Mongolia are vast, this monk is the 'First Protector of Mongolia', his martial arts must be extremely good. I want to experience his skills."

Khubilai gave a subtle smile and didn't reply.

Xiaoxiang Zi followed on, "Brother Nimoxing is from India, Tibetan martial arts originates from India, could there such a thing as getting green from blue in this world? I don't really believe it."

Jinlun Fawang saw Nimoxing's eyes light up; Xiaoxiang Zi's face was exuding a green air; Fawang knew that these two people's internal energy was profound. Yin Kexi was laughing, using all his strength to produce an extremely uncultured and plain air; the more this person tries to show that he is unable, the greater the ability this person is likely to have. Fawang could not take him lightly; but he had no worries about the Han, Ma Guangzuo. He gave a wry laugh and said, "I was given the position of Protector because of the kindness of the Khan and the Fourth Prince. Originally I did not dare to accept this position."

Xiaoxiang Zi said, "Then you should give it up for a person more worthy." He glanced over at Nimoxing as he chuckled wryly.

Jinlun Fawang stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of beef, he laughed, "This is the fattest piece of beef on the plate. I originally didn't want to eat it but I just happened to stretch out my chopsticks and happened to pick this piece; I just accept it as fate. If you are interested, you can pick it yourself." He hung the piece of beef over the plate, waiting for each one of them to come and take it.

Ma Guangzuo did not understand the meaning behind Jinlun Fawang's words; he was talking about a piece of beef, but in reality he was referring to the position of the 'First Protector of Mongolia'. When Ma Guangzuo saw him offering the piece of beef, he stretched out his chopsticks to catch it. His chopsticks were about to touch the beef when Fawang suddenly swept out one of his chopsticks and lightly touched his chopsticks. Ma Guangzuo felt his arm tremble with great intensity; he couldn't hold on to them and the pair of chopsticks fell onto the table. Fawang's chopstick returned in time to keep hold of the piece of beef. The others looked at each other startled.

Ma Guangzuo still did not understand, he picked up the chopsticks and held onto them tightly with his five fingers, he thought, "This time you won't be able to knock it away…" He stretched his chopsticks towards the piece of beef.

Fawang did the same thing again, sweeping out one chopstick. This time, Ma Guangzuo was holding them tightly, indeed Fawang could not knock them out of his hands but a 'ka la' sound was heard, the chopsticks broke into four pieces as if a knife had sliced through them and two pieces of chopsticks dropped onto the table.

Ma Guangzuo was furious; he called out and threw himself forward to battle Fawang.

Khubilai laughed, "There's no need to get angry warrior Ma, if you want to duel, there's time to do this after we've eaten."

Ma Guangzuo was afraid of his highness; he returned to his seat and pointed to Fawang, shouting, "What witchcraft did you use to break my chopsticks?"

Jinlun Fawang laughed, still holding out the piece of beef in front of him.

At first, Nimoxing did not have any respect for Jinlun Fawang, but after seeing how profound his internal energy was, he did not dare to continue looking down on him. He was an Indian; when he ate he did not use chopsticks, he just stretched out his hand and said, "I want to eat this piece of beef that the big Han couldn't take." His five fingers came out suddenly like a metal claw towards the beef. Fawang swept out his right chopstick, it moved like lightning as he attacked the pressure points on his palm, arm, wrist and the tip of his middle finger.