Chapter 157: Repentan e of the Haughty Dragon (10)
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" How's that?"
" Well, you will strip me of all that I know!"
" You've started a good work, why not go to the end! Teach him therefore the Eighteen Palms, that would be an accomplishment!"
" Peuh, that would be an accomplishment for you two, but not for me…"
Huang Rong, full of worry, wondered what strategems she could invent to get Qi Gong to teach the three remaining blows to Guo Jing, but the old beggar did not give her the time: hitching his gourd over the back again, he left without speaking further.
Guo Jing chased after him, but Qi Gong went so quickly that he had disappeared in a wink. The young man raced to the pines and cried, "Qi Gong, Qi Gong!" Huang Rong had followed him and joined her cries to his.
Sudden, a shadow arose from the pines, it was Qi Gong, who addressed them angrily:
" You have already taught us too much," said Guo Jing. " I am more than satisfied, how could I wish to want more? It's only that I did not thank you once again for your kindness!"
He knelt then and kowtowed, striking the ground with his forehead, several times.
Qi Gong paled:
" Stop," he cried, " That which I taught you, is nothing other than a suitable payment for the small dishes that she prepared for me. There has never been a relationship of master and disciple between us!"
At that, he knelt also and himself kowtowed in front of Guo Jing. Stunned, he attempted to kowtow again, but Qi Gong extended a hand and touched on a point under the armpit of the young man, who remained petrified, legs half bent. The beggar released him only after to have prostrated itself four times in front of him:
" Remember, you," he cautioned, " Never mention that you kowtowed to me and that you are my disciple!"
Understanding that he had a stubborn character, Guo Jing didn't attempt to contradict him.
" Qi Gong," sighed Huang Rong, " you were so good for us, now we must part. I had the intention to prepare you again small dishes, when we would review ourselves, but… Unfortunately… I fear that this be not anymore possible… "
" And why not?" Qi Gong asked.
" Many people want to do evil to us… leaving aside that old monster Immortal Ginseng, there are many more evildoers! One day, we will end up dying at their hands!"
" What is death?" Qi Gong said with a smile. " Everyone must die one day."
" Of course," replied Huang Rong while shaking the head, " it's not a big deal to die, but I'm scared that they would capture me and, learning that I received your teaching and that I cooked for you, they would force me to do them all these flat vouchers that I prepared you. This would be a stain on your reputation!"
Qi Gong knew well that the girl was trying to trick more skills out of him, but, at the thought that someone might force her to cook, while himself could not taste these succulent dishes, he couldn't prevent himself from feeling great anger.
"Who are these villains that scare you?" he demanded.
" There is," replied Huang Rong, " a certain old monster of the Yellow River, Sha Tongtian. He eats in such a disgusting way! What a shame it would be for him to have my delicious dishes!"
" There's no need to fear Sha Tongtian!" said Qi Gong while shaking his head. " In one or two years, this dummy Guo Jing will be stronger than him. There's nothing to fear…"
Huang Rong mentioned again the Tibetan monk Ling Zhi and Peng Lianhu. To which Qi Gong replied again: " Nothing to fear!"
But when Huang Rong mentioned the young master of White Camel Peak, Ouyang Ke, Qi Gong seemed taken aback. He questioned her on the techniques and moves of this new opponent, before nodding his head:
" That's indeed him!"
In front of the seriousness of his face, the girl s'inquiéta herself:
" He's very powerful, isn't that right?"
" There's nothing to fear from Ouyang Ke!" said Qi Gong. " It's his uncle, the old Venom, that is fearsome."
" The old Venom? But no matter how fearsome, he cannot be stronger than you, isn't that right?"
Qi Gong didn't reply. He thought for a while, before he stated:
" At the time, we were equals. But that was twenty years ago… For those twenty years, he's surely trained harder than me, who's lazy and gluttonous. Huh, but to beat this old beggar, nonetheless, won't be easy… "
" Then he certainly can't beat you!"
" We will see," said Qi Gong, shaking his head. " Good, since the nephew of the old Venom, Ouyang Feng, is after your head, we must be careful. I will eat of your cooking for fifteen days. But let's make one thing clear: if, during these fifteen days, you present the same dish to me twice, I'll get up and say good-bye…"
Huang Rong was delighted. She was decided to give the measure of all sound talent: thus, not only she never repeated the same dish, but she proposed even infinite variations in the accompaniment in noodles and rice, in different takings to every meals: fried doughnuts to the frying pan, steamed stuffed dough boulettes, ravioli to the vapor, flat noodles in broth, Cantonese rice, soft rice, rice cake slimy, Rice, tofu, etc. Qi Gong, for his part, himself took pains to teach the two young people the art to adapt itself to all the fight positions, to react and to better defend themselves. Only, he never taught the three blows lacking in the « Eighteen Dragon-Mastering Palms». Guo Jing deepened of course his mastery of the fifteen blows, but he increased equally in the power of all the martial arts he had learned with the Jiangnan Odd Six. Qi Gong had, before the age of thirty-five, practiced a very diversified gongfu, learning innumerable fist techniques and of palm, among which ones he deliberately chose bizarre types for Huang Rong, but it was just as a joke. These techniques were beautiful to look at, but their real effectiveness in battle were far inferior to the fifteen Palms, simple and direct. Huang Rong herself looked only to have fun, without really to invest herself in this apprenticeship.
As dawn arose the next day, Guo Jing was already in the forest practicing the first move of "The 18-Dragon Subduing Palms," "The Proud Dragon Shows Remorse." He began to sweat heavily after 20 minutes of drilling but felt encouraged by his progress. Then he heard voices approaching him.
"Master, we walked over 30 miles this time, right?" one voice said.
"Yes, your endurance has improved slightly," the other voice said.
The spoken dialects sounded familiar to Guo Jing. Soon, four people came into view, lead by a young man with white hair. He was none other than Guo Jing's greatest foe, Liang Ziweng, the immortal ginseng fairy.
Silently cursing, Guo Jing turned to run away, but Liang Ziweng already recognized him. "Where can you run?" he said as he and his disciples began their pursuit. They broke up into three groups to catch Guo Jing.
"If I can get out of the forest and make it back to the inn, I'll be safe," Guo Jing thought as he started running faster.
Liang Ziweng's top disciple intercepted Guo Jing, crossed his palms and shouted, "Little thief, kneel to me!" Using a powerful technique taught by his master, the disciple tried to grab Guo Jing's chest.
As he shouted back, Guo Jing slightly crouched, bent his right arm and made a circle with his right palm, beginning, for the first time outside of practice, "The Proud Dragon Shows Remorse."
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" How's that?"
" Well, you will strip me of all that I know!"
" You've started a good work, why not go to the end! Teach him therefore the Eighteen Palms, that would be an accomplishment!"
" Peuh, that would be an accomplishment for you two, but not for me…"
Huang Rong, full of worry, wondered what strategems she could invent to get Qi Gong to teach the three remaining blows to Guo Jing, but the old beggar did not give her the time: hitching his gourd over the back again, he left without speaking further.
Guo Jing chased after him, but Qi Gong went so quickly that he had disappeared in a wink. The young man raced to the pines and cried, "Qi Gong, Qi Gong!" Huang Rong had followed him and joined her cries to his.
Sudden, a shadow arose from the pines, it was Qi Gong, who addressed them angrily:
" You have already taught us too much," said Guo Jing. " I am more than satisfied, how could I wish to want more? It's only that I did not thank you once again for your kindness!"
He knelt then and kowtowed, striking the ground with his forehead, several times.
Qi Gong paled:
" Stop," he cried, " That which I taught you, is nothing other than a suitable payment for the small dishes that she prepared for me. There has never been a relationship of master and disciple between us!"
At that, he knelt also and himself kowtowed in front of Guo Jing. Stunned, he attempted to kowtow again, but Qi Gong extended a hand and touched on a point under the armpit of the young man, who remained petrified, legs half bent. The beggar released him only after to have prostrated itself four times in front of him:
" Remember, you," he cautioned, " Never mention that you kowtowed to me and that you are my disciple!"
Understanding that he had a stubborn character, Guo Jing didn't attempt to contradict him.
" Qi Gong," sighed Huang Rong, " you were so good for us, now we must part. I had the intention to prepare you again small dishes, when we would review ourselves, but… Unfortunately… I fear that this be not anymore possible… "
" And why not?" Qi Gong asked.
" Many people want to do evil to us… leaving aside that old monster Immortal Ginseng, there are many more evildoers! One day, we will end up dying at their hands!"
" What is death?" Qi Gong said with a smile. " Everyone must die one day."
" Of course," replied Huang Rong while shaking the head, " it's not a big deal to die, but I'm scared that they would capture me and, learning that I received your teaching and that I cooked for you, they would force me to do them all these flat vouchers that I prepared you. This would be a stain on your reputation!"
Qi Gong knew well that the girl was trying to trick more skills out of him, but, at the thought that someone might force her to cook, while himself could not taste these succulent dishes, he couldn't prevent himself from feeling great anger.
"Who are these villains that scare you?" he demanded.
" There is," replied Huang Rong, " a certain old monster of the Yellow River, Sha Tongtian. He eats in such a disgusting way! What a shame it would be for him to have my delicious dishes!"
" There's no need to fear Sha Tongtian!" said Qi Gong while shaking his head. " In one or two years, this dummy Guo Jing will be stronger than him. There's nothing to fear…"
Huang Rong mentioned again the Tibetan monk Ling Zhi and Peng Lianhu. To which Qi Gong replied again: " Nothing to fear!"
But when Huang Rong mentioned the young master of White Camel Peak, Ouyang Ke, Qi Gong seemed taken aback. He questioned her on the techniques and moves of this new opponent, before nodding his head:
" That's indeed him!"
In front of the seriousness of his face, the girl s'inquiéta herself:
" He's very powerful, isn't that right?"
" There's nothing to fear from Ouyang Ke!" said Qi Gong. " It's his uncle, the old Venom, that is fearsome."
" The old Venom? But no matter how fearsome, he cannot be stronger than you, isn't that right?"
Qi Gong didn't reply. He thought for a while, before he stated:
" At the time, we were equals. But that was twenty years ago… For those twenty years, he's surely trained harder than me, who's lazy and gluttonous. Huh, but to beat this old beggar, nonetheless, won't be easy… "
" Then he certainly can't beat you!"
" We will see," said Qi Gong, shaking his head. " Good, since the nephew of the old Venom, Ouyang Feng, is after your head, we must be careful. I will eat of your cooking for fifteen days. But let's make one thing clear: if, during these fifteen days, you present the same dish to me twice, I'll get up and say good-bye…"
Huang Rong was delighted. She was decided to give the measure of all sound talent: thus, not only she never repeated the same dish, but she proposed even infinite variations in the accompaniment in noodles and rice, in different takings to every meals: fried doughnuts to the frying pan, steamed stuffed dough boulettes, ravioli to the vapor, flat noodles in broth, Cantonese rice, soft rice, rice cake slimy, Rice, tofu, etc. Qi Gong, for his part, himself took pains to teach the two young people the art to adapt itself to all the fight positions, to react and to better defend themselves. Only, he never taught the three blows lacking in the « Eighteen Dragon-Mastering Palms». Guo Jing deepened of course his mastery of the fifteen blows, but he increased equally in the power of all the martial arts he had learned with the Jiangnan Odd Six. Qi Gong had, before the age of thirty-five, practiced a very diversified gongfu, learning innumerable fist techniques and of palm, among which ones he deliberately chose bizarre types for Huang Rong, but it was just as a joke. These techniques were beautiful to look at, but their real effectiveness in battle were far inferior to the fifteen Palms, simple and direct. Huang Rong herself looked only to have fun, without really to invest herself in this apprenticeship.
As dawn arose the next day, Guo Jing was already in the forest practicing the first move of "The 18-Dragon Subduing Palms," "The Proud Dragon Shows Remorse." He began to sweat heavily after 20 minutes of drilling but felt encouraged by his progress. Then he heard voices approaching him.
"Master, we walked over 30 miles this time, right?" one voice said.
"Yes, your endurance has improved slightly," the other voice said.
The spoken dialects sounded familiar to Guo Jing. Soon, four people came into view, lead by a young man with white hair. He was none other than Guo Jing's greatest foe, Liang Ziweng, the immortal ginseng fairy.
Silently cursing, Guo Jing turned to run away, but Liang Ziweng already recognized him. "Where can you run?" he said as he and his disciples began their pursuit. They broke up into three groups to catch Guo Jing.
"If I can get out of the forest and make it back to the inn, I'll be safe," Guo Jing thought as he started running faster.
Liang Ziweng's top disciple intercepted Guo Jing, crossed his palms and shouted, "Little thief, kneel to me!" Using a powerful technique taught by his master, the disciple tried to grab Guo Jing's chest.
As he shouted back, Guo Jing slightly crouched, bent his right arm and made a circle with his right palm, beginning, for the first time outside of practice, "The Proud Dragon Shows Remorse."
" How's that?"" Well, you will strip me of all that I know!"" You've started a good work, why not go to the end! Teach him therefore the Eighteen Palms, that would be an accomplishment!"" Peuh, that would be an accomplishment for you two, but not for me"Huang Rong, full of worry, wondered what strategems she could invent to get Qi Gong to teach the three remaining blows to Guo Jing, but the old beggar did not give her the time: hitching his gourd over the back again, he left without speaking further.Guo Jing chased after him, but Qi Gong went so quickly that he had disappeared in a wink. The young man raced to the pines and cried, "Qi Gong, Qi Gong!" Huang Rong had followed him and joined her cries to his.Sudden, a shadow arose from the pines, it was Qi Gong, who addressed them angrily:" You have already taught us too much," said Guo Jing. " I am more than satisfied, how could I wish to want more? It's only that I did not thank you once again for your kindness!"He knelt then and kowtowed, striking the ground with his forehead, several times.Qi Gong paled:" Stop," he cried, " That which I taught you, is nothing other than a suitable payment for the small dishes that she prepared for me. There has never been a relationship of master and disciple between us!"At that, he knelt also and himself kowtowed in front of Guo Jing. Stunned, he attempted to kowtow again, but Qi Gong extended a hand and touched on a point under the armpit of the young man, who remained petrified, legs half bent. The beggar released him only after to have prostrated itself four times in front of him:" Remember, you," he cautioned, " Never mention that you kowtowed to me and that you are my disciple!"Understanding that he had a stubborn character, Guo Jing didn't attempt to contradict him." Qi Gong," sighed Huang Rong, " you were so good for us, now we must part. I had the intention to prepare you again small dishes, when we would review ourselves, but Unfortunately I fear that this be not anymore possible "" And why not?" Qi Gong asked." Many people want to do evil to us leaving aside that old monster Immortal Ginseng, there are many more evildoers! One day, we will end up dying at their hands!"" What is death?" Qi Gong said with a smile. " Everyone must die one day."" Of course," replied Huang Rong while shaking the head, " it's not a big deal to die, but I'm scared that they would capture me and, learning that I received your teaching and that I cooked for you, they would force me to do them all these flat vouchers that I prepared you. This would be a stain on your reputation!"Qi Gong knew well that the girl was trying to trick more skills out of him, but, at the thought that someone might force her to cook, while himself could not taste these succulent dishes, he couldn't prevent himself from feeling great anger."Who are these villains that scare you?" he demanded." There is," replied Huang Rong, " a certain old monster of the Yellow River, Sha Tongtian. He eats in such a disgusting way! What a shame it would be for him to have my delicious dishes!"" There's no need to fear Sha Tongtian!" said Qi Gong while shaking his head. " In one or two years, this dummy Guo Jing will be stronger than him. There's nothing to fear"Huang Rong mentioned again the Tibetan monk Ling Zhi and Peng Lianhu. To which Qi Gong replied again: " Nothing to fear!"But when Huang Rong mentioned the young master of White Camel Peak, Ouyang Ke, Qi Gong seemed taken aback. He questioned her on the techniques and moves of this new opponent, before nodding his head:" That's indeed him!"In front of the seriousness of his face, the girl s'inquita herself:" He's very powerful, isn't that right?"" There's nothing to fear from Ouyang Ke!" said Qi Gong. " It's his uncle, the old Venom, that is fearsome."" The old Venom? But no matter how fearsome, he cannot be stronger than you, isn't that right?"Qi Gong didn't reply. He thought for a while, before he stated:" At the time, we were equals. But that was twenty years ago For those twenty years, he's surely trained harder than me, who's lazy and gluttonous. Huh, but to beat this old beggar, nonetheless, won't be easy "" Then he certainly can't beat you!"" We will see," said Qi Gong, shaking his head. " Good, since the nephew of the old Venom, Ouyang Feng, is after your head, we must be careful. I will eat of your cooking for fifteen days. But let's make one thing clear: if, during these fifteen days, you present the same dish to me twice, I'll get up and say good-bye"Huang Rong was delighted. She was decided to give the measure of all sound talent: thus, not only she never repeated the same dish, but she proposed even infinite variations in the accompaniment in noodles and rice, in different takings to every meals: fried doughnuts to the frying pan, steamed stuffed dough boulettes, ravioli to the vapor, flat noodles in broth, Cantonese rice, soft rice, rice cake slimy, Rice, tofu, etc. Qi Gong, for his part, himself took pains to teach the two young people the art to adapt itself to all the fight positions, to react and to better defend themselves. Only, he never taught the three blows lacking in the Eighteen Dragon-Mastering Palms. Guo Jing deepened of course his mastery of the fifteen blows, but he increased equally in the power of all the martial arts he had learned with the Jiangnan Odd Six. Qi Gong had, before the age of thirty-five, practiced a very diversified gongfu, learning innumerable fist techniques and of palm, among which ones he deliberately chose bizarre types for Huang Rong, but it was just as a joke. These techniques were beautiful to look at, but their real effectiveness in battle were far inferior to the fifteen Palms, simple and direct. Huang Rong herself looked only to have fun, without really to invest herself in this apprenticeship.As dawn arose the next day, Guo Jing was already in the forest practicing the first move of "The 18-Dragon Subduing Palms," "The Proud Dragon Shows Remorse." He began to sweat heavily after 20 minutes of drilling but felt encouraged by his progress. Then he heard voices approaching him."Master, we walked over 30 miles this time, right?" one voice said."Yes, your endurance has improved slightly," the other voice said.The spoken dialects sounded familiar to Guo Jing. Soon, four people came into view, lead by a young man with white hair. He was none other than Guo Jing's greatest foe, Liang Ziweng, the immortal ginseng fairy.Silently cursing, Guo Jing turned to run away, but Liang Ziweng already recognized him. "Where can you run?" he said as he and his disciples began their pursuit. They broke up into three groups to catch Guo Jing."If I can get out of the forest and make it back to the inn, I'll be safe," Guo Jing thought as he started running faster.Liang Ziweng's top disciple intercepted Guo Jing, crossed his palms and shouted, "Little thief, kneel to me!" Using a powerful technique taught by his master, the disciple tried to grab Guo Jing's chest.As he shouted back, Guo Jing slightly crouched, bent his right arm and made a circle with his right palm, beginning, for the first time outside of practice, "The Proud Dragon Shows Remorse."
