Chapter 161: Repentan e of the Haughty Dragon (14)
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"Who do you fear?" Hong Qicong said.
"I am afraid we won't be able to deal with the immortal ginseng fairy," Huang Rong said. "I fear that we will die at his hands."
"Death follows death," Hong Qicong laughed. "Who doesn't die?"
"I don't fear death," Huang Rong reasoned. "I fear being captured and it being made known that I followed your teachings and made you food. They might compel me to make for them the same dishes I made for you - the dishes I learned from the Jade Flute family on Plum Blossom island, including the '24 Bridges on a Moonlit Night.' Wouldn't you be embarrassed if others kept eating these?"
Hong Qicong knew Huang Rong was just trying to get him to teach them more kung fu. But when he thought about others eating her sumptuous dishes, he couldn't bear the thought. "Who are these people?" he said.
"There is the Yellow River ghost, Sha Tongtian, who might eat my dishes," Huang Rong said. "He would spoil all my little dishes."
Hong Qicong shook his head and said, "What can Sha Tongtian do? In another one to two years, Guo Jing can surpass him if he practices."
Huang Rong then suggested the Tibetan monk Ling Zhi and Peng Lianhu.
"Their techniques are like farts." Hong Qicong said. "What can they do?"
Then Huang Rong mentioned the master of White Camel Mountain, Ouyang Ke.
Shuddering, Hong Qicong asked about the styles employed by Ouyang Ke. After hearing Huang Rong's description, he said, "Yes, it's him!"
Huang Rong noticed Hong Qicong's serious expression. "This Ouyang Ke is very powerful?" she said.
"What can this Ouyang Ke do but fart?" Hong Qicong said. "No, it is his uncle, the old poison, who is very strong."
"The old poison?" Huang Rong said. "He might be strong to others but surely not to you."
Hong Qicong didn't answer and looked as if he were deeply contemplating the matter.
"We weren't too far apart over 20 years ago," he said finally. "But in the 20 years since then, he must have made great progress in his skills compared to me, given that he isn't lazy or gluttonous like me."
Hong Qicong laughed. "That isn't to say he would find me easy to deal with."
"He can't possibly defeat you," Huang Rong said.
Hong Qicong shook his head.
"That remains to be seen," he said. "Fine, old poison's nephew will certainly be difficult for you to deal with, but he's not that big of a problem. I will stay with you for another half month, and you will make me two dishes every day. But if you repeat one dish, I will immediately leave you."
After getting her heart's desire, Huang Rong proceeded to make a number of different dishes with skillful variations, including pot stickers, various dumplings, fried rice, lunar new year cakes, steamed rolls and rice noodles.
Hong Qicong taught them the essence of fighting by reacting to the enemy and changing the defense of the body. He did not teach the last three moves of the "18 Dragon-Subduing Palms"
Nevertheless, Guo Jing's understanding of the first 15 palms solidified under Hong Qicong's continued tutelage, as did the skills he learned from the Six Freaks of Jiangnan. His improvement was not negligible.
In over 35 years of training in the martial arts, Hong Qicong had learned a lot of diverse techniques. He passed on some of these strange fist techniques to Huang Rong Although the skills possessed many strange variations, the techniques were inferior to the simple power of the first 15 palms of the "18 Dragon-Subduing Palms." Furthermore, Huang Rong only learned them to amuse herself.
Guo Jing was practicing his palms one evening, when Huang Rong climed a tree to gather bamboo shoots and plums for an unconventional dish called "The Three Friends of Winter," which tastes of three distinct flavors.
Hong Qicong couldn't stop himself from drooling. He then suddenly bent into a thicket of grass and fished out a two-foot-long blue snake.
"Snake!" Huang Rong shouted.
With his left hand, Hong Qicong lightly pushed Huang Rong on her shoulder, forcing her a few feet away.
The thick patch of grass rustled again, revealing more snakes. Hong Qicong struck each snake with the doggy-beating stick on the center of its head. The blow immediately killed them.
Huang Rong shouted as her face colored. Two snakes didn't flee from Hong Qicong. They climbed the tree and bit Huang Rong.
Hong Qicong knew the blue snakes, although small, possessed a highly venomous poison without compare. He immediately wanted to cure Huang Rong, but suddenly a large hoard of blues snakes materialized. He grabbed Huang Rong by her waistband and took Guo Jing's hand before running back to the inn. There, he knelt to examine Huang Rong and discovered her complexion to be normal. "How?" he said.
"It's not a problem," Huang Rong laughed.
Fear struck Guo Jing when he saw the two snakes bite Huang Rong. He reached down to pull them off of her body.
Hong Qicong told Guo Jing to be careful. As Guo Jing prepared himself to remove the snakes, he noticed blood dripping from their heads. They were already dead.
Hong Qicong understood. "Your father gave you his soft hedgehog armor."
When the snakes bit Huang Rong, they were immediately killed by the spikes on her armor, which pierced their heads.
Guo Jing went to pull the other snake off of Huang Rong when more snakes emerged from the forest.
Hong Qicong placed a yellow herb in his mouth and chewed.
By this time, over a thousand snakes had emerged from the forest. Many more were out of the sight of the heroes.
"Master Hong, let's get out of here," Guo Jing said.
Hong Qicong didn't answer. Instead, he unstopped his gourd and took a large swig from it. He mixed the yellow herb with the wine, which he spit from left to right, creating an arc in front of the three.
When one blue snake attempted to cross the medicated wine, it immediately keeled over. None of the other blue snakes dared to cross the wine afterwards. Indeed, the ones in the front attempted to retreat, but more snakes were emerging from the forest. Both groups crashed into one another causing a great deal of chaos.
Huang Rong clapped her hands and shouted in pleasure.
The forest suddenly emitted a strange noise before three men dressed in white emerged from it. They used a pole to shepherd the snakes as if they were oxen.
Huang Rong found this all amusing. But then she suddenly felt like vomiting.
Hong Qicong struck at a snake with his doggy-beating stick. He then took the snake and used two fingers to extract its gallbladder.
"Quickly swallow this," he said to Huang Rong. "Don't bite or chew them, or you will feel pain."
After swallowing the gallbladders, Huang Rong's chest immediately felt at ease.
"Brother Jing, do you feel dizzy?" Huang Rong said.
Guo Jing shook his head.
Because he drank the blood of the giant snake, Guo Jing had become impervious to over a hundred poisons. The snakes also felt fear whenever they smelled the scent of the blood on Guo Jing. When they emerged from the forest, they were really after just Hong Qicong and Huang Rong.
"Master Hong, these snakes were raised by people," Huang Rong said.
Hong Qicong nodded and angrily glared at the three men in white.
The three men were also angry after they saw Hong Qicong feed the gallbladder to Huang Rong. They reorganized the snake line.
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"Who do you fear?" Hong Qicong said.
"I am afraid we won't be able to deal with the immortal ginseng fairy," Huang Rong said. "I fear that we will die at his hands."
"Death follows death," Hong Qicong laughed. "Who doesn't die?"
"I don't fear death," Huang Rong reasoned. "I fear being captured and it being made known that I followed your teachings and made you food. They might compel me to make for them the same dishes I made for you - the dishes I learned from the Jade Flute family on Plum Blossom island, including the '24 Bridges on a Moonlit Night.' Wouldn't you be embarrassed if others kept eating these?"
Hong Qicong knew Huang Rong was just trying to get him to teach them more kung fu. But when he thought about others eating her sumptuous dishes, he couldn't bear the thought. "Who are these people?" he said.
"There is the Yellow River ghost, Sha Tongtian, who might eat my dishes," Huang Rong said. "He would spoil all my little dishes."
Hong Qicong shook his head and said, "What can Sha Tongtian do? In another one to two years, Guo Jing can surpass him if he practices."
Huang Rong then suggested the Tibetan monk Ling Zhi and Peng Lianhu.
"Their techniques are like farts." Hong Qicong said. "What can they do?"
Then Huang Rong mentioned the master of White Camel Mountain, Ouyang Ke.
Shuddering, Hong Qicong asked about the styles employed by Ouyang Ke. After hearing Huang Rong's description, he said, "Yes, it's him!"
Huang Rong noticed Hong Qicong's serious expression. "This Ouyang Ke is very powerful?" she said.
"What can this Ouyang Ke do but fart?" Hong Qicong said. "No, it is his uncle, the old poison, who is very strong."
"The old poison?" Huang Rong said. "He might be strong to others but surely not to you."
Hong Qicong didn't answer and looked as if he were deeply contemplating the matter.
"We weren't too far apart over 20 years ago," he said finally. "But in the 20 years since then, he must have made great progress in his skills compared to me, given that he isn't lazy or gluttonous like me."
Hong Qicong laughed. "That isn't to say he would find me easy to deal with."
"He can't possibly defeat you," Huang Rong said.
Hong Qicong shook his head.
"That remains to be seen," he said. "Fine, old poison's nephew will certainly be difficult for you to deal with, but he's not that big of a problem. I will stay with you for another half month, and you will make me two dishes every day. But if you repeat one dish, I will immediately leave you."
After getting her heart's desire, Huang Rong proceeded to make a number of different dishes with skillful variations, including pot stickers, various dumplings, fried rice, lunar new year cakes, steamed rolls and rice noodles.
Hong Qicong taught them the essence of fighting by reacting to the enemy and changing the defense of the body. He did not teach the last three moves of the "18 Dragon-Subduing Palms"
Nevertheless, Guo Jing's understanding of the first 15 palms solidified under Hong Qicong's continued tutelage, as did the skills he learned from the Six Freaks of Jiangnan. His improvement was not negligible.
In over 35 years of training in the martial arts, Hong Qicong had learned a lot of diverse techniques. He passed on some of these strange fist techniques to Huang Rong Although the skills possessed many strange variations, the techniques were inferior to the simple power of the first 15 palms of the "18 Dragon-Subduing Palms." Furthermore, Huang Rong only learned them to amuse herself.
Guo Jing was practicing his palms one evening, when Huang Rong climed a tree to gather bamboo shoots and plums for an unconventional dish called "The Three Friends of Winter," which tastes of three distinct flavors.
Hong Qicong couldn't stop himself from drooling. He then suddenly bent into a thicket of grass and fished out a two-foot-long blue snake.
"Snake!" Huang Rong shouted.
With his left hand, Hong Qicong lightly pushed Huang Rong on her shoulder, forcing her a few feet away.
The thick patch of grass rustled again, revealing more snakes. Hong Qicong struck each snake with the doggy-beating stick on the center of its head. The blow immediately killed them.
Huang Rong shouted as her face colored. Two snakes didn't flee from Hong Qicong. They climbed the tree and bit Huang Rong.
Hong Qicong knew the blue snakes, although small, possessed a highly venomous poison without compare. He immediately wanted to cure Huang Rong, but suddenly a large hoard of blues snakes materialized. He grabbed Huang Rong by her waistband and took Guo Jing's hand before running back to the inn. There, he knelt to examine Huang Rong and discovered her complexion to be normal. "How?" he said.
"It's not a problem," Huang Rong laughed.
Fear struck Guo Jing when he saw the two snakes bite Huang Rong. He reached down to pull them off of her body.
Hong Qicong told Guo Jing to be careful. As Guo Jing prepared himself to remove the snakes, he noticed blood dripping from their heads. They were already dead.
Hong Qicong understood. "Your father gave you his soft hedgehog armor."
When the snakes bit Huang Rong, they were immediately killed by the spikes on her armor, which pierced their heads.
Guo Jing went to pull the other snake off of Huang Rong when more snakes emerged from the forest.
Hong Qicong placed a yellow herb in his mouth and chewed.
By this time, over a thousand snakes had emerged from the forest. Many more were out of the sight of the heroes.
"Master Hong, let's get out of here," Guo Jing said.
Hong Qicong didn't answer. Instead, he unstopped his gourd and took a large swig from it. He mixed the yellow herb with the wine, which he spit from left to right, creating an arc in front of the three.
When one blue snake attempted to cross the medicated wine, it immediately keeled over. None of the other blue snakes dared to cross the wine afterwards. Indeed, the ones in the front attempted to retreat, but more snakes were emerging from the forest. Both groups crashed into one another causing a great deal of chaos.
Huang Rong clapped her hands and shouted in pleasure.
The forest suddenly emitted a strange noise before three men dressed in white emerged from it. They used a pole to shepherd the snakes as if they were oxen.
Huang Rong found this all amusing. But then she suddenly felt like vomiting.
Hong Qicong struck at a snake with his doggy-beating stick. He then took the snake and used two fingers to extract its gallbladder.
"Quickly swallow this," he said to Huang Rong. "Don't bite or chew them, or you will feel pain."
After swallowing the gallbladders, Huang Rong's chest immediately felt at ease.
"Brother Jing, do you feel dizzy?" Huang Rong said.
Guo Jing shook his head.
Because he drank the blood of the giant snake, Guo Jing had become impervious to over a hundred poisons. The snakes also felt fear whenever they smelled the scent of the blood on Guo Jing. When they emerged from the forest, they were really after just Hong Qicong and Huang Rong.
"Master Hong, these snakes were raised by people," Huang Rong said.
Hong Qicong nodded and angrily glared at the three men in white.
The three men were also angry after they saw Hong Qicong feed the gallbladder to Huang Rong. They reorganized the snake line.
"Who do you fear?" Hong Qicong said."I am afraid we won't be able to deal with the immortal ginseng fairy," Huang Rong said. "I fear that we will die at his hands.""Death follows death," Hong Qicong laughed. "Who doesn't die?""I don't fear death," Huang Rong reasoned. "I fear being captured and it being made known that I followed your teachings and made you food. They might compel me to make for them the same dishes I made for you - the dishes I learned from the Jade Flute family on Plum Blossom island, including the '24 Bridges on a Moonlit Night.' Wouldn't you be embarrassed if others kept eating these?"Hong Qicong knew Huang Rong was just trying to get him to teach them more kung fu. But when he thought about others eating her sumptuous dishes, he couldn't bear the thought. "Who are these people?" he said."There is the Yellow River ghost, Sha Tongtian, who might eat my dishes," Huang Rong said. "He would spoil all my little dishes."Hong Qicong shook his head and said, "What can Sha Tongtian do? In another one to two years, Guo Jing can surpass him if he practices."Huang Rong then suggested the Tibetan monk Ling Zhi and Peng Lianhu."Their techniques are like farts." Hong Qicong said. "What can they do?"Then Huang Rong mentioned the master of White Camel Mountain, Ouyang Ke.Shuddering, Hong Qicong asked about the styles employed by Ouyang Ke. After hearing Huang Rong's description, he said, "Yes, it's him!"Huang Rong noticed Hong Qicong's serious expression. "This Ouyang Ke is very powerful?" she said."What can this Ouyang Ke do but fart?" Hong Qicong said. "No, it is his uncle, the old poison, who is very strong.""The old poison?" Huang Rong said. "He might be strong to others but surely not to you."Hong Qicong didn't answer and looked as if he were deeply contemplating the matter."We weren't too far apart over 20 years ago," he said finally. "But in the 20 years since then, he must have made great progress in his skills compared to me, given that he isn't lazy or gluttonous like me."Hong Qicong laughed. "That isn't to say he would find me easy to deal with.""He can't possibly defeat you," Huang Rong said.Hong Qicong shook his head."That remains to be seen," he said. "Fine, old poison's nephew will certainly be difficult for you to deal with, but he's not that big of a problem. I will stay with you for another half month, and you will make me two dishes every day. But if you repeat one dish, I will immediately leave you."After getting her heart's desire, Huang Rong proceeded to make a number of different dishes with skillful variations, including pot stickers, various dumplings, fried rice, lunar new year cakes, steamed rolls and rice noodles.Hong Qicong taught them the essence of fighting by reacting to the enemy and changing the defense of the body. He did not teach the last three moves of the "18 Dragon-Subduing Palms"Nevertheless, Guo Jing's understanding of the first 15 palms solidified under Hong Qicong's continued tutelage, as did the skills he learned from the Six Freaks of Jiangnan. His improvement was not negligible.In over 35 years of training in the martial arts, Hong Qicong had learned a lot of diverse techniques. He passed on some of these strange fist techniques to Huang Rong Although the skills possessed many strange variations, the techniques were inferior to the simple power of the first 15 palms of the "18 Dragon-Subduing Palms." Furthermore, Huang Rong only learned them to amuse herself.Guo Jing was practicing his palms one evening, when Huang Rong climed a tree to gather bamboo shoots and plums for an unconventional dish called "The Three Friends of Winter," which tastes of three distinct flavors.Hong Qicong couldn't stop himself from drooling. He then suddenly bent into a thicket of grass and fished out a two-foot-long blue snake."Snake!" Huang Rong shouted.With his left hand, Hong Qicong lightly pushed Huang Rong on her shoulder, forcing her a few feet away.The thick patch of grass rustled again, revealing more snakes. Hong Qicong struck each snake with the doggy-beating stick on the center of its head. The blow immediately killed them.Huang Rong shouted as her face colored. Two snakes didn't flee from Hong Qicong. They climbed the tree and bit Huang Rong.Hong Qicong knew the blue snakes, although small, possessed a highly venomous poison without compare. He immediately wanted to cure Huang Rong, but suddenly a large hoard of blues snakes materialized. He grabbed Huang Rong by her waistband and took Guo Jing's hand before running back to the inn. There, he knelt to examine Huang Rong and discovered her complexion to be normal. "How?" he said."It's not a problem," Huang Rong laughed.Fear struck Guo Jing when he saw the two snakes bite Huang Rong. He reached down to pull them off of her body.Hong Qicong told Guo Jing to be careful. As Guo Jing prepared himself to remove the snakes, he noticed blood dripping from their heads. They were already dead.Hong Qicong understood. "Your father gave you his soft hedgehog armor."When the snakes bit Huang Rong, they were immediately killed by the spikes on her armor, which pierced their heads.Guo Jing went to pull the other snake off of Huang Rong when more snakes emerged from the forest.Hong Qicong placed a yellow herb in his mouth and chewed.By this time, over a thousand snakes had emerged from the forest. Many more were out of the sight of the heroes."Master Hong, let's get out of here," Guo Jing said.Hong Qicong didn't answer. Instead, he unstopped his gourd and took a large swig from it. He mixed the yellow herb with the wine, which he spit from left to right, creating an arc in front of the three.When one blue snake attempted to cross the medicated wine, it immediately keeled over. None of the other blue snakes dared to cross the wine afterwards. Indeed, the ones in the front attempted to retreat, but more snakes were emerging from the forest. Both groups crashed into one another causing a great deal of chaos.Huang Rong clapped her hands and shouted in pleasure.The forest suddenly emitted a strange noise before three men dressed in white emerged from it. They used a pole to shepherd the snakes as if they were oxen.Huang Rong found this all amusing. But then she suddenly felt like vomiting.Hong Qicong struck at a snake with his doggy-beating stick. He then took the snake and used two fingers to extract its gallbladder."Quickly swallow this," he said to Huang Rong. "Don't bite or chew them, or you will feel pain."After swallowing the gallbladders, Huang Rong's chest immediately felt at ease."Brother Jing, do you feel dizzy?" Huang Rong said.Guo Jing shook his head.Because he drank the blood of the giant snake, Guo Jing had become impervious to over a hundred poisons. The snakes also felt fear whenever they smelled the scent of the blood on Guo Jing. When they emerged from the forest, they were really after just Hong Qicong and Huang Rong."Master Hong, these snakes were raised by people," Huang Rong said.Hong Qicong nodded and angrily glared at the three men in white.The three men were also angry after they saw Hong Qicong feed the gallbladder to Huang Rong. They reorganized the snake line.
