Chapter 163: Repentan e of the Haughty Dragon (16)
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Hong Qicong gave no response. He took a swig from his gourd, used his sleeve to wipe off the sweat from his brow and let out a sigh of relief.
"How dangerous! How dangerous!" he said.
"How so?" both Guo Jing and Huang Rong asked.
"Those poisonous snakes were only temporarily blocked by my efforts," Hong Qicong said. "They would have soon been able to come over. With so many snakes, they would have been like a flood. How would we be able to stop them? Luckily, those people were inexperienced and didn't realize my ruse since I scared them so much."
"If the old poison had come, you two kids would have been in a terrible position," he added.
"We wouldn't stay - we'd run away," Huang Rong said.
"This senior wouldn't be scared, but you two kids would run away," Hong Qicong laughed. "But how would you flee if the old poison sent out one of his palms?"
"Is that man's uncle really that powerful?" Huang Rong said.
Hong Qicong laughed. "Not powerful? 'Eastern Heretic,' 'Western Poison,' 'Northern Beggar,' 'Southern Emperor' and 'Central Divinity': Your father is the Eastern Heretic, and Ouyang Feng is the Western Poison. The number one martial artist, Wang Zhenren, passed away. The remaining four of us, who fought against one another in eight pairs, were found to be equal.
"Is your father not fierce?" he added. "Is my own ability negligible?"
Huang Rong had secretly pondered these points before and was not able to put the pieces together. "My father is a good person, so why is he called 'heretical' and 'evil?' I don't like his nickname."
"Privately, your father probably likes his nickname," Hong Qicong said with a laugh. "That man possesses a strange, spirit. He follows his own unorthodox way - is that not perverse? I am convinced that the proper ancestry of all orthodox wugong is through Quan Zhen's teachings."
"You've learned Quan Zhen's neigong haven't you?" he said to Guo Jing.
"Ma Yu taught me at length for over two years," Guo Jing said.
"Indeed, indeed - you didn't learn that in any short span of time," Hong Qicong said. "Otherwise, how would you be able to learn my '18 Dragon-Subduing Palms' if you didn't possess a good nei gong basis?"
"Who is Southern Emperor?" Huang Rong said.
"Southern Emperor is indeed a king," Hong Qicong said.
Guo Jing and Huang Rong were surprised.
"Do you mean the emperor of the Song?" Huang Rong said.
Hong Qicong erupted in laughter. "That kid emperor is only strong enough to eat from a golden rice bowl. If there are two, he wouldn't be able to pick it up! Southern Emperor is not the Song emperor. No, this Southern Emperor possesses very powerful kung fu. Between the three of us, your father and I were slightly inferior. But the southern fire overcoming the western gold? Indeed, the old poison, Ouyang Feng, was able to overcome his star."
Guo Jing and Huang Rong wanted Hong Qicong to finish his story, but the beggar was lost in thought and fell into silence. They didn't press him.
Hong Qicong looked skyward. His eyebrows creased as if were pondering some sort of difficult problem. He walked back into the inn alone.
Suddenly, Huang Rong and Guo Jing heard the sound of tearing. As Hong Qicong passed through the gate into the inn, a rivet got caught on his sleeve and tore a large hole into it. Huang Rong gasped in surprise.
But Hong Qicong didn't notice. He kept walking as if he were in a daze.
"I'll mend it for you," Huang Rong said.
Huang Rong went to the proprietress of the inn and borrowed a needle and thread. Then she fixed the hole in Hong Qicong's sleeve.
Hong Qicong shook himself from his reverie when he saw Huang Rong with the needle in her hand. He abruptly snatched the needle and ran outside the gate. Curious, Guo Jing and Huang Rong followed, only to see Hong Qicong throw the gleaming needle out. Huang Rong watched the needle arc and pierced a grasshopper. She shouted in delight.
"This will do," Hong Qicong said, looking satisfied. "This style will do nicely."
Guo Jing and Huang Rong waited for Hong Qicong to continue.
"Ouyang Feng, the old poison, loves to raise poisonous snakes and poisonous insects," Hong Qicong said. "Coming up with a way to deal with all those blue snakes is not an easy thing." He paused before continuing. "When I saw that younger Ouyang and found him to be no good, and knowing his uncle who opposes everyone, I realized that you two needed some way to disperse the snakes since I might not always be around to save you."
Huang Rong clapped her hands. "You would use the needles for the snakes to the ground."
Hong Qicong smiled at Huang Rong. "This girl is so clever," he said. "You say one sentence, and she already knows the next one."
"You don't want to use the yellow herb anymore?" Huang Rong said. "You just spit it out with the wine and the poisonous snakes will refuse to cross it."
"That will only work for so long," Hong Qicong said. "I have to practice this stance 'Blossoms Rain from the Sky,' which would use this needle. The snakes will approach in the future, and I will throw out these needles, hitting each snake, one by one. After I get enough needles, I will go kill all those snakes in about a fortnight."
Both Guo Jing and Huang Rong laughed.
"I'll go get you your needles," Huang Rong said, before immediately heading off in the direction of the town market.
Hong Qicong sighed in admiration. "Jing-er, why don't you have her split her intelligence and cleverness apart and give one half to you?"
"Split apart her intelligence and cleverness?" Guo Jing said. "You can't split those apart."
Huang Rong returned from the market around the next meal time. She removed from a food basket two packages of sewing needles, and, while smiling, said, "I searched all over the town to buy these needles, but all the men seem to let the women talk amongst each other till they die."
"How did you get them?" Guo Jing said.
"I yelled at them!" Huang Rong said. "I told them they were all useless. It's impossible to not be able to buy needles in a town."
Hong Qicong burst into laughter. "You are indeed very clever! Luckily, I have not married and it will spare me from having the torment of daughters," he said. "Come, come, come, we need to practice kung fu! You two kids won't get another opportunity to learn from this old man."
Laughing, Huang Rong followed him out.
"I don't want to learn Master Hong," Guo Jing said.
"Why?" Hong Qicong said.
"Senior has already taught me so much kung fu that I haven't practiced enough," Guo Jing said.
Hong Qicong understood: Guo Jing refused to be greedy. The beggar had said he would no longer teach anymore wugong to Guo Jing, but the recent emergency situation made teaching more techniques imperative. Nevertheless, if Guo Jing allowed Hong Qicong to teach him again, it would appear to be opportunistic.
Nodding, Hong Qicong pulled Huang Rong by the hand and said, "We practice."
Once alone, Guo Jing went out and practiced the first 15 palms of the "18-Dragon Subduing Palms," thereby increasing his understanding.
Huang Rong studied "Blossoms Rain from the Sky" for 10 days. She learned how to throw 10 needles to simultaneously hit a person's vital areas, but could not master hitting the vital points of multiple targets at once.
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Hong Qicong gave no response. He took a swig from his gourd, used his sleeve to wipe off the sweat from his brow and let out a sigh of relief.
"How dangerous! How dangerous!" he said.
"How so?" both Guo Jing and Huang Rong asked.
"Those poisonous snakes were only temporarily blocked by my efforts," Hong Qicong said. "They would have soon been able to come over. With so many snakes, they would have been like a flood. How would we be able to stop them? Luckily, those people were inexperienced and didn't realize my ruse since I scared them so much."
"If the old poison had come, you two kids would have been in a terrible position," he added.
"We wouldn't stay - we'd run away," Huang Rong said.
"This senior wouldn't be scared, but you two kids would run away," Hong Qicong laughed. "But how would you flee if the old poison sent out one of his palms?"
"Is that man's uncle really that powerful?" Huang Rong said.
Hong Qicong laughed. "Not powerful? 'Eastern Heretic,' 'Western Poison,' 'Northern Beggar,' 'Southern Emperor' and 'Central Divinity': Your father is the Eastern Heretic, and Ouyang Feng is the Western Poison. The number one martial artist, Wang Zhenren, passed away. The remaining four of us, who fought against one another in eight pairs, were found to be equal.
"Is your father not fierce?" he added. "Is my own ability negligible?"
Huang Rong had secretly pondered these points before and was not able to put the pieces together. "My father is a good person, so why is he called 'heretical' and 'evil?' I don't like his nickname."
"Privately, your father probably likes his nickname," Hong Qicong said with a laugh. "That man possesses a strange, spirit. He follows his own unorthodox way - is that not perverse? I am convinced that the proper ancestry of all orthodox wugong is through Quan Zhen's teachings."
"You've learned Quan Zhen's neigong haven't you?" he said to Guo Jing.
"Ma Yu taught me at length for over two years," Guo Jing said.
"Indeed, indeed - you didn't learn that in any short span of time," Hong Qicong said. "Otherwise, how would you be able to learn my '18 Dragon-Subduing Palms' if you didn't possess a good nei gong basis?"
"Who is Southern Emperor?" Huang Rong said.
"Southern Emperor is indeed a king," Hong Qicong said.
Guo Jing and Huang Rong were surprised.
"Do you mean the emperor of the Song?" Huang Rong said.
Hong Qicong erupted in laughter. "That kid emperor is only strong enough to eat from a golden rice bowl. If there are two, he wouldn't be able to pick it up! Southern Emperor is not the Song emperor. No, this Southern Emperor possesses very powerful kung fu. Between the three of us, your father and I were slightly inferior. But the southern fire overcoming the western gold? Indeed, the old poison, Ouyang Feng, was able to overcome his star."
Guo Jing and Huang Rong wanted Hong Qicong to finish his story, but the beggar was lost in thought and fell into silence. They didn't press him.
Hong Qicong looked skyward. His eyebrows creased as if were pondering some sort of difficult problem. He walked back into the inn alone.
Suddenly, Huang Rong and Guo Jing heard the sound of tearing. As Hong Qicong passed through the gate into the inn, a rivet got caught on his sleeve and tore a large hole into it. Huang Rong gasped in surprise.
But Hong Qicong didn't notice. He kept walking as if he were in a daze.
"I'll mend it for you," Huang Rong said.
Huang Rong went to the proprietress of the inn and borrowed a needle and thread. Then she fixed the hole in Hong Qicong's sleeve.
Hong Qicong shook himself from his reverie when he saw Huang Rong with the needle in her hand. He abruptly snatched the needle and ran outside the gate. Curious, Guo Jing and Huang Rong followed, only to see Hong Qicong throw the gleaming needle out. Huang Rong watched the needle arc and pierced a grasshopper. She shouted in delight.
"This will do," Hong Qicong said, looking satisfied. "This style will do nicely."
Guo Jing and Huang Rong waited for Hong Qicong to continue.
"Ouyang Feng, the old poison, loves to raise poisonous snakes and poisonous insects," Hong Qicong said. "Coming up with a way to deal with all those blue snakes is not an easy thing." He paused before continuing. "When I saw that younger Ouyang and found him to be no good, and knowing his uncle who opposes everyone, I realized that you two needed some way to disperse the snakes since I might not always be around to save you."
Huang Rong clapped her hands. "You would use the needles for the snakes to the ground."
Hong Qicong smiled at Huang Rong. "This girl is so clever," he said. "You say one sentence, and she already knows the next one."
"You don't want to use the yellow herb anymore?" Huang Rong said. "You just spit it out with the wine and the poisonous snakes will refuse to cross it."
"That will only work for so long," Hong Qicong said. "I have to practice this stance 'Blossoms Rain from the Sky,' which would use this needle. The snakes will approach in the future, and I will throw out these needles, hitting each snake, one by one. After I get enough needles, I will go kill all those snakes in about a fortnight."
Both Guo Jing and Huang Rong laughed.
"I'll go get you your needles," Huang Rong said, before immediately heading off in the direction of the town market.
Hong Qicong sighed in admiration. "Jing-er, why don't you have her split her intelligence and cleverness apart and give one half to you?"
"Split apart her intelligence and cleverness?" Guo Jing said. "You can't split those apart."
Huang Rong returned from the market around the next meal time. She removed from a food basket two packages of sewing needles, and, while smiling, said, "I searched all over the town to buy these needles, but all the men seem to let the women talk amongst each other till they die."
"How did you get them?" Guo Jing said.
"I yelled at them!" Huang Rong said. "I told them they were all useless. It's impossible to not be able to buy needles in a town."
Hong Qicong burst into laughter. "You are indeed very clever! Luckily, I have not married and it will spare me from having the torment of daughters," he said. "Come, come, come, we need to practice kung fu! You two kids won't get another opportunity to learn from this old man."
Laughing, Huang Rong followed him out.
"I don't want to learn Master Hong," Guo Jing said.
"Why?" Hong Qicong said.
"Senior has already taught me so much kung fu that I haven't practiced enough," Guo Jing said.
Hong Qicong understood: Guo Jing refused to be greedy. The beggar had said he would no longer teach anymore wugong to Guo Jing, but the recent emergency situation made teaching more techniques imperative. Nevertheless, if Guo Jing allowed Hong Qicong to teach him again, it would appear to be opportunistic.
Nodding, Hong Qicong pulled Huang Rong by the hand and said, "We practice."
Once alone, Guo Jing went out and practiced the first 15 palms of the "18-Dragon Subduing Palms," thereby increasing his understanding.
Huang Rong studied "Blossoms Rain from the Sky" for 10 days. She learned how to throw 10 needles to simultaneously hit a person's vital areas, but could not master hitting the vital points of multiple targets at once.
Hong Qicong gave no response. He took a swig from his gourd, used his sleeve to wipe off the sweat from his brow and let out a sigh of relief."How dangerous! How dangerous!" he said."How so?" both Guo Jing and Huang Rong asked."Those poisonous snakes were only temporarily blocked by my efforts," Hong Qicong said. "They would have soon been able to come over. With so many snakes, they would have been like a flood. How would we be able to stop them? Luckily, those people were inexperienced and didn't realize my ruse since I scared them so much.""If the old poison had come, you two kids would have been in a terrible position," he added."We wouldn't stay - we'd run away," Huang Rong said."This senior wouldn't be scared, but you two kids would run away," Hong Qicong laughed. "But how would you flee if the old poison sent out one of his palms?""Is that man's uncle really that powerful?" Huang Rong said.Hong Qicong laughed. "Not powerful? 'Eastern Heretic,' 'Western Poison,' 'Northern Beggar,' 'Southern Emperor' and 'Central Divinity': Your father is the Eastern Heretic, and Ouyang Feng is the Western Poison. The number one martial artist, Wang Zhenren, passed away. The remaining four of us, who fought against one another in eight pairs, were found to be equal."Is your father not fierce?" he added. "Is my own ability negligible?"Huang Rong had secretly pondered these points before and was not able to put the pieces together. "My father is a good person, so why is he called 'heretical' and 'evil?' I don't like his nickname.""Privately, your father probably likes his nickname," Hong Qicong said with a laugh. "That man possesses a strange, spirit. He follows his own unorthodox way - is that not perverse? I am convinced that the proper ancestry of all orthodox wugong is through Quan Zhen's teachings.""You've learned Quan Zhen's neigong haven't you?" he said to Guo Jing."Ma Yu taught me at length for over two years," Guo Jing said."Indeed, indeed - you didn't learn that in any short span of time," Hong Qicong said. "Otherwise, how would you be able to learn my '18 Dragon-Subduing Palms' if you didn't possess a good nei gong basis?""Who is Southern Emperor?" Huang Rong said."Southern Emperor is indeed a king," Hong Qicong said.Guo Jing and Huang Rong were surprised."Do you mean the emperor of the Song?" Huang Rong said.Hong Qicong erupted in laughter. "That kid emperor is only strong enough to eat from a golden rice bowl. If there are two, he wouldn't be able to pick it up! Southern Emperor is not the Song emperor. No, this Southern Emperor possesses very powerful kung fu. Between the three of us, your father and I were slightly inferior. But the southern fire overcoming the western gold? Indeed, the old poison, Ouyang Feng, was able to overcome his star."Guo Jing and Huang Rong wanted Hong Qicong to finish his story, but the beggar was lost in thought and fell into silence. They didn't press him.Hong Qicong looked skyward. His eyebrows creased as if were pondering some sort of difficult problem. He walked back into the inn alone.Suddenly, Huang Rong and Guo Jing heard the sound of tearing. As Hong Qicong passed through the gate into the inn, a rivet got caught on his sleeve and tore a large hole into it. Huang Rong gasped in surprise.But Hong Qicong didn't notice. He kept walking as if he were in a daze."I'll mend it for you," Huang Rong said.Huang Rong went to the proprietress of the inn and borrowed a needle and thread. Then she fixed the hole in Hong Qicong's sleeve.Hong Qicong shook himself from his reverie when he saw Huang Rong with the needle in her hand. He abruptly snatched the needle and ran outside the gate. Curious, Guo Jing and Huang Rong followed, only to see Hong Qicong throw the gleaming needle out. Huang Rong watched the needle arc and pierced a grasshopper. She shouted in delight."This will do," Hong Qicong said, looking satisfied. "This style will do nicely."Guo Jing and Huang Rong waited for Hong Qicong to continue."Ouyang Feng, the old poison, loves to raise poisonous snakes and poisonous insects," Hong Qicong said. "Coming up with a way to deal with all those blue snakes is not an easy thing." He paused before continuing. "When I saw that younger Ouyang and found him to be no good, and knowing his uncle who opposes everyone, I realized that you two needed some way to disperse the snakes since I might not always be around to save you."Huang Rong clapped her hands. "You would use the needles for the snakes to the ground."Hong Qicong smiled at Huang Rong. "This girl is so clever," he said. "You say one sentence, and she already knows the next one.""You don't want to use the yellow herb anymore?" Huang Rong said. "You just spit it out with the wine and the poisonous snakes will refuse to cross it.""That will only work for so long," Hong Qicong said. "I have to practice this stance 'Blossoms Rain from the Sky,' which would use this needle. The snakes will approach in the future, and I will throw out these needles, hitting each snake, one by one. After I get enough needles, I will go kill all those snakes in about a fortnight."Both Guo Jing and Huang Rong laughed."I'll go get you your needles," Huang Rong said, before immediately heading off in the direction of the town market.Hong Qicong sighed in admiration. "Jing-er, why don't you have her split her intelligence and cleverness apart and give one half to you?""Split apart her intelligence and cleverness?" Guo Jing said. "You can't split those apart."Huang Rong returned from the market around the next meal time. She removed from a food basket two packages of sewing needles, and, while smiling, said, "I searched all over the town to buy these needles, but all the men seem to let the women talk amongst each other till they die.""How did you get them?" Guo Jing said."I yelled at them!" Huang Rong said. "I told them they were all useless. It's impossible to not be able to buy needles in a town."Hong Qicong burst into laughter. "You are indeed very clever! Luckily, I have not married and it will spare me from having the torment of daughters," he said. "Come, come, come, we need to practice kung fu! You two kids won't get another opportunity to learn from this old man."Laughing, Huang Rong followed him out."I don't want to learn Master Hong," Guo Jing said."Why?" Hong Qicong said."Senior has already taught me so much kung fu that I haven't practiced enough," Guo Jing said.Hong Qicong understood: Guo Jing refused to be greedy. The beggar had said he would no longer teach anymore wugong to Guo Jing, but the recent emergency situation made teaching more techniques imperative. Nevertheless, if Guo Jing allowed Hong Qicong to teach him again, it would appear to be opportunistic.Nodding, Hong Qicong pulled Huang Rong by the hand and said, "We practice."Once alone, Guo Jing went out and practiced the first 15 palms of the "18-Dragon Subduing Palms," thereby increasing his understanding.Huang Rong studied "Blossoms Rain from the Sky" for 10 days. She learned how to throw 10 needles to simultaneously hit a person's vital areas, but could not master hitting the vital points of multiple targets at once.
