Chapter 188: Master of Taohua Island (4)
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Zhu Cong patted his shoulder, pulled his left hand gently and persuaded with a smile, "Senior is an expert, no need to fight with him." As soon as they got to the table, Zhu Cong picked a wine cup up with his left hand, while his right hand covered the cup mouth, revolving it around just like Qiu did, and flicked the cup to the table.
With a clanking sound the wine cup landed on the table, broken into two parts: the cup bottom and about half an inch of porcelain ring. Exactly like what Qiu Qianren demonstrated earlier. Everybody was amazed!
Zhu Cong smiled and said, "Senior's skill is extraordinary. Junior has stolen it from you. Please forgive my offense. Many thanks to you."
Qiu Qianren's face changed color immediately. Now everybody knew there must be some tricks somehow, but nobody knew what was really going on.
"Jing'er, come here!" Zhu Cong called, "Let me teach you a trick, later on you can use it to deceive other people."
Guo Jing came near, and Zhu Cong showed him a ring on his left middle finger. "This is the Senior Qiu's belonging, I borrowed it from him a moment ago. You go ahead and put it on you," he said while taking the ring off his own finger.
Qiu Qianren was startled, then fuming mad. He did not understand how the ring on his finger could move to Zhu's finger. In the meantime Guo Jing had already taken the ring. Zhu Cong explained, "This ring has a diamond piece on it, the hardest material on earth. Put the diamond tip on the wine cup and rotate the cup with your right hand."
Guo Jing did so. Now Lu Guanying and the others started to understand. They were unable to restrain a smile and softly murmured among themselves. Guo Jing turned the cup in his right hand and sure enough, the cup was smoothly broken into two parts. If one looked carefully, actually the diamond had left a deep mark on the porcelain pieces; so it wasn't profound internal energy at all.
Huang Rong was amused, she was smiling through her tears; but then the memory of her father came flooding back and she cried again.
"Don't cry, Miss," Zhu Cong comforted her, "This Senior Qiu loves to deceive people, and his words cannot be necessarily true." Huang Rong was puzzled; she looked at him with a questioning look.
"Your father, the Venerable Huang's martial art is so profound, how could he be easily killed by other people?" Zhu Cong said with a smile. "Also, the Quan Zhen Seven Masters are respectable people, plus, they have no enmity with your father. How could they kill him without any reason?"
"Perhaps it was over Qiu Chuji and the other ox-nose's [derogatory term for Taoist priests] martial uncle Zhou Botong's business," Huang Rong expressed her guess.
"What business is that?" Zhu Cong asked.
"You don't know," Huang Rong said, crying again. Even with her intelligence, she was not really sure what was really happening. First of all, it has something to do with her mother; that Huang Yaoshi did not want to talk too much about. Second, the business between her father and Zhou Botong was more complicated than her young mind could grasp. She did not want to believe the Quan Zhen Seven Masters would attack her father, but the fact was: she was not sure.
"Whatever it was, I'd say this old man's word is a little bit smelly," Zhu Cong said.
"You mean he was only … only …," Huang Rong stuttered.
"Yes, he was just farting!" Zhu Cong laughed. "He has so many tricks stored in his pocket; guess what he would do with them." Then he groped into his pocket and produced some things which he placed on the table. Among those things were two bricks, some dry grass, a piece of cloth to light up fire, a knife with the same purpose, and a flint.
Huang Rong took a brick and as soon as she tightened her grips she could feel the brick was soft. She crushed it harder and without too much effort the brick crumbled into powder. After listening to Zhu Cong's words her sadness was greatly reduced. Her face broke into a smile, showing up her two dimples. "This brick was made from bread flour. He was using it to demonstrate his profound internal energy earlier."
Qiu Qianren's face turned from pale to red and back to pale. He was greatly ashamed. He thought with the news of Huang Yaoshi's death everybody's attention could be diverted that he would find an opportunity to escape. Who would have thought that his scheme was revealed by Zhu Cong. He flicked his sleeve and turned around to walk out. But Mei Chaofeng reached backward and snatched his body, then threw it on the ground.
"You said my Master passed away, did you tell the truth?" she asked menacingly. Qiu Qianren was too much in pain to say anything, he was only whimpering.
Huang Rong saw the grass was half burnt; she immediately realized what happened. "Second Master, try to light the grass, put it inside your sleeve then inhale and exhale."
The Six Freaks of Jiangnan initially had some problem with Huang Rong, but Qiu Qianren's trickery had united them in facing the common enemy. Zhu Cong happily complied. Actually he liked Huang Rong's cunning mind and her eccentricity; and now Huang Rong called him 'Second Master' he liked her even more. He did what was asked and while doing that, he even closed his eyes and swayed his head solemnly.
Huang Rong clapped her hands in delight. "Brother Jing," she said laughing happily, "Didn't we see this old man practicing his internal strength a while ago exactly like this?" She walked to Qiu Qianren's side and said, "Stand up!" She pulled him up, but suddenly struck his 'shen dao' [holy way?] acupoint under his fifth rib on his back with her left hand, using the 'lan hua fu xue shou' [orchid acupoint sealing technique]; while shouting loudly, "Tell me, did my father die? If you say he did, I will take your life away!" With a flip of her hand she placed a shiny butterfly shaped steel on his chest.
Everybody was amused hearing her threat. She asked him the truth but she didn't want him to say Huang Yaoshi was dead.
Qiu Qianren was writhing in pain, also suffering from itch. "I am afraid he is not dead yet. I don't know …" he said, trembling.
Huang Rong beamed from ear to ear. "Very good!" she said, "I will spare you." She struck his 'que pen' [open basin] acupoint to ease up his suffering.
Lu Chengfeng thought, "Little Martial Sister's question was one-sided and really missed the point." So he asked, "You said my Master has been killed by the Quan Zhen Seven Masters, did you see it with your own eyes, or did you just hear it from somebody else?"
"I heard it from somebody else," Qiu Qianren replied. "Who was it?" Lu Chengfeng pursued.
Qiu Qianren hesitated, but finally said, "It was Hong Qigong."
"When did he tell you that?" asked Huang Rong.
"About a month ago," Qiu Qianren answered.
"Where did you two meet?" Huang Rong asked again.
"At the summit of Mount Tai [taishan]," Qiu Qianren answered. "We were having a match and he lost to me. He unintentionally mentioned this."
Huang Rong was ecstatic. She hopped around like a little kid. Her left hand grabbed his chest, her right hand pulled away some of his beard. Giggling she said, "Hong Qigong lost to this old scoundrel? Martial Sister Mei, Martial Brother Lu, don't listen to him, he was just … just …" Being a girl she didn't have a heart to say vulgar language.
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Zhu Cong patted his shoulder, pulled his left hand gently and persuaded with a smile, "Senior is an expert, no need to fight with him." As soon as they got to the table, Zhu Cong picked a wine cup up with his left hand, while his right hand covered the cup mouth, revolving it around just like Qiu did, and flicked the cup to the table.
With a clanking sound the wine cup landed on the table, broken into two parts: the cup bottom and about half an inch of porcelain ring. Exactly like what Qiu Qianren demonstrated earlier. Everybody was amazed!
Zhu Cong smiled and said, "Senior's skill is extraordinary. Junior has stolen it from you. Please forgive my offense. Many thanks to you."
Qiu Qianren's face changed color immediately. Now everybody knew there must be some tricks somehow, but nobody knew what was really going on.
"Jing'er, come here!" Zhu Cong called, "Let me teach you a trick, later on you can use it to deceive other people."
Guo Jing came near, and Zhu Cong showed him a ring on his left middle finger. "This is the Senior Qiu's belonging, I borrowed it from him a moment ago. You go ahead and put it on you," he said while taking the ring off his own finger.
Qiu Qianren was startled, then fuming mad. He did not understand how the ring on his finger could move to Zhu's finger. In the meantime Guo Jing had already taken the ring. Zhu Cong explained, "This ring has a diamond piece on it, the hardest material on earth. Put the diamond tip on the wine cup and rotate the cup with your right hand."
Guo Jing did so. Now Lu Guanying and the others started to understand. They were unable to restrain a smile and softly murmured among themselves. Guo Jing turned the cup in his right hand and sure enough, the cup was smoothly broken into two parts. If one looked carefully, actually the diamond had left a deep mark on the porcelain pieces; so it wasn't profound internal energy at all.
Huang Rong was amused, she was smiling through her tears; but then the memory of her father came flooding back and she cried again.
"Don't cry, Miss," Zhu Cong comforted her, "This Senior Qiu loves to deceive people, and his words cannot be necessarily true." Huang Rong was puzzled; she looked at him with a questioning look.
"Your father, the Venerable Huang's martial art is so profound, how could he be easily killed by other people?" Zhu Cong said with a smile. "Also, the Quan Zhen Seven Masters are respectable people, plus, they have no enmity with your father. How could they kill him without any reason?"
"Perhaps it was over Qiu Chuji and the other ox-nose's [derogatory term for Taoist priests] martial uncle Zhou Botong's business," Huang Rong expressed her guess.
"What business is that?" Zhu Cong asked.
"You don't know," Huang Rong said, crying again. Even with her intelligence, she was not really sure what was really happening. First of all, it has something to do with her mother; that Huang Yaoshi did not want to talk too much about. Second, the business between her father and Zhou Botong was more complicated than her young mind could grasp. She did not want to believe the Quan Zhen Seven Masters would attack her father, but the fact was: she was not sure.
"Whatever it was, I'd say this old man's word is a little bit smelly," Zhu Cong said.
"You mean he was only … only …," Huang Rong stuttered.
"Yes, he was just farting!" Zhu Cong laughed. "He has so many tricks stored in his pocket; guess what he would do with them." Then he groped into his pocket and produced some things which he placed on the table. Among those things were two bricks, some dry grass, a piece of cloth to light up fire, a knife with the same purpose, and a flint.
Huang Rong took a brick and as soon as she tightened her grips she could feel the brick was soft. She crushed it harder and without too much effort the brick crumbled into powder. After listening to Zhu Cong's words her sadness was greatly reduced. Her face broke into a smile, showing up her two dimples. "This brick was made from bread flour. He was using it to demonstrate his profound internal energy earlier."
Qiu Qianren's face turned from pale to red and back to pale. He was greatly ashamed. He thought with the news of Huang Yaoshi's death everybody's attention could be diverted that he would find an opportunity to escape. Who would have thought that his scheme was revealed by Zhu Cong. He flicked his sleeve and turned around to walk out. But Mei Chaofeng reached backward and snatched his body, then threw it on the ground.
"You said my Master passed away, did you tell the truth?" she asked menacingly. Qiu Qianren was too much in pain to say anything, he was only whimpering.
Huang Rong saw the grass was half burnt; she immediately realized what happened. "Second Master, try to light the grass, put it inside your sleeve then inhale and exhale."
The Six Freaks of Jiangnan initially had some problem with Huang Rong, but Qiu Qianren's trickery had united them in facing the common enemy. Zhu Cong happily complied. Actually he liked Huang Rong's cunning mind and her eccentricity; and now Huang Rong called him 'Second Master' he liked her even more. He did what was asked and while doing that, he even closed his eyes and swayed his head solemnly.
Huang Rong clapped her hands in delight. "Brother Jing," she said laughing happily, "Didn't we see this old man practicing his internal strength a while ago exactly like this?" She walked to Qiu Qianren's side and said, "Stand up!" She pulled him up, but suddenly struck his 'shen dao' [holy way?] acupoint under his fifth rib on his back with her left hand, using the 'lan hua fu xue shou' [orchid acupoint sealing technique]; while shouting loudly, "Tell me, did my father die? If you say he did, I will take your life away!" With a flip of her hand she placed a shiny butterfly shaped steel on his chest.
Everybody was amused hearing her threat. She asked him the truth but she didn't want him to say Huang Yaoshi was dead.
Qiu Qianren was writhing in pain, also suffering from itch. "I am afraid he is not dead yet. I don't know …" he said, trembling.
Huang Rong beamed from ear to ear. "Very good!" she said, "I will spare you." She struck his 'que pen' [open basin] acupoint to ease up his suffering.
Lu Chengfeng thought, "Little Martial Sister's question was one-sided and really missed the point." So he asked, "You said my Master has been killed by the Quan Zhen Seven Masters, did you see it with your own eyes, or did you just hear it from somebody else?"
"I heard it from somebody else," Qiu Qianren replied. "Who was it?" Lu Chengfeng pursued.
Qiu Qianren hesitated, but finally said, "It was Hong Qigong."
"When did he tell you that?" asked Huang Rong.
"About a month ago," Qiu Qianren answered.
"Where did you two meet?" Huang Rong asked again.
"At the summit of Mount Tai [taishan]," Qiu Qianren answered. "We were having a match and he lost to me. He unintentionally mentioned this."
Huang Rong was ecstatic. She hopped around like a little kid. Her left hand grabbed his chest, her right hand pulled away some of his beard. Giggling she said, "Hong Qigong lost to this old scoundrel? Martial Sister Mei, Martial Brother Lu, don't listen to him, he was just … just …" Being a girl she didn't have a heart to say vulgar language.
Zhu Cong patted his shoulder, pulled his left hand gently and persuaded with a smile, "Senior is an expert, no need to fight with him." As soon as they got to the table, Zhu Cong picked a wine cup up with his left hand, while his right hand covered the cup mouth, revolving it around just like Qiu did, and flicked the cup to the table.With a clanking sound the wine cup landed on the table, broken into two parts: the cup bottom and about half an inch of porcelain ring. Exactly like what Qiu Qianren demonstrated earlier. Everybody was amazed!Zhu Cong smiled and said, "Senior's skill is extraordinary. Junior has stolen it from you. Please forgive my offense. Many thanks to you."Qiu Qianren's face changed color immediately. Now everybody knew there must be some tricks somehow, but nobody knew what was really going on."Jing'er, come here!" Zhu Cong called, "Let me teach you a trick, later on you can use it to deceive other people."Guo Jing came near, and Zhu Cong showed him a ring on his left middle finger. "This is the Senior Qiu's belonging, I borrowed it from him a moment ago. You go ahead and put it on you," he said while taking the ring off his own finger.Qiu Qianren was startled, then fuming mad. He did not understand how the ring on his finger could move to Zhu's finger. In the meantime Guo Jing had already taken the ring. Zhu Cong explained, "This ring has a diamond piece on it, the hardest material on earth. Put the diamond tip on the wine cup and rotate the cup with your right hand."Guo Jing did so. Now Lu Guanying and the others started to understand. They were unable to restrain a smile and softly murmured among themselves. Guo Jing turned the cup in his right hand and sure enough, the cup was smoothly broken into two parts. If one looked carefully, actually the diamond had left a deep mark on the porcelain pieces; so it wasn't profound internal energy at all.Huang Rong was amused, she was smiling through her tears; but then the memory of her father came flooding back and she cried again."Don't cry, Miss," Zhu Cong comforted her, "This Senior Qiu loves to deceive people, and his words cannot be necessarily true." Huang Rong was puzzled; she looked at him with a questioning look."Your father, the Venerable Huang's martial art is so profound, how could he be easily killed by other people?" Zhu Cong said with a smile. "Also, the Quan Zhen Seven Masters are respectable people, plus, they have no enmity with your father. How could they kill him without any reason?""Perhaps it was over Qiu Chuji and the other ox-nose's derogatory term for Taoist priests martial uncle Zhou Botong's business," Huang Rong expressed her guess."What business is that?" Zhu Cong asked."You don't know," Huang Rong said, crying again. Even with her intelligence, she was not really sure what was really happening. First of all, it has something to do with her mother; that Huang Yaoshi did not want to talk too much about. Second, the business between her father and Zhou Botong was more complicated than her young mind could grasp. She did not want to believe the Quan Zhen Seven Masters would attack her father, but the fact was: she was not sure."Whatever it was, I'd say this old man's word is a little bit smelly," Zhu Cong said."You mean he was only only ," Huang Rong stuttered."Yes, he was just farting!" Zhu Cong laughed. "He has so many tricks stored in his pocket; guess what he would do with them." Then he groped into his pocket and produced some things which he placed on the table. Among those things were two bricks, some dry grass, a piece of cloth to light up fire, a knife with the same purpose, and a flint.Huang Rong took a brick and as soon as she tightened her grips she could feel the brick was soft. She crushed it harder and without too much effort the brick crumbled into powder. After listening to Zhu Cong's words her sadness was greatly reduced. Her face broke into a smile, showing up her two dimples. "This brick was made from bread flour. He was using it to demonstrate his profound internal energy earlier."Qiu Qianren's face turned from pale to red and back to pale. He was greatly ashamed. He thought with the news of Huang Yaoshi's death everybody's attention could be diverted that he would find an opportunity to escape. Who would have thought that his scheme was revealed by Zhu Cong. He flicked his sleeve and turned around to walk out. But Mei Chaofeng reached backward and snatched his body, then threw it on the ground."You said my Master passed away, did you tell the truth?" she asked menacingly. Qiu Qianren was too much in pain to say anything, he was only whimpering.Huang Rong saw the grass was half burnt; she immediately realized what happened. "Second Master, try to light the grass, put it inside your sleeve then inhale and exhale."The Six Freaks of Jiangnan initially had some problem with Huang Rong, but Qiu Qianren's trickery had united them in facing the common enemy. Zhu Cong happily complied. Actually he liked Huang Rong's cunning mind and her eccentricity; and now Huang Rong called him 'Second Master' he liked her even more. He did what was asked and while doing that, he even closed his eyes and swayed his head solemnly.Huang Rong clapped her hands in delight. "Brother Jing," she said laughing happily, "Didn't we see this old man practicing his internal strength a while ago exactly like this?" She walked to Qiu Qianren's side and said, "Stand up!" She pulled him up, but suddenly struck his 'shen dao' holy way? acupoint under his fifth rib on his back with her left hand, using the 'lan hua fu xue shou' orchid acupoint sealing technique; while shouting loudly, "Tell me, did my father die? If you say he did, I will take your life away!" With a flip of her hand she placed a shiny butterfly shaped steel on his chest.Everybody was amused hearing her threat. She asked him the truth but she didn't want him to say Huang Yaoshi was dead.Qiu Qianren was writhing in pain, also suffering from itch. "I am afraid he is not dead yet. I don't know " he said, trembling.Huang Rong beamed from ear to ear. "Very good!" she said, "I will spare you." She struck his 'que pen' open basin acupoint to ease up his suffering.Lu Chengfeng thought, "Little Martial Sister's question was one-sided and really missed the point." So he asked, "You said my Master has been killed by the Quan Zhen Seven Masters, did you see it with your own eyes, or did you just hear it from somebody else?""I heard it from somebody else," Qiu Qianren replied. "Who was it?" Lu Chengfeng pursued.Qiu Qianren hesitated, but finally said, "It was Hong Qigong.""When did he tell you that?" asked Huang Rong."About a month ago," Qiu Qianren answered."Where did you two meet?" Huang Rong asked again."At the summit of Mount Tai taishan," Qiu Qianren answered. "We were having a match and he lost to me. He unintentionally mentioned this."Huang Rong was ecstatic. She hopped around like a little kid. Her left hand grabbed his chest, her right hand pulled away some of his beard. Giggling she said, "Hong Qigong lost to this old scoundrel? Martial Sister Mei, Martial Brother Lu, don't listen to him, he was just just " Being a girl she didn't have a heart to say vulgar language.
