Chapter 229: Ambidextrous Fighting (7)
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"Brother," Zhou Botong continued, "You have understood this mutual hands combat technique; all you need is just a few more years of practice, then your martial art skill will be doubled." As they chatted, the two became more and more excited.
Before then Zhou Botong was afraid Huang Yaoshi would come and made things difficult for him, but now he hoped Huang Yaoshi would show up. He would beat him up and leave this awfully smelly cave forever. He impatiently looked outside hoping to catch a glimpse of Huang Yaoshi's shadow. He would dash out to seek him if he didn't know the pathways on the island were mysteriously arranged.
That night the mute servant came back delivering their dinner. Zhou Botong grabbed his neck and said, "Quickly tell Huang Yaoshi to come over, tell him to try my new technique!" But that old servant only shook his head.
Zhou Botong swore and uttered some indistinct remark before he suddenly realized, "Bah! I forgot you are deaf and mute!" Turned his head to Guo Jing he said, "Tonight we must eat really good." Then he stretched his hand to grab the food basket.
Guo Jing's nostril caught delicious smell from the basket, unlike the meal they usually got. So he hastily opened the basket and saw two small dishes of vegetable with a big bowl of chicken cooked with winter-picked mushroom; one of his favorite. With a thumping heart he took a porcelain spoon to scoop a spoonful of soup. It tasted exactly like the one Huang Rong prepared for him; so he was certain it was Huang Rong. His heart was thumping even harder. Quickly he looked at the basket to see if there was anything unusual. He found a box with ten steamed buns inside. One of them had an image of a gourd, carved using a nail. The marking was so subtle that if he did not pay attention he would surely miss it. Guo Jing knew this bun was unusual. With a trembling hand he picked the bun, broke it into halves and found a wax pill inside. Guo Jing saw Zhou Botong and the old servant did not look his way, so quickly he slipped the pill inside his pocket.
This time two people ate their dinner without caring for its taste: one person was eating while thinking how to have a peerless martial art in the world; while the right hand grabbed a steamed bun the left hand threw some fists, both hands were very busy; sometimes they were fighting each other while the mouth was chewing; the other person wanted to eat as fast as he could so that he could see what Huang Rong had hidden inside the wax pill.
Zhou Botong ate the steamed bun with some effort; with a noisy sound he finished the soup too. The old servant cleaned up and took the basket away. Guo Jing hurriedly pulled out the wax pill, crushed it and took the paper hidden inside. It was indeed Huang Rong's handwriting. It said, 'Brother Jing, please do not worry. Father and I are reconciled. I will slowly ask him to release you.' The letter was closed with two characters, 'Rong'er'. Guo Jing was ecstatic; he showed the letter to Zhou Botong.
Zhou Botong laughed. "Leave it to me," he said. "He can't not release you. We will compel him to; don't need to ask him nicely. If he refuses, I will imprison him in this hole for fifteen years. Aiyo! That's not right! What if in fifteen years he found the secret of mutual hands combat?"
The sky was gradually turning dark. Guo Jing sat cross-legged and was going to cultivate his energy. But his mind kept wandering back to Huang Rong. He could not concentrate for a long time. Finally he was able to calm himself and his chest was relieved; he started to breath evenly. A sudden thought came to his mind: if he could divide his mind to control two hands using two different martial arts, why not try dividing his breathing into two? So he closed one of his nostrils and practice breathing using only one nostril.
He had practiced for about an hour and felt that he had made some progress when he heard some rustling sound. He opened his eyes and could see in the dark somebody with long hair and long beard was moving around: Zhou Botong was practicing martial arts. He opened his eyes wide and looked closely. He saw Zhou Botong's left hand was doing the seventy-two stance of Vacant Fist, while his right hand was doing some other Quan Zhen Sect's fist technique. The fists moved slowly, but they created gusts of wind that created the rustling sound he heard earlier. Guo Jing admired this amazing skill.
While he was half watching and half lost in thought, suddenly he heard Zhou Botong cried anxiously, "Aiyo!" then busily brushed something from his body. A long black and shiny thing flew from his body and hit a distance tree; like he was throwing a secret projectile of some sort. Guo Jing saw Zhou Botong was shaking; he was startled, hurriedly came near and called out, "Big Brother, what happened?"
"I am bitten by a viper! I am dying!" Zhou Botong shouted.
Guo Jing was shocked. Immediately he held Zhou Botong's body. His expression had changed; he leaned on Guo Jing's shoulder and slowly walked back to the cave. Guo Jing quickly tore a piece of his clothes and tightly wrapped it around Zhou Botong's thigh to prevent the venom from entering the heart.
Guo Jing took a flint from his pocket and lighted a paper fire. Under the bright firelight he could see more clearly. His heart jumped to his throat. Zhou Botong's calf was swollen really bad.
"This island does not have this kind of green venomous viper. I wonder where it came from?" Zhou Botong weakly said. "The snake wouldn't be able to bite me when I practice regularly. But this time I was practicing two sets of fist technique; I put all my attention to my movements … Ay!"
Guo Jing heard his voice trembled, he knew the poison was severe. If Zhou Botong did not possess a profound internal energy he would have died early on. Nervously he bent his waist and sucked at the wound.
"You can't do that!" Zhou Botong cried out. "The snake's venom is extraordinary. It will kill you."
But Guo Jing was only thinking of saving his life; he did not even care of his own safety. His right arm held Zhou Botong's body firmly, while his mouth continued sucking. Zhou Botong tried to struggle, but his body was weak; he could not move. A little while later he passed out.
Guo Jing kept sucking the venom out and spat it to the ground. With the poison drained out of his body, plus his profound internal energy Zhou Botong slowly regained his consciousness. His eyes were still heavy. Half awake he said, "Brother, your big brother is going to return to the heaven today. But before leaving this world I can make your friendship, my heart is extremely happy."
Even though Guo Jing crossed Zhou Botong's path only a short while ago, but they were of the same straightforward and honest type, so they hit it off immediately. He felt like they have known each other for dozens of years. Right now he saw his dying face and he couldn't restrain tears from flowing down his cheeks.
Zhou Botong smiled sadly and said, "That Nine Yin Manual was hidden inside a box beneath the stone where I usually sit. I was going to give it to you, but you have sucked deadly venom from the snake, so you will not live long. We two people will walk hand in hand to the underworld. No need to fear we won't have someone to play with. We will play as four people in the cloud … No, as four ghosts … that would be interesting. The bigheaded ghost and the grim reaper will be baffled looking at us. The ghost world won't be the same." Speaking thus he was quite happy.
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"Brother," Zhou Botong continued, "You have understood this mutual hands combat technique; all you need is just a few more years of practice, then your martial art skill will be doubled." As they chatted, the two became more and more excited.
Before then Zhou Botong was afraid Huang Yaoshi would come and made things difficult for him, but now he hoped Huang Yaoshi would show up. He would beat him up and leave this awfully smelly cave forever. He impatiently looked outside hoping to catch a glimpse of Huang Yaoshi's shadow. He would dash out to seek him if he didn't know the pathways on the island were mysteriously arranged.
That night the mute servant came back delivering their dinner. Zhou Botong grabbed his neck and said, "Quickly tell Huang Yaoshi to come over, tell him to try my new technique!" But that old servant only shook his head.
Zhou Botong swore and uttered some indistinct remark before he suddenly realized, "Bah! I forgot you are deaf and mute!" Turned his head to Guo Jing he said, "Tonight we must eat really good." Then he stretched his hand to grab the food basket.
Guo Jing's nostril caught delicious smell from the basket, unlike the meal they usually got. So he hastily opened the basket and saw two small dishes of vegetable with a big bowl of chicken cooked with winter-picked mushroom; one of his favorite. With a thumping heart he took a porcelain spoon to scoop a spoonful of soup. It tasted exactly like the one Huang Rong prepared for him; so he was certain it was Huang Rong. His heart was thumping even harder. Quickly he looked at the basket to see if there was anything unusual. He found a box with ten steamed buns inside. One of them had an image of a gourd, carved using a nail. The marking was so subtle that if he did not pay attention he would surely miss it. Guo Jing knew this bun was unusual. With a trembling hand he picked the bun, broke it into halves and found a wax pill inside. Guo Jing saw Zhou Botong and the old servant did not look his way, so quickly he slipped the pill inside his pocket.
This time two people ate their dinner without caring for its taste: one person was eating while thinking how to have a peerless martial art in the world; while the right hand grabbed a steamed bun the left hand threw some fists, both hands were very busy; sometimes they were fighting each other while the mouth was chewing; the other person wanted to eat as fast as he could so that he could see what Huang Rong had hidden inside the wax pill.
Zhou Botong ate the steamed bun with some effort; with a noisy sound he finished the soup too. The old servant cleaned up and took the basket away. Guo Jing hurriedly pulled out the wax pill, crushed it and took the paper hidden inside. It was indeed Huang Rong's handwriting. It said, 'Brother Jing, please do not worry. Father and I are reconciled. I will slowly ask him to release you.' The letter was closed with two characters, 'Rong'er'. Guo Jing was ecstatic; he showed the letter to Zhou Botong.
Zhou Botong laughed. "Leave it to me," he said. "He can't not release you. We will compel him to; don't need to ask him nicely. If he refuses, I will imprison him in this hole for fifteen years. Aiyo! That's not right! What if in fifteen years he found the secret of mutual hands combat?"
The sky was gradually turning dark. Guo Jing sat cross-legged and was going to cultivate his energy. But his mind kept wandering back to Huang Rong. He could not concentrate for a long time. Finally he was able to calm himself and his chest was relieved; he started to breath evenly. A sudden thought came to his mind: if he could divide his mind to control two hands using two different martial arts, why not try dividing his breathing into two? So he closed one of his nostrils and practice breathing using only one nostril.
He had practiced for about an hour and felt that he had made some progress when he heard some rustling sound. He opened his eyes and could see in the dark somebody with long hair and long beard was moving around: Zhou Botong was practicing martial arts. He opened his eyes wide and looked closely. He saw Zhou Botong's left hand was doing the seventy-two stance of Vacant Fist, while his right hand was doing some other Quan Zhen Sect's fist technique. The fists moved slowly, but they created gusts of wind that created the rustling sound he heard earlier. Guo Jing admired this amazing skill.
While he was half watching and half lost in thought, suddenly he heard Zhou Botong cried anxiously, "Aiyo!" then busily brushed something from his body. A long black and shiny thing flew from his body and hit a distance tree; like he was throwing a secret projectile of some sort. Guo Jing saw Zhou Botong was shaking; he was startled, hurriedly came near and called out, "Big Brother, what happened?"
"I am bitten by a viper! I am dying!" Zhou Botong shouted.
Guo Jing was shocked. Immediately he held Zhou Botong's body. His expression had changed; he leaned on Guo Jing's shoulder and slowly walked back to the cave. Guo Jing quickly tore a piece of his clothes and tightly wrapped it around Zhou Botong's thigh to prevent the venom from entering the heart.
Guo Jing took a flint from his pocket and lighted a paper fire. Under the bright firelight he could see more clearly. His heart jumped to his throat. Zhou Botong's calf was swollen really bad.
"This island does not have this kind of green venomous viper. I wonder where it came from?" Zhou Botong weakly said. "The snake wouldn't be able to bite me when I practice regularly. But this time I was practicing two sets of fist technique; I put all my attention to my movements … Ay!"
Guo Jing heard his voice trembled, he knew the poison was severe. If Zhou Botong did not possess a profound internal energy he would have died early on. Nervously he bent his waist and sucked at the wound.
"You can't do that!" Zhou Botong cried out. "The snake's venom is extraordinary. It will kill you."
But Guo Jing was only thinking of saving his life; he did not even care of his own safety. His right arm held Zhou Botong's body firmly, while his mouth continued sucking. Zhou Botong tried to struggle, but his body was weak; he could not move. A little while later he passed out.
Guo Jing kept sucking the venom out and spat it to the ground. With the poison drained out of his body, plus his profound internal energy Zhou Botong slowly regained his consciousness. His eyes were still heavy. Half awake he said, "Brother, your big brother is going to return to the heaven today. But before leaving this world I can make your friendship, my heart is extremely happy."
Even though Guo Jing crossed Zhou Botong's path only a short while ago, but they were of the same straightforward and honest type, so they hit it off immediately. He felt like they have known each other for dozens of years. Right now he saw his dying face and he couldn't restrain tears from flowing down his cheeks.
Zhou Botong smiled sadly and said, "That Nine Yin Manual was hidden inside a box beneath the stone where I usually sit. I was going to give it to you, but you have sucked deadly venom from the snake, so you will not live long. We two people will walk hand in hand to the underworld. No need to fear we won't have someone to play with. We will play as four people in the cloud … No, as four ghosts … that would be interesting. The bigheaded ghost and the grim reaper will be baffled looking at us. The ghost world won't be the same." Speaking thus he was quite happy.
"Brother," Zhou Botong continued, "You have understood this mutual hands combat technique; all you need is just a few more years of practice, then your martial art skill will be doubled." As they chatted, the two became more and more excited.Before then Zhou Botong was afraid Huang Yaoshi would come and made things difficult for him, but now he hoped Huang Yaoshi would show up. He would beat him up and leave this awfully smelly cave forever. He impatiently looked outside hoping to catch a glimpse of Huang Yaoshi's shadow. He would dash out to seek him if he didn't know the pathways on the island were mysteriously arranged.That night the mute servant came back delivering their dinner. Zhou Botong grabbed his neck and said, "Quickly tell Huang Yaoshi to come over, tell him to try my new technique!" But that old servant only shook his head.Zhou Botong swore and uttered some indistinct remark before he suddenly realized, "Bah! I forgot you are deaf and mute!" Turned his head to Guo Jing he said, "Tonight we must eat really good." Then he stretched his hand to grab the food basket.Guo Jing's nostril caught delicious smell from the basket, unlike the meal they usually got. So he hastily opened the basket and saw two small dishes of vegetable with a big bowl of chicken cooked with winter-picked mushroom; one of his favorite. With a thumping heart he took a porcelain spoon to scoop a spoonful of soup. It tasted exactly like the one Huang Rong prepared for him; so he was certain it was Huang Rong. His heart was thumping even harder. Quickly he looked at the basket to see if there was anything unusual. He found a box with ten steamed buns inside. One of them had an image of a gourd, carved using a nail. The marking was so subtle that if he did not pay attention he would surely miss it. Guo Jing knew this bun was unusual. With a trembling hand he picked the bun, broke it into halves and found a wax pill inside. Guo Jing saw Zhou Botong and the old servant did not look his way, so quickly he slipped the pill inside his pocket.This time two people ate their dinner without caring for its taste: one person was eating while thinking how to have a peerless martial art in the world; while the right hand grabbed a steamed bun the left hand threw some fists, both hands were very busy; sometimes they were fighting each other while the mouth was chewing; the other person wanted to eat as fast as he could so that he could see what Huang Rong had hidden inside the wax pill.Zhou Botong ate the steamed bun with some effort; with a noisy sound he finished the soup too. The old servant cleaned up and took the basket away. Guo Jing hurriedly pulled out the wax pill, crushed it and took the paper hidden inside. It was indeed Huang Rong's handwriting. It said, 'Brother Jing, please do not worry. Father and I are reconciled. I will slowly ask him to release you.' The letter was closed with two characters, 'Rong'er'. Guo Jing was ecstatic; he showed the letter to Zhou Botong.Zhou Botong laughed. "Leave it to me," he said. "He can't not release you. We will compel him to; don't need to ask him nicely. If he refuses, I will imprison him in this hole for fifteen years. Aiyo! That's not right! What if in fifteen years he found the secret of mutual hands combat?"The sky was gradually turning dark. Guo Jing sat cross-legged and was going to cultivate his energy. But his mind kept wandering back to Huang Rong. He could not concentrate for a long time. Finally he was able to calm himself and his chest was relieved; he started to breath evenly. A sudden thought came to his mind: if he could divide his mind to control two hands using two different martial arts, why not try dividing his breathing into two? So he closed one of his nostrils and practice breathing using only one nostril.He had practiced for about an hour and felt that he had made some progress when he heard some rustling sound. He opened his eyes and could see in the dark somebody with long hair and long beard was moving around: Zhou Botong was practicing martial arts. He opened his eyes wide and looked closely. He saw Zhou Botong's left hand was doing the seventy-two stance of Vacant Fist, while his right hand was doing some other Quan Zhen Sect's fist technique. The fists moved slowly, but they created gusts of wind that created the rustling sound he heard earlier. Guo Jing admired this amazing skill.While he was half watching and half lost in thought, suddenly he heard Zhou Botong cried anxiously, "Aiyo!" then busily brushed something from his body. A long black and shiny thing flew from his body and hit a distance tree; like he was throwing a secret projectile of some sort. Guo Jing saw Zhou Botong was shaking; he was startled, hurriedly came near and called out, "Big Brother, what happened?""I am bitten by a viper! I am dying!" Zhou Botong shouted.Guo Jing was shocked. Immediately he held Zhou Botong's body. His expression had changed; he leaned on Guo Jing's shoulder and slowly walked back to the cave. Guo Jing quickly tore a piece of his clothes and tightly wrapped it around Zhou Botong's thigh to prevent the venom from entering the heart.Guo Jing took a flint from his pocket and lighted a paper fire. Under the bright firelight he could see more clearly. His heart jumped to his throat. Zhou Botong's calf was swollen really bad."This island does not have this kind of green venomous viper. I wonder where it came from?" Zhou Botong weakly said. "The snake wouldn't be able to bite me when I practice regularly. But this time I was practicing two sets of fist technique; I put all my attention to my movements Ay!"Guo Jing heard his voice trembled, he knew the poison was severe. If Zhou Botong did not possess a profound internal energy he would have died early on. Nervously he bent his waist and sucked at the wound."You can't do that!" Zhou Botong cried out. "The snake's venom is extraordinary. It will kill you."But Guo Jing was only thinking of saving his life; he did not even care of his own safety. His right arm held Zhou Botong's body firmly, while his mouth continued sucking. Zhou Botong tried to struggle, but his body was weak; he could not move. A little while later he passed out.Guo Jing kept sucking the venom out and spat it to the ground. With the poison drained out of his body, plus his profound internal energy Zhou Botong slowly regained his consciousness. His eyes were still heavy. Half awake he said, "Brother, your big brother is going to return to the heaven today. But before leaving this world I can make your friendship, my heart is extremely happy."Even though Guo Jing crossed Zhou Botong's path only a short while ago, but they were of the same straightforward and honest type, so they hit it off immediately. He felt like they have known each other for dozens of years. Right now he saw his dying face and he couldn't restrain tears from flowing down his cheeks.Zhou Botong smiled sadly and said, "That Nine Yin Manual was hidden inside a box beneath the stone where I usually sit. I was going to give it to you, but you have sucked deadly venom from the snake, so you will not live long. We two people will walk hand in hand to the underworld. No need to fear we won't have someone to play with. We will play as four people in the cloud No, as four ghosts that would be interesting. The bigheaded ghost and the grim reaper will be baffled looking at us. The ghost world won't be the same." Speaking thus he was quite happy.
