Chapter 250: A Shiver of Sharks In the Big Waves (3)
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Ouyang Feng simply smiled casually, "The way I see it we don't need to waste our energy to fight. The title 'the world's number one martial artist' has been decided early on."
Hong Qigong was taken aback, "Has been decided? Could it be that Du Xiong has mastered a matchless unique skill?"
Ouyang Feng showed a faint smile, "With a mediocre skill, how would Ouyang Feng dare to covet the title 'the world's number one martial artist'? I am talking about the person who taught this Guo Xianzhi."
Hong Qigong laughed, "Are you talking about the Old Beggar?" he said, "I'd like that, but Yao Xiong's martial art has improved daily. For you, Du Xiong, advancing years also mean advancing skill. I am afraid Emperor Duan's martial art skill is not getting lower either. I don't think the Old Beggar will have any advantage."
Ouyang Feng coldly said, "Among the people who taught Guo Xianzhi, not necessarily Qi Xiong's martial art is the finest."
"What?" Hong Qigong barely closed his mouth when Huang Yaoshi interrupted, "Uh, are you talking about the Old Urchin Zhou Botong?"
"That's right!" Ouyang Feng replied, "Since the Old Urchin had mastered the Nine Yin Manual, then all of us: the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Southern Emperor and Northern Beggar, are not his match anymore."
"That is not necessarily true," Huang Yaoshi said, "Manual is dead, but martial art is alive."
Ouyang Feng noticed earlier that Huang Yaoshi had diverted his question; he did not let Guo Jing tell them Zhou Botong's whereabouts; he knew something was amiss; so he decided to mention it again just before he leave. Hearing Huang Yaoshi said that he knew his suspicion was not unsubstantiated; but he was crafty, so his face did not show any changes. Nonchalantly he said, "We all know the quality of Quan Zhen Sect's martial art; we even need to ask for their advice. Now the Old Urchin has added the skill of the Nine Yin Manual to that; even if Wang Chongyang were alive, I doubt he would be his match; not to mention us. Ay! Quan Zhen is really good; even if the three of us work hard for a lifetime, we are still a notch below them."
"The Old Urchin's martial art is a lot better than mine," Huang Yaoshi said, "But has not reached Feng Xiong and Qi Xiong's level. I know this for a fact."
"Yao Xiong do not need to be modest," Ouyang Feng said, "You and I are 'ban jin ba liang' [lit. half a 'jin' eight 'liang' – comparable, equal]. You have said so yourself; that Zhou Botong's martial art is not as good as yours. However, I am afraid …" He shook his head.
"Feng Xiong will find out next year at the Sword Meet of Mount Hua," Huang Yaoshi smiled.
Ouyang Feng was serious, "Yao Xiong, I usually respect your martial art, but I doubt it when you said you can defeat the Old Urchin. I think with him, you'd better watch out."
It was not that Huang Yaoshi did not know that he was being provoked, but he was a proud man; of course he did not want anybody belittle him. So with indignation he said, "The Old Urchin is actually on the Peach Blossom Island. Brother has imprisoned him for fifteen years."
Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong were dumbstruck. Hong Qigong simply raised his eyebrows, but Ouyang Feng actually broke up in laughter, "Yao Xiong, that was a very good joke!"
Huang Yaoshi did not say anything; he pointed his finger as if showing the way, then he exerted his strength to his feet, and flew back to the bamboo groove. Hong Qigong followed along, his left hand holding Guo Jing, his right hand Huang Rong. Ouyang Feng also pulled Ouyang Ke's arm; together they used their lightness kungfu and not too long afterward arrived in front of Zhou Botong's cave.
When they were still quite a distance away Huang Yaoshi had noticed that the cave was empty. "Ah!" he uttered his surprise. With a body as light as a feather he leaped up to the sky; and several jumps later he had already arrived at the cave's mouth. His left foot landed first, only to feel he stepped on an empty space. Suddenly meeting an accident he did not panic; he kicked his right foot to the air and jumped vertically up. Again he landed his left foot gently, but again he felt he was stepping on an empty air. This time he was not able to use anything as a stepping stone, so with the back of his hand he pulled the jade flute from his belt and in one fluid motion struck the flute to the cave wall. With one push his body flew out of the cave like a flying arrow.
That vertical leap, pulling out the jade flute and flying backward outside the cave were done in a flash. Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng saw his wonderful skill and they cheered; only to hear a "Splotch!" sound. Huang Yaoshi's both feet fell into a hole on the ground outside the cave.
Huang Yaoshi felt his feet were stepping on something wet and soft. With a light kick once again his body flew up. While he was still on the air he saw Hong Qigong and the rest had arrived and they did not fall into any trap, so he landed gently on his daughter's side. Suddenly a stinky stench attacked his nostrils; he looked down and to his dismay he saw his feet were covered with dung.
Everybody was puzzled; with his high level of martial art skill, plus his intelligence, how could Huang Yaoshi fall into somebody else's trap?
Huang Yaoshi was furious; he took a tree branch to test the ground, poking to the east and striking to the west. To his surprise, only those three holes were there, the rest was just solid ground.
Obviously Zhou Botong had expected him to come rushing into the cave, so he prepared the first hole. He had carefully calculated that with his level of lightness kungfu Huang Yaoshi would leap vertically up to avoid falling into this hole; therefore, he prepared the second hole. Again, he knew that this second hole would not trap Huang Yaoshi. So he cleverly placed the third hole, knowing Huang Yaoshi would leap backward, outside the cave; and filled this hole with dung.
Huang Yaoshi carefully entered the cave, looked to all directions and saw nothing inside the cave except some clay jars and clay bowls. He vaguely saw several lines of characters written on the cave wall.
Seeing Huang Yaoshi fell into a trap Ouyang Feng laughed in his heart. But now he saw Huang Yaoshi walk toward cave wall to take a look; he thought there was a slight possibility that the Nine Yin Manual was written on that wall; so he threw any cautions to the wind and hurriedly went forward to take a closer look. What he saw was several characters carved with a needle which read, "Old Heretic Huang, you have broken both of my legs and imprisoned me for fifteen years inside this cave. I should have broken both of your legs to vent my anger. But after some thoughts I decided to let it pass. I give you this pile of dung and a pot of stinky urine instead. Please, please …" The characters below those 'please' words were covered with a leaf.
Huang Yaoshi casually stretched his hand to lift the leaf up, but the leaf was tied with a string. Without thinking he pulled the string only to hear some knocking noise above him. Realizing what had happened Huang Yaoshi quickly jumped to the left. Right next to him Ouyang Feng was also quick, seeing that Huang Yaoshi moved, he also jumped to the right. Who would have thought that a series of clanking noise was heard; a whole bunch of clay jars fell down from both sides of the cave wall. Both men were drenched in smelly urine!
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Ouyang Feng simply smiled casually, "The way I see it we don't need to waste our energy to fight. The title 'the world's number one martial artist' has been decided early on."
Hong Qigong was taken aback, "Has been decided? Could it be that Du Xiong has mastered a matchless unique skill?"
Ouyang Feng showed a faint smile, "With a mediocre skill, how would Ouyang Feng dare to covet the title 'the world's number one martial artist'? I am talking about the person who taught this Guo Xianzhi."
Hong Qigong laughed, "Are you talking about the Old Beggar?" he said, "I'd like that, but Yao Xiong's martial art has improved daily. For you, Du Xiong, advancing years also mean advancing skill. I am afraid Emperor Duan's martial art skill is not getting lower either. I don't think the Old Beggar will have any advantage."
Ouyang Feng coldly said, "Among the people who taught Guo Xianzhi, not necessarily Qi Xiong's martial art is the finest."
"What?" Hong Qigong barely closed his mouth when Huang Yaoshi interrupted, "Uh, are you talking about the Old Urchin Zhou Botong?"
"That's right!" Ouyang Feng replied, "Since the Old Urchin had mastered the Nine Yin Manual, then all of us: the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Southern Emperor and Northern Beggar, are not his match anymore."
"That is not necessarily true," Huang Yaoshi said, "Manual is dead, but martial art is alive."
Ouyang Feng noticed earlier that Huang Yaoshi had diverted his question; he did not let Guo Jing tell them Zhou Botong's whereabouts; he knew something was amiss; so he decided to mention it again just before he leave. Hearing Huang Yaoshi said that he knew his suspicion was not unsubstantiated; but he was crafty, so his face did not show any changes. Nonchalantly he said, "We all know the quality of Quan Zhen Sect's martial art; we even need to ask for their advice. Now the Old Urchin has added the skill of the Nine Yin Manual to that; even if Wang Chongyang were alive, I doubt he would be his match; not to mention us. Ay! Quan Zhen is really good; even if the three of us work hard for a lifetime, we are still a notch below them."
"The Old Urchin's martial art is a lot better than mine," Huang Yaoshi said, "But has not reached Feng Xiong and Qi Xiong's level. I know this for a fact."
"Yao Xiong do not need to be modest," Ouyang Feng said, "You and I are 'ban jin ba liang' [lit. half a 'jin' eight 'liang' – comparable, equal]. You have said so yourself; that Zhou Botong's martial art is not as good as yours. However, I am afraid …" He shook his head.
"Feng Xiong will find out next year at the Sword Meet of Mount Hua," Huang Yaoshi smiled.
Ouyang Feng was serious, "Yao Xiong, I usually respect your martial art, but I doubt it when you said you can defeat the Old Urchin. I think with him, you'd better watch out."
It was not that Huang Yaoshi did not know that he was being provoked, but he was a proud man; of course he did not want anybody belittle him. So with indignation he said, "The Old Urchin is actually on the Peach Blossom Island. Brother has imprisoned him for fifteen years."
Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong were dumbstruck. Hong Qigong simply raised his eyebrows, but Ouyang Feng actually broke up in laughter, "Yao Xiong, that was a very good joke!"
Huang Yaoshi did not say anything; he pointed his finger as if showing the way, then he exerted his strength to his feet, and flew back to the bamboo groove. Hong Qigong followed along, his left hand holding Guo Jing, his right hand Huang Rong. Ouyang Feng also pulled Ouyang Ke's arm; together they used their lightness kungfu and not too long afterward arrived in front of Zhou Botong's cave.
When they were still quite a distance away Huang Yaoshi had noticed that the cave was empty. "Ah!" he uttered his surprise. With a body as light as a feather he leaped up to the sky; and several jumps later he had already arrived at the cave's mouth. His left foot landed first, only to feel he stepped on an empty space. Suddenly meeting an accident he did not panic; he kicked his right foot to the air and jumped vertically up. Again he landed his left foot gently, but again he felt he was stepping on an empty air. This time he was not able to use anything as a stepping stone, so with the back of his hand he pulled the jade flute from his belt and in one fluid motion struck the flute to the cave wall. With one push his body flew out of the cave like a flying arrow.
That vertical leap, pulling out the jade flute and flying backward outside the cave were done in a flash. Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng saw his wonderful skill and they cheered; only to hear a "Splotch!" sound. Huang Yaoshi's both feet fell into a hole on the ground outside the cave.
Huang Yaoshi felt his feet were stepping on something wet and soft. With a light kick once again his body flew up. While he was still on the air he saw Hong Qigong and the rest had arrived and they did not fall into any trap, so he landed gently on his daughter's side. Suddenly a stinky stench attacked his nostrils; he looked down and to his dismay he saw his feet were covered with dung.
Everybody was puzzled; with his high level of martial art skill, plus his intelligence, how could Huang Yaoshi fall into somebody else's trap?
Huang Yaoshi was furious; he took a tree branch to test the ground, poking to the east and striking to the west. To his surprise, only those three holes were there, the rest was just solid ground.
Obviously Zhou Botong had expected him to come rushing into the cave, so he prepared the first hole. He had carefully calculated that with his level of lightness kungfu Huang Yaoshi would leap vertically up to avoid falling into this hole; therefore, he prepared the second hole. Again, he knew that this second hole would not trap Huang Yaoshi. So he cleverly placed the third hole, knowing Huang Yaoshi would leap backward, outside the cave; and filled this hole with dung.
Huang Yaoshi carefully entered the cave, looked to all directions and saw nothing inside the cave except some clay jars and clay bowls. He vaguely saw several lines of characters written on the cave wall.
Seeing Huang Yaoshi fell into a trap Ouyang Feng laughed in his heart. But now he saw Huang Yaoshi walk toward cave wall to take a look; he thought there was a slight possibility that the Nine Yin Manual was written on that wall; so he threw any cautions to the wind and hurriedly went forward to take a closer look. What he saw was several characters carved with a needle which read, "Old Heretic Huang, you have broken both of my legs and imprisoned me for fifteen years inside this cave. I should have broken both of your legs to vent my anger. But after some thoughts I decided to let it pass. I give you this pile of dung and a pot of stinky urine instead. Please, please …" The characters below those 'please' words were covered with a leaf.
Huang Yaoshi casually stretched his hand to lift the leaf up, but the leaf was tied with a string. Without thinking he pulled the string only to hear some knocking noise above him. Realizing what had happened Huang Yaoshi quickly jumped to the left. Right next to him Ouyang Feng was also quick, seeing that Huang Yaoshi moved, he also jumped to the right. Who would have thought that a series of clanking noise was heard; a whole bunch of clay jars fell down from both sides of the cave wall. Both men were drenched in smelly urine!
Ouyang Feng simply smiled casually, "The way I see it we don't need to waste our energy to fight. The title 'the world's number one martial artist' has been decided early on."Hong Qigong was taken aback, "Has been decided? Could it be that Du Xiong has mastered a matchless unique skill?"Ouyang Feng showed a faint smile, "With a mediocre skill, how would Ouyang Feng dare to covet the title 'the world's number one martial artist'? I am talking about the person who taught this Guo Xianzhi."Hong Qigong laughed, "Are you talking about the Old Beggar?" he said, "I'd like that, but Yao Xiong's martial art has improved daily. For you, Du Xiong, advancing years also mean advancing skill. I am afraid Emperor Duan's martial art skill is not getting lower either. I don't think the Old Beggar will have any advantage."Ouyang Feng coldly said, "Among the people who taught Guo Xianzhi, not necessarily Qi Xiong's martial art is the finest.""What?" Hong Qigong barely closed his mouth when Huang Yaoshi interrupted, "Uh, are you talking about the Old Urchin Zhou Botong?""That's right!" Ouyang Feng replied, "Since the Old Urchin had mastered the Nine Yin Manual, then all of us: the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Southern Emperor and Northern Beggar, are not his match anymore.""That is not necessarily true," Huang Yaoshi said, "Manual is dead, but martial art is alive."Ouyang Feng noticed earlier that Huang Yaoshi had diverted his question; he did not let Guo Jing tell them Zhou Botong's whereabouts; he knew something was amiss; so he decided to mention it again just before he leave. Hearing Huang Yaoshi said that he knew his suspicion was not unsubstantiated; but he was crafty, so his face did not show any changes. Nonchalantly he said, "We all know the quality of Quan Zhen Sect's martial art; we even need to ask for their advice. Now the Old Urchin has added the skill of the Nine Yin Manual to that; even if Wang Chongyang were alive, I doubt he would be his match; not to mention us. Ay! Quan Zhen is really good; even if the three of us work hard for a lifetime, we are still a notch below them.""The Old Urchin's martial art is a lot better than mine," Huang Yaoshi said, "But has not reached Feng Xiong and Qi Xiong's level. I know this for a fact.""Yao Xiong do not need to be modest," Ouyang Feng said, "You and I are 'ban jin ba liang' lit. half a 'jin' eight 'liang' comparable, equal. You have said so yourself; that Zhou Botong's martial art is not as good as yours. However, I am afraid " He shook his head."Feng Xiong will find out next year at the Sword Meet of Mount Hua," Huang Yaoshi smiled.Ouyang Feng was serious, "Yao Xiong, I usually respect your martial art, but I doubt it when you said you can defeat the Old Urchin. I think with him, you'd better watch out."It was not that Huang Yaoshi did not know that he was being provoked, but he was a proud man; of course he did not want anybody belittle him. So with indignation he said, "The Old Urchin is actually on the Peach Blossom Island. Brother has imprisoned him for fifteen years."Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong were dumbstruck. Hong Qigong simply raised his eyebrows, but Ouyang Feng actually broke up in laughter, "Yao Xiong, that was a very good joke!"Huang Yaoshi did not say anything; he pointed his finger as if showing the way, then he exerted his strength to his feet, and flew back to the bamboo groove. Hong Qigong followed along, his left hand holding Guo Jing, his right hand Huang Rong. Ouyang Feng also pulled Ouyang Ke's arm; together they used their lightness kungfu and not too long afterward arrived in front of Zhou Botong's cave.When they were still quite a distance away Huang Yaoshi had noticed that the cave was empty. "Ah!" he uttered his surprise. With a body as light as a feather he leaped up to the sky; and several jumps later he had already arrived at the cave's mouth. His left foot landed first, only to feel he stepped on an empty space. Suddenly meeting an accident he did not panic; he kicked his right foot to the air and jumped vertically up. Again he landed his left foot gently, but again he felt he was stepping on an empty air. This time he was not able to use anything as a stepping stone, so with the back of his hand he pulled the jade flute from his belt and in one fluid motion struck the flute to the cave wall. With one push his body flew out of the cave like a flying arrow.That vertical leap, pulling out the jade flute and flying backward outside the cave were done in a flash. Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng saw his wonderful skill and they cheered; only to hear a "Splotch!" sound. Huang Yaoshi's both feet fell into a hole on the ground outside the cave.Huang Yaoshi felt his feet were stepping on something wet and soft. With a light kick once again his body flew up. While he was still on the air he saw Hong Qigong and the rest had arrived and they did not fall into any trap, so he landed gently on his daughter's side. Suddenly a stinky stench attacked his nostrils; he looked down and to his dismay he saw his feet were covered with dung.Everybody was puzzled; with his high level of martial art skill, plus his intelligence, how could Huang Yaoshi fall into somebody else's trap?Huang Yaoshi was furious; he took a tree branch to test the ground, poking to the east and striking to the west. To his surprise, only those three holes were there, the rest was just solid ground.Obviously Zhou Botong had expected him to come rushing into the cave, so he prepared the first hole. He had carefully calculated that with his level of lightness kungfu Huang Yaoshi would leap vertically up to avoid falling into this hole; therefore, he prepared the second hole. Again, he knew that this second hole would not trap Huang Yaoshi. So he cleverly placed the third hole, knowing Huang Yaoshi would leap backward, outside the cave; and filled this hole with dung.Huang Yaoshi carefully entered the cave, looked to all directions and saw nothing inside the cave except some clay jars and clay bowls. He vaguely saw several lines of characters written on the cave wall.Seeing Huang Yaoshi fell into a trap Ouyang Feng laughed in his heart. But now he saw Huang Yaoshi walk toward cave wall to take a look; he thought there was a slight possibility that the Nine Yin Manual was written on that wall; so he threw any cautions to the wind and hurriedly went forward to take a closer look. What he saw was several characters carved with a needle which read, "Old Heretic Huang, you have broken both of my legs and imprisoned me for fifteen years inside this cave. I should have broken both of your legs to vent my anger. But after some thoughts I decided to let it pass. I give you this pile of dung and a pot of stinky urine instead. Please, please " The characters below those 'please' words were covered with a leaf.Huang Yaoshi casually stretched his hand to lift the leaf up, but the leaf was tied with a string. Without thinking he pulled the string only to hear some knocking noise above him. Realizing what had happened Huang Yaoshi quickly jumped to the left. Right next to him Ouyang Feng was also quick, seeing that Huang Yaoshi moved, he also jumped to the right. Who would have thought that a series of clanking noise was heard; a whole bunch of clay jars fell down from both sides of the cave wall. Both men were drenched in smelly urine!
