Chapter 349: Fresh Allian e of an Old Pledge (6)
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"What?" said Huang Rong, laughing. "Had enough?"
Qiu Qianren gave her a stern look. "Miss," he said, "you've already sustained an internal injury. Hurry off to a tranquil room to convalesce for seven times seven days. And don't so much as peep outside, or else there's no guaranteeing your little life!"
Seeing him speak so seriously, Huang Rong couldn't help being startled for a moment – before bursting into giggles of uncontrollable laughter, her body trembling like the stem of a flower.
By now, Huang Yaoshi and the Six Freaks of Jiangnan had already caught up, and were puzzled at the sight of Tuolei and the others tied against trees.
Ouyang Feng had naturally heard that the martial arts of Qiu Qianren were astonishing. In one former year, he'd beaten the master warriors of the Hengshan School – which had rocked the southern realms with its might – until they lay dead or dying, using only his pair of iron palms. There and then, Hengshan suffered irrecoverable collapse, never again able to hold its position in wulin. But today, how come he couldn't even beat a little girl like Huang Rong? And could it be true that he had facial neigong, able to injure opponents by firing their force back at them? Not only was this unheard of, it didn't look like it, given his situation.
Just as Ouyang Feng was hesitating, he raised his head and suddenly spotted a document pouch of Sichuan brocade hanging aslant from Huang Yaoshi's shoulder, with a camel embroidered in white silk on its surface – the property, as it happened, of his own nephew. Deep down, he couldn't help feeling dread. Having left after killing Tan Chuduan and Mei Chaofeng, he had come back again just to collect his nephew. "Could it be that Huang Yaoshi has actually killed the lad in vengeance for his disciple?" he thought.
In a trembling voice, he asked: "What's happened to my nephew?"
"What's happened to my disciple Mei Chaofeng is also what's happened to your nephew," replied Huang Yaoshi icily.
Ouyang Feng felt half his body go cold. Ouyang Ke had been born because of an illicit liaison between him and his sister-in-law; nephew by name, he was actually his dear son, and he loved this illegitimate son like life itself. He had felt that, although Huang Yaoshi and the Quanzhen Taoists had established deep grievances with him, all of these people were renowned champions in jianghu; with Ouyang Ke unable to move either of his legs an inch, there was no way they'd cause him trouble. He just had to wait for them to disperse, before taking his son to a quiet place where he'd recuperate from his injuries. Little did he know that Ouyang Ke had already met with brutality.
Huang Yaoshi watched him standing there, eyes staring straight ahead, about to launch a sudden attack any moment now. He knew that this would be unleashed with a mountain-moving, ocean-churning violence, an unstoppable force; inwardly, he readied himself.
"Who's the killer?" growled Ouyang Feng. "One of yours, or one of Quanzhen's?" He knew that, with Huang Yaoshi's exalted status, he'd never kill with his own hands someone who had two broken legs. He must have got somebody else to do it. By now, Ouyang Feng's naturally harsh voice had become even more ear-piercingly jarring.
Huang Yaoshi answered coldly: "A brat who's studied Quanzhen martial arts plus some skills from Peachblossom Island, and who's well acquainted with you. You go and look for him."
Huang Yaoshi was actually talking of Yang Kang, but when Ouyang Feng thought about it, Guo Jing instantly came to mind. Bursting with rage and anguish, for a moment he aimed a ferocious glare at Guo Jing, and then turned his head to Huang Yaoshi. "What the heck are you doing taking my nephew's document pouch?" he asked.
"If the master map of Peachblossom Island was with him, I had to take it back," said Huang Yaoshi. "In digging down to search for the map, it was necessary for me to trouble your excellent nephew – after his burial – with the sight of daylight once again. Of that, I feel rather regretful. It's a shame that although he had the document pouch on him, within the pouch, that master map was nowhere to be seen; the search ended up being a waste of Heretic Huang's efforts. Still, we definitely gave the remains of your nephew a proper resting-place; we dared not have it the least bit deficient."
"Well said, well said," remarked Ouyang Feng.
He was aware that victory and defeat against Huang Yaoshi would be hard to tell apart until after one or two thousand moves had been exchanged, and that he'd not necessarily be the one standing in the ascendancy. Fortunately, he'd already gotten his hands on the 9 Yin Scripture, and anyway, there was no impatience for the day of revenge. But if Qiu Qianren could beat up the Jiangnan Six, Guo Jing and Huang Rong – and afterwards, come to his assistance – the two of them joining forces might take the life of Huang Yaoshi there and then. At this time of bereavement, from the sudden news that his dear son had been killed, he was still capable of coolly appraising the situation between himself and the enemy; and having calculated the chances of winning were higher, he wasn't willing to let the opportunity go. He turned his head to Qiu Qianren.
"Brother Qianren," he said, "you massacre these eight, while I deal with Heretic Huang."
Qiu Qianren laughed and gave a few gentle waves of his big cattail-leaf fan. "That's fine," he said. "I'll come and help you after I've massacred these eight."
"Precisely," said Ouyang Feng.
And with that one word, he fixed his glaring eyes on Huang Yaoshi, and slowly began crouching down. Huang Yaoshi, his legs in a 'half-nail, half-V' stance, stepped eastward into a 'Z-tree' position. In a moment, the two men were about to use world-class martial arts to distinguish the strong and the weak, the living and the dead.
"Massacre me first!" giggled Huang Rong.
Qiu Qianren shook his head. "Young miss is so cute and lively," he said, "I almost can't bear to do it…Oh shit! Oh shit!" He was suddenly clutching his belly with both hands and bending over at the waist. "At this time, of all the rotten coincidences…"
"What?" said Huang Rong, puzzled.
"You wait a moment," said Qiu Qianren, a strained look on his face. "I've suddenly got a stomach-ache. I must be excused!"
Huang Rong spluttered, for once not knowing what to say. Qiu Qianren, his brows knitted in an expression of discomfort, gave another moan; clutching his crotch with both hands, he ran off to one side, a limp in his step. From the look of things, he'd had a sudden stomach-ache and, unable to hold it in, had pooped into his pants. Huang Rong, aghast, had a feeling that he was eight-tenths faking it. But worried that he really did have diarrhoea, she looked on wide-eyed and let him run past, not daring to get in his way.
Zhu Cong took out a piece of straw tissue from his pocket. With flying steps, he caught up with Qiu Qianren and tapped him on the shoulder, saying pleasantly: "Have some toilet paper."
"Thanks a lot," said Qiu Qianren. Going into some bushes by a tree, he squatted down.
Huang Rong picked up a stone and threw it at the small of his back, calling out: "Go a bit further!"
The stone was just about to hit Qiu Qianren when he reached behind with his hand and caught hold of it. "Does the smell offend you, miss?" he laughed. "I'll just go a bit further away, then. And the eight of you better wait for me; don't be taking the opportunity to slip away!" As he talked, he pulled up his pants and walked further and further; behind a line of low groves over ten zhang away, he squatted down again.
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"What?" said Huang Rong, laughing. "Had enough?"
Qiu Qianren gave her a stern look. "Miss," he said, "you've already sustained an internal injury. Hurry off to a tranquil room to convalesce for seven times seven days. And don't so much as peep outside, or else there's no guaranteeing your little life!"
Seeing him speak so seriously, Huang Rong couldn't help being startled for a moment – before bursting into giggles of uncontrollable laughter, her body trembling like the stem of a flower.
By now, Huang Yaoshi and the Six Freaks of Jiangnan had already caught up, and were puzzled at the sight of Tuolei and the others tied against trees.
Ouyang Feng had naturally heard that the martial arts of Qiu Qianren were astonishing. In one former year, he'd beaten the master warriors of the Hengshan School – which had rocked the southern realms with its might – until they lay dead or dying, using only his pair of iron palms. There and then, Hengshan suffered irrecoverable collapse, never again able to hold its position in wulin. But today, how come he couldn't even beat a little girl like Huang Rong? And could it be true that he had facial neigong, able to injure opponents by firing their force back at them? Not only was this unheard of, it didn't look like it, given his situation.
Just as Ouyang Feng was hesitating, he raised his head and suddenly spotted a document pouch of Sichuan brocade hanging aslant from Huang Yaoshi's shoulder, with a camel embroidered in white silk on its surface – the property, as it happened, of his own nephew. Deep down, he couldn't help feeling dread. Having left after killing Tan Chuduan and Mei Chaofeng, he had come back again just to collect his nephew. "Could it be that Huang Yaoshi has actually killed the lad in vengeance for his disciple?" he thought.
In a trembling voice, he asked: "What's happened to my nephew?"
"What's happened to my disciple Mei Chaofeng is also what's happened to your nephew," replied Huang Yaoshi icily.
Ouyang Feng felt half his body go cold. Ouyang Ke had been born because of an illicit liaison between him and his sister-in-law; nephew by name, he was actually his dear son, and he loved this illegitimate son like life itself. He had felt that, although Huang Yaoshi and the Quanzhen Taoists had established deep grievances with him, all of these people were renowned champions in jianghu; with Ouyang Ke unable to move either of his legs an inch, there was no way they'd cause him trouble. He just had to wait for them to disperse, before taking his son to a quiet place where he'd recuperate from his injuries. Little did he know that Ouyang Ke had already met with brutality.
Huang Yaoshi watched him standing there, eyes staring straight ahead, about to launch a sudden attack any moment now. He knew that this would be unleashed with a mountain-moving, ocean-churning violence, an unstoppable force; inwardly, he readied himself.
"Who's the killer?" growled Ouyang Feng. "One of yours, or one of Quanzhen's?" He knew that, with Huang Yaoshi's exalted status, he'd never kill with his own hands someone who had two broken legs. He must have got somebody else to do it. By now, Ouyang Feng's naturally harsh voice had become even more ear-piercingly jarring.
Huang Yaoshi answered coldly: "A brat who's studied Quanzhen martial arts plus some skills from Peachblossom Island, and who's well acquainted with you. You go and look for him."
Huang Yaoshi was actually talking of Yang Kang, but when Ouyang Feng thought about it, Guo Jing instantly came to mind. Bursting with rage and anguish, for a moment he aimed a ferocious glare at Guo Jing, and then turned his head to Huang Yaoshi. "What the heck are you doing taking my nephew's document pouch?" he asked.
"If the master map of Peachblossom Island was with him, I had to take it back," said Huang Yaoshi. "In digging down to search for the map, it was necessary for me to trouble your excellent nephew – after his burial – with the sight of daylight once again. Of that, I feel rather regretful. It's a shame that although he had the document pouch on him, within the pouch, that master map was nowhere to be seen; the search ended up being a waste of Heretic Huang's efforts. Still, we definitely gave the remains of your nephew a proper resting-place; we dared not have it the least bit deficient."
"Well said, well said," remarked Ouyang Feng.
He was aware that victory and defeat against Huang Yaoshi would be hard to tell apart until after one or two thousand moves had been exchanged, and that he'd not necessarily be the one standing in the ascendancy. Fortunately, he'd already gotten his hands on the 9 Yin Scripture, and anyway, there was no impatience for the day of revenge. But if Qiu Qianren could beat up the Jiangnan Six, Guo Jing and Huang Rong – and afterwards, come to his assistance – the two of them joining forces might take the life of Huang Yaoshi there and then. At this time of bereavement, from the sudden news that his dear son had been killed, he was still capable of coolly appraising the situation between himself and the enemy; and having calculated the chances of winning were higher, he wasn't willing to let the opportunity go. He turned his head to Qiu Qianren.
"Brother Qianren," he said, "you massacre these eight, while I deal with Heretic Huang."
Qiu Qianren laughed and gave a few gentle waves of his big cattail-leaf fan. "That's fine," he said. "I'll come and help you after I've massacred these eight."
"Precisely," said Ouyang Feng.
And with that one word, he fixed his glaring eyes on Huang Yaoshi, and slowly began crouching down. Huang Yaoshi, his legs in a 'half-nail, half-V' stance, stepped eastward into a 'Z-tree' position. In a moment, the two men were about to use world-class martial arts to distinguish the strong and the weak, the living and the dead.
"Massacre me first!" giggled Huang Rong.
Qiu Qianren shook his head. "Young miss is so cute and lively," he said, "I almost can't bear to do it…Oh shit! Oh shit!" He was suddenly clutching his belly with both hands and bending over at the waist. "At this time, of all the rotten coincidences…"
"What?" said Huang Rong, puzzled.
"You wait a moment," said Qiu Qianren, a strained look on his face. "I've suddenly got a stomach-ache. I must be excused!"
Huang Rong spluttered, for once not knowing what to say. Qiu Qianren, his brows knitted in an expression of discomfort, gave another moan; clutching his crotch with both hands, he ran off to one side, a limp in his step. From the look of things, he'd had a sudden stomach-ache and, unable to hold it in, had pooped into his pants. Huang Rong, aghast, had a feeling that he was eight-tenths faking it. But worried that he really did have diarrhoea, she looked on wide-eyed and let him run past, not daring to get in his way.
Zhu Cong took out a piece of straw tissue from his pocket. With flying steps, he caught up with Qiu Qianren and tapped him on the shoulder, saying pleasantly: "Have some toilet paper."
"Thanks a lot," said Qiu Qianren. Going into some bushes by a tree, he squatted down.
Huang Rong picked up a stone and threw it at the small of his back, calling out: "Go a bit further!"
The stone was just about to hit Qiu Qianren when he reached behind with his hand and caught hold of it. "Does the smell offend you, miss?" he laughed. "I'll just go a bit further away, then. And the eight of you better wait for me; don't be taking the opportunity to slip away!" As he talked, he pulled up his pants and walked further and further; behind a line of low groves over ten zhang away, he squatted down again.
"What?" said Huang Rong, laughing. "Had enough?"Qiu Qianren gave her a stern look. "Miss," he said, "you've already sustained an internal injury. Hurry off to a tranquil room to convalesce for seven times seven days. And don't so much as peep outside, or else there's no guaranteeing your little life!"Seeing him speak so seriously, Huang Rong couldn't help being startled for a moment before bursting into giggles of uncontrollable laughter, her body trembling like the stem of a flower.By now, Huang Yaoshi and the Six Freaks of Jiangnan had already caught up, and were puzzled at the sight of Tuolei and the others tied against trees.Ouyang Feng had naturally heard that the martial arts of Qiu Qianren were astonishing. In one former year, he'd beaten the master warriors of the Hengshan School which had rocked the southern realms with its might until they lay dead or dying, using only his pair of iron palms. There and then, Hengshan suffered irrecoverable collapse, never again able to hold its position in wulin. But today, how come he couldn't even beat a little girl like Huang Rong? And could it be true that he had facial neigong, able to injure opponents by firing their force back at them? Not only was this unheard of, it didn't look like it, given his situation.Just as Ouyang Feng was hesitating, he raised his head and suddenly spotted a document pouch of Sichuan brocade hanging aslant from Huang Yaoshi's shoulder, with a camel embroidered in white silk on its surface the property, as it happened, of his own nephew. Deep down, he couldn't help feeling dread. Having left after killing Tan Chuduan and Mei Chaofeng, he had come back again just to collect his nephew. "Could it be that Huang Yaoshi has actually killed the lad in vengeance for his disciple?" he thought.In a trembling voice, he asked: "What's happened to my nephew?""What's happened to my disciple Mei Chaofeng is also what's happened to your nephew," replied Huang Yaoshi icily.Ouyang Feng felt half his body go cold. Ouyang Ke had been born because of an illicit liaison between him and his sister-in-law; nephew by name, he was actually his dear son, and he loved this illegitimate son like life itself. He had felt that, although Huang Yaoshi and the Quanzhen Taoists had established deep grievances with him, all of these people were renowned champions in jianghu; with Ouyang Ke unable to move either of his legs an inch, there was no way they'd cause him trouble. He just had to wait for them to disperse, before taking his son to a quiet place where he'd recuperate from his injuries. Little did he know that Ouyang Ke had already met with brutality.Huang Yaoshi watched him standing there, eyes staring straight ahead, about to launch a sudden attack any moment now. He knew that this would be unleashed with a mountain-moving, ocean-churning violence, an unstoppable force; inwardly, he readied himself."Who's the killer?" growled Ouyang Feng. "One of yours, or one of Quanzhen's?" He knew that, with Huang Yaoshi's exalted status, he'd never kill with his own hands someone who had two broken legs. He must have got somebody else to do it. By now, Ouyang Feng's naturally harsh voice had become even more ear-piercingly jarring.Huang Yaoshi answered coldly: "A brat who's studied Quanzhen martial arts plus some skills from Peachblossom Island, and who's well acquainted with you. You go and look for him."Huang Yaoshi was actually talking of Yang Kang, but when Ouyang Feng thought about it, Guo Jing instantly came to mind. Bursting with rage and anguish, for a moment he aimed a ferocious glare at Guo Jing, and then turned his head to Huang Yaoshi. "What the heck are you doing taking my nephew's document pouch?" he asked."If the master map of Peachblossom Island was with him, I had to take it back," said Huang Yaoshi. "In digging down to search for the map, it was necessary for me to trouble your excellent nephew after his burial with the sight of daylight once again. Of that, I feel rather regretful. It's a shame that although he had the document pouch on him, within the pouch, that master map was nowhere to be seen; the search ended up being a waste of Heretic Huang's efforts. Still, we definitely gave the remains of your nephew a proper resting-place; we dared not have it the least bit deficient.""Well said, well said," remarked Ouyang Feng.He was aware that victory and defeat against Huang Yaoshi would be hard to tell apart until after one or two thousand moves had been exchanged, and that he'd not necessarily be the one standing in the ascendancy. Fortunately, he'd already gotten his hands on the 9 Yin Scripture, and anyway, there was no impatience for the day of revenge. But if Qiu Qianren could beat up the Jiangnan Six, Guo Jing and Huang Rong and afterwards, come to his assistance the two of them joining forces might take the life of Huang Yaoshi there and then. At this time of bereavement, from the sudden news that his dear son had been killed, he was still capable of coolly appraising the situation between himself and the enemy; and having calculated the chances of winning were higher, he wasn't willing to let the opportunity go. He turned his head to Qiu Qianren."Brother Qianren," he said, "you massacre these eight, while I deal with Heretic Huang."Qiu Qianren laughed and gave a few gentle waves of his big cattail-leaf fan. "That's fine," he said. "I'll come and help you after I've massacred these eight.""Precisely," said Ouyang Feng.And with that one word, he fixed his glaring eyes on Huang Yaoshi, and slowly began crouching down. Huang Yaoshi, his legs in a 'half-nail, half-V' stance, stepped eastward into a 'Z-tree' position. In a moment, the two men were about to use world-class martial arts to distinguish the strong and the weak, the living and the dead."Massacre me first!" giggled Huang Rong.Qiu Qianren shook his head. "Young miss is so cute and lively," he said, "I almost can't bear to do itOh shit! Oh shit!" He was suddenly clutching his belly with both hands and bending over at the waist. "At this time, of all the rotten coincidences""What?" said Huang Rong, puzzled."You wait a moment," said Qiu Qianren, a strained look on his face. "I've suddenly got a stomach-ache. I must be excused!"Huang Rong spluttered, for once not knowing what to say. Qiu Qianren, his brows knitted in an expression of discomfort, gave another moan; clutching his crotch with both hands, he ran off to one side, a limp in his step. From the look of things, he'd had a sudden stomach-ache and, unable to hold it in, had pooped into his pants. Huang Rong, aghast, had a feeling that he was eight-tenths faking it. But worried that he really did have diarrhoea, she looked on wide-eyed and let him run past, not daring to get in his way.Zhu Cong took out a piece of straw tissue from his pocket. With flying steps, he caught up with Qiu Qianren and tapped him on the shoulder, saying pleasantly: "Have some toilet paper.""Thanks a lot," said Qiu Qianren. Going into some bushes by a tree, he squatted down.Huang Rong picked up a stone and threw it at the small of his back, calling out: "Go a bit further!"The stone was just about to hit Qiu Qianren when he reached behind with his hand and caught hold of it. "Does the smell offend you, miss?" he laughed. "I'll just go a bit further away, then. And the eight of you better wait for me; don't be taking the opportunity to slip away!" As he talked, he pulled up his pants and walked further and further; behind a line of low groves over ten zhang away, he squatted down again.
