Chapter 443: Drasti hanges On the Island (6)
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
Huang Rong opened her eyes and saw Guo Jing's gaze was fixed on a distant place; she followed his gaze and also saw the green cloth. "Father!" she called out in alarm. Guo Jing let her down, and hand in hand they ran toward the rock. They saw it was a long gown, stuck in the crook of the rock; they also saw a piece of human skin mask lying next to it. Obviously they belonged to Huang Yaoshi.
Huang Rong was really alarmed; she stooped down to pick up the gown and clearly saw a bloody hand print on the lapel of the gown, with the fingers left winding traces. It looked very scary.
Guo Jing remembered, "After killing my San Shifu with the Nine Yin White Bone Claw Huang Yaoshi must have wiped his fingers with this cloth."
Initially he was holding Huang Rong's hand, but now his blood was boiling inside his chest; he shook Huang Rong's hand away, snatched the gown, and with a 'rip!' sound he tore the gown into two parts. He saw the corner of the gown was torn, looked like it was the green piece of cloth tied on the eagle's foot. The blood print was so clear that under the bright sunlight it looked as if the palm would jump out of the clothes and slap someone on the face; but it provoked Guo Jing's anger even more so that he felt he was going to go insane from grief and indignation. He tucked his own gown into his belt and waded into the water towards a sailboat.
The mute and deaf servants on the boat had long gone, disappeared without a trace. Without looking back to Huang Rong he drew his dagger out and cut the rope, hoisted the anchor and sailed to the sea.
Huang Rong watched the boat sail to the west. At first she was hoping that he would change his mind, turn the rudder and head back to the island to take her traveling together; but then she saw the boat was getting smaller and smaller, while her heart was turning colder and colder. She stared blankly at the sea until the boat disappeared on the horizon. Suddenly she remembered that she was alone on the island; Jing Gege had gone, and she did not know whether her father would ever return. How could she pass the rest of her days? Would she just stand on this shore forever? Rong'er, Rong'er, you must not take a short cut and die!
All by himself Guo Jing steered the boat, leaving the Peach Blossom Island, heading west. He had sailed for several dozen 'li's when he suddenly heard the eagles' anxious cry high above his head. The pair of eagles had followed him and perched on the sail arms. Guo Jing thought, "The eagles come after me, Rong'er is alone on the island, she must be very lonely!" Overcome with pity and regret he spontaneously turned the rudder around, wanting to take her to travel together. But after sailing for a short while he remembered, "Da Shifu told me to cut Huang Yaoshi's and Rong'er's heads before I can come and see him. Da Shifu, Er Shifu and the others came to the Peach Blossom Island and fell under Huang Yaoshi's poisonous hands. Although Da Shifu is blind, he can hear clearly. For some reason he was fortunate to escape and stay alive. He raised his iron staff to kill Rong'er; he wanted me to kill Rong'er, what did Rong'er do? I can't kill Rong'er; Er Shifu and the others were not killed by Rong'er. But how can I be together with her? I must cut Huang Yaoshi's head and take it away to see Da Shifu. If I am not the Old Heretic Huang's match, then I'll let him kill me." Immediately he turned the rudder again, making a circle on the sea surface, heading west once more.
Late on the third day the boat reached the shore. Out of hatred of everything from the Peach Blossom Island he took the anchor and smashed the bottom of the boat before leaping onto the beach. He watched while the sailboat slowly leaned sideways and sunk to the bottom of the ocean. He could not help but feel a loss in his heart. Leaving the shore he walked to the west; he found a peasant home and bought some rice to eat. After finding the right direction he went straight to Jiaxing.
That evening he spent the night by the bank of Qiantang River; he saw the reflection of the bright moon on the river, like a big golden wheel floating on the water. Suddenly he jumped up with a start; he was afraid he missed the martial art contest appointment at the Misty Rain Tavern. Immediately he asked the host where he lodged, and found out that today was the thirteenth of the eighth month. Hastily he crossed the river that very same night; he bought a healthy horse and whipped the horse to gallop quickly, and arrived at Jiaxing by early afternoon of the next day.
Since his childhood he had heard his six shifus recounted their battle with Qiu Chuji; how they had a wine drinking contest out of the huge copper vat at the Drunken Immortal Tavern [zui xian lou], the exquisiteness of their martial art skills and the heroism surrounding that battle. Six people loved to tell the story good-naturedly. So as soon as he entered the southern gate he asked the location of the Drunken Immortal Tavern.
The Drunken Immortal Tavern was located by the bank of Nan Hu [South Lake]. Guo Jing arrived at the front of the tavern. He looked up and saw this tavern's appearance was exactly like what Han Xiaoying had told him. The tavern had been imprinted in his mind for a dozen of years, today he had seen it for the first time with his own eyes; he noticed the exquisiteness of the carving of the eaves, it was truly a beautiful building. At the front of the tavern stood a big wooden sign with 'tai bai yi feng' [the great (Li) Bai (a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty)'s left behind manner/custom/air] four letters engraved on it; while above the main entrance there was a sign with 'zui xian lou' [Drunken Immortal Tavern], inscribed by Su Dongpo [a famous calligrapher of the Song Dynasty], in golden letters, gleaming under the bright sunlight.
Guo Jing's heart was thumping madly; walking and leaping, he went upstairs. A wine shop attendant welcomed him and said, "Honorable Guest, please use the downstairs room, since the upstairs is already reserved for some other guests."
Guo Jing was about to reply when suddenly someone was calling, "Jing'er, you are here!" Guo Jing looked up and saw a Taoist priest sitting and drinking wine, his long beard reached his chest, his face was ruddy; it was none other than Changchun Zi [Eternal Spring] Qiu Chuji.
Guo Jing rushed forward and bowed to the ground, "Qiu Daozhang [Taoist Priest Qiu]!" he called out. His voice was somewhat choked.
Qiu Chuji held out his hand to raise him up; he said, "You are a day early, that is very good. I am also a day early. I thought tomorrow we are going to fight Peng Lianhu, Sha Tongtian and the others, so I want to be here early to drink wine and reminisce about the past with your Six Shifus. Have your Six Shifus arrived? I have prepared some tables for them."
Guo Jing saw there were nine tables on this upstairs floor; except for Qiu Chuji's table, which was full with dishes and wine, the other eight tables only had a pair of chopsticks and a wine cup. Qiu Chuji said, "Eighteen years ago I met your Seven Shifus for the very first time in this place; they arranged the tables just like this. This one table of vegetarian dishes was for Jiaomu Da Shi [Reverend Burnt Wood], it's a pity that I can no longer meet him and your Wu Shifu [Fifth Shifu]." He sounded very grieved. Guo Jing turned his head around, did not dare to look at him straight ahead.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Huang Rong opened her eyes and saw Guo Jing's gaze was fixed on a distant place; she followed his gaze and also saw the green cloth. "Father!" she called out in alarm. Guo Jing let her down, and hand in hand they ran toward the rock. They saw it was a long gown, stuck in the crook of the rock; they also saw a piece of human skin mask lying next to it. Obviously they belonged to Huang Yaoshi.
Huang Rong was really alarmed; she stooped down to pick up the gown and clearly saw a bloody hand print on the lapel of the gown, with the fingers left winding traces. It looked very scary.
Guo Jing remembered, "After killing my San Shifu with the Nine Yin White Bone Claw Huang Yaoshi must have wiped his fingers with this cloth."
Initially he was holding Huang Rong's hand, but now his blood was boiling inside his chest; he shook Huang Rong's hand away, snatched the gown, and with a 'rip!' sound he tore the gown into two parts. He saw the corner of the gown was torn, looked like it was the green piece of cloth tied on the eagle's foot. The blood print was so clear that under the bright sunlight it looked as if the palm would jump out of the clothes and slap someone on the face; but it provoked Guo Jing's anger even more so that he felt he was going to go insane from grief and indignation. He tucked his own gown into his belt and waded into the water towards a sailboat.
The mute and deaf servants on the boat had long gone, disappeared without a trace. Without looking back to Huang Rong he drew his dagger out and cut the rope, hoisted the anchor and sailed to the sea.
Huang Rong watched the boat sail to the west. At first she was hoping that he would change his mind, turn the rudder and head back to the island to take her traveling together; but then she saw the boat was getting smaller and smaller, while her heart was turning colder and colder. She stared blankly at the sea until the boat disappeared on the horizon. Suddenly she remembered that she was alone on the island; Jing Gege had gone, and she did not know whether her father would ever return. How could she pass the rest of her days? Would she just stand on this shore forever? Rong'er, Rong'er, you must not take a short cut and die!
All by himself Guo Jing steered the boat, leaving the Peach Blossom Island, heading west. He had sailed for several dozen 'li's when he suddenly heard the eagles' anxious cry high above his head. The pair of eagles had followed him and perched on the sail arms. Guo Jing thought, "The eagles come after me, Rong'er is alone on the island, she must be very lonely!" Overcome with pity and regret he spontaneously turned the rudder around, wanting to take her to travel together. But after sailing for a short while he remembered, "Da Shifu told me to cut Huang Yaoshi's and Rong'er's heads before I can come and see him. Da Shifu, Er Shifu and the others came to the Peach Blossom Island and fell under Huang Yaoshi's poisonous hands. Although Da Shifu is blind, he can hear clearly. For some reason he was fortunate to escape and stay alive. He raised his iron staff to kill Rong'er; he wanted me to kill Rong'er, what did Rong'er do? I can't kill Rong'er; Er Shifu and the others were not killed by Rong'er. But how can I be together with her? I must cut Huang Yaoshi's head and take it away to see Da Shifu. If I am not the Old Heretic Huang's match, then I'll let him kill me." Immediately he turned the rudder again, making a circle on the sea surface, heading west once more.
Late on the third day the boat reached the shore. Out of hatred of everything from the Peach Blossom Island he took the anchor and smashed the bottom of the boat before leaping onto the beach. He watched while the sailboat slowly leaned sideways and sunk to the bottom of the ocean. He could not help but feel a loss in his heart. Leaving the shore he walked to the west; he found a peasant home and bought some rice to eat. After finding the right direction he went straight to Jiaxing.
That evening he spent the night by the bank of Qiantang River; he saw the reflection of the bright moon on the river, like a big golden wheel floating on the water. Suddenly he jumped up with a start; he was afraid he missed the martial art contest appointment at the Misty Rain Tavern. Immediately he asked the host where he lodged, and found out that today was the thirteenth of the eighth month. Hastily he crossed the river that very same night; he bought a healthy horse and whipped the horse to gallop quickly, and arrived at Jiaxing by early afternoon of the next day.
Since his childhood he had heard his six shifus recounted their battle with Qiu Chuji; how they had a wine drinking contest out of the huge copper vat at the Drunken Immortal Tavern [zui xian lou], the exquisiteness of their martial art skills and the heroism surrounding that battle. Six people loved to tell the story good-naturedly. So as soon as he entered the southern gate he asked the location of the Drunken Immortal Tavern.
The Drunken Immortal Tavern was located by the bank of Nan Hu [South Lake]. Guo Jing arrived at the front of the tavern. He looked up and saw this tavern's appearance was exactly like what Han Xiaoying had told him. The tavern had been imprinted in his mind for a dozen of years, today he had seen it for the first time with his own eyes; he noticed the exquisiteness of the carving of the eaves, it was truly a beautiful building. At the front of the tavern stood a big wooden sign with 'tai bai yi feng' [the great (Li) Bai (a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty)'s left behind manner/custom/air] four letters engraved on it; while above the main entrance there was a sign with 'zui xian lou' [Drunken Immortal Tavern], inscribed by Su Dongpo [a famous calligrapher of the Song Dynasty], in golden letters, gleaming under the bright sunlight.
Guo Jing's heart was thumping madly; walking and leaping, he went upstairs. A wine shop attendant welcomed him and said, "Honorable Guest, please use the downstairs room, since the upstairs is already reserved for some other guests."
Guo Jing was about to reply when suddenly someone was calling, "Jing'er, you are here!" Guo Jing looked up and saw a Taoist priest sitting and drinking wine, his long beard reached his chest, his face was ruddy; it was none other than Changchun Zi [Eternal Spring] Qiu Chuji.
Guo Jing rushed forward and bowed to the ground, "Qiu Daozhang [Taoist Priest Qiu]!" he called out. His voice was somewhat choked.
Qiu Chuji held out his hand to raise him up; he said, "You are a day early, that is very good. I am also a day early. I thought tomorrow we are going to fight Peng Lianhu, Sha Tongtian and the others, so I want to be here early to drink wine and reminisce about the past with your Six Shifus. Have your Six Shifus arrived? I have prepared some tables for them."
Guo Jing saw there were nine tables on this upstairs floor; except for Qiu Chuji's table, which was full with dishes and wine, the other eight tables only had a pair of chopsticks and a wine cup. Qiu Chuji said, "Eighteen years ago I met your Seven Shifus for the very first time in this place; they arranged the tables just like this. This one table of vegetarian dishes was for Jiaomu Da Shi [Reverend Burnt Wood], it's a pity that I can no longer meet him and your Wu Shifu [Fifth Shifu]." He sounded very grieved. Guo Jing turned his head around, did not dare to look at him straight ahead.
Huang Rong opened her eyes and saw Guo Jing's gaze was fixed on a distant place; she followed his gaze and also saw the green cloth. "Father!" she called out in alarm. Guo Jing let her down, and hand in hand they ran toward the rock. They saw it was a long gown, stuck in the crook of the rock; they also saw a piece of human skin mask lying next to it. Obviously they belonged to Huang Yaoshi.Huang Rong was really alarmed; she stooped down to pick up the gown and clearly saw a bloody hand print on the lapel of the gown, with the fingers left winding traces. It looked very scary.Guo Jing remembered, "After killing my San Shifu with the Nine Yin White Bone Claw Huang Yaoshi must have wiped his fingers with this cloth."Initially he was holding Huang Rong's hand, but now his blood was boiling inside his chest; he shook Huang Rong's hand away, snatched the gown, and with a 'rip!' sound he tore the gown into two parts. He saw the corner of the gown was torn, looked like it was the green piece of cloth tied on the eagle's foot. The blood print was so clear that under the bright sunlight it looked as if the palm would jump out of the clothes and slap someone on the face; but it provoked Guo Jing's anger even more so that he felt he was going to go insane from grief and indignation. He tucked his own gown into his belt and waded into the water towards a sailboat.The mute and deaf servants on the boat had long gone, disappeared without a trace. Without looking back to Huang Rong he drew his dagger out and cut the rope, hoisted the anchor and sailed to the sea.Huang Rong watched the boat sail to the west. At first she was hoping that he would change his mind, turn the rudder and head back to the island to take her traveling together; but then she saw the boat was getting smaller and smaller, while her heart was turning colder and colder. She stared blankly at the sea until the boat disappeared on the horizon. Suddenly she remembered that she was alone on the island; Jing Gege had gone, and she did not know whether her father would ever return. How could she pass the rest of her days? Would she just stand on this shore forever? Rong'er, Rong'er, you must not take a short cut and die!All by himself Guo Jing steered the boat, leaving the Peach Blossom Island, heading west. He had sailed for several dozen 'li's when he suddenly heard the eagles' anxious cry high above his head. The pair of eagles had followed him and perched on the sail arms. Guo Jing thought, "The eagles come after me, Rong'er is alone on the island, she must be very lonely!" Overcome with pity and regret he spontaneously turned the rudder around, wanting to take her to travel together. But after sailing for a short while he remembered, "Da Shifu told me to cut Huang Yaoshi's and Rong'er's heads before I can come and see him. Da Shifu, Er Shifu and the others came to the Peach Blossom Island and fell under Huang Yaoshi's poisonous hands. Although Da Shifu is blind, he can hear clearly. For some reason he was fortunate to escape and stay alive. He raised his iron staff to kill Rong'er; he wanted me to kill Rong'er, what did Rong'er do? I can't kill Rong'er; Er Shifu and the others were not killed by Rong'er. But how can I be together with her? I must cut Huang Yaoshi's head and take it away to see Da Shifu. If I am not the Old Heretic Huang's match, then I'll let him kill me." Immediately he turned the rudder again, making a circle on the sea surface, heading west once more.Late on the third day the boat reached the shore. Out of hatred of everything from the Peach Blossom Island he took the anchor and smashed the bottom of the boat before leaping onto the beach. He watched while the sailboat slowly leaned sideways and sunk to the bottom of the ocean. He could not help but feel a loss in his heart. Leaving the shore he walked to the west; he found a peasant home and bought some rice to eat. After finding the right direction he went straight to Jiaxing.That evening he spent the night by the bank of Qiantang River; he saw the reflection of the bright moon on the river, like a big golden wheel floating on the water. Suddenly he jumped up with a start; he was afraid he missed the martial art contest appointment at the Misty Rain Tavern. Immediately he asked the host where he lodged, and found out that today was the thirteenth of the eighth month. Hastily he crossed the river that very same night; he bought a healthy horse and whipped the horse to gallop quickly, and arrived at Jiaxing by early afternoon of the next day.Since his childhood he had heard his six shifus recounted their battle with Qiu Chuji; how they had a wine drinking contest out of the huge copper vat at the Drunken Immortal Tavern zui xian lou, the exquisiteness of their martial art skills and the heroism surrounding that battle. Six people loved to tell the story good-naturedly. So as soon as he entered the southern gate he asked the location of the Drunken Immortal Tavern.The Drunken Immortal Tavern was located by the bank of Nan Hu South Lake. Guo Jing arrived at the front of the tavern. He looked up and saw this tavern's appearance was exactly like what Han Xiaoying had told him. The tavern had been imprinted in his mind for a dozen of years, today he had seen it for the first time with his own eyes; he noticed the exquisiteness of the carving of the eaves, it was truly a beautiful building. At the front of the tavern stood a big wooden sign with 'tai bai yi feng' the great Li Bai a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty's left behind manner/custom/air four letters engraved on it; while above the main entrance there was a sign with 'zui xian lou' Drunken Immortal Tavern, inscribed by Su Dongpo a famous calligrapher of the Song Dynasty, in golden letters, gleaming under the bright sunlight.Guo Jing's heart was thumping madly; walking and leaping, he went upstairs. A wine shop attendant welcomed him and said, "Honorable Guest, please use the downstairs room, since the upstairs is already reserved for some other guests."Guo Jing was about to reply when suddenly someone was calling, "Jing'er, you are here!" Guo Jing looked up and saw a Taoist priest sitting and drinking wine, his long beard reached his chest, his face was ruddy; it was none other than Changchun Zi Eternal Spring Qiu Chuji.Guo Jing rushed forward and bowed to the ground, "Qiu Daozhang Taoist Priest Qiu!" he called out. His voice was somewhat choked.Qiu Chuji held out his hand to raise him up; he said, "You are a day early, that is very good. I am also a day early. I thought tomorrow we are going to fight Peng Lianhu, Sha Tongtian and the others, so I want to be here early to drink wine and reminisce about the past with your Six Shifus. Have your Six Shifus arrived? I have prepared some tables for them."Guo Jing saw there were nine tables on this upstairs floor; except for Qiu Chuji's table, which was full with dishes and wine, the other eight tables only had a pair of chopsticks and a wine cup. Qiu Chuji said, "Eighteen years ago I met your Seven Shifus for the very first time in this place; they arranged the tables just like this. This one table of vegetarian dishes was for Jiaomu Da Shi Reverend Burnt Wood, it's a pity that I can no longer meet him and your Wu Shifu Fifth Shifu." He sounded very grieved. Guo Jing turned his head around, did not dare to look at him straight ahead.
