Chapter 470: The Great Army Heads West (5)
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Ouyang Feng looked up to the sky and said, "It's daybreak. Let's go!" Pulling Huang Rong's hand they walked out the temple's door.
"Master Ke, remember the letter I wrote on your palm," Huang Rong called out. They moved really fast, Huang Rong's last few words were heard from several 'zhang's away.
Ke Zhen'e stayed motionless for a long time. He heard flock upon flock of crows that came into the temple to feast on the corpse, so he leaped onto the roof to find his spear pole. Leaning against his pole on the roof again he stayed motionless for a while, thinking the heaven and earth are boundless, but what kind of place could a blind man like him call home? Then he heard the crows cried mournfully and they dropped to the ground one by one. Turned out those crows were feasting on Yang Kang's corpse and they were poisoned one after another. Ke Zhen'e could not help but heaving a long sighed. He jumped back down to the ground, wielding his spear he walked to the north.
On the third day suddenly he heard eagle cry high up in the sky. He thought that if the birds were close by, then Guo Jing must not be very far; therefore, he raised his voice and shouted in the middle of the wilderness, "Jing'er, Jing'er!"
Not too long afterwards he heard hoof beats; it was indeed Guo Jing riding the little red horse coming toward him. He was separated from Ke Zhen'e in the chaotic battle the other night; this time he saw his master was well his joy was unspeakable. He did not even wait for the horse to stop; he jumped from the horseback and rushed to embrace his master, calling loudly, "Da Shifu!"
Unexpectedly Ke Zhen'e slapped him left and right until his ears were red. Guo Jing was stunned, but did not dare to fend off. He let his master off his embrace. Ke Zhen'e continued to slap Guo Jing with his left hand, while his right hand slapped his own face until his own ears were red.
Guo Jing was confounded, "Da Shifu, what happened to you?"
Ke Zhen'e viciously scolded, "You are the little muddle-head; I am the old muddle-head."
Dozens or so slaps later he calmed down and stopped. Both men's faces were red and swollen. Ke Zhen'e kept cursing Guo Jing and himself for half a day before finally he narrated everything that had happened in the temple.
Guo Jing was surprised yet happy, sorrowful yet ashamed, "So that's what actually happened. I had wrongly accused Rong'er," he thought.
"Tell me, don't we deserve to die?" Ke Zhen'e shouted. Guo Jing agreed, he also said, "Disciple deserves to die; Da Shifu's eyes are not perfect, you cannot be blamed."
Ke Zhen'e was angry, "Damn it! My eyes are blind, is my heart also blind?"
Guo Jing tried to divert his attention, "We must quickly think of something to rescue Rong'er."
"What about her father?" Ke Zhen'e asked.
"Huang Daozhu [Island Master Huang] had taken Hong Enshi [Benevolent Master Hong] to recuperate on the Peach Blossom Island," Guo Jing answered, "Da Shifu, where do you think Ouyang Feng is taking Rong'er?"
Ke Zhen'e pondered for a moment, then said, "Rong'er is in his hands, even if she did not die, I don't know what kind of tortures she would be subjected to. Jing'er, you quickly rescue her, I am going to kill myself to thank her."
"No!" Guo Jing cried out in alarm, "Don't even think of doing such thing." However, he knew his first master's stubbornness very well, he would not listen to other people; once he said he would die, he was not going to back off; therefore, Guo Jing quickly said, "Da Shifu, you'd better go to the Peach Blossom Island to ask Huang Daozhu to lend us a hand. In all honesty, I am not Ouyang Feng's match."
Ke Zhen'e thought it was not a bad idea, so he picked his spear and left. Guo Jing was reluctant to part with his first master, he followed him behind. Ke Zhen'e knew he was being followed, he swung his spear backward and scolded, "You are still not going? If you don't rescue my beloved Rong'er, I am going to take your little life!"
Guo Jing had no choice but stopped, his gaze followed his master until he disappeared beyond the mulberry grove toward the east. He had no idea where to start looking for Huang Rong. After thinking hard for quite a while he took his horse and pair of eagles and walked back to the Temple of the Iron Spear.
Around the temple he saw countless dead crows; on the courtyard he saw a pile of human remains. Guo Jing hated Yang Kang for killing his masters, but thought that Yang Kang was already dead, so he was willing to write-off that debt; moreover, he was his sworn brother. Guo Jing picked the remains and buried Yang Kang on the temple's courtyard. He bowed in respect in front of the grave and said, "Brother Yang, if you know how I buried your remains today, you have to bless me in finding Rong'er; that way you can make up for your crimes during your lifetime." Afterward Guo Jing started to make inquiries everywhere, trying to track Huang Rong's trail.
Half a year had passed, autumn turned into winter, then winter turned into spring. Guo Jing, accompanied by his red horse and a pair of eagles have looked everywhere; he asked the Beggar Clan, went to the Quanzhen Sect, and inquired all Wulin characters he knew, yet nobody heard even a little bit of news about Huang Rong. He was miserable. He imagined how much suffering Huang Rong had to endure this past half a year; it was like a knife was piercing his heart. He was determined to find her, even to the end of the earth.
He had been to Yanjing, twice he had tried to find Wanyan Honglie at Bianliang, yet Wanyan Honglie also disappeared without a trace. The Beggar Clan members all over the country had tried to find their Bangzhu [Clan Leader], but still there were no words about Huang Rong. Guo Jing also stopped by the Cloud Village, but the village was burned to the ground. He did not know what kind of disaster Lu Chengfeng and Lu Guanying had encountered.
One day he arrived within the Shandong border. Nine out of ten houses he saw along the way were deserted; he barely saw other people walking around. He heard that the Mongolians and the Jins were fighting each other in that area. The Jins were defeated and while retreating they stopped at nothing; raping and plundering the people along their way.
Guo Jing walked for three more days heading north. The further he went, the more devastation he witnessed. His heart was embittered looking at the suffering of the common people as the result of war.
That day he arrived at a small village by a river bank in a valley; he was going to stop by for food and water for him as well as his horse, when suddenly he heard a commotion just ahead of him. People were screaming and horses were neighing in panic; dozens of Jin soldiers had entered the village. They set the village on fire, forcing the people to go out of their houses. If there was a young girl in the house, the soldiers would seize her and bind her with ropes. The rest of the people, young and old alike, were killed right there and then.
Guo Jing was seething with anger; he charged his horse toward the leader of this pack, snatching his spear; the back of Guo Jing's left hand smacked his 'tai yang' [sun] acupoint. By that time Guo Jing had already reached high level in term of martial art skill; his strength was profound. With just one hit that officer's eyes came out of their sockets and he died instantly.
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Ouyang Feng looked up to the sky and said, "It's daybreak. Let's go!" Pulling Huang Rong's hand they walked out the temple's door.
"Master Ke, remember the letter I wrote on your palm," Huang Rong called out. They moved really fast, Huang Rong's last few words were heard from several 'zhang's away.
Ke Zhen'e stayed motionless for a long time. He heard flock upon flock of crows that came into the temple to feast on the corpse, so he leaped onto the roof to find his spear pole. Leaning against his pole on the roof again he stayed motionless for a while, thinking the heaven and earth are boundless, but what kind of place could a blind man like him call home? Then he heard the crows cried mournfully and they dropped to the ground one by one. Turned out those crows were feasting on Yang Kang's corpse and they were poisoned one after another. Ke Zhen'e could not help but heaving a long sighed. He jumped back down to the ground, wielding his spear he walked to the north.
On the third day suddenly he heard eagle cry high up in the sky. He thought that if the birds were close by, then Guo Jing must not be very far; therefore, he raised his voice and shouted in the middle of the wilderness, "Jing'er, Jing'er!"
Not too long afterwards he heard hoof beats; it was indeed Guo Jing riding the little red horse coming toward him. He was separated from Ke Zhen'e in the chaotic battle the other night; this time he saw his master was well his joy was unspeakable. He did not even wait for the horse to stop; he jumped from the horseback and rushed to embrace his master, calling loudly, "Da Shifu!"
Unexpectedly Ke Zhen'e slapped him left and right until his ears were red. Guo Jing was stunned, but did not dare to fend off. He let his master off his embrace. Ke Zhen'e continued to slap Guo Jing with his left hand, while his right hand slapped his own face until his own ears were red.
Guo Jing was confounded, "Da Shifu, what happened to you?"
Ke Zhen'e viciously scolded, "You are the little muddle-head; I am the old muddle-head."
Dozens or so slaps later he calmed down and stopped. Both men's faces were red and swollen. Ke Zhen'e kept cursing Guo Jing and himself for half a day before finally he narrated everything that had happened in the temple.
Guo Jing was surprised yet happy, sorrowful yet ashamed, "So that's what actually happened. I had wrongly accused Rong'er," he thought.
"Tell me, don't we deserve to die?" Ke Zhen'e shouted. Guo Jing agreed, he also said, "Disciple deserves to die; Da Shifu's eyes are not perfect, you cannot be blamed."
Ke Zhen'e was angry, "Damn it! My eyes are blind, is my heart also blind?"
Guo Jing tried to divert his attention, "We must quickly think of something to rescue Rong'er."
"What about her father?" Ke Zhen'e asked.
"Huang Daozhu [Island Master Huang] had taken Hong Enshi [Benevolent Master Hong] to recuperate on the Peach Blossom Island," Guo Jing answered, "Da Shifu, where do you think Ouyang Feng is taking Rong'er?"
Ke Zhen'e pondered for a moment, then said, "Rong'er is in his hands, even if she did not die, I don't know what kind of tortures she would be subjected to. Jing'er, you quickly rescue her, I am going to kill myself to thank her."
"No!" Guo Jing cried out in alarm, "Don't even think of doing such thing." However, he knew his first master's stubbornness very well, he would not listen to other people; once he said he would die, he was not going to back off; therefore, Guo Jing quickly said, "Da Shifu, you'd better go to the Peach Blossom Island to ask Huang Daozhu to lend us a hand. In all honesty, I am not Ouyang Feng's match."
Ke Zhen'e thought it was not a bad idea, so he picked his spear and left. Guo Jing was reluctant to part with his first master, he followed him behind. Ke Zhen'e knew he was being followed, he swung his spear backward and scolded, "You are still not going? If you don't rescue my beloved Rong'er, I am going to take your little life!"
Guo Jing had no choice but stopped, his gaze followed his master until he disappeared beyond the mulberry grove toward the east. He had no idea where to start looking for Huang Rong. After thinking hard for quite a while he took his horse and pair of eagles and walked back to the Temple of the Iron Spear.
Around the temple he saw countless dead crows; on the courtyard he saw a pile of human remains. Guo Jing hated Yang Kang for killing his masters, but thought that Yang Kang was already dead, so he was willing to write-off that debt; moreover, he was his sworn brother. Guo Jing picked the remains and buried Yang Kang on the temple's courtyard. He bowed in respect in front of the grave and said, "Brother Yang, if you know how I buried your remains today, you have to bless me in finding Rong'er; that way you can make up for your crimes during your lifetime." Afterward Guo Jing started to make inquiries everywhere, trying to track Huang Rong's trail.
Half a year had passed, autumn turned into winter, then winter turned into spring. Guo Jing, accompanied by his red horse and a pair of eagles have looked everywhere; he asked the Beggar Clan, went to the Quanzhen Sect, and inquired all Wulin characters he knew, yet nobody heard even a little bit of news about Huang Rong. He was miserable. He imagined how much suffering Huang Rong had to endure this past half a year; it was like a knife was piercing his heart. He was determined to find her, even to the end of the earth.
He had been to Yanjing, twice he had tried to find Wanyan Honglie at Bianliang, yet Wanyan Honglie also disappeared without a trace. The Beggar Clan members all over the country had tried to find their Bangzhu [Clan Leader], but still there were no words about Huang Rong. Guo Jing also stopped by the Cloud Village, but the village was burned to the ground. He did not know what kind of disaster Lu Chengfeng and Lu Guanying had encountered.
One day he arrived within the Shandong border. Nine out of ten houses he saw along the way were deserted; he barely saw other people walking around. He heard that the Mongolians and the Jins were fighting each other in that area. The Jins were defeated and while retreating they stopped at nothing; raping and plundering the people along their way.
Guo Jing walked for three more days heading north. The further he went, the more devastation he witnessed. His heart was embittered looking at the suffering of the common people as the result of war.
That day he arrived at a small village by a river bank in a valley; he was going to stop by for food and water for him as well as his horse, when suddenly he heard a commotion just ahead of him. People were screaming and horses were neighing in panic; dozens of Jin soldiers had entered the village. They set the village on fire, forcing the people to go out of their houses. If there was a young girl in the house, the soldiers would seize her and bind her with ropes. The rest of the people, young and old alike, were killed right there and then.
Guo Jing was seething with anger; he charged his horse toward the leader of this pack, snatching his spear; the back of Guo Jing's left hand smacked his 'tai yang' [sun] acupoint. By that time Guo Jing had already reached high level in term of martial art skill; his strength was profound. With just one hit that officer's eyes came out of their sockets and he died instantly.
Ouyang Feng looked up to the sky and said, "It's daybreak. Let's go!" Pulling Huang Rong's hand they walked out the temple's door."Master Ke, remember the letter I wrote on your palm," Huang Rong called out. They moved really fast, Huang Rong's last few words were heard from several 'zhang's away.Ke Zhen'e stayed motionless for a long time. He heard flock upon flock of crows that came into the temple to feast on the corpse, so he leaped onto the roof to find his spear pole. Leaning against his pole on the roof again he stayed motionless for a while, thinking the heaven and earth are boundless, but what kind of place could a blind man like him call home? Then he heard the crows cried mournfully and they dropped to the ground one by one. Turned out those crows were feasting on Yang Kang's corpse and they were poisoned one after another. Ke Zhen'e could not help but heaving a long sighed. He jumped back down to the ground, wielding his spear he walked to the north.On the third day suddenly he heard eagle cry high up in the sky. He thought that if the birds were close by, then Guo Jing must not be very far; therefore, he raised his voice and shouted in the middle of the wilderness, "Jing'er, Jing'er!"Not too long afterwards he heard hoof beats; it was indeed Guo Jing riding the little red horse coming toward him. He was separated from Ke Zhen'e in the chaotic battle the other night; this time he saw his master was well his joy was unspeakable. He did not even wait for the horse to stop; he jumped from the horseback and rushed to embrace his master, calling loudly, "Da Shifu!"Unexpectedly Ke Zhen'e slapped him left and right until his ears were red. Guo Jing was stunned, but did not dare to fend off. He let his master off his embrace. Ke Zhen'e continued to slap Guo Jing with his left hand, while his right hand slapped his own face until his own ears were red.Guo Jing was confounded, "Da Shifu, what happened to you?"Ke Zhen'e viciously scolded, "You are the little muddle-head; I am the old muddle-head."Dozens or so slaps later he calmed down and stopped. Both men's faces were red and swollen. Ke Zhen'e kept cursing Guo Jing and himself for half a day before finally he narrated everything that had happened in the temple.Guo Jing was surprised yet happy, sorrowful yet ashamed, "So that's what actually happened. I had wrongly accused Rong'er," he thought."Tell me, don't we deserve to die?" Ke Zhen'e shouted. Guo Jing agreed, he also said, "Disciple deserves to die; Da Shifu's eyes are not perfect, you cannot be blamed."Ke Zhen'e was angry, "Damn it! My eyes are blind, is my heart also blind?"Guo Jing tried to divert his attention, "We must quickly think of something to rescue Rong'er.""What about her father?" Ke Zhen'e asked."Huang Daozhu Island Master Huang had taken Hong Enshi Benevolent Master Hong to recuperate on the Peach Blossom Island," Guo Jing answered, "Da Shifu, where do you think Ouyang Feng is taking Rong'er?"Ke Zhen'e pondered for a moment, then said, "Rong'er is in his hands, even if she did not die, I don't know what kind of tortures she would be subjected to. Jing'er, you quickly rescue her, I am going to kill myself to thank her.""No!" Guo Jing cried out in alarm, "Don't even think of doing such thing." However, he knew his first master's stubbornness very well, he would not listen to other people; once he said he would die, he was not going to back off; therefore, Guo Jing quickly said, "Da Shifu, you'd better go to the Peach Blossom Island to ask Huang Daozhu to lend us a hand. In all honesty, I am not Ouyang Feng's match."Ke Zhen'e thought it was not a bad idea, so he picked his spear and left. Guo Jing was reluctant to part with his first master, he followed him behind. Ke Zhen'e knew he was being followed, he swung his spear backward and scolded, "You are still not going? If you don't rescue my beloved Rong'er, I am going to take your little life!"Guo Jing had no choice but stopped, his gaze followed his master until he disappeared beyond the mulberry grove toward the east. He had no idea where to start looking for Huang Rong. After thinking hard for quite a while he took his horse and pair of eagles and walked back to the Temple of the Iron Spear.Around the temple he saw countless dead crows; on the courtyard he saw a pile of human remains. Guo Jing hated Yang Kang for killing his masters, but thought that Yang Kang was already dead, so he was willing to write-off that debt; moreover, he was his sworn brother. Guo Jing picked the remains and buried Yang Kang on the temple's courtyard. He bowed in respect in front of the grave and said, "Brother Yang, if you know how I buried your remains today, you have to bless me in finding Rong'er; that way you can make up for your crimes during your lifetime." Afterward Guo Jing started to make inquiries everywhere, trying to track Huang Rong's trail.Half a year had passed, autumn turned into winter, then winter turned into spring. Guo Jing, accompanied by his red horse and a pair of eagles have looked everywhere; he asked the Beggar Clan, went to the Quanzhen Sect, and inquired all Wulin characters he knew, yet nobody heard even a little bit of news about Huang Rong. He was miserable. He imagined how much suffering Huang Rong had to endure this past half a year; it was like a knife was piercing his heart. He was determined to find her, even to the end of the earth.He had been to Yanjing, twice he had tried to find Wanyan Honglie at Bianliang, yet Wanyan Honglie also disappeared without a trace. The Beggar Clan members all over the country had tried to find their Bangzhu Clan Leader, but still there were no words about Huang Rong. Guo Jing also stopped by the Cloud Village, but the village was burned to the ground. He did not know what kind of disaster Lu Chengfeng and Lu Guanying had encountered.One day he arrived within the Shandong border. Nine out of ten houses he saw along the way were deserted; he barely saw other people walking around. He heard that the Mongolians and the Jins were fighting each other in that area. The Jins were defeated and while retreating they stopped at nothing; raping and plundering the people along their way.Guo Jing walked for three more days heading north. The further he went, the more devastation he witnessed. His heart was embittered looking at the suffering of the common people as the result of war.That day he arrived at a small village by a river bank in a valley; he was going to stop by for food and water for him as well as his horse, when suddenly he heard a commotion just ahead of him. People were screaming and horses were neighing in panic; dozens of Jin soldiers had entered the village. They set the village on fire, forcing the people to go out of their houses. If there was a young girl in the house, the soldiers would seize her and bind her with ropes. The rest of the people, young and old alike, were killed right there and then.Guo Jing was seething with anger; he charged his horse toward the leader of this pack, snatching his spear; the back of Guo Jing's left hand smacked his 'tai yang' sun acupoint. By that time Guo Jing had already reached high level in term of martial art skill; his strength was profound. With just one hit that officer's eyes came out of their sockets and he died instantly.
