Chapter 96: Fighting ontest to Find a Suitor (13)
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
The Princess, seeing her son sweating blood and water, could not keep her anxiety anymore:
"Stop!" she exclaimed. "Stop fighting both of you!"
Hearing these words, Peng Lianhu advanced with big steps in the arena, he struck the banner pole brutally. Guo Jing felt a sharp pain in his hands and released the pole, which flew away, the brocade spreading in the wind and one could read, through the falling snowflakes, the golden letters: "Contest to find a spouse".
Very surprised, Guo Jing did not even have time to distinguish the face or the silhouette of his adversary as he felt the coming blow. He leapt back, but rather slow: the palm of Peng Lianhu had already touched him on his arm, he lost balance and fell to the ground.
"Young Prince," Peng Lianhu said laughing, "I will get rid of this thoughtless young man, so that he can not intrude anymore …"
He raised his palm, inhaled deeply, and sent a brutal blow on the head of Guo Jing. Guo Jing, who was on the ground, knew that he did not have any chance, but regardless, he raised his arms to parry the blow. Supreme Virtue Lingzhi and the Ginseng Immortal exchanged glances: the arms of the young man would be lost, the blow of the Butcher-of-a-thousand was violent and was obviously going to break them.
At this critical moment, a shout from the crowd was heard:
"Hold on!"
A gray silhouette holding a strange weapon leapt, and wrapped up the right wrist of Peng Lianhu. Peng Lianhu drew with force, cracking and breaking the weapon, attacking with his left palm immediately. The man avoided the blow by lowering his head, while seizing Guo Jing by the waist and carrying him away. Then one could see him clearly: he was a middle-aged taoist, dressed in gray, holding a mop in his hand, of which only the handle remained, the torn-off strands were around the wrist of Peng Lianhu. Both looked at each other: they had exchanged only one stance, but had been able to fathom each others gongfu.
"You are undoubtedly the famed Master Peng?" the taoist said. "It is a great honor to meet you here today."
"You are overcourteous. May I ask the name of Master Taoist?" The Taoist, on which all glances were fixed, did not answer, being satisfied to advance his left foot and then to withdraw it. Then one could see on the ground, covered with a very fine layer of snow, a deep hole of ten inches! A simple pressure of the foot had dug such a deep hole, that revealed an extraordinary gongfu.
Peng Lianhu was startled and said:
"Are you the Immortal-with-iron-foot, Jade-Sun Wang?"
"Master Peng is overpraising," the Taoist answered. "I am indeed Wang Chuyi, but I am not worthy of the title Immortal."
Peng Lianhu, Liang Ziwong and Supreme Virtue Lingzhi knew very well that Wang Chuyi was an eminent member of the Quan Zhen (Total Perfection) Sect, his fame was only a bit less than Perpetual Spring, Qiu Chuji. They only had heard, but had never seen him, and they examined him attentively: he was a man with fine features, with a little goatee on his chin. He wore immaculate white socks, gray shoes, and seemed to heed much care to his clothes. If he had not made a demonstration of his gongfu, nobody there would believe that he was indeed the Immortal-with-iron-foot, who, in keeping one foot at the cliff's edge and swaying like a "lotus leaf in the wind", had definitively impressed the brave men of Hebei and Shandong.
Wang Chuyi smiled and said, pointing at Guo Jing, "I don't know this young friend at all, but seeing him intervening with such an amount of bravery and courage, I was full of admiration. That is why I allow myself to beg Master Peng to let him alive."
"The request was courteously uttered," said Peng Lianhu, "and if a Quan Zhen eminence personally interfered, who wouldn't grant him a wish?"
"Very well," Wang Chuyi answered by cupping his hands, "thank you ….."
After thanking, Wang Chuyi turned. His expression changed, his face darkened, he asked the young Prince severely:
"What is your name? Who is your Shifu?" The young Prince, after having heard the name of Wang Chuyi, felt ill and would have liked to disappear unnoticed. However, the taoist had kept an eye on him:
"My name is Wanyan Kang," he answered, "I cannot reveal the name of my Shifu."
"Your Shifu has a red mole on his left cheek, hasn't he?"
Wanyan Kang wanted to dodge the question with a witty remark, but the terrible glance of the taoist frightened him, he suppressed what he intended to say, and nodded.
"I suspect it," Wang Chuyi said, you are the disciple of Brother Qiu. "What had your Shifu said before teaching you martial arts?" Wanyan Kang understood the situation had turned very unsound for him. "If Shifu," he thought, "get to know what has happened today, it would be a catastrophe!"
"If Master Taoist knows my Shifu," he said servilely, "you has the right to my whole respect. Why don't you come to my modest residence, so that I can benefit from your advices?"
Before Wang Chuyi could answer, the prince had turned to Guo Jing and said bowing:
"After exchanging blows, a friendship could grow," he said smiling. "I admire the gongfu of Brother Guo very much. I invite you both to come to my house in order to know each other better."
"And what will happen with the marriage?" Guo Jing asked, pointing at Mu Yi and his daughter.
Wanyan Kang seemed embarrassed, "This matter deserves further pondering …"
"My friend," Mu Yi said, drawing Guo Jing by his sleeve, "let us go, we don't need to occupy him anymore."
Wanyan Kang bowed again in front of Wang Chuyi, "Master Taoist, I thus await you at home, you only have to ask for the residence of Prince Zhao. The weather is very cold, all things are freezing. It is an ideal time to sit together by a fire and admire the snow. We shall drink to celebrate this meeting."
He climbed on the horse whose bridle his servant held and galloped, without being concerned of trampling somebody, full into the crowd, who immediately dispersed.
This contemptuous behaviour triggered the anger of Wang Chuyi:
"My little friend," he said to Guo Jing, "come with me."
"I must wait for a very dear friend," Guo Jing said. As he said these words, he saw Huang Rong making a jump in the middle of the crowd and shouting to him:
"Don't worry about me, I'll find you in no time at all!" Huang Rong stood back on his feet and his diminutive figure soon disappeared in the crowd. One saw Hou Tonghai, the three-headed Dragon, giving chase. Guo Jing turned and kowtowed on the snow, to thank Wang Chuyi for saving his life. The taoist raised him, took his arm. Both found a path among the crowd and ran in the direction of the outskirts.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
The Princess, seeing her son sweating blood and water, could not keep her anxiety anymore:
"Stop!" she exclaimed. "Stop fighting both of you!"
Hearing these words, Peng Lianhu advanced with big steps in the arena, he struck the banner pole brutally. Guo Jing felt a sharp pain in his hands and released the pole, which flew away, the brocade spreading in the wind and one could read, through the falling snowflakes, the golden letters: "Contest to find a spouse".
Very surprised, Guo Jing did not even have time to distinguish the face or the silhouette of his adversary as he felt the coming blow. He leapt back, but rather slow: the palm of Peng Lianhu had already touched him on his arm, he lost balance and fell to the ground.
"Young Prince," Peng Lianhu said laughing, "I will get rid of this thoughtless young man, so that he can not intrude anymore …"
He raised his palm, inhaled deeply, and sent a brutal blow on the head of Guo Jing. Guo Jing, who was on the ground, knew that he did not have any chance, but regardless, he raised his arms to parry the blow. Supreme Virtue Lingzhi and the Ginseng Immortal exchanged glances: the arms of the young man would be lost, the blow of the Butcher-of-a-thousand was violent and was obviously going to break them.
At this critical moment, a shout from the crowd was heard:
"Hold on!"
A gray silhouette holding a strange weapon leapt, and wrapped up the right wrist of Peng Lianhu. Peng Lianhu drew with force, cracking and breaking the weapon, attacking with his left palm immediately. The man avoided the blow by lowering his head, while seizing Guo Jing by the waist and carrying him away. Then one could see him clearly: he was a middle-aged taoist, dressed in gray, holding a mop in his hand, of which only the handle remained, the torn-off strands were around the wrist of Peng Lianhu. Both looked at each other: they had exchanged only one stance, but had been able to fathom each others gongfu.
"You are undoubtedly the famed Master Peng?" the taoist said. "It is a great honor to meet you here today."
"You are overcourteous. May I ask the name of Master Taoist?" The Taoist, on which all glances were fixed, did not answer, being satisfied to advance his left foot and then to withdraw it. Then one could see on the ground, covered with a very fine layer of snow, a deep hole of ten inches! A simple pressure of the foot had dug such a deep hole, that revealed an extraordinary gongfu.
Peng Lianhu was startled and said:
"Are you the Immortal-with-iron-foot, Jade-Sun Wang?"
"Master Peng is overpraising," the Taoist answered. "I am indeed Wang Chuyi, but I am not worthy of the title Immortal."
Peng Lianhu, Liang Ziwong and Supreme Virtue Lingzhi knew very well that Wang Chuyi was an eminent member of the Quan Zhen (Total Perfection) Sect, his fame was only a bit less than Perpetual Spring, Qiu Chuji. They only had heard, but had never seen him, and they examined him attentively: he was a man with fine features, with a little goatee on his chin. He wore immaculate white socks, gray shoes, and seemed to heed much care to his clothes. If he had not made a demonstration of his gongfu, nobody there would believe that he was indeed the Immortal-with-iron-foot, who, in keeping one foot at the cliff's edge and swaying like a "lotus leaf in the wind", had definitively impressed the brave men of Hebei and Shandong.
Wang Chuyi smiled and said, pointing at Guo Jing, "I don't know this young friend at all, but seeing him intervening with such an amount of bravery and courage, I was full of admiration. That is why I allow myself to beg Master Peng to let him alive."
"The request was courteously uttered," said Peng Lianhu, "and if a Quan Zhen eminence personally interfered, who wouldn't grant him a wish?"
"Very well," Wang Chuyi answered by cupping his hands, "thank you ….."
After thanking, Wang Chuyi turned. His expression changed, his face darkened, he asked the young Prince severely:
"What is your name? Who is your Shifu?" The young Prince, after having heard the name of Wang Chuyi, felt ill and would have liked to disappear unnoticed. However, the taoist had kept an eye on him:
"My name is Wanyan Kang," he answered, "I cannot reveal the name of my Shifu."
"Your Shifu has a red mole on his left cheek, hasn't he?"
Wanyan Kang wanted to dodge the question with a witty remark, but the terrible glance of the taoist frightened him, he suppressed what he intended to say, and nodded.
"I suspect it," Wang Chuyi said, you are the disciple of Brother Qiu. "What had your Shifu said before teaching you martial arts?" Wanyan Kang understood the situation had turned very unsound for him. "If Shifu," he thought, "get to know what has happened today, it would be a catastrophe!"
"If Master Taoist knows my Shifu," he said servilely, "you has the right to my whole respect. Why don't you come to my modest residence, so that I can benefit from your advices?"
Before Wang Chuyi could answer, the prince had turned to Guo Jing and said bowing:
"After exchanging blows, a friendship could grow," he said smiling. "I admire the gongfu of Brother Guo very much. I invite you both to come to my house in order to know each other better."
"And what will happen with the marriage?" Guo Jing asked, pointing at Mu Yi and his daughter.
Wanyan Kang seemed embarrassed, "This matter deserves further pondering …"
"My friend," Mu Yi said, drawing Guo Jing by his sleeve, "let us go, we don't need to occupy him anymore."
Wanyan Kang bowed again in front of Wang Chuyi, "Master Taoist, I thus await you at home, you only have to ask for the residence of Prince Zhao. The weather is very cold, all things are freezing. It is an ideal time to sit together by a fire and admire the snow. We shall drink to celebrate this meeting."
He climbed on the horse whose bridle his servant held and galloped, without being concerned of trampling somebody, full into the crowd, who immediately dispersed.
This contemptuous behaviour triggered the anger of Wang Chuyi:
"My little friend," he said to Guo Jing, "come with me."
"I must wait for a very dear friend," Guo Jing said. As he said these words, he saw Huang Rong making a jump in the middle of the crowd and shouting to him:
"Don't worry about me, I'll find you in no time at all!" Huang Rong stood back on his feet and his diminutive figure soon disappeared in the crowd. One saw Hou Tonghai, the three-headed Dragon, giving chase. Guo Jing turned and kowtowed on the snow, to thank Wang Chuyi for saving his life. The taoist raised him, took his arm. Both found a path among the crowd and ran in the direction of the outskirts.
The Princess, seeing her son sweating blood and water, could not keep her anxiety anymore:"Stop!" she exclaimed. "Stop fighting both of you!"Hearing these words, Peng Lianhu advanced with big steps in the arena, he struck the banner pole brutally. Guo Jing felt a sharp pain in his hands and released the pole, which flew away, the brocade spreading in the wind and one could read, through the falling snowflakes, the golden letters: "Contest to find a spouse".Very surprised, Guo Jing did not even have time to distinguish the face or the silhouette of his adversary as he felt the coming blow. He leapt back, but rather slow: the palm of Peng Lianhu had already touched him on his arm, he lost balance and fell to the ground."Young Prince," Peng Lianhu said laughing, "I will get rid of this thoughtless young man, so that he can not intrude anymore "He raised his palm, inhaled deeply, and sent a brutal blow on the head of Guo Jing. Guo Jing, who was on the ground, knew that he did not have any chance, but regardless, he raised his arms to parry the blow. Supreme Virtue Lingzhi and the Ginseng Immortal exchanged glances: the arms of the young man would be lost, the blow of the Butcher-of-a-thousand was violent and was obviously going to break them.At this critical moment, a shout from the crowd was heard:"Hold on!"A gray silhouette holding a strange weapon leapt, and wrapped up the right wrist of Peng Lianhu. Peng Lianhu drew with force, cracking and breaking the weapon, attacking with his left palm immediately. The man avoided the blow by lowering his head, while seizing Guo Jing by the waist and carrying him away. Then one could see him clearly: he was a middle-aged taoist, dressed in gray, holding a mop in his hand, of which only the handle remained, the torn-off strands were around the wrist of Peng Lianhu. Both looked at each other: they had exchanged only one stance, but had been able to fathom each others gongfu."You are undoubtedly the famed Master Peng?" the taoist said. "It is a great honor to meet you here today.""You are overcourteous. May I ask the name of Master Taoist?" The Taoist, on which all glances were fixed, did not answer, being satisfied to advance his left foot and then to withdraw it. Then one could see on the ground, covered with a very fine layer of snow, a deep hole of ten inches! A simple pressure of the foot had dug such a deep hole, that revealed an extraordinary gongfu.Peng Lianhu was startled and said:"Are you the Immortal-with-iron-foot, Jade-Sun Wang?""Master Peng is overpraising," the Taoist answered. "I am indeed Wang Chuyi, but I am not worthy of the title Immortal."Peng Lianhu, Liang Ziwong and Supreme Virtue Lingzhi knew very well that Wang Chuyi was an eminent member of the Quan Zhen Total Perfection Sect, his fame was only a bit less than Perpetual Spring, Qiu Chuji. They only had heard, but had never seen him, and they examined him attentively: he was a man with fine features, with a little goatee on his chin. He wore immaculate white socks, gray shoes, and seemed to heed much care to his clothes. If he had not made a demonstration of his gongfu, nobody there would believe that he was indeed the Immortal-with-iron-foot, who, in keeping one foot at the cliff's edge and swaying like a "lotus leaf in the wind", had definitively impressed the brave men of Hebei and Shandong.Wang Chuyi smiled and said, pointing at Guo Jing, "I don't know this young friend at all, but seeing him intervening with such an amount of bravery and courage, I was full of admiration. That is why I allow myself to beg Master Peng to let him alive.""The request was courteously uttered," said Peng Lianhu, "and if a Quan Zhen eminence personally interfered, who wouldn't grant him a wish?""Very well," Wang Chuyi answered by cupping his hands, "thank you .."After thanking, Wang Chuyi turned. His expression changed, his face darkened, he asked the young Prince severely:"What is your name? Who is your Shifu?" The young Prince, after having heard the name of Wang Chuyi, felt ill and would have liked to disappear unnoticed. However, the taoist had kept an eye on him:"My name is Wanyan Kang," he answered, "I cannot reveal the name of my Shifu.""Your Shifu has a red mole on his left cheek, hasn't he?"Wanyan Kang wanted to dodge the question with a witty remark, but the terrible glance of the taoist frightened him, he suppressed what he intended to say, and nodded."I suspect it," Wang Chuyi said, you are the disciple of Brother Qiu. "What had your Shifu said before teaching you martial arts?" Wanyan Kang understood the situation had turned very unsound for him. "If Shifu," he thought, "get to know what has happened today, it would be a catastrophe!""If Master Taoist knows my Shifu," he said servilely, "you has the right to my whole respect. Why don't you come to my modest residence, so that I can benefit from your advices?"Before Wang Chuyi could answer, the prince had turned to Guo Jing and said bowing:"After exchanging blows, a friendship could grow," he said smiling. "I admire the gongfu of Brother Guo very much. I invite you both to come to my house in order to know each other better.""And what will happen with the marriage?" Guo Jing asked, pointing at Mu Yi and his daughter.Wanyan Kang seemed embarrassed, "This matter deserves further pondering ""My friend," Mu Yi said, drawing Guo Jing by his sleeve, "let us go, we don't need to occupy him anymore."Wanyan Kang bowed again in front of Wang Chuyi, "Master Taoist, I thus await you at home, you only have to ask for the residence of Prince Zhao. The weather is very cold, all things are freezing. It is an ideal time to sit together by a fire and admire the snow. We shall drink to celebrate this meeting."He climbed on the horse whose bridle his servant held and galloped, without being concerned of trampling somebody, full into the crowd, who immediately dispersed.This contemptuous behaviour triggered the anger of Wang Chuyi:"My little friend," he said to Guo Jing, "come with me.""I must wait for a very dear friend," Guo Jing said. As he said these words, he saw Huang Rong making a jump in the middle of the crowd and shouting to him:"Don't worry about me, I'll find you in no time at all!" Huang Rong stood back on his feet and his diminutive figure soon disappeared in the crowd. One saw Hou Tonghai, the three-headed Dragon, giving chase. Guo Jing turned and kowtowed on the snow, to thank Wang Chuyi for saving his life. The taoist raised him, took his arm. Both found a path among the crowd and ran in the direction of the outskirts.
