SWORDS FIGHTS ON MOUNT HUA (Book 3 of Legend Of The Condor Heroes)

In The Temple Of The Iron Spear Part 2

Huang Yaoshi did not dare to ignore him; he counterattacked with a stance from the 'shen jian luo ying zhang' [divine sword falling leaves palm] while calling out at the same time, "The mixed-up hairs from Quanzhen Sect blamed me of killing you, they are pestering me without any reason, saying that they were seeking revenge for you."

Zhou Botong was angry, "You killed me? Are you dreaming? When did you kill me? Look clearly, am I a human or am I a ghost?" While spouting nonsense he fought faster and faster.

Huang Yaoshi knew Zhou Botong would not listen to reason, and he was attacking him out of a whim, but his moves were very exquisite and marvelous; Huang Yaoshi had no choice but fight him with all his might.

The Quanzhen Masters thought that as soon as their Shishu arrived, he would join hands with Huang Yaoshi to fight Ouyang Feng; who would have thought that this Shishu did not want to listen to them but entangled Huang Yaoshi in a close combat instead. "Shishu, don't fight with Huang Daozhu!" Ma Yu repeatedly called.

Ouyang Feng interjected, "That's right Old Urchin, you are in no way the Old Heretic's match; quickly run away to save your life! Quick, quick!"

Listening to this provocation Zhou Botong was all the more not willing to give up. Huang Rong called out, "Old Urchin, you use the martial art from the Nine Yin Manual to fight my father; what would your Shixiong [martial brother] say in the underworld?"

Zhou Botong burst out in laughter, he sounded very smug when he said, "Look carefully, do you see I am using the martial art from the Manual? I have spent a great deal of effort trying to forget the Manual. Hey, hey, learning was easy, forgetting is actually a lot of trouble! What I am using now is the 72-stance Vacant Fist, the Old Urchin's very own creation, do you think it is the same as the Nine Yin Manual even for a fart?"

When fighting him at the Peach Blossom Island, Huang Yaoshi thought his fist and kick strength was much stronger; now he saw that although his fist technique was refined and wonderful, the strength was actually less than he remembered, but Zhou Botong was able to fight evenly with him, which he thought was very strange. Listening to Zhou Botong's words Huang Yaoshi was secretly impressed; regardless of what kind of bizarre technique he employed, Zhou Botong was able to create an excellent martial art all by himself and thus he founded his own martial art school.

From inside the fog Ouyang Feng could indistinctly see the fight between Zhou Botong and Huang Yaoshi; he was inwardly very happy, but was also afraid that as soon as he defeated Huang Yaoshi Zhou Botong would join hands with the Quanzhen Masters and deal with him. Thereupon he thought as he had the opportunity, he should break the Big Dipper Formation first. Immediately he wielded his snake staff and pressed on bit by bit, placing the Big Dipper Formation in more and more dangerous situation.

Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan called out, "Zhou Shishu, kill Ouyang Feng first!"

Zhou Botong saw his martial nephews' desperate situation, with a left palm and a right fist he swept horizontally. When he was very close to Huang Yaoshi's face, suddenly with a laughter the fist changed into a palm and the palm became a fist, continuing their attack across each other.

Huang Yaoshi had never anticipated this kind of strange move, he hurriedly raised his arms to block, but the tip of his eyebrow was brushed lightly by the edge of Zhou Botong's palm. He was not injured, but Huang Yaoshi felt his eyebrow was burning hot.

As Zhou Botong's palm brushed his opponent suddenly he was shocked; his left hand slapped his own right wrist and he cursed, "Damn it! Damn it! This is the martial art from the Nine Yin Manual!"

Huang Yaoshi was slightly startled; but his palm had already struck with a lightning fast speed, without any noise landed on Zhou Botong's shoulder. Zhou Botong bent his waist and shrunk his shoulder. "Aiyo!" he cried out, "The payback is so quick!"

Meanwhile the fog was getting thicker; it was getting more difficult to see anything. Guo Jing was afraid his two shifus would be injured; he held out his hand to help Ke Zhen'E, pulling his arm toward Hong Qigong. With a low voice he said, "Two Shifus, please take a rest at the Misty Rain Tavern; we'll wait for the fog to recede then we'll talk again." He heard Huang Rong called out, "Old Urchin, are you going to obey me or not?"

"I can't beat your father," Zhou Botong replied, "So don't worry."

"I want you to beat the Old Poison," Huang Rong said, "Just don't kill him."

"Why?" Zhou Botong asked; but his hands and feet were not slowing down.

Huang Rong called out, "If you don't do what I say, I am going to reveal your stinky history."

"What stinky history?" Zhou Botong asked, "You talk nonsense."

"All right," with deliberation Huang Rong said, "Four weaving machines, the weaving of mandarin ducks desiring to fly together right away."

Hearing these two sentences Zhou Botong was so scared that it was as if his soul had left him; "All right, all right, I'll listen to you," he busily said, "Old Poison, where are you?" He heard Ma Yu's voice penetrating the thick fog, "Zhou Shishu, occupy the north polar star to surround him."

Huang Rong said again, "Father, this Qiu Qianren collaborates with a foreign kingdom, he is a big traitor; please kill him quickly."