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

In The Temple Of The Iron Spear Part 4

He heard her saying, "This is the 'tian qi sha dan san' [powdered medicine made of tian qi (lit. field/farm seven) shark's gallbladder] made by my father; it is very beneficial to your wound. You hate us father and daughter; whether you want to use it or not, it's up to you!" She handed the medicine pouch over to him. Ke Zhen'E held out his hand to receive it, and then slowly put it in his pocket. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. He hoped she would say something else, but she only said, "All right, let's take a rest!"

Ke Zhen'E laid down on his side, with the iron spear by his side; his heart was filled with disquieting thoughts, how could he sleep? He heard the noisy crows on top of the pagoda eventually quiet down until all he could hear was silence everywhere. He did not hear her sleeping, but he heard her tossing and turning; it seemed like she was also restless.

After half a day he heard she was reciting quietly, "Four weaving machines, the weaving of mandarin ducks desires to fly together right away. It's a pity not yet old but the hair on the head has turned white. When the green spring grass ripples in the deepest of dawn's cold; standing face to face taking a bath wearing red clothes."

He heard she repeated the recitation softly, as if she was trying to understand its meaning. Ke Zhen'E did not understand literature, he did not understand what she was reciting, but he could hear the sadness in her voice, as if she was grieving of a heart break; he could not help but feel dazed.

A long time passed. He heard her arrange some meditation mats for her bed; then she lay down and her breathing gradually slowed down, sounded like she was falling asleep. Ke Zhen'E gently stroked the iron spear by his side; all kinds of childhood memories came flooding back into his mind. He saw Zhu Cong with an old book in his hand, reading aloud with his head swaying back and forth. He saw Han Baoju and Quan Jinfa were riding on the idol's shoulders, pulling its beard; Nan Xiren and himself were pulling one end of the iron spear while Zhang Asheng was pulling the other end; they were playing tug-of-war with each other. At that time Han Xiaoying was only about four, five years old; two lengths of braided hair on her head, giggling and laughing, cheering over them. There were bright red ribbons on her braids, bobbing along as she moved her head. Suddenly everything turned pitch-black. Six sworn brothers and sister, his own brother, and his pair of eyes, everything was successively destroyed under Huang Yaoshi's and his disciples' hands. His heart was burned with hatred, which was very difficult to suppress.

Slowly he raised his iron spear, he quietly walked toward Huang Rong. He heard her gentle and even breathing, she was sleeping soundly. He thought, "Once my iron spear goes down, she will die without feeling anything. Hey, if not, the Old Heretic Huang's martial art is matchless, how can I avenge this deep enmity in this lifetime? His daughter is sleeping right here; the Heaven is granting me a very good opportunity, so that he knows the pain of mourning for his daughter."

But then another thought came into his mind, "This girl has saved my life, how can I repay kindness with evil? (Sigh!) After killing her, I am going to kill myself right next to her to repay today's kindness." Thinking of this, he made up his mind; he thought, "I, Ke Zhen'E, have been an upright man all my life; for decades I have never done anything shameful against the world. Right now I am going to launch a sneak attack toward a sleeping person; it is a cowardly act, but with my death I am going to repay her kindness."

Lifting his iron spear, he was just about to strike Huang Rong's head when suddenly he heard someone was laughing in the distant; the sound was ear-piercing, in the dead of the night it caused the hair on his back stood up on its end.

Huang Rong was awakened by the laughter; she leaped up and saw Ke Zhen'E with the iron spear lifted up, right in front of her. She was so shocked; she called out, "Ouyang Feng!"

Hearing her woke up, Ke Zhen'E could not strike his iron spear anymore; he heard people talking and walking toward the temple. Only they were still quite a distance away that he did not hear clearly what they were talking about. A moment later he started to hear some footsteps; there were about thirty, forty people. Ke Zhen'E was very familiar with this temple with its front hall and rear courtyard; with a low voice he said, "The Old Poison and the others must have seen the crow pagoda and come over here. Let us try to hide from them."

"Yes," Huang Rong said. She kicked the meditation mats to scatter them around the hall.

Ke Zhen'E led her hand toward the rear courtyard; he tried to push the gate, but it was bolted from the outside. "Those two thief soldiers!" he scolded viciously. He guessed those two soldiers were running away in the dark; they were afraid Huang Rong would find out, so they bolted the door in advance.

By now it was too late to strike the gate with his iron spear, since he heard the main gate was pushed open. He knew there was no hiding place in the main hall; he whispered, "Behind the idol."

Two people had barely sat behind the idol when about a dozen people entered the main hall. Ke Zhen'E heard a 'chi' sound, followed by a burst of sulfur smell; he knew someone was lighting the fire. Then he heard Ouyang Feng said, "Zhao Wangye [Prince Zhao; lit. master king], although we did not get what we want at the Misty Rain Tavern, in the end, we managed to dampen the enemy's spirit."

Wanyan Honglie laughed and said, "This entire battle was under Mister's control."

Ouyang Feng let out some 'heh, heh' laughter, then he said, "Xiao Wangye [Young Prince] arranged an ingenious plan; gathering the soldiers from Jiaxing prefecture, firing out tens of thousands of arrows. We should have been able to round up the whole gang in one swoop; unexpectedly at the right time the thick fog came and gave this group of traitors the opportunity to slip away."

A young voice said, "With Mr. Ouyang and Qiu Bangzhu [clan leader] go into action, although the group of traitors escaped today, they will be annihilated one by one in the future. Only too bad 'wan bei' [junior, younger generation] was one step too late that I could not see Mr. Ouyang greatly unfold his divine power. It was truly a pity."

Ke Zhen'E recognized it was Yang Kang's voice; he could not restrain rage from filling his heart. Then he heard Liang Ziweng, Peng Lianhu, Sha Tongtian and the others uttered flattering words; they praised Ouyang Feng to the utmost, saying how he single-handedly fought the Quanzhen Sect, placing the group of Taoists in an extremely difficult situation, Qiu Qianren was nothing compared to him.

Listening to these many masters gathered together like this, Ke Zhen'E did not dare to breathe out loud. Just now he wanted to end his life together with Huang Rong; but somehow, this time he was afraid to be discovered by the enemy and Huang Rong and he would be killed. He heard Wanyan Honglie's people prepare some bedding and then invite Wanyan Honglie, Ouyang Feng and Yang Kang three people to sleep on them.

Yang Kang heaved a deep sigh and said, "Mr. Ouyang, your nephew's martial art skill was high, his conduct was natural and elegant. Wan bei admired him very much; I hoped to be good friends with him, unexpectedly he was harmed by the Quanzhen Sect's mixed-up hairs. Each time 'wan bei' remembers that, I am always grieved to the utmost. I swear to kill those evil Taoists from Quanzhen Sect one by one with my own hand to console Brother Ouyang's soul in heaven. It's a pity 'wan bei's martial art skill is meager; I truly have the desire but lack the power to do it."

Ouyang Feng was silent for a long time then he slowly said, "My nephew was unfortunate to meet his tragic death. At first I thought he died under Guo Jing's violent hand; but listening to you recount Qiu Chuji's words, I have just found out it was the Quanzhen Sect's group of evil Taoists who did it. Nowadays my White Camel Mountain does not have any heir, let me take you as my disciple."

"Shifu!" Yang Kang loudly called out, "Disciple pays his respect to you." His voice was full of happiness, followed by 'bonk, bonk, bonk' noise as he crawled into Ouyang Feng's presence and kowtowed several times.

Ke Zhen'E thought this person was a good and loyal man's descendant, yet he not only admitted an enemy as his father, but took an evil man as his master as well; he was drowned deeper and deeper. Ke Zhen'E was afraid it would be too difficult for Yang Kang to turn around; he was very angry. He heard Wanyan Honglie say, "In this foreign place we don't have any gift to offer the master, we will do it properly in the future."

Ouyang Feng sighed and said, "Pearls and jewels, the White Camel Mountain also has some. Ouyang Feng simply looks at this child's intelligence; I only wish to have an heir of the martial art I possess."

"Xiao Wang [lit. little king, referring to himself] spoke incorrectly," Wanyan Honglie said, "Mister, please forgive me."

Immediately one by one Liang Ziweng and the others offered their congratulations to these three people. In this clamor suddenly someone was calling out, "Shagu is hungry, I am starving to death; how come nobody is giving me food to eat?"

Ke Zhen'E was greatly surprised to hear Shagu's cry; he wondered how did this girl hang around with Wanyan Honglie, Ouyang Feng and the others? He heard Yang Kang say with a laugh, "That's right, quickly get some refreshments for this Miss to eat; don't let her get ill from starvation."

A moment later Shagu was heard chewing loudly, she was eating. While still chewing she said, "Good Brother, you said you are going to take me home if I listen to what you say; how come we are not home yet?"