Thereâs a big snowy mountain behind Shengling Sect. The top is covered in snow all year round. Shengling Sect has a manor on top of the mountain called Fengxueshan (wind snowy mountain) manor. No one lived in the manor. It was only used for martial arts purposes.
Shifu said that since heâs teaching me martial arts, weâll do it at the manor. He said that the air there is better for practicing. But climbing a mountain was already a challenge for me. I tried for half a month, but there wasnât a time in which I reached the top. Often when I reached halfway, I would just sit onto the snow and wonât get up. Shifu would then squeeze my face; I would just look at him blankly. Finally, it was always Shifu who would piggyback me down the mountain.
One time Shifu was really angry. He pinched me really hard and said: âYou are doing this on purpose, arenât you?! Is this training you or training me, ah?! Today, I wonât give you a piggyback. If you can go down the mountain, then go down. If you canât go down, then you can continue to sit here!â
After saying that, he left. I obediently sat there from noon till evening. I then watched the moon climb high above the mountain.
I was hungry and my legs were numb. The moon turned from one to two then to three and finally, it shook with some bright light. I closed my eyes, wanting to sleep. Just as I was about to lie down, someone picked me up.
âFool!â
While cursing, that person cleaned the snow off my back.
I sniffed. It was the smell of Shifu, warm and clean like the first ray of sunshine.
I subconsciously clung to his shoulder in a warm hug. My head rubbed against his neck.
âShifu, itâs really cold.â
âIf itâs cold, donât you know how to stand up and walk back?!â
âBefore, I was too tired to walk, then I was too hungry to walk, and then Shifu said I had to sitâŠâ
Shifu was silent for a long time. Finally, he laughed: âYouâve become so obedient now.â
âI knew that Shifu would come back for me.â I faintly closed my eyes. âCan we not train like this anymore?â
I didnât hear if Shifu answered or not.
A bit later, I heard many voices. One of them, a hoarse voice, said: âShaozhu, youâŠyou were too reckless this time. You abandoned a five, six-year-old baby girl on a mountain. Getting a cold is nothing, but if she gets eaten by a beastâŠâ
âIsnât she lying here safe and sound? What are grumbling about? Just do your treatment!â
âI mean, if she gets sick or injured, arenât you the one whoâll be the most uncomfortableâŠâ
âWhoâs uncomfortable?! Go, go, I donât want your treatment anymore, youâre too talkative!â
When I woke up again, I was lying on Shifuâs bed. Shifu was sitting with a lifeless face right next to me. Seeing that Iâd woken, he pressed his hand to my forehead. He was silent for a long time and then took his hand back. Then, Shifu turned his head and said: âReallyâŠreally useless! Lying in bed for three days just because of a little cold. HumphâŠâ
I still didnât understand what he meant, but since Shifu was unhappy, it must be because I did something wrong. I grabbed Shifuâs hand, afraid that he would turn away and leave me again like that day.
âShifu, Iâm sorry.â
âWhat do you knowâŠâ
He didnât finish speaking, gritted his teeth, and turned his head again to avoid looking at me.
âYour body is too weak. After you get better, learn some basic martial arts first with the others. Later, if you can climb the mountain on your own, then weâll go practice there.â
After saying that, he shook his hand. I refused to let it go. Shifu got a little angry: âWhy are you grabbing my hand?â
âShifu, donât throw me away. Donât let me be alone, cold and hungry.â
His expression turned strange. His mouth moved, but only after a while did he say something: âAlright, Iâll not let you be alone again.â
He paused, then he reluctantly turned around to pinch my face: âDonât you dare to put that pathetic look on again. Donât you dare sell that shameful act again.â
Shifuâs pinch was too hard. Tears dripped down my face from the pain. I was really frustrated. I didnât know what I did wrong to make Shifu get so angry.
âShifuâŠâ
The hand grabbing me loosened. Shifu seemed really tired and muttered to himself: âIf you were like this in the Netherworld or in HeavenâŠI wouldnât have the heart to whip you.â
He kicked the bed in extreme frustration, gritted his teeth, and said: âBut! ButâŠwhen I could just bully youâŠyou must be acting! You are acting, arenât you?!â
After that day, I was really afraid that Shifu would leave me again on the mountain. So, I trained really hard with the people of Shengling Sect, learning what Shifu called âbasic martial artsâ. When I was eight, I could finally climb the mountain.
After that, Shifu and I settled down in Fengxueshan Manor. He didnât teach me anything else. He just gave me a sword and told me some formulas that I couldnât even memorize.
Shifu resented me for being stupid; he comforted himself by saying that I was still young, but in a blink of eye, five years had passed. I was thirteen and Shifu was sixteen. He patted my shoulder and finally admitted: âDrinking too much Soup of Oblivion has made you stupidâŠâ
I couldnât figure out from his tone whether he was happy or unhappy while saying those words. But he always said things I didnât understand, so I was used to it.
Today was the day we went down the mountain to Shengling Sect in order to restock our supplies. When we were there, I heard something I was really puzzled about. I didnât have the nerve to ask then, but now that it was only Shifu and me, I asked heartily: âShifu, are we harmoniously cultivating together?â
At that moment Shifu was drinking tea. Hearing my question, he spit out his tea and raised his head to look at me. I saw that his ears were inexplicable red.
âWhere did you hear that?â
âToday when we went to get more food, there was a bunch of people crowded together, saying that the reason we always stayed at the manor is because weâre harmoniously cultivating every day, every night, without pause and without rest.â
Shifuâs mouth moved. He repeated the eight words âevery day, every night, without pause, without restâ twice. He pressed his hand to his forehead and rubbed at it.
âThereâs enough spiritual power at the top of this mountain. Weâre just doing ordinary cultivation. No, youâre too stupid to practice cultivation. Iâm the only one absorbing the spiritual power, filling my body.â
âThis isnât right, ahâŠâ
I felt pity for him, scratched my head and said: âShifu, I heard them say that, that âharmonious cultivationâ is a really good method to improve oneâs power. Itâs like no other: simple, convenient, and the effect is really good. Should we give it a try?â
Shifu put his cup lightly on the table. While walking out he said: âThis method isnât suited for us. Iâve got something to do at the base of the mountain. You go memorize the things I taught you two months ago.â
âOh.â
Later, I heard that the people of the sect were severely beaten that dayâŠ
That day, I also met a demon. I could see some things that ordinary people couldnât see. After thinking about it, it began after I learned the things Shifu taught me.
Originally, I didnât think that the things Shifu taught were useful. But today, I thought that theyâre pretty useful, because marching into the manorâs backyard with a panicked face was a big ginseng demon. He was standing next the hens, shivering in the backyard. A naturally fragrant pot of soup appeared in my mind. Just watching him, my mouth filled with saliva.
I pulled out my sword that could kill demons. That pretty ginseng suddenly dropped to his knees. Kneeling, he shuffled over to me and knocked his head three times on the floor: âGood girl, good girl, good girl! Help me!â
Those three cheers of âgood girlâ made me feel very pleased. It wouldnât make a difference if I waited a little longer before making that ginseng soup, so I pulled him up and asked: âWhatâs the matter?â
The ginseng demon wiped his tears and sobbed: âIâŠIâm being hunted down by people.â
This demon shouldnât know that I could see his true identity.
I nodded my head. My mind was thinking that if I found something good, I needed to wait till Shifu came back before cooking it. So, I answered: âThen you come in and hide for a while. My Shifu has great ability. After he comes back, heâll surely help you.â
Around midnight, Shifu came back. I didnât have a chance to explain the situation to him. The moment he entered the hall, he frowned and asked me: âWhat did you bring here?â
I was about to speak, when the ginseng demon with a face full of grievance came out. He bowed to Shifu and said: âIâm Nanpei. Sorry to disturb you today, but I donât have a choiceâŠâ
ç·é (NĂĄn pĂši): his name means male mate. Poor him, why did it have to be that name.
He didnât finish speaking. Shifu raised an eyebrow, sneered, walked over to me, and pinched my face.
âNanpei? You really know how to bring people here, ah.â
Shifu pinching my cheeks has become a habit now. I didnât resist, followed his strength, and leaned over to whisper into his ear: âShifu, ginseng essence is very nourishing.â
I said these words a little too loud. The ginseng demon instantly looked scared, took few mouthfuls of air and sat on the floor.
âYouâŠyouâŠare not a good girlâŠâ
He desperately looked at us.
Shifu raised an eyebrow, rubbed my head and said: âWell, itâs rare that youâre smart for once, butâŠâ
He glanced at the ginseng demon, curled his lips and said: âEating vegetation of a thousand years will harm the yin side. You and I are not ordinary people. Itâs better to let him go.â
I was shocked, pulled at Shifuâs sleeves and said: âThe hens in the yard grew too oldâŠtheyâre all old.â
âSo, we can kill a chicken and eat it.â
âBut! ButâŠ!â
I was not willing, but I couldnât find a reason to rebuke Shifu. I scratched my head and glared resentfully at him. Shifu didnât look at me. He glanced at the ginseng demon and said: âGo back to where you came from. Otherwise, if this girl eats you, I wouldnât care.â
I gritted my teeth. I really wanted to charge over and take a bite.
âButâŠbut out there, there are people who want to kill me. They want to make soup out of meâŠâ
The ginseng demon sat on the ground. While wiping his tears, he said: âI escaped for so many days; Iâm really exhausted.â
âSomeone dares to dig in my Shengling Sectâs mountain?â
Shifuâs voice raised a decibel. I looked up and saw Shifu thinking for a moment.
âAlright, this young master just has too good of a heart. Nanpei, I allow you to hide in this manor for three days.â
I kept staring at the ginseng demon. Shifu covered my eyes and dragged me to his room.
âNot allowed to eat means not allowed to eat. Iâm tired today. Come, massage my shoulder.â
I was accustomed to receiving orders from Shifu, but today I was unhappy.
âShifu, ginseng soup with chicken is really nourishing.â
âEn, Iâll let the cook give you a basket of ginseng another day. As long as you love eating nourishing meals, youâll be well nourished.â
âBut thatâs a ginseng of a thousand yearsâŠâ
âEating it will harm our yin.â
Anyway, he didnât allow me to eat the ginseng demon. I was very unhappy and didnât massage Shifuâs shoulders, heading back to my room instead.
The moonâs light was shining into my room. I tossed and turned in my bed, but I just couldnât sleep. My mind was full of images featuring the ginseng demon and the mother hen together. Suddenly, a light flashed in my mind and I remembered something else. The people of the sect at the base of the mountain said that harmonious cultivation is a quick method to improve oneâs energy. Shifu said that the method was not suited for us. The ginseng demon became such a fine ginseng essence; he mustâve used some cultivation. Should I just go cultivate harmoniously with him? Every day, every night, without pause and without rest, for about ten days. Then my progress would quickly improve and Shifu wouldnât call me stupid anymore!
As I was thinking, I felt that I wasnât as stupid as Shifu usually said. I was actually pretty smart.
The next day, I didnât know why, but Shifu went down the mountain again. I searched for a really long time before I found the ginseng demon hiding in the firewood storage. The moment he saw me, his face turned pale.
âDonât! Donât eat me! I can do anything! I can do anything!â
After what he said, I immediately laughed.
âGood, good. Letâs go cultivate harmoniously!â
The ginseng demonâs face froze or a moment. His pale face turned red.
âI-I-I-I-I have always been doing clear cultivation (meaning heâs a virgin)âŠI-I-I-I donât know howâŠâ
I frowned. I felt that besides cooking this ginseng, he really wasnât useful. He looked up and glanced at me, seeming to know where my thoughts were going. There was cold sweat dripping down his red face.
âHow-however, I generally know how itâs done, if-if âŠ.â
The ginseng began to cry, looking very miserable.
âIf you reallyâŠneed to, then Iâm willing to try with you.â
âEn, then letâs try here first.â
The ginseng demonâs face turned white: âHere?â
âShould we do it in the hall?â
âThe hall?â
He was stunned again.
I angrily asked: âWhy donât you suggest where, then?â
âThis, this is more suitable to do in a room.â
My room was too small. There wasnât any place to practice. I thought for a moment. Shifuâs room was the best place. It was broad and large and the air was good there. If something went wrong while we practiced there, Shifu would know when he came back. So, I took him to Shifuâs room.
I and the ginseng demon sat on Shifuâs table for a very long time. I didnât know how to cultivate so I just glared at the ginseng demon. I didnât know what he was thinking, but he looked like a madman. He was trembling and his face was all red.
He⊠he must be getting into the right state, right?
I copied him and began trembling and trying to get my face flushed. The ginseng demon asked: âYouâŠwhat are you doing?â
âCopying you, ah.â I blinked and asked: âHow do we start?â
He pointed his trembling finger at Shifuâs big and soft bed.
âFromâŠfrom there.â
I walked there and sat on the bed.
âAnd then?â
The ginseng demon also walked to the bed and sat down beside me. He lowered his head.
âThen, then, probably, probably undress.â
I remembered Shifu once telling me that I wasnât allowed to casually undress in front of other people. But then I also remembered that Shifu said I shouldnât treat learning martial arts as a casual thing. I was conflicted, so I obediently took off the coat.
âAnd then?â
The ginseng demon also took his clothes off, piece by piece. He lowered his head even lower. His voice was barely audible as he said: âContinueâŠcontinue to take more off.â
I obediently took my clothes off, then I waited for the ginseng demon to take all of his clothes off. Suddenly I saw a stream of blood gushing down the ginseng demonâs face.
I was shocked and grabbed the ginseng demonâs face. He was having a nosebleed.
âAh! Fire entered your demons!â
äœ è”°ç«ć „éäș (NÇ zÇuhuÇ rĂčmĂłle): the literal meaning is fire entered your demons. Itâs a saying used when someone is obsessed with practicing martial arts that they get side- effects. Most of the time they turn mad. Xiao Xiang Zi thought the ginseng practiced too much and got a nosebleed.
Suddenly, I heard the door make a âzhiyaâ sound. Someone opened the door. Shifu stood in the doorway looking at me. His brows rose.
âShifu,â I yelled. âSomething went wrong.â
Shifu walked at a very slow pace into the room and stood by the bedside. He squinted his eyes and looked back and forth at me and the ginseng demon. With a very soft but really scary voice he asked: âXiao Xiang Zi, what did you want to do on Shifuâs bed?â
I stared at Shifu and seriously answered: âI was going to cultivate harmoniously with ginseng demon.â
Shifu took a slight step back. His expression was really strange. It gave me an unfamiliar feeling.
I wanted to say more, but Shifu suddenly grabbed ginseng demonâs collar and dragged him to the window. Shifu didnât even bother to open it. Instead, he broke the window and threw the ginseng demon out, just like he was throwing out trash.
Very, very far away did the ginseng demon land on the mountain. I didnât know where. Only the traces of the ginseng demonâs nosebleed was proof that he had really been here.
My mouth fell open in surprise and I looked blankly at Shifu.
He turned. The cold wind entered the room through the broken window, mussing up his hair. He looked at me and said in a tone that he usually used when joking with me: âXiao Xiang Zi, your gut turned fatter. Say it carefully again, what were you doing?â
I vaguely saw that something in Shifuâs eyes wasnât the same as usual.
I didnât care about the storm in Shifuâs heart. I felt that no one in the whole world could understand the pain in my own. I shook my head, stared at Shifu, and said tearfully: âYou donât let me make chicken soup, you donât let me cultivate harmoniously, you even threw him away! Do you really not want to see me well?!â
I hugged my head and hoarsely said: âYou do not hate Xiao Xiang Zi; youâre just in love with Nanpei, the ginseng demon!â
I heard Shifu take several deep breaths. The thought that master no longer liked me made me feel like the sky was falling on me. It was so heavy that I couldnât face the reality of it.
I picked up my clothes and began dressing myself while walking out.
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âShifu doesnât want me! Fine, I also donât want Shifu anymore! I donât have any ginseng to make soup with chicken, but thereâs still mushrooms!â
Thirteen-year-old me did the greatest thing I had ever done in my entire life. I, Xiao Xiang Zi, without dressing properly, ran out of Shifuâs room while crying, ran down the mountain, thenâŠ. ran away from Shifu (home).
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Comments:
Poor ginseng demon, victim of all of this. Now I really want to eat ginseng soup with chicken.