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Guo Jing placed Mei Chaofeng on his shoulders, according to her instructions, and hurried after the fleeing enemy. His body had a strong kung fu basis and Mei Chaofeng’s body was not heavy so even though she was on his shoulders, it did nothing to diminish his speed. He quickly leapt and Mei Chaofeng soared along with him.
Wanyan Kang was shocked to find Yang Tiexin there and then recognizing him, he cried: “It’s you!” Brandishing the iron spear, he quickly adopted the “Hang2 Bu4 Deng4 Hu3” (The Line of Step of Marching Tiger), followed by the “Chao2 Tian1 Yi1 Zhu4 Xiang1” (Facing Upwards to Burn a Joss Stick). The tip of the spear gleamed, going straight towards Yang Tiexin’s throat.
Bao Xiruo called out: “He’s your father, you… Don’t you see?” As she raised her head, she saw him flung against the wall, causing her to cry out. Wanyan Kang was shocked, quickly taking a step back, still holding the spear. Then, he glanced down to see his mother on the ground, her body covered with blood and her breathing shallow, making it difficult for him to see for sure if she was going to live or die. Remorse filled him and he was helpless for a while. Yang Tiexin then bent down and took his wife into his arms, carrying her towards the door and outside.
Wanyan Kang called out: “Put her down!” He then used the stance “The Lone Wild Goose Excels,” the spear moving like the wind and heading towards his chest.
Yang Tiexin heard the rushing sound behind him and quickly sent out his left hand to counter, able to stop the iron spearhead about five inches from its target. In the battlefield, the “Yang Family Marksmanship” was invincible and one move, the “Hui2 Ma3 Qiang1” (Turning the Spear on Horseback) was a unique skill passed from generation to generation. When Yang Tiexin used his left hand to grasp the spearhead, he was actually using some elements of the “Hui2 Ma3 Qiang1” but had to improvise a little. Originally, when he grasped the enemy’s weapon, he only needed to send out his right hand as the iron spear drew closer but because he was holding Bao Xiruo, he could only turn around and shout angrily: “This Yang Family Marksmanship is passed only to sons. A pity your shifu did not teach you this.”
Although Qiu Chuji’s kung fu was very high, he actually did not research deeper into the marksmanship. The Yang Family Marksmanship was native to Song Dynasty and was famous throughout Jiang Hu, but only 19 schools were direct descendants of the orthodox school. He knew the principles of the orthodox Yang Family Marksmanship and that same year when they fought in Ox Village, Yang Tiexin saw evidence of that but as for the unique skill that was passed on only from generation to generation, he obviously did not understand. That was why Wanyan Kang also did not completely absorb the move of the marksmanship.
The force applied by two people caused the iron spear which was already old, its handle already starting to decay, to break into pieces with a “ka” sound. Guo Jing jumped forward and shouted angrily: “You saw that he’s your father, why do you not kowtow?”
Wanyan Kang hesitated, unable to decide. Yang Tiexin then clutched his wife to him and ran out of the room. Mu Nianci was waiting for him outside, helping him and then both father and daughter leapt over the wall.
Guo Jing did not dare wait and also rushed out of the room. He was just about to head towards the wall to flee when suddenly, he sensed a rustle in the darkness, rushing towards his neck. He felt the force of the palm scratch the tip of his nose and on his face, he felt a severe pain like it was scraped by a knife. This person’s internal strength was fierce and moreover, there was barely a sound, taking one completely unawares. He could not stop himself from feeling shocked as he heard the person angrily shout: “Peasant boy, this old man has waited enough! Extend your neck and let this old man drink your blood!” It was precisely Immortal Ginseng Liang Ziweng.
Huang Rong heard Peng Lianhu exclaim that she was a disciple of the Twin Corpses of the Dark Winds. She laughed and said: “You lose!” Then, she turned around and sprinted towards the hall’s entrance.
Peng Lianhu quickly moved his body so that he was blocking the entrance as he shouted: “Since you are a disciple of the Twin Corpses of the Dark Winds, I won’t embarass you. But you must tell me, why did your shifu send you here?”
Huang Rong laughingly said: “You said that if in ten moves, you can’t recognize my sect, then you will let me leave. Old gentleman, why are you being such a rascal?”
Peng Lianhu got angry: “That final move, the “Ling2 Ao2 Bu4″ (Spirit Sea Turtle Step), didn’t the Twin Corpses of the Dark Winds teach you that?”
Huang Rong laughed: “I only saw the Twin Corpses of the Dark Winds a few times. Also, the level of their kung fu is so low, how can they match my shifu?”
Peng Lianhu said: “Your lying is useless.”
Huang Rong: “I have actually heard of the Twin Corpses of the Dark Winds. I know that these two people are dishonorable; they stop at no evil, cheat their elders; their shamelessness is known throughout wulin. How can Peng Zhaizhu compare me with these two obscene people?”
The crowd at first thought that she was just unwilling to tell the truth but when they heard her slander the Twin Corpses of the Dark Winds this way, they could not help looking at each other in blank dismay. Only then did they believe that she was in no way related to the Twin Corpses’ sect. Although some people still wanted to find out if she was lying, they all decided that no one would dare to insult their shifu in the presence of so many people.
Peng Lianhu stepped aside and said, “Young Miss, you win. Lao Peng admires you very much and wishes to know your name.”
Huang Rong smiled: “I don’t mind. I am called Rong Er.”
Peng Lianhu asked: “Your surname?”
Huang Rong: “I’ll be honest. I am surnamed neither Peng nor Sha.” At that point, everyone in the hall, outside of Tibetan Monk Ling Zhi and Ouyang Ke, had lost to her. Ling Zhi was suffering from an internal injury and could not fight at the moment. That left only Ouyang Ke as the only one who could temporarily stop her. The people all turned their gazes at him.
Ouyang Ke jogged forward, smiling pleasantly as he said: “This lowly one wants to go next and exchange moves with the young miss.”
Huang Rong glanced at the white clothes he was wearing and asked: “You are with those pretty girls of the Bai Tuoshan (White Camel Group)?”
Ouyang Ke smiled and said: “You have seen them? If you put all those girls together, they could not match even half of your beauty.”
Huang Rong’s face turned red when she heard his flattery though she was also pleased. She said: “Then you’ll help me with these old men who insist on being unreasonable.”
Ouyang Ke’s kung fu was high and with the support of his shifu’s younger brother, he was able to run amuck in the western region for many years. His lascivious nature caused him to spend all those years collecting beautiful women from different places, turning them into his concubines. To occupy their time, these concubines also studied kung fu and therefore, they were also his female disciples. When Prince Zhao summoned him to Yanjing, he brought 24 of his mistresses with him, dressing them up in white robes and mounting them on white camels. Because the concubines were many, they took turns riding while the others walked. Eight of them encountered on the road the Six Freaks of Chiangnan speaking with Guo Jing. They heard Zhu Cong talking about the precious Han Xie horse’s origin and intended to steal it and give it to Ouyang Ke as a gift but they failed in that attempt.