Zhu Ziliu laughed and said, âI have an important mission; if I lost to that Mongolian Prince then Iâd suffer a lifetime of insults from the worldâs heroes.â
Huang Rong said, âThereâs no need to be modest, please go ahead.â
Zhu Ziliu went to the middle of the hall and saluted Huo Dou with his hands and said, âIn the first match, it will be me whoâll be asking for some advice. My surname is Zhu first names Ziliu; the things that I love most in life are poetry and literature, my kung fu is very coarse. I have come to request some pointers from you.â As he said this he searched himself, from his sleeve he took out a pen, he circled it a few times in the air, looking completely like a scholar.
Huo Dou thought, âThese types of people will have profound skills, I cannot take it easy.â He held his fists and returned the greeting and said, âLittle Prince requests pointers from senior, please show your weapon.â
Zhu Ziliu said, âMongolians are a barbaric nation, they have yet to be enlightened, since you want some pointers, then I will point you in the right direction.â
Huo Dou was furious, âYou insult my country; then I canât spare you.â He opened his fan and said, âThis is my weapon, are you going to use a saber or a sword?â
Zhu Ziliu wrote the word âpenâ in the air and laughed as he said, âIn my life I have always been associated with a pen; how would I know how to use other weapons?â
Huo Dou concentrated on his pen, he saw the bamboo tube and the brush head, at the tip of the pen was half an inch of black ink, there was nothing special about it. It was completely different to the âchun gangâ pen that people in Wulin used for sealing pressure points, he was about to ask about it when a girl in white entered from outside.
She stood at the entrance of the hall, her eyes slowly scoured across the crowd; it was as if she was looking for someone. Everyone in the hall was concentrating on Zhu Ziliu and Huo Dou when the girl in white entered; they turned their heads involuntarily and looked at her. They saw her face was pale white as if she was ill; though the light of the candles was like red clouds, her face had no hint of blood in it, showing off her elegance even further, her beauty was incomparable. People use the phrase âas beautiful as a goddessâ to describe a girlâs beauty but no one knew how beautiful a goddess was. As soon as these people saw this girl, they couldnât stop the words âas beautiful as a goddessâ from running though their minds. It was as if a light fog, a thin mist, surrounded her body; she appeared real but also looked like an illusion; she was not from this world.
As soon as Yang Guo saw this young girl, he was overjoyed, his chest felt like it had been struck by a metal hammer; he leapt from the corner of the room and hugged her, he called out, âGu Gu, Gu Gu!â
That young girl was Xiao Longnu.
After she left Yang Guo, she circled around the land a few times and then returned to the ancient tomb. Before she was eighteen, living in the ancient tomb was not hard for her, but after she met Yang Guo and experienced many twists and turns, she could never return to the way she was before, not caring about anything.
Every time she sat on the chilled jade bed to practice her martial arts she remembered that Yang Guo had slept on this bed; when she sat at the table eating she remembered the times when she ate with Yang Guo. After practicing kung fu for a little while she would become troubled and impatient, it was difficult to carry on. She spent over a month like this before she could endure it no longer; she decided to look for Yang Guo. She didnât know how she would treat him once she had found him. She didnât know anything about worldly matters, similar to a person from the mountains or wild lands, now something had suddenly changed and was unfamiliar, she was completely at a loss. After she left the mountain, everything that she saw was new to her; how would she know the roads, whenever she saw someone passing by she would ask, âHave you seen Yang Guo?â When she was hungry she would take other peopleâs food because she didnât know that money was needed. She created a lot of trouble along the way. But when people saw that she was innocent and beautiful, they couldnât refrain from making her allowances; no one caused trouble for her. One day she heard two men talking in a restaurant, they said that the famous heroes of the world will be going to Da Xingguanâs âHeroes Feastâ at the Lu Manor. She thought that Yang Guo might be there so she found out how to get there and headed for the Lu manor.
Apart from Hao Datong, Zhen Zhibing and Zhao Zhijing, no one amongst the two thousand present knew a thing about her; all they saw was that she was extremely beautiful, everyoneâs heart felt touched. Sun BuâEr knew about this person but had never seen her before. Zhen Zhibingâs face was pale, his body trembled. Zhao Zhijing looked at him and chuckled.
Guo Jing and Huang Rong were greatly surprised with how Yang Guo reacted to her.
Xiao Longnu said, âGuoâer, indeed you are here, Iâve finally found you.â
Tears flowed from Yang Guoâs eyes as he choked, âYou⌠you wonât abandon me again will you?â
Xiao Longnu shook her head and said, âI donât know.â
Yang Guo said, âWhere ever you go I will follow.â
There were over a thousand people here in the main hall but the two acted as if no one else was there, talking naturally. Xiao Longnu held Yang Guoâs hand, she didnât know whether she was happy or sad.
Though Huo Douâs heart was moved when he saw Xiao Longnu, he didnât know that this was the girl whose hand in marriage he was trying to get years ago at Mount Zhongnan. He saw that Yang Guoâs garments were ragged and torn but the two of them looked very close, his heart was disgusted and he said, âWe are dueling, go and find another place for this!â
Yang Guo was not in the mood to talk to him, he held Xiao Longnuâs hand and went over to the side and they sat down shoulder to shoulder on the rock base of a pillar. His heart was bursting with joy.
Huo Dou turned around and said to Zhu Ziliu, âSince you are not using a weapon, weâll fight with our fists.â
Zhu Ziliu said, âNot so. We Chinese are a polite nation, not like the barbaric Mongols. In a treaty, one uses a pen to communicate; the enemy has a pen but no saber, so who needs a weapon?â
Huo Dou said, âSince it is like this, prepare!â He opened his fan and swept it across. Zhu Ziliu slanted his body, a step to the side and swung his head. His left hand swept lightly across himself, the pen in his right hand went towards Huo Douâs face. Huo Dou moved his head to avoid it; he saw the opponentâs movements were light and his stances strange. He didnât dare to attack, waiting to see through his kung fu clearly before making a decision.
Zhu Ziliu said, âThe enemyâs pen can sweep away a thousand soldiers, you need to be careful.â As he said this the tip of the pen went forward. Huo Dou learned martial arts in Western Tibet, Jinlun Fawang was very knowledgeable, there was nothing he didnât know about the central plainsâ martial arts. When Huo Douâs training was drawing to a close, he decided to go to the central plains to make his name, and so Jinlun Fawang taught him how to defeat the proudest kung fu of the central plainâs most famous sects. How could he know that he would meet up with Zhu Ziliu, the weapon he used was strange, his stances were unimaginably strange, he had never heard of such things. He saw the pen tip stroking across and hooking down; it was as if he was writing but the places where the pen was pointing were the places of the bodyâs main pressure points.