Chapter 10 – The young hero, Part 13
Li Mochou waved and brandished her fly whisk behind her, carefree and smoothly. Not an ounce of dust rose from beneath her feet and she lightly floated away as though walking slowly. Hong Lingbo ran hurriedly.
Guo Fu and the Wu brothers increased the energy in their legs but the distance between them and the Li Mochou Master and disciple was getting greater and further away. Only the pair of eagles were faster; they repeatedly attacked. Wu Dunru saw that they would not be able to take their revenge today so he whistled and called the eagles back.
Yelu Qi and the others were afraid that the three of them would lose the battle and hurried to et up with them; only to see Guo Fu and the others returning. They went forward and greeted them. All of them were young, and in just a few words they spoke with great joviality. Yelu Qi suddenly thought of sothing and called out, “Where’s brother Yang?”
Wanyan Ping said, “He left by himself. I asked him where he was going but he ignored .” She hung her head after she said this.
Yelu Qi hurried to a hill and took a look all around, only to see the girl in blue green walking shoulder to shoulder with Lu Wushuang faraway. There wasn’t a trace of Yang Guo. Yelu Qi felt at a sense of loss; the first ti they t they fought together to repel an enemy, though it was for just a short ti; but their lives were on the line so many tis and both shared a bitter hate for the enemy. Now he had suddenly disappeared without a trace, it was as if he had lost an old friend.
When Yang Guo saw the Wu brothers arrive with Guo Fu, they attacked Li Mochou; the three of them were very close, the sword skills they used were refined and in a few moves they had driven Li Mochou back. But he didn’t know that Li Mochou left because she was worried about the Guo couple. It was not because buried within the sword stances were extrely strong internal energies that forced her to flee. That day when Guo Jing took him to Mount Zhongnan to learn martial arts, he had seen him show his might, defeating countless Quanzhen Taoists. His martial arts were extrely high. This was etched into Yang Guo’s young mind, and he thought that disciples of Guo Jing would be ten tis better than him. He thought of worrying about himself first. When he saw Guo Fu and the Wu’s unleash their superb stances, he assud that there must be so kind of ingenuity and mastery behind it. He was getting angrier as he watched. He rembered how he had fought with the Wu brothers when they were younger, with Guo Fu by the side calling out, “Hit him harder, harder!” And rembered how Huang Rong deliberately chose not to teach him martial arts and Guo Jing with his great skills did not dare to pass on any martial arts to him. Instead he sent him to Chongyang Palace to suffer torture and abuse. He felt anger and hatred in his chest, he couldn’t stop himself; then he saw Wanyan Ping, Lu Wushuang, the girl in blue green, Yelu Yan all looking at him. They looked surprised and he thought, “You believe the insults that Li Mochou called out at my Gu Gu. It doesn’t matter if you look down on but how can you dare to look down on my Gu Gu? My face is angry because I’m angry at Guo Fu, the Wu brothers, Uncle Guo and Auntie Guo. You think that I’ve done unspeakable things with my Gu Gu and that’s why I look like this, is that it?” He suddenly ran away; he didn’t follow the main roads and just ran without thinking into the wild lands. Right now he couldn’t pull himself together; he thought that everyone in the world was against him. He didn’t rember that he was wearing the human skin mask, although there was jealousy, hate and anger on his face, how could Wanyan Ping and the others see this? Why would others laugh at him for no reason at all? Li Mochou’s infamy is well known throughout the Wulin world, who could believe what she says?
He originally was heading from northwest to southeast, but he wanted to get away from these people as far as possible so turned and headed northwest instead. His heart was in a ss, he loathed the world; he took off his mask and ran madly in the wild hills and mountains. When he was hungry, he plucked so wild fruits and vegetables to ease his hunger. He traveled further and further; within a month, his hair was wild and unkempt, his clothes old and torn, and reached a tall mountain. He didn’t know that this was one of the most famous five mountains in the world, Mount Hua. He saw the mountain was dangerous and rugged; he beca mad and climbed up the mountain furiously. Though his lightness kung fu was good, Mount Hua is a dangerous place, one could not climb it on a whim. By the ti he was halfway up the mountain, the weather suddenly beca cold, the ground beca hard, and the north wind gradually blew stronger and flakes of snow began falling from the sky. He was angry; he wanted to torture himself and did not try to find a place to avoid the snow. The stronger the wind and snow, the further he traveled. He carried on until it beca night, the snow was heavy, the ground was slippery, and it beca harder to recognize the paths. If he stepped into an empty space, he would definitely fall down to his death in the deep valley. He didn’t care and took his life lightly; he looked up and walked forward.
After a while, he suddenly heard a light ‘chi’ ‘chi’ sound, it sounded like so kind of beast was traveling in the snow; he imdiately turned around and saw the image of a person flash past, darting into a valley. Yang Guo was startled and quickly went over to take a look in the valley. He saw soone hooking his three fingers into the rock, hanging in midair. Yang Guo saw that the three fingers supported the whole body above the valley; this person’s martial arts were extrely high and had reached an unimaginable level. So he politely said, “Old senior please co up!”
The person laughed, his voice shaking the valley, his fingers pulled up and he leapt up from the side of the mountain. The person suddenly shouted, “You are with the Five Clowns of the Tibetan Border aren’t you? What are you doing sneaking around here in the middle of the night during a snowstorm?”
Yang Guo was scolded for no reason and thought, “What am I doing sneaking around here in the middle of the night during a snowstorm?” This disturbed his thoughts and he suddenly let out a cry; rembering how unlucky he was, suffering the abuse of others, and his most respected and loved one Xiao Longnu blad him for not understanding and had disappeared. They would probably never et again in this lifeti. As he cried about this, all his life’s worries and all the resentnt and abuse he had suffered surfaced in his mind.
When that person saw him cry he was shocked; he heard him getting more pitiful as he cried, and was even more surprised. When the person saw that his cries weren’t going to end he suddenly laughed, the laughter and crying joined together and shook the snow down from the mountaintops.
When Yang Guo heard the laugh, his crying stopped and he angrily said, “What are you laughing at?”
The person laughed and said, “What are you crying about?”
Yang Guo was about to reply hatefully when he rembered this person’s martial arts were extraordinary; he cald down his anger and politely bowed and said, “Junior is Yang Guo, I hereby greet Senior.”
The person held a bamboo rod in his hand, and he lightly pushed him on the arm. Yang Guo did not feel any greet force yet his body couldn’t stop from falling backwards. With the force of that push, one would fall down and have to struggle to get up. But he had learned the “Toad Stance” where one’s legs are above their head; he flipped over in the air and remained upright.
Neither of them could have guessed what had just happened. With Yang Guo’s present abilities, making him fall in one push wasn’t easy, even Li Mochou or Qiu Chuji and the like couldn’t do this to him. The other person saw him standing up steadily after flipping over in midair, he widened his eyes and looked at him and asked, “Why are you crying?”
When Yang Guo examined him, he was a white haired and bearded old man; the clothes on him were old and torn. It appeared that he was a beggar. Although it was dark, the white snow reflected off him, there was a red glow to his face, yet he looked graceful. Yang Guo’s respect for him beca evident and he replied, “I’m a person with a life full of despair, there is no point in living, I should just die.”
The old beggar heard that his voice was full of resignation and resentnt; the beggar nodded his head and asked, “Who’s bullying you? Quickly tell Grandpa.”
Yang Guo said, “My father was killed by soone, but I don’t know who. My mother died from illness, there is no one left in the world who loves or cares for .”
The old beggar gave an ‘en’ grunt and said, “That is sad. Who is the Master who taught you kung fu?”
Yang Guo thought, “Auntie Guo technically was my Master but she didn’t teach any martial arts. ntioning the Quanzhen Taoists fills with hate. Ouyang Feng is my godfather, not my Master. My kung fu was taught by Gu Gu, but she said she wants to be my wife. If I said she is my Master she will be angry. Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying ancestors left their martial arts in the stone rooms, how can I say they are my Master? I have many Masters but I can’t ntion any of them.”
This question disturbed his feelings again and he let out a cry again, calling out, “I don’t have a Master, I don’t have a Master!”
The old beggar said, “Fine, fine! If you don’t want to say, that’s fine.”
Yang Guo sobbed, “It’s not that I don’t want to say, it’s just that I don’t have one.”
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