Chapter 38 – Life and death are indistinct, Part 3
“He is going to the Passionless Valley!” Guo Xiang explained. “He is going to the Broken Heart Cliff! He will et with Xiao Longnü, his wife. One Yang Guo will scare the hell out of you; if he is with Xiao Longnü … hey … hey … Ah old monk, why do you want to go to the Broken Heart Cliff just to be beaten to death?”
For more than ten years Fawang had trained his new skill, the ‘Dragon and Elephant Wisdom Dexterity Technique’. He wanted to test this new skill against the ‘Jade Maiden Sword Technique’ of the Yang-Long couple. He felt that his training was complete, at least enough to fight the couple. He had sworn not to set his foot on the central plains again if he could not defeat the couple. Therefore, Guo Xiang’s speech was again on target. Out of anger he laughed.
“All right, fine. Let us leave for the Passionless Valley right now,” he said, “but what if I can defeat both Yang Guo and Xiao Longnü?”
“If you really are any good, why wouldn’t I take you as my master?” countered the girl. “Only thing is, the Passionless Valley is so remote and difficult to find …”
“Don’t you worry!” laughed Fawang. “I know that place, I’ve been there. It’s still early; you follow to the camp. I have so business to attend to. I’ll take you to the Passionless Valley afterward.”
Hearing this, Guo Xiang was relieved. She thought, “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to go. Now that you want to, why should I be worried? O monk, you may be arrogant, you may be highly skilled, but just wait till you et Brother Yang!” Thus she followed the monk to the Mongolian camp without hesitation.
Fawang was determined to take Guo Xiang as his disciple; he wanted her to inherit all his skills. And since he had to win her heart first, he treated Guo Xiang with utmost courtesy and respect. It is difficult to find a good master in the martial world; but it is equally difficult to find a talented disciple. Along the way Fawang found out that Guo Xiang was really smart and talented, therefore, he was more and more delighted.
Guo Xiang often chided him for killing the Long Beard Ghost and the Big Head Ghost; but Fawang wasn’t unhappy, on the contrary, he praised her for having a benevolent heart, unlike his own ruthless Hou Dou.
Fawang took Guo Xiang to the Mongolian camp, the one where Khubilai – the Emperor’s cousin, was. It was the southern camp; while the one Yang Guo investigated was the northern one – where the ngke Khan was. The two officials who were overheard by Ke Zhen’E spoke in general term, while Ke Zhen’E himself was not aware that there were two different camps. Thus Yang Guo’s search was in vain.
Actually Fawang and Guo Xiang left for the Passionless Valley not too long after Yang Guo, but because Yang Guo was in haste, the distance between them was more than a hundred li. This made Yang Guo arrive at the Passionless Valley a few days earlier than they did.
In Xiangyang, Guo Jing and Huang Rong were so worried about their daughter. They have dispatched dozens of Beggar Clan disciples to try to find her. They ca back in a few days with a unanimous report: no trace of Guo Xiang.
After about ten days, Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang arrived in Xiangyang. They brought news from Ke Zhen’E that Guo Xiang was captured and brought to the Mongolian camp. Guo Jing and Huang Rong were very shocked! That night Huang Rong and Cheng Ying went to the enemy’s camp. But just like Yang Guo, they did not find anything. On the third night they were sighted; which resulted in a battle with the Mongolian officers. They were surrounded by more than forty soldiers, but with their swords’ help, they would escape and get back ho to Xiangyang.
Huang Rong was baffled. She believed Guo Xiang was not inside the Mongolian camp. But since there was no other news, she beca more worried than ever. She discussed this situation with Guo Jing. They decided since there was no sign of Mongolian troop movent yet, that Huang Rong should go and search for Guo Xiang. She would take their two white eagles, with the intention of using them as couriers later on.
Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying imdiately expressed their intentions of coming along with Huang Rong. She quickly agreed, since they would be valuable helpers. They ca out of Xiangyang, went around the enemy’s camp, and went northwest. Their destination was Fenglingdu. Huang Rong thought, “This ti Xiang’er’s intention is to find Yang Guo, and since they first t around a ferry crossing in Tongguan, perhaps we will find so clues around that place.”
This journey took place in the winter. They proceeded slowly because they needed to ask people along the way about Guo Xiang. It was already toward the end of the second month when they finally arrived at Fenglingdu; the ice had already lted. There again they asked lots of people that might have seen Guo Xiang: the peddlers, cart drivers, restaurant workers, and anybody who would possibly see sobody fitting Guo Xiang’s description. But so far the result was negative.
“Shi Jie (older martial sister), don’t you worry,” Cheng Ying tried to console Huang Rong. “Xiang’er is a very lucky girl. Just rember the day she was born; she was fought over by Jinlun Fawang and Li Mochou, both were the epito of evil. Didn’t sobody say that if soone survives a grave danger, one would be lucky all one’s life? She was in grave danger then, and she survived. So I believe she will survive now.”
Huang Rong sighed, but didn’t say anything.
The three of them left Fenglingdu and headed out of town. The sun was shining, the weather was getting warr, and they could feel the southerly breeze. Spring was coming. Cheng Ying was trying to entertain Huang Rong. She pointed to a flower bush and said, “Shi Jie, here in the north the spring cos much later. Just look at these peach blossom buds. Aren’t they already blooming on the Peach Blossom Island? I think they may even have sprouted so fruits already.” She picked a peach blossom, played with it and softly singing, “I ask the flower, but I have no answer. Why do flowers fall? Why do they bloom? A third part for the spring, the other third float on the water, and the rest fall back to the earth …”
Huang Rong gazed at Miss Cheng. She was beautiful, just like Huang Rong always rembered her. She recalled how Cheng Ying lived a quiet life and couldn’t help but feeling sad for her. She was still daydreaming when suddenly her ears caught a buzzing noise. It was a big honey bee. It flew around the peach blossom in Cheng Ying’s hand, and then landed on another flower, gathering nectar. That bee was gray and bigger than average bees. Suddenly a thought flashed in her mind.
“This bee looks like Xiao Longnü’s Jade Bees. How co it is here?” she asked no one in particular.
“You are right,” said Wushuang. “Let us follow this bee. See where the beehive is …”
That bee flew around the flower bushes, and finally flew toward the northwest. The three of them used their lightness kungfu to follow. The bee flew and landed on so other flowers along the way. Not too long afterwards they saw two other bees. Near dusk they arrived at a very beautiful valley. The trees were green and the mountains looked purple. It was a captivating scene. Toward the hillside there hung seven or eight beehives made of wood. Those three bees flew into one of the hives.
On the other side of the hill they saw three thatched huts. There were two small foxes playing around in front of the house, their eyes gazed toward the visitors. About that ti the middle door swung open, and out ca an old man with a very healthy countenance, his face so fresh like that of a young boy.
Seeing this old man, Huang Rong was thrilled. “Old Urchin, look who’s here! Look here!”
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