Chapter 1 – Love is ruthless, Part 7
Suddenly he heard two whistles behind him; the sound was gentle and soft, coming from the mouth of a little girl. The two eagles circled twice before descending. Wu Xiuwen turned around and saw a young girl, who was raising her arm to the sky. The eagles ca down by her side. The girl gave one look to Wu Xiuwen and then stroked her two eagles saying, “Good eagle…clever eagle.” Wu Xiuwen thought, “So the two eagles are her eagles. He looked at the eagles, which were exuding an air of superiority, standing taller than the girl. He walked up to the girl and asked, “Are those eagles yours?”
The girl pouted, and her face changed color. “I don’t recognize you. I’m not going to play with you.”
Wu Xiuwen touched the backs of the eagles without any intentions. The girl whistled, and the eagles raised their left wing. There was a high force behind the wings, and Xiu Wen didn’t guard against it; he ended up on the ground. He rolled around on the ground, eyes fixed on the eagles, and said admiringly, “Those eagles are great and they really listen to you. I’ll get father to catch one so I can train it.”
“Huh, you think your father can catch one?”
Wu Xiuwen was just curious, but each ti she caused embarrassnt. He looked at her closely; she was wearing an elegant green dress, a pearl necklace hung around her neck, her face was white, almost like butter, her eyes moving and face delicate. Wu Xiuwen thought she was extrely beautiful, and wanted to approach her but saw she was cold, and stayed back in fear. The girl stroked the eagles back with her right hand, and examined Wu Xiuwen. “What’s your na? Why are you alone?”
“My na is Wu Xiuwen. I’m waiting here for my father. What about you, what’s your na?”
“I don’t play with naughty boys,” said the girl as she turned her back and walked away.
Xiu Wen stood there before saying, “I’m not a naughty boy”, and trying to chase the girl at the sa ti. He saw that the girl was younger than him by two, three years; her steps aren’t very large and he should catch up with her very soon. Though he used his lightness kung fu, the girl’s steps were very fast, and in a flash a distance of ten feet was between them. The girl hurried a few steps and then shouted back, “Hey, can you catch ?” “Of course”, replied Xiu Wen and imdiately stepped up his efforts. The girl turned and ran, and then hid behind a tree. Wu Xiuwen followed. As soon as he was near, she suddenly stretched out her left foot, and tripped him up. He didn’t anticipate this and fell forward. He wanted to use the “Iron Tree Stump Stance” but the girl stuck out her right foot and kicked him fiercely in the behind. Wu Xiuwen fell down, his nose hitting a stone as he fell, causing a nose bleed and blood poured over his clothes. When she saw the blood, she stopped, and wanted to run away and leave the boy there. Suddenly, a voice from behind said, “Fu’er, you are bullying again, aren’t you?”
“Who says? He just tripped by himself, what does it have to do with ? Don’t listen to what father says.” she replied without turning back.
Wu Xiuwen stood up and held his nose. Although it didn’t really hurt, the blood made him nervous. As he heard the voice talking to the girl, he turned around and saw an old man holding a tal walking staff. The hair on the man’s temple was like frost, his appearance was strange, his eyes where white, he was a blind man. He heard the man laugh and say, “Just because I’m blind doesn’t an you can lie to , I can hear everything. You act terribly now, so what’s going to happen when you get older?”
She walked over to the man and held his hand, and gently said, “Grandpa, don’t listen to what father says, okay. He tripped and he’s got a nose bleed. Can you stop the bleeding?”
The old man walked forward and grabbed Wu Xiuwen’s arm, then stretched out his right hand and used his finger to press on the “Wen Xiang Xue” (Sll Fragrant) pressure point by the nose. Wu Xiuwen’s nosebleed was beginning to slowly stop, and as he touched his nose a few tis, it did. He felt the man’s fingers were like iron pliers, long and stiff, holding his arm tightly. He was scared, and didn’t move; as soon as his hand was released, he used the grabbing hand kung fu taught by his mother, he pushed out a palm in a semi circle to repel the man. The old man wasn’t anticipating this kid would strike out, and was hit by a sweetly tid palm. The man didn’t react and gave out an approving sigh, while holding to his wrist. Wu Xiuwen tried to distribute his chi in case he can’t escape and has to fight. The old man said, “Little fella, don’t be scared. What’s your na?”
“My na is Wu.”
“Your accent is not local. Where are you from? Where are your parents?” As the man said this he released his wrist. When he ntioned parents, Wu Xiuwen rembered that he has been away from his parents for a night and didn’t know how they were. He wanted to cry. When the girl saw his expression she sang, “Ashad dog, eyes are red, ready to cry!”
Wu angrily replied, “I’m not going to cry again!”
The family was waiting at the Lu ho for the enemy, when his father ca and took him and his brother away; he spent a night alone in the forest. He was getting aggravated, his words were jumbled but the old man managed to make out seventy or eighty percent of it. They were from Dali, his father’s na is Wu Santong; his most refined kung fu was the “Solitary Yang Finger”.
“Your father is a disciple of Reverend Yideng, correct?”
“Yes, you know our emperor? You’ve seen him? I’ve never seen him,” said Wu Xiuwen.
Wu Santong was the head of the Imperial Wood Transport, when the Emperor was Duan Zhi. The emperor beca a monk, with the new na “Yideng”. But Wu Santong couldn’t let the past go and still called him Emperor. That’s why his sons also refer to him as Emperor.
“I haven’t yet had the luck to et the legendary “Southern Emperor”. This girl’s parents were the receivers of great kindness from him. That ans we are not really strangers. Do you know who your mother’s enemy is?”
“I heard from mother and master Lu that it’s Scarlet sothing, sothing Chou.
The old man raised his head and mumbled, “Scarlet sothing?” He slamd his staff and said loudly, “Could it be the Scarlet Serpent Deity, Li Mochou?”
“Yes! It’s the Scarlet Serpent Deity!”
The old man’s complexion changed completely. He said, “You two play here. Don’t leave. I’ll go and take a look.”
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