The Legend of the Condor Heroes

Very soon Guo Jing had already reached the fourth page. Hong Qigong and Huang Rong knew very well that Guo Jing did not have that kind of intelligence; they did not know what had possessed him, but they were pleasantly and extremely surprised.

Huang Yaoshi listened attentively and compared every word with the ones in the book. He found out that Guo Jing's sentences were ten times more logical; firmly resembled the original text that he remembered. His heart turned cold and unconsciously he broke in cold sweats. "Could it be that my deceased wife's spirit in the underworld is so smart that she managed to recall the full text and passed it on to this boy?" The words kept coming out of Guo Jing's mouth like trickling water. Huang Yaoshi was started to be convinced that his wife's spirit did help this youngster; he looked up to the sky and softly muttered, "A Heng, A Heng, you loved me very much that you have used this boy's mouth to impart the manual to me. But why didn't you let me see a glimpse of you? I played my flute every night for you; did you hear that?"

'A Heng' was Madame Huang's nickname; nobody else but him knew this; so naturally everybody else did not know what he was talking about. They saw his face looked different; his eyes glazed in tears, his mouth quivered but nothing came out of it; they were puzzled.

After being in that dazed condition for a while Huang Yaoshi suddenly had another thought. He waved his hand to stop Guo Jing. His face was as cold as if there was a layer of frost on it; fiercely he asked, "The Nine Yin Manual that Mei Chaofeng lost; where did you find it?"

Guo Jing saw his eyes had a murderous look; he was really scared. "Disciple really does not know Mei … Senior Mei's Manual's whereabouts. If I do, I will gladly help to retrieve it and return it to the Island Master."

Huang Yaoshi looked at him with his penetrating gaze, yet did not see even the slightest bit of deceitfulness on Guo Jing's face. He was compelled to believe it was his late wife from the underworld who taught Guo Jing; he was feeling joyful and grieved at the same time. With a loud and clear voice he gave his verdict, "Very well. Qi Xiong, Feng Xiong, it was my deceased wife who chose our son-in-law; your brother did not have anything else to say. Child, I betroth Rong'er to you. Treat her well. I have spoiled Rong'er badly, so you need to yied 30% of the time."

Huang Rong was ecstatic, she was grinning from ear to ear, "I am a completely well-behaved girl, who said I am badly spoiled?"

Guo Jing might be stupid, he might be slow, but this time he did not need Huang Rong to prompt him; he immediately kneeled down and kowtowed, "Father-in-law!"

He had not stood back up yet when Ouyang Ke suddenly called out, "Hold on!"