The Legend of the Condor Heroes

Hong Qigong burst in laughter, "How sweet! How sweet!" he shouted. Huang Yaoshi was fuming mad, shouting some cursing words. Ouyang Feng was very good at concealing his feelings; he merely smiled.

Huang Rong dashed back to the house, taking some change of clothes for his father. She also brought his father's robe for Ouyang Feng.

Huang Yaoshi decided to take a look inside the cave one more time, careful not to trip on any more booby-trap. He took out the leaf and saw two lines of very fine characters, "… don't pull the leaf. There is smelly urine above to drench you up. Absolutely, 100%! Don't ever say that I haven't warned you."

Huang Yaoshi was angry, but also amused. Suddenly he remembered that the urine was still a little bit warm; he turned his body and walked out the cave. "The Old Urchin has not left too long ago; we can still catch up with him."

Guo Jing was wary, "As soon as these two see each other they will certainly engage in a fierce battle," he thought. But before he had any chance to voice his opinion Huang Yaoshi had already flown to the east.

Everybody knew the pathways of the island were mysterious, nobody dared to be left behind, so they closely followed along. Not too far ahead they could see Zhou Botong was strolling leisurely. Huang Yaoshi exerted his strength to his feet and flew like an arrow leaving its bow; in a flash he had approached Zhou Botong. He stretched out his hand to grab Zhou Botong's neck.

Zhou Botong evaded to the left. Turning his body around he called out, "Wow! It's the sweet smelling Old Heretic Huang!"

In this one grab Huang Yaoshi had used the skill he painstakingly trained for decades; it was swift and fierce. He was mad because of the urine and dung, so he had used 100% of his strength in that one attack. Who would have thought that Zhou Botong was able to evade his attack casually, like he did not made too much effort at all. Huang Yaoshi's heart turned cold; he stopped his attack. He calmed himself down and looked at Zhou Botong. To his surprise Zhou Botong's hands were tied in front of his chest; but he was smiling happily, his face showed contentment.

Guo Jing rushed forward and said, "Big Brother, Island Master Huang has become my father-in-law; now we belong to the same family."

Zhou Botong sighed, "What Father-in-law? Why didn't you listen to me? Old Heretic Huang is wicked and weird; how can his daughter any better? You will suffer the consequences for the rest of your life. Good Brother, let me tell you this: No matter what happened, you cannot take the daughter of someone who loves to drench himself in urine everyday as your wife. It's a good thing you haven't bowed to the heaven and the earth to marry her; you can still slip away. Quickly you run away as far as you can, otherwise she'll come looking for you …"

He was still babbling endlessly when Huang Rong stepped forward and smiled, "Big Brother Zhou, look who's coming behind you?"

Zhou Botong turned his head, but of course he did not see anyone. Huang Rong raised the smelly change of clothes from his father and threw it toward his back. Zhou Botong heard the swishing sound and stepped sideways; "Splat!" that bundle of clothes fell to the ground dispersing a foul odor everywhere.

Zhou Botong doubled with laughter. "Old Heretic Huang," he said, "You have imprisoned me for fifteen years and broken both of my legs; yet I only let you to step on my dung and drenched you with my urine. Don't you think that was a fair deal?"

Huang Yaoshi pondered about it for a moment and felt Zhou Botong was right; so he did not give it another thought. "Why do you tie up your hands like that?" he asked.

"I have my reasons, which I can't tell you," Zhou Botong said, repeatedly shaking his head. He looked so solemn.

Actually when Zhou Botong was forced to endure suffering in that hole, several times he had a thought to come out and fight Huang Yaoshi. However, he realized that he was still not Huang Yaoshi's match. Besides, if he got killed or heavily injured; who would defend the Nine Yin Manual entrusted to him by his martial brother? Therefore, he had to swallow his pride and endured everything patiently. Then Guo Jing came into the scene. Together they played four-hand mutual combat until one day he had an idea to fight as two Zhou Botongs against one Huang Yaoshi. He was confident that no matter how high Huang Yaoshi's skill was, he would be able to exact a revenge for his fifteen years of suffering.

After Guo Jing left he sat on the ground, and all kinds of memories came flooding back to his mind: dozens of years of gratitude, grudges, love and hate; he felt like a thick curtain was covering up his mind. Suddenly he heard from a distant the flute, zither, and whistle sounds battling each other. His spirit was stirred; he became agitated; wanted to dash out, and was having difficulty controlling his own emotion. He had been pondering his own question for a while, "My little brother's martial art is still far below mine, but why is it that the Old Heretic Huang's flute sound did not affect him one bit?" But after he befriended Guo Jing for many days he started to understand Guo Jing's personality. That day, after thinking deeply for a moment it suddenly dawned on him; "That's right! That's right!" he exclaimed, "He is young, does not understand the complexity of man-woman relationship; does not know its pleasure and heartache. Moreover, he is simple-minded, not ambitious; he has a naïve personality and a pure heart. I, on the other hand, am old; but why do I still thinking about revenge? I am so narrow-minded. It is ridiculous, really!"

Although belonged to Quan Zhen Sect, he had never become a Taoist Priest; still, the Taoist principles were deeply ingrained in his heart: 'qing jing wu wei' [peace and tranquility, no action – pacifism], lead a simple life and suppress ambition, all those Taoist teachings. It was like a light bulb suddenly turned on in his head. He let out a long breath, stood up and walked outside the cave. For the first time in so many years he realized that the sky was so blue, the clouds so white. His heart was clear and bright. The sufferings he experienced caused by Huang Yaoshi in the past 15 years simply became a small matter in his mind.

Once outside he thought aloud, "Once I leave the Peach Blossom Island I am not coming back. If I don't leave some souvenirs for the Old Heretic Huang, how would he remember me in the days to come?" Hence with much eagerness he dug some holes and filled them with his dung and found some jars and filled them with his urine. After working hard for half a day he finally left the cave.

He only walked for several steps when suddenly remembered something, "The pathways of the Peach Blossom Island is strange, how would I know the right path to take? If I leave Brother Guo on this island, chances are more harm would come his way than not; I must take him with me. If the Old Heretic Huang tried to stop, ha … ha …, if the Old Heretic Huang wanted to fight, one Old Heretic Huang won't be a match for two Old Urchins!" After thinking that he casually swung his hand and 'Crack!' a small tree by the pathway was broken in two. He was stunned! "How come I am so strong? This has nothing to do with the mutual hands combat technique."

He swung his hand several more times and 'Crack! Crack! Crack!' without too much effort he had broken seven, eight small trees along the way. He was horrified. "This … this is the energy cultivation from the Nine Yin Manual. I … I … when did I learn this?" All of a sudden his body was drenched in cold sweats. "Strange, really strange!" he muttered.