Chapter - 349 Fresh Alliance of an Old Pledge (6) (1/2)
”What?” said Huang Rong, laughing. ”Had enough?”
Qiu Qianren gave her a stern look. ”Miss,” he said, ”you've already sustained an internal injury. Hurry off to a tranquil room to convalesce for seven times seven days. And don't so much as peep outside, or else there's no guaranteeing your little life!”
Seeing him speak so seriously, Huang Rong couldn't help being startled for a moment – before bursting into giggles of uncontrollable laughter, her body trembling like the stem of a flower.
By now, Huang Yaoshi and the Six Freaks of Jiangnan had already caught up, and were puzzled at the sight of Tuolei and the others tied against trees.
Ouyang Feng had naturally heard that the martial arts of Qiu Qianren were astonishing. In one former year, he'd beaten the master warriors of the Hengshan School – which had rocked the southern realms with its might – until they lay dead or dying, using only his pair of iron palms. There and then, Hengshan suffered irrecoverable collapse, never again able to hold its position in wulin. But today, how come he couldn't even beat a little girl like Huang Rong? And could it be true that he had facial neigong, able to injure opponents by firing their force back at them? Not only was this unheard of, it didn't look like it, given his situation.
Just as Ouyang Feng was hesitating, he raised his head and suddenly spotted a document pouch of Sichuan brocade hanging aslant from Huang Yaoshi's shoulder, with a camel embroidered in white silk on its surface – the property, as it happened, of his own nephew. Deep down, he couldn't help feeling dread. Having left after killing Tan Chuduan and Mei Chaofeng, he had come back again just to collect his nephew. ”Could it be that Huang Yaoshi has actually killed the lad in vengeance for his disciple?” he thought.
In a trembling voice, he asked: ”What's happened to my nephew?”
”What's happened to my disciple Mei Chaofeng is also what's happened to your nephew,” replied Huang Yaoshi icily.
Ouyang Feng felt half his body go cold. Ouyang Ke had been born because of an illicit liaison between him and his sister-in-law; nephew by name, he was actually his dear son, and he loved this illegitimate son like life itself. He had felt that, although Huang Yaoshi and the Quanzhen Taoists had established deep grievances with him, all of these people were renowned champions in jianghu; with Ouyang Ke unable to move either of his legs an inch, there was no way they'd cause him trouble. He just had to wait for them to disperse, before taking his son to a quiet place where he'd recuperate from his injuries. Little did he know that Ouyang Ke had already met with brutality.
Huang Yaoshi watched him standing there, eyes staring straight ahead, about to launch a sudden attack any moment now. He knew that this would be unleashed with a mountain-moving, ocean-churning violence, an unstoppable force; inwardly, he readied himself.
”Who's the killer?” growled Ouyang Feng. ”One of yours, or one of Quanzhen's?” He knew that, with Huang Yaoshi's exalted status, he'd never kill with his own hands someone who had two broken legs. He must have got somebody else to do it. By now, Ouyang Feng's naturally harsh voice had become even more ear-piercingly jarring.
Huang Yaoshi answered coldly: ”A brat who's studied Quanzhen martial arts plus some skills from Peachblossom Island, and who's well acquainted with you. You go and look for him.”
Huang Yaoshi was actually talking of Yang Kang, but when Ouyang Feng thought about it, Guo Jing instantly came to mind. Bursting with rage and anguish, for a moment he aimed a ferocious glare at Guo Jing, and then turned his head to Huang Yaoshi. ”What the heck are you doing taking my nephew's document pouch?” he asked.
”If the master map of Peachblossom Island was with him, I had to take it back,” said Huang Yaoshi. ”In digging down to search for the map, it was necessary for me to trouble your excellent nephew – after his burial – with the sight of daylight once again. Of that, I feel rather regretful. It's a shame that although he had the document pouch on him, within the pouch, that master map was nowhere to be seen; the search ended up being a waste of Heretic Huang's efforts. Still, we definitely gave the remains of your nephew a proper resting-place; we dared not have it the least bit deficient.”
”Well said, well said,” remarked Ouyang Feng.