Chapter - 432 Impending Disaster (2) (1/2)
”What?” Guo Jing was startled.
”Are you going to keep a good faith? Do you stay true to your own promise?” Peng Lianhu asked.
”What?” Guo Jing asked again; his right hand was still holding Peng Lianhu high in the air.
”We have agreed to have a martial art contest in Jiaxing on the fifteenth of the eighth month, at the Misty Rain Tavern,” Peng Lianhu said, ”We are not in Jiaxing, and today is not the Mid-autumn Festival. How can you injure me?”
Guo Jing thought he was right; he was about to release him when suddenly he remembered something. ”What did you do to my Zhou Dage [big brother Zhou]?”
Peng Lianhu replied, ”The Old Urchin is betting against that Tibetan monk; whoever moves first lose. What does it have to do with me?”
Guo Jing cast a glance toward the two people sitting on the ground, he felt relieved. ”So that's how it is,” he thought. Then he shouted, ”Da Shifu [first master], are you Senior well?” Ke Zhen'e only uttered an 'Hm' sound from inside the cave.
Guo Jing was afraid as soon as he let Peng Lianhu go, he would kick him on the chest; hence with his right hand he flung Peng Lianhu several feet away, while calling out, ”Off you go!”
Peng Lianhu took that opportunity to somersault and land on the ground. He saw Sha Tongtian and Liang Ziweng had already run away. He inwardly scolded them for not remembering their friend. He cupped his fists toward Guo Jing and said, ”Seven days later at Misty Rain Tavern we will decide victory and defeat.” He turned around and displaying his 'qing gong' [lightness kungfu] he ran away. He was wondering about one thing, ”Each time I meet this kid, his martial art is improving by leaps and bounds. Isn't that strange? Did he eat some magic pills or find some immortal secret?”
Huang Rong went toward Zhou Botong and Lingzhi Shangren; she noticed that both of them were staring at each other without blinking their eyes. Looking at the situation she recalled the conversation between those two night-walkers and knew that this must be Peng Lianhu's evil scheme. They must be scared of the Old Urchin's martial art, so they tricked him into making a bet against this Tibetan monk to stay still. Lingzhi Shangren's martial art was nowhere near the Old Urchin's; but by keeping him from moving, others would have the opportunity to deal with Ke Zhen'e.
The Old Urchin would be happy to have someone accompany him to play; he would not care about other matters, so it would be useless to speak reason with him. Although there was an earth-shattering fight going on next to him, he would sit still like Taishan [Mount Tai]; he would not even move his little finger, he was determined to win his bet against Lingzhi Shangren.
”Old Urchin! I'm here!” Huang Rong called out.
Zhou Botong heard her, but he was afraid to lose, so he did not respond.
Huang Rong said, ”The way you bet, even if you sit for several more hours you won't know who wins and who loses; what kind of fun is that? You know what, let me do this: I will tickle both of you on your 'xiao yao xue' [laugh waist acupoint] with my both hands; I will make both hands have the same strength. Whoever laughs first will lose.”
Zhou Botong had been sitting impatiently; hearing Huang Rong's words he agreed wholeheartedly, but he did not dare to show his approval. Huang Rong did not say anything more, she went in between the two and sat down. She put her Dog Beating Stick on the ground and stretched both arms, two index fingers hit both men's 'xiao yao xue'. She knew Zhou Botong's internal energy far surpassed the Tibetan monk's, so she was not being unfair; she exerted equal strength. But to her surprise while Zhou Botong admittedly did not move, Lingzhi Shangren also seemed like he did not feel anything.