Chapter - 342 Broken Marriage of the Purple Dress King (5)

Ding Minjun said, "If Shifu were still alive, you will certainly suffer another defeat. So you'd better not have any dream …" Suddenly 'slap, slap, slap, slap' four times, loud and clear; Ding Minjun's head spun and she faltered, since Jin Hua Popo had slapped her on the face four times, left and right.

This old granny looked frail, as if she could not support her own weight; she was also coughing repeatedly, but who would have thought that her hand could move in an unbelievable speed with a very weird palm technique. These four palm strikes were so fast that Ding Minjun did not have the slightest idea they were coming, let alone try to evade them. She was separated about two 'zhang's [about 20 feet, close to 7m] away from Ding Minjun, yet she was able to slap her and go back to her original position like a ghost.

Ding Minjun was angry; she drew her sword and pointing it toward Jin Hua Popo she said, "Old beggar granny, are you always this impatient?"

Jin Hua Popo ignored her insult, she also did not seem to see the sword in her hand, but slowly said, "How did your Shifu die?" Her voice was full of sorrow, as if she was completely discouraged.

The tip of Ding Minjun's sword was actually less than three feet away from Jin Hua Popo's chest, but in the end she did not have the courage to thrust it in. "Old beggar granny," she cursed, "Why do you expect me to answer you?"

Jin Hua Popo heaved a deep sigh and lamented, "Miejue Shitai, you were a hero; you can be considered as the Wulin world's outstanding character. It's a pity that you died. Don't you have any decent disciple to take over the Sect Leader position?"

Jing Xuan Shitai stepped forward; joining her palms in greeting she said, "Pin ni [lit. impoverished nun] Jing Xuan, paying my respect to Popo. Before her death Xian Shi had appointed Zhou Zhiruo, Zhou Shimei to take over the Sect Leadership position. Only in our Sect there are certain numbers of fellow disciples who have not submitted to that decision yet. Xian Shi has died; it would be difficult to fulfill Popo's wish. Since that is the case, what else can we say? Our school's Sect Leader has not been decided; we cannot make any appointment with Popo. But Emei is a great Sect of the Wulin world; in no way would we degrade Xian Shi's prestige. We will listen to whatever instruction Popo have; in the future our Sect Leader, according to the rule of the Wulin world, will deal with you. But if Popo, relying on your seniority, want to take an unfair advantage of us, although Emei Pai has just suffered a great calamity, we will fight with you until our blood is poured over this abandoned garden, until the very last of us die."

She was speaking boldly, yet without any trace of arrogance or submissiveness; making Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min applauding silently.

Jin Hua Popo's eyes flickered. "Turns out before she died, Zun Shi [lit. revered master] had appointed her successor, the new Sect Leader. That's wonderful! Which one? May I see her?" she said. Her manner of speaking was a lot more polite than when she talked with Ding Minjun.

Zhou Zhiruo stepped forward and saluted. "Popo, may you be blessed! Emei Pai's fourth generation Sect Leader Zhou Zhiruo wishes Popo well."

"Shameless!" Ding Minjun bellowed, "Proclaiming yourself as the Emei Pai's fourth generation Sect Leader."

Zhu'Er sneered. "This Zhou Jiejie [elder sister Zhou] is a good person; I have received her loving care in the western region. If she is not fit to become the Sect Leader, do you think you are? You dare to blubber your big mouth in front of Popo; you make me want to slap your ugly face!"

Ding Minjun was angry. 'Swish!' her sword stabbed toward Zhu'Er. Zhu'Er leaned sideways to evade, her palm struck toward Ding Minjun's face. Her movement was exactly the same as Jin Hua Popo's, but her speed was far inferior than Popo's. Ding Minjun ducked to avoid the strike, but her sword also missed its target.

Jin Hua Popo said with a smile, "Girl, I have taught you many, many times, but you have not mastered such an easy move. Watch carefully!" Her right palm moved, conveniently slapped Ding Minjun's left cheek. She flipped her palm and slapped her right cheek. Then her palm returned and slapped her left cheek, flipped over and slapped her right cheek again. These four palm strikes were very distinct; everybody could see them clearly. But Ding Minjun felt as if her body was enveloped with a great power that her limbs were completely unmovable, so her cheeks were slapped four times without her having any strength to block or evade. Fortunately, Jin Hua Popo held up her strength that Ding Minjun did not suffer any serious injury.

Zhu'Er smiled and said, "Popo, I have mastered your palm technique, but I don't have the kind of power you do. Let me try again!"

Ding Minjun was still bound by Jin Hua Popo's internal strength; she saw Zhu'Er's palm was about to strike her face. In her fury she almost passed out. Suddenly Zhou Zhiruo moved sideways; stretching her left hand she blocked Zhu'Er's palm and said, "Jiejie [elder sister], hold on!" Turning her head toward Jin Hua Popo she said, "Popo, my Shijie Jing Xuan has said it clearly; although our martial art skills are not as exquisite as Popo's, we will not let ourselves to be bullied by others."

Jin Hua Popo smiled and said, "This surnamed Ding woman's mouth is too sharp; she kept on saying she won't submit to your leadership, yet you still stand up for her?"

Zhou Zhiruo replied, "The internal affair of our school is not any outsider's business. Xiao Nuzi [lit. young woman] has received Xian Shi's order. Although my skill is too shallow, I will not let any outsider to humiliate my fellow disciple."

Jin Hua Popo smiled. "Good, good, good!" she said 'good' three times, then broke up in coughing again. Zhu'Er immediately handed a pill to her. Jin Hua Popo took it, while gasping heavily. With a sudden movement both of her palms reached out; one palm pressing Zhou Zhiruo's chest, the other pressing her back, so that all Zhou Zhiruo's fatal acupoints were covered by her palms. As soon as she pressed her palms, Zhou Zhiruo's life would be gone.

It was a very strange move. Although Zhou Zhiruo had not learned martial art for a long time, she had mastered about 30% of Miejue Shitai's skill, yet she was baffled and was rendered speechless by this strange move that held her in between the opponent's palms, she was shocked and scared, and it showed on her face.

"Miss Zhou," in a gloomy voice Jin Hua Popo said, "As the Sect Leader, your skill is really shoddy. I wonder if Zun Shi did really assign this heavy responsibility to a pampered pretty young girl like you. I'll say you are merely boasting."

Zhou Zhiruo made up her mind; she thought it in her heart, "If she exerted her strength right now, my arteries would be shaken and immediately broken, then I will die on the spot. But how can I degrade Shifu's power and prestige?" As soon as she remembered her Shifu, her courage escalated a hundred folds; lifting her right hand high she said, "This is Emei Pai's Iron Ring of the Sect Leader; Xian Shi has personally put it on my finger. How can it be a fake?"

Jin Hua Popo laughed; she said, "Just now your Shijie said that Emei is a major sect in the Wulin world. She was right, but relying on your meager skill, can you be the Wulin world great Sect's Sect Leader? I think you'd better be an obedient child and listen to what I have to say."