Chapter - 482 All Over the World, No One Can be a Hero (7)

At his words, most of the warriors around the field applauded and cheered loudly. Yang Xiao thought, "Xie Shi Wang [lion king Xie] has too many enemies. Even with Ming Cult and the Beggar Clan's combined forces, we simply cannot fight the heroes from all over the world. It will be better to divert their attention to the Tulong Saber and stir up these warriors to fight each other." Thereupon with a loud and clear voice he said, "All the warriors under the Heaven are gathered here at the Shaolin Temple today, first, to settle the unfinished business of gratitude and grudges with Xie Shi Wang; second … hey hey! I am afraid everybody wants to get their hands on this treasured Tulong Saber. If we follow Mr. Situ's suggestion, everybody will fight everybody else and then after when all is said and done, I wonder who will get the precious Saber?"

As the crowd heard him, they thought he was speaking reasonably. Besides, among these several thousand people, perhaps only a little over a hundred people who truly had intense and deep-hatred toward Xie Xun. Without realizing it, their hearts were beating faster as soon as they thought about the 'most revered in the Wulin world' [wulin zhi zun], four characters.

A black-bearded old man stood up and said, "I wonder what kind of person is in possession of the Tulong Saber, would Yang Zuo Shi inform us?"

"This matter is also unclear to me," Yang Xiao replied, "I am afraid we must consult Kong Zhi Chanshi [honorific title for a Buddhist monk]."

Kong Zhi shook his head without saying anything. The crowd of heroes was secretly dissatisfied, they all thought, "Shaolin Pai is the host and initiator of this assembly, but Kong Wen Fangzhang is suddenly ill and cannot come out; this Kong Zhi Chanshi is so lethargic that it looks like he is half dead. I wonder what kind of trick they are playing."

A middle-aged man in dark-green coarse long robe stood up and said, "Although Kong Zhi Chanshi does not know, Xie Shi Wang certainly does. Let us invite him to come out and inquire of him. Afterwards, each one of us can play around with our true skills. Whose martial art skill is number one under the Heaven will be clear to us; naturally, he is worthy to bear the 'wulin zhi zun' title. No matter in whose hands the Saber is, he should hand it over to the 'wulin zhi zun'. If you ask me, I'll say we must agree to this first to avoid any dispute in the future. If he refuses to hand it over, all the heroes under the Heaven will rally together to attack him. Gentlemen, what do you think?"

Zhang Wuji recognized the speaker as one of the three Qinghai Pai sword masters who joined the attack to the Jin Gang Fu Mo Quan the other night.

Situ Qianzhong said, "Won't that be a martial art competition? [orig. da2 lei4 tai2 – beating drum on the platform; as martial art competition on those days was usually held on a raised platform, with people beating drums on the side] I think it is completely inappropriate."

"Any why not?" that man in the dark-green robe coldly asked, "Are you saying that we should not compete in a martial art, but compete on liquor capacity? If that's the case, then which thousand bells [Situ Qianzhong means Situ (surname) 'thousand bells'] is not drunk, whoever gets drunk but does not die [Situ Qianzhong's title was 'zui bu si' (drunk but did not die)], will be crowned the 'wulin zhi zun'."

The crowd broke up in laughter. Some in the crowd said with a strange voice, "Why do we have to compete then? This 'wulin zhi zun' title would certainly belong to the 'zui bu si', Mr. Situ!"

Situ Qianzhong tipped his wine gourd to pour a cup of wine, and then tilting his head backwards he drank it in one gulp. "I don't dare, I don't dare!" he said earnestly, "To win the title 'jiu lin zhi zun' [the most revered in the wine world], I, 'zui bu si' might have a thirty percent chance; but 'wulin zhi zun', ha ha .. I don't dare to accept the challenge; I don't dare …" To the man in the dark-green robe he said, "Since Sire has raised this issue, your martial art knowledge must have transcended the mortal world attainment. Under my faulty vision, I actually do not know Sire's illustrious name."

That man coldly said, "I am Ye Changqing of Qinghai Pai; both my drinking capacity and my clowning skills are inferior to Sire's." He implied that 'in martial art skill, I am much stronger than Sire.'

Situ Qianzhong tilted his head sideways and thought for half a day. "Qinghai Pai?" he said, "Never heard. Ye Changqing? Hm, hm … never heard either."

Everybody thought, "This Old Situ has such a nerve. Insulting Ye Changqing one man is all right, but he dares to insult the entire Qingjai Pai; wonder if he has a formidable backer behind him? Or did he have an unresolved enmity against Qinghai Pai? Just based on these few words, I am afraid Qinghai Pai would not let him go easily." Only those who knew Situ Qianzhong well realized that he was always alone, without anybody to back him up. He also did not have any enmity against the Qinghai Pai. He simply was a brassy man, who loved to argue and did not exercise control over his own tongue. Although he had suffered countless troubles in his life, his behavior did not change.

Murderous intent started to grow in Ye Changqing's heart, but his face remained calm when he said, "Qinghai Pai and the Ol' Ye are indeed obscure names, no wonder Sire did not know. But since Sire said martial art competition was inappropriate, while in drinking wine [orig. 'pouring yellow soup'] competition Sire's skill is unequalled under the Heaven, then how would we resolve this problem? Please advice."

" 'Unequalled under the Heaven' is truly much easier said than done," Situ Qianzhong said, "Truly much easier said than done. Back then, when I was at Jinan Prefecture [capital of Shandong, northeastern China] …"

"Zui Bu Si," he was about to prattle along when someone in the crowd shouted, "Don't get drunk in here! We don't have time to listen to your nonsense." Another man shouted, "What about Xie Xun? What about the Tulong Saber?" Yet another man shouted, "Kong Zhi Chanshi, you are the host of this hero's assembly, are you inviting us here to listen to this empty talk? What kind of assembly is this?" In short, the people wanted Situ Qianzhong to shut up, and for Kong Zhi to take charge of the situation. These people were shouting from among the crowd, some far, some near, they were from all directions.

Situ Qianzhong said, "Shi Laoda [old (big) man Shi] from Jiangling [a place in Hubei] prefecture's Hei Feng Zhai [black wind fort], you don't have to worry. Although your Hei Sha Zhang [black sand palm] is fierce, you will not necessarily able to defeat the 'Unequalled under the Heaven'. Poyang Lake's 'shui di jin ao' [mythological golden turtle from the bottom of Poyang Lake] Hou Xiongdi [brother Hou], that Xie Shi Wang [lion king Xie] possesses an excellent water skill; you won't be able to take advantage of him with your underwater skill. Much less they still have one 'Zi Shan Long Wang' [purple-robed dragon king] who has not made her appearance yet. Hey, hey, how can turtle and fish compete against the dragon king? Mount Qingyang's [a place in Anhui] Wu San Lang [third lad surnamed Wu], if you are dreaming of snatching the Tulong Saber with your sword, you must be blind …"

This man might talk like a madman, but he had a skill that surpassed others; his network of acquaintances was broad, his hearing was keen. From a bustling and random noise of the people shouting, he was able to call the surname and special skill of each speaker, one by one, without any mistake. The crowd of warriors realized this special skill of his; they could not help but break out in cheers.