"Well said, well said!" Du E said, "This Emei Pai Zhang Men; I heard she defeated all heroes under the heavens yesterday. Could it be that her martial art is superior to Zhang Jiaozhu's?"
"Certainly," Zhang Wuji replied, "Wan bei [younger generation – referring to self] suffered a severe injury and I vomited blood under Zhou Zhang Men's hands yesterday."
"That's strange," Du Nan said.
The three old monks' long whip slowly shook and came out. Right at this moment, from the waist of the hill suddenly came a gentle sound of 'qin' [zither] and flute ensemble, intermingled with the cry of the birds.
Zhang Wuji was very happy. As the 'yao qin' [jade or mother-of-pearl zither] made three 'zheng, zheng, zheng' noise, four young woman wearing white clothes floating onto the peak, each one had a short zither in her hands. Next, amidst the rising and falling flute sound, four young women in black, each blowing a long flute, walked up the peak. The black and white intermingled, eight young women stood on eight directions. The zither and flute ensemble played a gentle, yet elegant music.
Accompanied by this beautiful music, a beautiful woman draped in light yellow soft cotton clothing strolled leisurely toward the peak. She was the woman Zhang Wuji met during the Beggar Clan meeting at Lulong the other day.
As soon as the little girl, the Clan Leader of the Beggar Clan, Shi Hongshi saw her, she rushed forward, threw herself in that woman's bosom and cried out, "Yang Jiejie, Yang Jijie! Our Zhanglao and Longtou have been killed!" She pointed toward Zhou Zhiruo and said, "They were killed under Emei Pai and Shaolin Pai's malicious hands."
The woman in yellow nodded and said, "I know. Humph! Jiu Yin Bai Gu Zhua is not necessarily the strongest martial art in the world."
Ever since she arrived at the peak, her entourage, her beautiful face and her elegant manners have captivated the attention of everybody present. These few words of her were clearly heard by everyone. The crowd of heroes was astonished. The older ones among them thought, "Could it be that Emei Pai's claw technique is the sinister and ruthless skill, 'Jiu Yin Bai Gu Zhua', which shook the Jianghu over a hundred years ago?" They had heard the 'Jiu Yin Bai Gu Zhua's name, and they knew this martial art was evil and brutal to the extreme; but since it had been lost for a long time, nobody had ever seen it.
The woman in yellow took Shi Hongshi by the hand and led her back to the Beggar Clan crowd. Then she sat on a piece of mountain rock.
Zhou Zhiruo's countenance slightly changed as in a low voice she asked, "Who is this woman?"
"I only met her once," Zhang Wuji replied, "I don't know her name, I don't know her origin; I only know she has some relation with the Beggar Clan."
"Humph!" Zhou Zhiruo snorted, and then said, "Let's start!" Her long whip shook and coiled toward Du Nan's long rope, while grasping this opportunity to occupy the space in between the three deep green pine trees. Her first move in attacking the center of the enemies was very ruthless and swift, with lots of guts; even first-class Jianghu masters might be unable to do what she did.
The crowd of heroes only saw her shadow in the air, just like a giant dark green crane sweeping down from the sky; her movements were incomparably graceful.
The flexible whip in her right hand entangled Du Nan's long rope. Both of them exerted their strength trying to pull their respective weapons that Du Nan's weapon was rendered useless temporarily. Du E and Du Jie's pair of whips made a converging attack from left and right.
Zhang Wuji immediately stepped forward, but his step faltered and he tumbled down to the ground. The crowd of heroes gasped; they thought that after his injury, Zhang Wuji's steps were weakened. They did not know that Zhang Wuji was using the ancient Persian martial art he learned from the Sheng Huo Ling tablets. His movements were weird, totally unpredictable. As he seemed to be falling forward, the Sheng Huo Ling tablets in his hands actually struck toward the pit of Du Nan's stomach.
Du Nan's long rope was still entangled by Zhou Zhiruo's whip that he was unable to use his weapon to block the attack. Du E and Du Jie saw the danger. Their ropes left Zhou Zhiruo to assault Zhang Wuji. Two long strips of black ropes, with overwhelming power swiftly struck toward Zhang Wuji like a pair of black dragons so that he would be hard pressed to block. Who would have thought that Zhang Wuji rolled around on the ground to escape the attack while rolling toward Du E.
Du E thrust his left hand toward Zhang Wuji's shoulder. Zhang Wuji parried with his left palm using the Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi. His body shook and his shoulder bumped toward Du Jie. He resolutely wanted to make Zhou Zhiruo famous today by giving up the credit of defeating the Shaolin three eminent monks entirely to Emei Pai Zhang Men. His only wish was that he would be able to save Xie Xun. By using the ancient Persian martial art, he rolled and circled to the east, and stumbled and turned to the west. His movements were totally unattractive; he seemed to be in a very distressing situation.
There were many outstandingly experienced warriors with vast knowledge among the spectators, but this special ancient Persian martial art was simply too strange. In addition, there had never been anybody from the Central Plains using it. Much less, the fact that Zhang Wuji was heavily injured the previous day was a public knowledge. Consequently, no one realized that he was only pretending. There wasn't any one among the enemies of the Ming Cult who was not secretly delighted, while all the friends of the Ming Cult were deeply troubled; thinking that Zhang Wuji might lose his life over this matter today.
Over several dozens of stances later, they saw that Zhou Zhiruo's shadow abruptly flashed up and down, swiftly swaying in an unpredictable manner. In the meantime, Zhang Wuji seemed to be losing his ground. His hands and feet moved in a frantic manner, not any better than a fool who had just started training martial arts. However, no matter how dangerous his situation was, he always managed to escape the opponent's fatal blow at the last moment.
The experienced heroes among the crowd started to realize that Zhang Wuji must have followed some type of footwork; perhaps something similar to 'zui ba xian' [drunken eight immortals], where the movements seemed disorderly, but actually contained strange and subtle variations within it. This type of martial art skill was much more difficult to master than the orthodox martial art commonly practiced in that era.
If this ancient Persian martial art were used to fight one of the three eminent monks, regardless of which monk, he would certainly be confused and put at a disadvantage; just as Zhang Wuji was battered and exhausted when he was dealing with the Wind and Cloud Emissaries for the first time. However, these three Shaolin eminent monks had been in meditation together for several decades; their minds were interlinked. As soon as one of the monks showed a small opening in his defense line, the other two monks would immediately close that gap.
Zhang Wuji executed all kinds of strange movements. Each one was designed to confuse enemy's vision. He would move to the left, but actually attack to the right; he seemed to attack to the front, but actually aim to the back; his movements were very difficult to predict. However, the three monks' whips were as steady as their heartbeat, totally immune to his tricks.
Toward the seventieth, eightieth stance, Zhang Wuji's strange movements continuously emerged one after another, but all along he failed to harm even a strand of these three monks' hair. After nearly a hundred stances, he felt the three monks' whips were getting stronger, while his own movements were getting sluggish; he was unable to move as quick as when they started fighting. He did not realize that the martial art he used was somewhat demonic, while the three monks' 'Jin Gang Fu Mo Quan' was based on Buddhism power utilization technique to subdue evil spirit.