Chapter - 206 Divine Dragon Shakes Its Tail (9)

In the meantime Hong Qigong had Guo Jing practice six, seven times. "Good, smart disciple," he said. "You have mastered about 50% of these three stances. Now go and beat this lecherous thief for me."

"Yes," Guo Jing answered and moved forward two steps and launched a palm toward Ouyang Ke. Ouyang Ke slanted his body and counterattacked with a fist. Thus two people engaged in a fight again.

The secret of '18 Dragon-Subduing Palms' lies in the exact timing of energy exertion. The moves themselves were quite simple. That was the reason that although Liang Ziweng, Mei Chaofeng and Ouyang Ke's martial arts were higher than that of Guo Jing's; yet Guo Jing was able to fight them without losing a ground. Just a moment ago Ouyang Ke was watching Hong Qigong passed on the three stances to Guo Jing, and he knew Guo Jing had not fully comprehend the moves while he himself had memorized the stances; yet now that he was fighting Guo Jing, he found it difficult to overcome those three stances.

Guo Jing on the other hand, had now mastered the complete set of '18 Dragon-Subduing Palms'. He was able to use it from head to tail and back to head again. The fierceness of the original 15 moves he had already mastered was greatly increased.

Ouyang Ke had used four different kinds of martial arts, yet he could only match Guo Jing without being able to gain an upper hand. Dozens of moves later he started to get anxious. "If I don't use my family's unique skill I might lose," he thought. "I was trained by my uncle since my childhood. How come I cannot defeat the old beggar's disciple who received instructions just a moment ago? I am afraid the old beggar will look down on my uncle."

A dozen or so moves later Guo Jing raised his hand to parry Ouyang Ke's fist; but suddenly Ouyang Ke's hand turned around and hit Guo Jing's skull from behind. Guo Jing was stunned. He ducked to avoid the blow while simultaneously threw a fist slanting upward. Ouyang Ke stepped sideways and sent another fist. Guo Jing did not dare to parry that fist; he dodged to the right. Who would have thought that Ouyang Ke's arm suddenly moved like a whip! Guo Jing clearly saw it was aiming his left side, but suddenly twisted to the right and struck Guo Jing's shoulder.

Guo Jing was hit three times in a short period of time. These three hits were heavy; he was anxious for he had no idea how to deal with it. "Jing'er, stop!" Hong Qigong called out, "Let's just admit defeat this time."

Guo Jing leaped about ten feet back; he felt pain on the parts being hit. To Ouyang Ke he said, "Your martial art is really brilliant; with arm turning around like that, it was really odd." Ouyang Ke was proud of himself; he cast a boasting look toward Huang Rong.

Hong Qigong said, "The Old Poison raises snake for a living; this set of 'ruan pi she' [snake's flexible skin] fists technique must be developed from the venomous snakes' movement. It was brilliant. The old beggar has not been able to devise a method to overcome it. Just consider yourself lucky. Now, get out of my way!"

Ouyang Ke's heart turned cold. "Uncle had warned me a thousand times not to use this 'ling she quan' [spirit snake fist] unless in an extremely dangerous situation. Today I have let the old beggar see it. If my uncle finds out, I will be in big trouble." His self-satisfaction disappeared almost immediately. He bowed toward Hong Qigong and walked out the temple.

"Hold on a second! I have something to say," Huang Rong called out. Ouyang Ke halted his steps; his heart beat faster. But Huang Rong did not pay any attention to him. She turned toward Hong Qigong and bowed respectfully. "Qigong," she said. "You have to accept two disciples today. Good things come in pairs; you have accepted a male disciple, now you must accept a female one. Otherwise I won't let you off easily."

Hong Qigong shook his head. "I have already made an exception by accepting one disciple," he smiled. "The old beggar doesn't want to talk about it. Moreover, your father is also highly skilled in martial art; how could he let you take the old beggar as your master?"

Huang Rong pretended to be suddenly enlightened. "So, you are scared of my father!" she exclaimed. Hong Qigong was provoked. He was actually very fond of her. "Me? Scared of your father?" he said with a straight face. "OK, I'll take you as my disciple. I want to see if the Old Heretic Huang can eat me alive."

Huang Rong smiled. "You've said it, you can't take it back," she said. "You know, my father oftentimes remarked that among the martial experts in this world, after Wong Chongyang died, only you and he two people that count. The Southern Emperor and the rest of them are not even in his book. I am sure father will love it that I take you as my master. Master, how did a beggar catch a snake? Please teach me this skill first."

Hong Qigong was not sure he knew her intention, but he did know the young girl was smart. She must have had some clever trick in her sleeves. So he simply explained, "Grab the snake seven inches from its head. Use your two fingers like a pair of pliers. As long as you pinch the snake at seven inches, no matter how venomous the snake is, it won't be able to move."

"What if the snake is very big?" Huang Rong asked.

"Lure it to bite your left hand, then, use your right hand to hit it at seven inches," Hong Qigong answered.

"Do you have to be extremely quick?" Huang Rong asked again.

"Of course," Hong Qigong replied. "You have to put some ointment on your left hand, so even if it gets bitten by the snake you won't get hurt."

Huang Rong nodded. She winked to Hong Qigong and asked, "Master, then please apply the ointment on my hand."

Catching snakes was the Beggar Clan people's specialty. Hong Qigong had never used any ointment or antidote; he would simply beat the snake with his stick. But seeing Huang Rong's meaningful glance, he took out the scarlet gourd on his back, which actually contained some wine; and apply the wine on both Huang Rong's palms.

Huang Rong sniffed her palms, made a face, and said to Ouyang Ke, "Hey, I am now the world famous beggar, the Old Hero Hong's disciple. I am asking a lesson on the 'snake's flexible skin' from you. But I must warn you that my hands are full of antidote to your poison, so you must be careful."

"Having a match with you is exactly what I hoped for," Ouyang Ke thought. "I don't care whatever witchcraft is on your hands, as long as I don't touch them." So he smiled brightly and said, "I am willing to die under your hands."

Huang Rong said, "Your other martial arts are so sloppy and ordinary, I only want to fight your stinky snake moves. If you use any other martial arts, you lose."

"Whatever Miss say, I wouldn't dare to disobey," Ouyang Ke said.

Huang Rong laughed. "Can't believe a bastard like you have a very sweet mouth," she said. "Watch out!" As soon as she finished speaking her fist came flying with Hong Qigong's 'wandering strides' technique.

Ouyang Ke let the fist passed on his side, Huang Rong followed with her left leg kicking horizontally, while her right hand forming a hook. It was a stance from the [fallen flower divine sword palm], her own family heritage. Unfortunately Huang Rong was still too young, the time she spent on training was limited; however, this time her purpose was a victory, so she used whatever kungfu she knew, regardless of who passed it on her.