Chapter - 483 Descending From the Sky (4)

About a dozen soldiers used spades and shovels dug a little over a 'zhang' before finally they saw Ouyang Feng was standing inside the sand. This location was a few 'zhang's away from the tent. Although the sand was soft, yet by using his bare hands Ouyang Feng was able to dig underground just like a mole. It was a demonstration of a very strong internal energy, truly extraordinary. The soldiers were astounded but full of admiration; they lifted him up and laid him on the ground.

Lu Youjiao probed him for breath, but felt his chest was still warm; he ordered the soldiers to get some iron chain to tie him up, for fear that Ouyang Feng would create problem once he was awake. Who would have thought that when he was crawling in the sand Ouyang Feng was unable to excavate his way upward because of the horses, he feigned death, thinking he would escape later. He suspended his own breath, and did not see Lu Youjiao stood beside him. But as soon as Lu Youjiao shouted his order to take some chain, Ouyang Feng leaped up, gave a loud shout, and grabbed Lu Youjiao's main artery on his right hand.

It was a sudden change; a corpse went back to live. Everybody was shocked. Guo Jing rushed forward, his left hand pressed the 'tao dao' [pleasing talk] acupoint on Ouyang Feng's back, while his right hand attacked the 'ji zhong' [spine's central] acupoint on Ouyang Feng's waist. These two were two main acupoints on the back; if Ouyang Feng was not buried under the ground, half-dead, and was very tired, how could he let his main acupoints be sealed that easily?

Ouyang Feng was startled, he swung his hand backward trying to fend off, but his acupoints were numb. He realized Guo Jing did not use his full strength; otherwise his internal organs would be shaken. Moreover, his hands and feet were weak; even if Guo Jing did not seal his acupoints still he would not be Guo Jing's match. He was forced to let Lu Youjiao go and stood still.

"Mr. Ouyang," Guo Jing said, "May I ask did you see Miss Huang?"

"I saw her shadow, that's why I came looking for her," Ouyang Feng replied.

"Did you see her clearly?" Guo Jing pressed.

Ouyang Feng hatefully said, "If that sly little girl is not in this, I bet you wouldn't think of some clever trap like this."

Guo Jing was silent for half a day, then he finally said, "You can go. I spare your life." His right hand lightly waved, sending Ouyang Feng tumbled down a little over a 'zhang'. He was afraid if he freed him in close proximity, Ouyang Feng would suddenly execute a counterattack.

Ouyang Feng turned around and said coldly, "I've never used any weapon dealing with a junior; but you are secretly helped by that sly girl of yours. She is very crafty. What happened to me tonight was the proof. I will be back within ten days with my snake staff. You have seen the vipers with your own eyes. Just watch out." As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang Feng flew away.

As Guo Jing looked at his shadow swiftly disappearing into the dark towards the north a chill crept up his spine. Remembering the venomous snake staff and the exquisiteness of Ouyang Feng's stick technique very well; he could not refrain from feeling apprehensive. Although he had trained extensively in weaponry from the Six Freaks of Jiangnan, among those he had mastered none would be adequate to fight someone Ouyang Feng's caliber; while it certainly was not a good idea to face the snake staff with his bare hands.

He was at a loss for a while; lifting up his eyes toward the sky he saw white snow flakes floating down in the darkness. Not long after he returned to his tent the weather turned cold. His soldiers started bonfires and got their horses inside their tents to protect them against the bitter cold weather outside.

The Beggar Clan people did not have any fur coats with them; with the sudden change in temperature they were forced to circulate their internal energy to keep their bodies warm. Right away Guo Jing ordered his troops to slaughter some sheep and make some leather coats. They were not as good as the tanned leather coats, but they helped the beggars to fight the cold.

The next day the weather turned even colder; the snow on the ground had turned into ice. The Khoresm's army took advantage of this cold weather and made an attack; luckily Guo Jing had already anticipated this possibility. Using the 'flying dragon' formation they scored a big victory over the enemy; chasing them far into the night towards the snow-covered northern plains.

There was an ancient poem about the expedition to the west amidst a bitter cold weather: "The army general did not take out their golden armor at night. In the middle of the night the army set aside their spears, the wind blowing like a cutting knife. The sweats on the horses' mane rose up like steam in the snow, the five-petal flower pattern on the (money) coin felt like ice, inside the tent the liquid ink to write letters froze over."

Then there was another poem: "The soldiers and prisoners squeezed in the same station, the bones on the battlefield wrapped around the grassroots. Blowing wind like the blade of a sword sweeping wide, the horses' hoofs got away from the frozen sand and stone."

Guo Jing grew up in the northern desert, he was used to the bitter cold weather, but he remembered if Huang Rong were really in his army, she was raised in the south (Jiangnan), would she be able to withstand this bitter cold weather? His anxiety multiplied. The next several nights he roamed around the tents without alerting anybody; quietly investigate each and every tent, but not even Huang Rong's shadow was to be seen.

Returning to his command-center tent, he saw Lu Youjiao was supervising the soldiers to dig another hole. "This Ouyang Feng is sly and alert, first time he fell into the trap, how can he fall for the second time?" Guo Jing asked.

"He would certainly think that we are going to prepare some other trap, but he would not expect us to prepare the same trap," Lu Youjiao said, "It is called 'a void inside a solid, and solid in an emptiness,' an indiscernible combination of void and solid."

Guo Jing cast a glance toward him, he thought, "You said leading little beggars did not need to use any military strategy, but you remembered the content of the military strategy book very well."

Lu Youjiao continued, "But this man must have thought of a way to escape the sand piling on top of him, therefore, we must strive for a different method. We are going to use boiling water to soak him up."

Guo Jing saw dozens of soldiers preparing about twenty big iron pots outside his tent. The soldiers used hatchets to break the ice and feed them into the pots using shovels. "Won't he die of scalding?" Guo Jing asked.

"Sir had made an agreement with him that if he falls into your hands you will spare his life three times. But this time if he die from scalding, he won't die in your hands, even if you want to spare his life you are powerless, therefore, it can't be said that you break your promise," Lu Youjiao reasoned.

Not too long afterwards the hole was dug, the mouth was covered with a rug, and a light wooden chair was placed on it. Outside the tent the soldiers were busy adding fuel to the fire underneath the pots; the ice were slowly melting into water, but the weather was just too cold; the water on the surface was slowly turning back into ice. "More heat, more heat!" Lu Youjiao urged.