Chapter - 135 Exhausted From Travels (2)

Hong Qigong shouted, "You five scoundrels, your lifelines haven't reached their end today; it doesn't matter anyway since you can't do anymore harm, just crawl away. Remember to go and tell your Grand Master Jinlun Fawang to come to the central plains and find me so we can do a little sparring."

Ouyang Feng said, "With me too."

The Five Clowns of the Tibetan Border all agreed and limped away, supporting each other as they descended down from the peak.

Ouyang Feng flipped upright and stared at Hong Qi Gong and then shouted, "Hey, your kung fu is very good, what's your name."

After hearing this and seeing the confused look on his face, Hong Qigong knew that since he went mad over ten years ago, he hadn't recovered and so said, "I'm called Ouyang Feng, what's your name?"

Ouyang Feng's heart shook, he felt that the words 'Ouyang Feng' were very familiar but he couldn't remember what he was called, and he shook his head and said, "I don't know. Hey, what am I called?"

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "You don't even know your own name. Go home and think about it."

Ouyang Feng angrily said, "You must know, tell me."

Hong Qigong said, "Fine, you're called Smelly Toad."

The word 'Toad' was very familiar to Ouyang Feng, when he heard this it felt right, but there was also a feeling that it was wrong. He and Hong Qigong had been adversaries for tens of years; the hate had been etched deeply into his mind, although he didn't understand right now. Yet when he looked at him, Ouyang Feng felt aggravated.

Hong Qigong saw him standing there in a daze, a fierce glow was in his eyes. Hong Qigong secretly put his guard up, indeed he heard Ouyang Feng shout out and ruthlessly throw himself forward. He didn't dare hesitate and immediately used his "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms". The two fought in the wind and the slippery snow on a narrow path that was only about a foot wide; using their greatest skills with great effort in the battle. On one side was a two thousand foot deep chasm, just one little mistake and they would fall to their deaths; this was much more dangerous than fighting on flat, even ground. The two of them were now fairly old, though their vigor has lessened; their study of martial arts had reached an extremely pure level. The stances were pure and profound, so profound that everything was ingenious and masterly, only ten or so moves were exchanged. The two couldn't stop themselves from admiring each other.

Ouyang Feng said, "The Old Beggar is very lethal."

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "Smelly Toad is also terrific."

Yang Guo knew that the terrain was extremely dangerous, he was afraid that Ouyang Feng would fall down into the valley; but then he could see that Hong Qigong was in distress and hoped that he too would be safe. Ouyang Feng was his Godfather, he had deep feelings for him; nevertheless, Hong Qigong was gallant, he had the air of a great hero around him. As soon as he met him an impression was left in his heart. He had endured hunger, cold, extreme dangers in guarding Hong Qigong for three days and three nights. Although they didn't say a word to each other in the three days, in Yang Guo's mind, it was as if they both endured hundreds and hundreds of life threatening dangers together.

Tens of stances later, Yang Guo saw that the two's incomparably swift and powerful attacks had changed from dangerous to safe. He soon forgot about the safety of the two and concentrated on watching the masterly kung fu that was on display. The "Nine Yin Manual" is the peak of the world's martial arts, he only knew odd fragments of it; now he saw the two use the theories of the manual within their stances. He couldn't help himself from being shocked and surprised, he thought, "So even an ordinary sentence from the manual has so many ways to express its meaning."

Over a thousand stances passed, although the two had yet to use all their skills, their age was catching up with them. They felt they were getting out of breath and their hearts were beating faster, it was unavoidable that their arms and legs would get slower."

Yang Guo called out, "You two have been fighting for over half a day, you must be hungry, how about eating first and then carry on later?"

As soon as Hong Qigong heard the word 'eat' he immediately jumped back and said, "Great idea, great idea!"

Yang Guo had seen the fifth clown bring up cold food in a bamboo basket and had placed off to the side. He went to it and brought it over and opened the lid, he saw cold chicken and meat, white wine and cold rice; everything that was needed was there. Hong Qigong was delighted, he picked up a cold chicken and bit down with large bites hurriedly, eating noisily.

Yang Guo picked up some cold meat and passed it to Ouyang Feng and softly said, "Father, where have you been all this time?"

Ouyang Feng stared at him and said, "I've been searching for you."

Yang Guo's heart ached and thought, "There is someone on this world that actually loves me like this." He held his arm and said, "Father, you are Ouyang Feng. Senior Hong is a good person, don't fight him."

Ouyang Feng pointed to Hong Qigong and said, "He's Ouyang Feng, Ouyang Feng is a bad person." Yang Guo saw that his mind was confused and felt sad.

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "You're right, Ouyang Feng is a bad person, Ouyang Feng deserves to die."

Ouyang Feng looked at Hong Qigong and then at Yang Guo. He exhausted his strength trying to remember but his mind and memories were still scrambled.

Yang Guo fed Ouyang Feng some food and then stood up, he said to Hong Qigong, "Senior Hong, he is my Godfather. He has a severe mental illness, his mind is confused, please pity him and don't make it hard for him."

Hong Qigong heard this and nodded a few times, and said, "Young man, so he's your Godfather."

Who could have expected that Ouyang Feng would suddenly leap up and called out, "Ouyang Feng, we can't find a winner using our fists and kicks, we'll compete again using weapons."

Hong Qigong shook his head and said, "There's no need to compete, let's just say you win."

Ouyang Feng said, "What win or lose? I must kill you." He stretched out his hand and broke off a branch; he took off the twigs and leaves from the branch forming a staff. He attacked downwards at Hong Qigong's head. His snake staff was famous years ago, it was extremely lethal, although there wasn't a snake at the head of this staff, before the attack arrived, the wind produced was so strong that it made if difficult for Yang Guo to breathe. Yang Guo quickly dived out of the way. When he looked up at Hong Qigong, he saw him pick up a branch and used it as a short rod, the two battled again. Hong Qigong's "Dog Beating Stick Technique" has nothing like it in the world, but he doesn't use it casually; apart from this technique, he has many refined and ingenious rod stances and right now he was using them.

This heated battle was another spectacular fight like the last one with fists and kicks; the stick was like an elusive dragon, the staff like an efficacious dancing snake. It was like watching a rainbow traveling across the sky or a shooting star chasing after the moon, the fight held Yang Guo entranced as he watched.