Chapter - 274 The Greater (13)

These sincere words moved Yang Guo. He saw that Guo Jing had a stern face on him and although Guo Jing was his father's murderer, Yang Guo couldn't help but feel respect for him. He replied, "Uncle Guo, after you've gone, I will definitely remember the words that you have said tonight."

How would Guo Jing know that Yang Guo was planning to assassinate him tonight? He stretched out his hand and stroked his hair and said, "Yes, bend your body to the task until your dying day. If our country perishes then your Uncle Guo's life will go along with it. I have heard that Khubilai is skilled in warfare; he retreated today but he will come back to attack again soon. There's definitely going to be a great battle in the upcoming days. It's going to be a spectacular battle. It's getting late, let's go to sleep."

Yang Guo replied, "Yes." He undressed himself for bed and hid the dagger from the Passionless Valley on him. He thought, "I'll wait until you're deep in your sleep and then stab you; even if your martial arts were a hundred times better, how could you avoid this attack?"

Guo Jing had fought in a great battle today and he immediately fell asleep. How could Yang Guo sleep with the thoughts that he had? He lay on the bed and listened to the breathing of Guo Jing. Every inhalation and exhalation was spaced out with an extremely long gap; he admired how profound Guo Jing's internal energy was.

Some time passed. It was silent everywhere with the exception of the noises from the guards. He sat up quietly and felt out the dagger from underneath his clothes. He thought, "I'll kill him first and then go kill Huang Rong. She's a pregnant woman, what can she do? Once I've killed them, I'll immediately go back to the Passionless Valley with Gu Gu to get the other half of the antidote. Once I've got the antidote, I will go back to the tomb with Gu Gu and enjoy the pleasures of life; who cares about whether this empire is Song or Mongol?"

He felt extremely pleased with himself as he thought about this; but suddenly he heard the crying of a baby from one of the neighboring residences. He then heard the mother of the baby comforting it; the baby gradually stopped crying and fell asleep.

Yang Guo's heart trembled and remembered the time when he saw a Mongolian soldier holding up his spear in midair with a baby hanging off the end of it; the baby had not died and was crying miserably. He thought, "It would be easy for me to kill Guo Jing now; but once he dies, it will be difficult to protect Xiangyang. This city has thousands and thousands of babies; won't they all be killed by the Mongolian soldiers for fun? My avenging of my father will lead to countless deaths, is this right?"

But then he thought, "If I don't kill him, how can I get the antidote from Qiu Qianchi? If I die, Gu Gu will not live on." Nothing in the world could compare to his love for Xiao Longnü and he made up his mind, "Fine, fine, who cares about the lives of Xiangyang; who cares about the Empire of the Song? When I was suffering, who cared about me apart from Gu Gu? The people of the world don't love me; why should I love the people of the world?" He raised the dagger and gathered all his strength into his right hand. He aimed for Guo Jing's chest.

The candlelight in the room had gone out long ago but Yang Guo had the ability to see things in the dark. When he was about to thrust the dagger, he glanced over at Guo Jing's face. There was a peaceful expression on his face and he was in a deep sleep; all the love that Guo Jing shown him when he was younger suddenly surfaced in his heart. How he treated him lovingly on the Peach Blossom Island; how he took him all the way to Mount Zhongnan to learn martial arts; how he betrothed his only daughter to him. He couldn't stop himself from thinking, "Uncle Guo is a straight and honest man; he is an extremely sincere and kind person; he cannot be the person who killed my father. Could it be that Sha Gu was confused and was talking rubbish? If this knife goes forward and kills an innocent man, I won't be able to redeem this with ten thousand deaths. I'll wait; I need to make sure."

He put away his dagger slowly and thought about all the things that had happened since he'd met the Guo couple; pondering over every single memory. He remembered how Huang Rong always felt uneasy with him around; there were many times when she and Guo Jing were talking about something but would immediately change the subject once she saw him. There was no question about it; the couple was keeping something from him. He continued thinking, "When Auntie Guo took me as a disciple, how come she only taught me to read and write and didn't teach me martial arts? Could it be that the reason why Uncle Guo treats me so well is because he's trying to make himself feel better about killing my father? But if he really did kill my father then how come he is not wary of me at all? He lets me sleep with him and gives me the chance to kill him with one stab of a knife. He was troubled as his thoughts went to and fro like the tides.

Though Guo Jing was sleeping, he noticed that Yang Guo's breathing was quickening and he opened his eyes. He asked, "Guo'er, what is it?"

Yang Guo trembled a little and said, "It's nothing."

Guo Jing laughed, "If you're not used to sleeping with someone, then I'll go and sleep on the table."

Yang Guo said quickly, "No, it's nothing important."

Guo Jing said, "Fine, just go to sleep. We martial artists need to make sure our states of mind are well rested."

Yang Guo replied, "Yes."

Another while passed. Yang Guo could not hold it in any longer and asked, "Uncle Guo, that year when you took me to Mount Zhongnan, I asked you a question at the Cow Head Monastery at the foot of Mount Zhongnan."

Guo Jing said, "What was it?"

Yang Guo said, "When I asked the question you became furious and smashed down on a stone obelisk; that was why you got all the trouble from the Quanzhen Taoists; do you remember what I asked?"

Guo Jing thought for a while and said, "Yes, I remember, that day you asked me how your father died."

Yang Guo stared at him and said, "No, I asked you who killed my father."

Guo Jing said, "How do you know that someone killed your father?"

Yang Guo choked, "Could it be that my father died just like that?"

Guo Jing stayed silent for a while before giving out a sigh and said, "It was no one's fault but his that he died like that."

Yang Guo sat up; he was extremely emotional and said, "You're lying! How can someone cause their own death? Even if my father killed himself, someone must have forced him to do it."

Guo Jing felt sad and tears rolled down from his eyes. He said slowly, "Guo'er, your grandfather and my father were very close; your father and I were sworn brothers. If your father was killed by someone don't you think I would have avenged his death?"

Yang Guo shook all over and he wanted to say, "You're the one who killed him, how can you avenge him?" But he knew that if he said this, Guo Jing would be wary of him and if that happened, it would be difficult to assassinate him. He nodded his head and stayed silent.