Chapter - 324 Shocking And Dreadful (8)

The Mongolian Sergeant was injured pretty badly and had to be carried to his horse.

Zhao Zhijing laughed, "Brother Zhen, after what we've been through today, we've really got to let off some steam once we're back."

Zhen Zhibing gave a grunt and looked on as the Mongolians left. After steadying their nerves, everyone in the restaurant brought food and wine to them and filled up a table.

The two of them ate for a while when suddenly Zhen Zhibing got up and raised his palm, sending the waiter who was serving him to the floor. The owner was alarmed and quickly walked forward and smiled, "This idiot doesn't know what he's doing, please don't get mad sir…" Before he finished, Zhen Zhibing had kicked out with his left leg and lightly kicked him to the floor.

Zhao Zhijing thought he had lost it and called, "Brother Zhen… you…"

Zhen Zhibing flipped a table and sent bowls and plates smashing to the floor before immediately sending another two waiters to the floor. He then sealed everyone's accupoints before bringing his hands together and said, "When the Mongolians come and see you in this state, they won't vent their anger on you, do you understand? You should add a few injuries here and there as well." He then unsealed everyone's accupoints.

They suddenly understood and thought is was a great plan. They then started to beat each other up and tear each other's clothes, eyes were blackened and noses were bruised. Not long after, the sounds of hoofs from many galloping horses could be heard on the street's pavement. Everyone in the restaurant fell to the floor and cried out, "No, please stop!" "Mercy…have mercy!" "Please sir, I beg you!"

The horses did indeed stop outside the restaurant. Four Mongolian soldiers entered and were followed by a tall skinny Tibetan monk and a short dark man. This dark man had both his legs removed and was supporting himself with crutches.

When the soldiers saw the state of the restaurant they frowned and shouted, "Hurry up and bring us some food, we're in a rush."

The owner was taken aback by this and thought, "So these guys are from another group. What am I going to do when those other soldiers get back?" Just as he was hesitating, some of the soldiers struck at his head with their horse whips. The owner took the blows and complied but struggled to get up. One of the other waiters served and set places for them.

The Tibetan monk was Jinlun Fawang; the short dark man was Nimoxing. That day, after both of them had fallen victim to the 'Soul Freezing Needles', the two of them struggled outside the cave and fell off a cliff. Luckily, the sides of the cliff had a large tree growing from it and Fawang managed to grab onto it just in time. Nimoxing was in a dazed state by now but he still clutched onto Fawang. Fawang took a look at his surroundings before he gathered his strength in his left arm and pushed; the two of them fell down towards the bushes at the bottom of the cliff. They rolled down a steep hill for around a hundred feet, only stopping once they'd reached the bottom of the valley. The two of them were scratched all over by thorns.

Fawang flipped over and used his minor grappling techniques on Nimoxing's arm and shouted, "Are you going to release me or not?"

In his dazed state, Nimoxing had no more strength to resist Fawang's pull; his left arm loosened but his right arm was still clutching onto the back of Fawang.

Fawang laughed coldly, "Your legs have contracted a lethal poison, why aren't you trying to save yourself and instead still trying to struggle with me?"

These two sentences made Nimoxing look down at his legs. His lower legs had swollen up badly, if he didn't do something about it soon, his life would be in danger. He clenched his teeth and took out the Iron Snake weapon from his waist and cut his lower legs off. Blood poured out copiously and he passed out. Fawang admired this steely behavior and now that he was a cripple and no longer a threat to him, he decided to help him. He sealed his knees' 'Crooked Spring' accupoints and his thigh's 'Five Li' accupoints to stop the bleeding. He then took out some medicine for external wounds and tore off Nimoxing's outer garment to bandage his legs.

A lot of Indian martial artists have practiced pain resisting arts such as sleeping on a bed of nails or sitting on a seat of knives. Nimoxing was well versed in such arts and as soon as his wounds stopped bleeding he awoke and sat up saying; "Good, since you've saved me, we'll forget all our past feuds."

Fawang showed a bitter smile, "Though you've lost your legs, the poison in your body has been cleansed, but I'm still in danger." So he sat down with his legs folded and circulated his chi, slowly forcing out the poison from his foot. It took him an exhausting two hours to force just a minute amount of the poison out.

The two of them rested in the remote valley for a few days. Fawang used his advanced internal energy to force the rest of the poison out and Nimoxing's wounds no longer bled. Nimoxing made two crutches from some tree branches and the two made their way out of the valley. They soon came across a group of Mongolian soldiers and they made their way back to Khubilai's camp. On the way back, they came across the same town that Zhen and Zhao were in.

When Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing saw Fawang, they looked at each other in shock. They both were present at the Heroes' Gathering at Da Xingguan and saw Fawang demonstrate his amazing martial arts. Both remembered when his disciples Da'erba and Huo Dou attacked the Chongyang Palace years ago; even some of the Quanzhen Masters found them difficult to contend with. They were filled with fear of this encounter. The two signaled to each other with their eyes and wanted to slip away.

That day at Da Xingguan there were hundreds or thousands of heroes attending the gathering, Zhao and Zhen may have recognized Fawang but Fawang did not recognize them. Though Fawang saw that the restaurant was in a rough state, but since it was during a time of war, this wasn't anything out of the ordinary. This fruitless attack on Xiangyang that ended with defeat was not going to be his greatest moment in front of Khubilai. All he was thinking about at the moment was how to cover it up; he didn't care about the Taoists who were eating their meal.

Just at this time, there was a commotion outside the restaurant, and group of Mongolian soldiers came bursting in. As soon as they saw Zhen and Zhao, they all roared and went forward to capture them. Zhen Zhibing saw that Fawang was sitting near the door, if they dashed out past him, most probably he would intervene so he said quietly, "Exit through the backdoor!" He pushed a table and bowls and plates, causing a sudden noise as they crashed to the floor. The two of them leapt back and ran towards the backdoor.

Just as he was about to make it to the backyard, Zhen Zhibing glanced over at Fawang and saw him holding a cup. Thinking to himself, "He's ignoring what was going on in the restaurant." He was delighted and thought, "He's not going to interfere." Suddenly, a black blur came at him; the short Western regions person had come and was waving his left hand, striking out at the heads of Zhen and Zhao with his crutch. Zhen Zhibing and Zhao Zhijing had never seen this person before, but seeing his swift movements and powerful attacks, they immediately lowered their shoulders and dodged to the side.