Chapter - 480 Three Golden Needles (9)

Guo Xiang and her sister argued at the temple the other night and she said she would not attend the 'Heroes' Summit. Of course she was absent and was instead dining in her own room alone. She told the servant, "Sister is attending the 'Heroes' Summit while I'm here comfortably drinking wine. She may not be as happy as I am." Guo Jing and Huang Rong were occupied with strategies to defeat the enemy, how could they care about what their daughter was doing? Guo Jing did not even know her whereabouts nor bother to find out. Huang Rong asked around but knew her daughter's strange character so she could only laugh.

Many of the heroes present had great capacity for liquor and felt that the wine was excellent, their spirits were boosted and they displayed their martial skills. Huang Rong missed her daughter and told Guo Fu, "Go get your sister here to join in the fun. This kind of grand occasion occurs only once in a lifetime."

Guo Fu said, "No way am I going. Sister is unhappy now and is waiting for any opportunity to argue with me, I'm not going to bang my head against the wall."

Guo Polu said, "I'll get her here." He hurriedly left and walked towards her room.

After a short while Guo Polu returned alone; before he could say anything Guo Fu said, "Didn't I say she wouldn't come?"

Huang Rong saw her son's face was devoid of colour and asked, "What did she say?"

Guo Polu said, "She said she's hosting a mini 'Heroes' Summit in her room, so she won't be attending the major 'Heroes' Summit."

Huang Rong smiled, "Only your sister can think of such crazy things, leave her alone."

Guo Polu said, "But she has guests. Five males and two females are drinking inside Sister's room."

Huang Rong frowned and thought that this girl was getting more and more out of hand. How could a young girl invite men to her room to dine? Her 'Little Eastern Heretic' nickname was indeed fully deserved, but today there were many guests so she could not be punished and spoil the atmosphere. So she told Guo Fu, "Your brother is young and doesn't know how to entertain guests, you go. Invite your sister's friends to the banquet as well, so that we can get to know each other."

Guo Fu was curious to find out what sort of guests her sister had. She knew her sister did not bother about what was proper between males and females and enjoyed making friends with all kinds of people. She thought these people must be thugs or similar characters. When she heard her mother instruct her to do so, she immediately got up and went to Guo Xiang's room.

As she stood near the door, she heard Guo Xiang say, "Little Wooden Head, tell the kitchen to send another two pots of wine." 'Little Wooden Head' was a maid and Guo Xiang had given her the unusual nickname. The maid acknowledged the order. Then she heard Guo Xiang say again, "Tell the kitchen to cook another two goats' legs and 20 jin of beef." The maid replied affirmatively and exited the room. Then from the room came a rough voice saying, "Miss Guo is frank and straightforward, too bad I, Ren Chuzi, didn't know that before or I'd have been friends with you long ago." Guo Xiang laughed, "Becoming friends now is not too late."

Guo Fu frowned and looked through the window slit. She saw a short table in her sister's room and there were many wine cups on the table. The eight people were sitting on the floor and drinking merrily. There was a fat man facing her with his shirt exposing half his chest, showing his thick and black chest hair. On his left was a scholar with neat clothes and he was fanning himself lightly with his fan, appearing to be refined. His fan had a drawing of a ghost sticking out its tongue. On his left was a woman of about forty years old with a delicate face, but her face had around ten sword scars. Sitting opposite her was a tall and skinny camel-like man with a shiny golden head-dress and his mouth was biting into half a chicken and eating joyously. There were three whose backs were facing the window, so Guo Fu could not see their faces. She saw that two of them were white haired men while the other was a black-clad priestess. Guo Xiang was sitting in between them and her face was red like an apple, her eyes showed signs of her consuming liquor and she was talking merrily. Guo Fu thought they were so happy here, if she invited them to the banquet they looked like they would not go.

Then one of the white-haired men stood up and said, "Today's feast is almost over, on this lady's birthday, we shall come and drink again. This old man has a small gift; it might make the lady laugh." As he said that he took out a box and placed it on the table. The other old man said, "Bai Chaoxian, what are you giving her, let me see." He then flipped open the box and could not help but draw in his breath sharply, saying, "Ah, this is a thousand-year-old snow Ginseng, did you get it from the bottom of the river?" He placed it in his palm.

Guo Fu saw him holding a foot-long snowy white Ginseng, with its 'head', 'body' 'hands' and 'feet' all in place and showing a slight trace of red, indicating that it was a rare and exclusive Ginseng root.

The people all praised it and that old man was very proud; then he said, "This snow Ginseng can cure terminal diseases, neutralize hundreds of poisons; it's even said to be able to resurrect a person. This lady will live to be a hundred, so she doesn't have to use it. But on her 100th birthday, she just may need to take it so she can live for another 100 years." The people all clapped and praised him.

The fat Ren Chuzi took out a money box from his bosom and laughed, "This is a small toy, and hopefully it can amuse the lady." He opened the box and took out two metal-cast monks of around seven inches tall and activated a mechanism, causing the monks to exchange punches and kicks. The people all laughed as they watched this. The monks displayed strokes from Shaolin's Luo Han boxing, and exchanged dozens of moves before stopping, then standing at attention, which was the style of highly-skilled Shaolin monks.

The people all stopped laughing when they saw this and their faces changed colour. The scar-faced woman said, "Ren Chuzi, don't bring trouble to Miss Guo! This is the metal Luo Han from the Shaolin Temple, how could you steal them?"

Ren Chuzi laughed, "Heh-heh, even if I'm not afraid of the sky or the Earth, I wouldn't dare steal anything from the Shaolin Temple. This was given to me by Reverend Wuse of the Shaolin Temple's Luo Han Hall. The elder said when this lady celebrates her birthday, quickly go down to Xiangyang to wish her a happy birthday. Eh, this is my gift." He took off the inner lid from the box and took out a black jade bangle.

The black bangle looked dull and nothing special. Ren Chuzi then drew a thick-backed ghost-headed knife from his waist and chopped down on the bangle. The knife hit the bangle with a 'dang' sound and flew upwards, not even leaving a scratch on the bangle. The people all cheered, then the scholar, priestess, Head Camel and the woman all presented their gifts to Guo Xiang, all highlighting how unique their gifts were. Guo Xiang smiled happily as she received the gifts.

Guo Fu was more and more curious and surprised, so she headed back to the banquet hall and told everything to Huang Rong.