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Zhang Wuji came following her instruction; he bowed in respect to express his gratitude. The granny smiled and nodded; immediately she let them use her room, while she built another bed in the main room with a plank, padded with some straw, and spread out a woven straw mat on it.
As they entered the room, in a low voice Zhang Wuji said, "The old farmer watering his garden has an even higher martial art skill, did you see that?"
"Ah, I did not see that," Zhao Min replied.
Zhang Wuji said, "He was carrying buckets of manure mixture using a shoulder pole, and he walked very slowly, but surprisingly the two buckets were very steady. That is a sign of a very high internal energy skill."
"How is he compared with you?" Zhao Min asked.
Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Let me try it, and we'll see." He lifted her up and carried her on his shoulder just like someone carries something with a shoulder pole.
"Aiyo!" Zhao Min giggled, "You think I am a bucket of manure mixture?"
From outside the room the granny heard these two people were affectionately laughing and joking; any remnant of suspicions she previously had in her heart immediately vanished.
That evening, the two of them sat for dinner together with the old farmers, husband and wife. To their surprise, they had some chicken and meat dishes. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min deliberately made a show of pinching each other hands under the table, or bumping each other with their elbows, just like a pair of eloping lovers, or like honey mixed with oil, neither one was willing to part with the other even for a moment. At first they were just acting, but later it became quite natural for them to show affection to each other. The granny saw everything, but she simply smiled. It seemed like the old farmer did not see anything; he just looked down and ate his meal quietly.
After dinner, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min went into their room and bolted the door. After teasing each other on the dining table, part pretending and part real, they could not help but feel excited.
Zhao Min whispered, her pretty face blushing, "We are only pretending, we are not doing it for real."
Zhang Wuji embraced her in his bosom, kissed her mouth and replied in low voice, "If we are only pretending, how can we have a baby in two, three years, and return home so that your Father can see the baby?"
"Pei!" Zhao Min bashfully spat, "Turns out you were eavesdropping on the side and heard everything I said."
Although Zhang Wuji seemed unrestrained in talking and joking with Zhao Min, in his heart he always remembered that he was engaged to be married to Zhou Zhiruo. Although he hoped that he would live a happy live, he also hoped that after his marriage with Zhou Zhiruo he would be able to sort things out with Zhao Min. At this moment, with a warm and tender body in his embrace, he could not help but feel confused. But finally he restrained himself and only kissed her cherry lips and tender cheeks; and then he carried her to the bed, while he lied down on a wooden bench in front of the bed. He finally fell asleep after circulating his Jiu Yang Zhen Qi for twelve rounds along his entire body.
In the meantime, Zhao Min felt her face flush and her heart beat faster; she tossed and turned on the bed until deep into the night, unable to sleep at all. When she finally drifted off to sleep, suddenly, she heard footsteps from a distance. Someone was coming with great speed and had arrived at the door. She reached out to wake Zhang Wuji up. Coincidentally, Zhang Wuji had also heard the noise and was reaching out to wake her up; so two hands touched and they held each other tight.
They heard a clear and bright voice from the outside, "The virtuous husband and wife of the Du family, we meet again. Old friends come to visit in the night, we hope that we are not being rude"
After half a day, the granny replied from inside the hut, "Is it the 'Qinghai San Jian' [Qinghai (or Tsinghai – a province in western China) three swords]? From Chuanxi [western Sichuan] we, husband and wife, have exiled ourselves to this place, out of fear of your Yuzhen Guan [genuine jade Taoist monastery]. Our dispute was over a small misunderstanding, there is no deep animosity or a major offense between us. Why is it that after so many years Yuzhen Guan has not let it go and force us into hardship? As the saying goes, 'killing the man does not necessarily mean to snatch his land.'"
The man outside laughed and said, "If the two of you are really afraid, kowtow to us three times, then Yuzhen Guan will forget the past and forgive your previous offense."
With a creaking noise the wooden door opened. The granny said, "You are able to pursue to this place, your source of information is quick."
The full moon had just risen, its silver light flooding the earth. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min peeked from a crack on the wooden partition. They saw three Taoist priests wearing yellow crowns stand outside. The one in the middle was short and plump, the tip of his short beard was branched into two points.
"Will the virtuous husband and wife kowtow to apologize, or should we decide life and death with a pair of hooks and a spear?" the short Taoist priest asked.
The granny had not answered him yet when the deaf old man came out in big strides and stood in front of the door. With hands on his waist, he gave the three Taoist priests a cold look. The granny followed him out and stood by her husband's side.
The short-bearded priest said, "Why hasn't the Venerable Du uttered a single word? Do you think it's beneath your dignity to talk to the Qinghai Three Swords?"
"My humble husband is deaf," the granny said, "He could not hear anything you say."
"Ah," the short-bearded priest exclaimed, "Venerable Du's technique in listening to the wind to distinguish the secret projectile was Wulin's unique skill; how did he become deaf? Pity, it's a pity."
The priest next to him was even fatter than him. 'Swish' this priest unsheathed his sword and said, "Du Baidang, Yi Sanniang, are you sure you are not going to use any weapon?"
The granny, Yi Sanniang, replied, "Ma Daozhang [Taoist priest Ma], you are still this impatient? Shao Daozhang, we haven't seen each other for several years, the hair on your heads have turned gray. Hey, hey, you can't even let go of a small childish matter, why should we bother talking to you?"
Swiftly she raised both her hands. Bright rays of light flickered from her palms, as each palm held three short blades, less than half a foot each; so she had a total of six blades. The old man Du Baidang followed her lead; his palms also hold six short blades. He swiftly switched the blades in his left hand to his right and the ones in his right hand to his left. It was as if his fingers were crossing each other with matchless dexterity.
The three priests were startled. They had never seen this kind of weapon in the Wulin world. It looked like a flying dagger, but there was no such technique among the flying dagger users. Du Baidang's pair of hooks had shaken the Western Sichuan, while his wife, Yi Sanniang, was very adept at using a spear. But this time both husband and wife had unexpectedly discarded the weapons they had trained for dozens of years; so these twelve short blades must have extremely fierce and strange stances.
The fat priest raised his sword and he recited with deep veneration in his voice, "Three element-sword formation, heaven, earth and mankind [San Cai Jian Zhen Tian Di Ren]."
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Zhang Wuji came following her instruction; he bowed in respect to express his gratitude. The granny smiled and nodded; immediately she let them use her room, while she built another bed in the main room with a plank, padded with some straw, and spread out a woven straw mat on it.
As they entered the room, in a low voice Zhang Wuji said, "The old farmer watering his garden has an even higher martial art skill, did you see that?"
"Ah, I did not see that," Zhao Min replied.
Zhang Wuji said, "He was carrying buckets of manure mixture using a shoulder pole, and he walked very slowly, but surprisingly the two buckets were very steady. That is a sign of a very high internal energy skill."
"How is he compared with you?" Zhao Min asked.
Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Let me try it, and we'll see." He lifted her up and carried her on his shoulder just like someone carries something with a shoulder pole.
"Aiyo!" Zhao Min giggled, "You think I am a bucket of manure mixture?"
From outside the room the granny heard these two people were affectionately laughing and joking; any remnant of suspicions she previously had in her heart immediately vanished.
That evening, the two of them sat for dinner together with the old farmers, husband and wife. To their surprise, they had some chicken and meat dishes. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min deliberately made a show of pinching each other hands under the table, or bumping each other with their elbows, just like a pair of eloping lovers, or like honey mixed with oil, neither one was willing to part with the other even for a moment. At first they were just acting, but later it became quite natural for them to show affection to each other. The granny saw everything, but she simply smiled. It seemed like the old farmer did not see anything; he just looked down and ate his meal quietly.
After dinner, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min went into their room and bolted the door. After teasing each other on the dining table, part pretending and part real, they could not help but feel excited.
Zhao Min whispered, her pretty face blushing, "We are only pretending, we are not doing it for real."
Zhang Wuji embraced her in his bosom, kissed her mouth and replied in low voice, "If we are only pretending, how can we have a baby in two, three years, and return home so that your Father can see the baby?"
"Pei!" Zhao Min bashfully spat, "Turns out you were eavesdropping on the side and heard everything I said."
Although Zhang Wuji seemed unrestrained in talking and joking with Zhao Min, in his heart he always remembered that he was engaged to be married to Zhou Zhiruo. Although he hoped that he would live a happy live, he also hoped that after his marriage with Zhou Zhiruo he would be able to sort things out with Zhao Min. At this moment, with a warm and tender body in his embrace, he could not help but feel confused. But finally he restrained himself and only kissed her cherry lips and tender cheeks; and then he carried her to the bed, while he lied down on a wooden bench in front of the bed. He finally fell asleep after circulating his Jiu Yang Zhen Qi for twelve rounds along his entire body.
In the meantime, Zhao Min felt her face flush and her heart beat faster; she tossed and turned on the bed until deep into the night, unable to sleep at all. When she finally drifted off to sleep, suddenly, she heard footsteps from a distance. Someone was coming with great speed and had arrived at the door. She reached out to wake Zhang Wuji up. Coincidentally, Zhang Wuji had also heard the noise and was reaching out to wake her up; so two hands touched and they held each other tight.
They heard a clear and bright voice from the outside, "The virtuous husband and wife of the Du family, we meet again. Old friends come to visit in the night, we hope that we are not being rude"
After half a day, the granny replied from inside the hut, "Is it the 'Qinghai San Jian' [Qinghai (or Tsinghai – a province in western China) three swords]? From Chuanxi [western Sichuan] we, husband and wife, have exiled ourselves to this place, out of fear of your Yuzhen Guan [genuine jade Taoist monastery]. Our dispute was over a small misunderstanding, there is no deep animosity or a major offense between us. Why is it that after so many years Yuzhen Guan has not let it go and force us into hardship? As the saying goes, 'killing the man does not necessarily mean to snatch his land.'"
The man outside laughed and said, "If the two of you are really afraid, kowtow to us three times, then Yuzhen Guan will forget the past and forgive your previous offense."
With a creaking noise the wooden door opened. The granny said, "You are able to pursue to this place, your source of information is quick."
The full moon had just risen, its silver light flooding the earth. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min peeked from a crack on the wooden partition. They saw three Taoist priests wearing yellow crowns stand outside. The one in the middle was short and plump, the tip of his short beard was branched into two points.
"Will the virtuous husband and wife kowtow to apologize, or should we decide life and death with a pair of hooks and a spear?" the short Taoist priest asked.
The granny had not answered him yet when the deaf old man came out in big strides and stood in front of the door. With hands on his waist, he gave the three Taoist priests a cold look. The granny followed him out and stood by her husband's side.
The short-bearded priest said, "Why hasn't the Venerable Du uttered a single word? Do you think it's beneath your dignity to talk to the Qinghai Three Swords?"
"My humble husband is deaf," the granny said, "He could not hear anything you say."
"Ah," the short-bearded priest exclaimed, "Venerable Du's technique in listening to the wind to distinguish the secret projectile was Wulin's unique skill; how did he become deaf? Pity, it's a pity."
The priest next to him was even fatter than him. 'Swish' this priest unsheathed his sword and said, "Du Baidang, Yi Sanniang, are you sure you are not going to use any weapon?"
The granny, Yi Sanniang, replied, "Ma Daozhang [Taoist priest Ma], you are still this impatient? Shao Daozhang, we haven't seen each other for several years, the hair on your heads have turned gray. Hey, hey, you can't even let go of a small childish matter, why should we bother talking to you?"
Swiftly she raised both her hands. Bright rays of light flickered from her palms, as each palm held three short blades, less than half a foot each; so she had a total of six blades. The old man Du Baidang followed her lead; his palms also hold six short blades. He swiftly switched the blades in his left hand to his right and the ones in his right hand to his left. It was as if his fingers were crossing each other with matchless dexterity.
The three priests were startled. They had never seen this kind of weapon in the Wulin world. It looked like a flying dagger, but there was no such technique among the flying dagger users. Du Baidang's pair of hooks had shaken the Western Sichuan, while his wife, Yi Sanniang, was very adept at using a spear. But this time both husband and wife had unexpectedly discarded the weapons they had trained for dozens of years; so these twelve short blades must have extremely fierce and strange stances.
The fat priest raised his sword and he recited with deep veneration in his voice, "Three element-sword formation, heaven, earth and mankind [San Cai Jian Zhen Tian Di Ren]."
Zhang Wuji came following her instruction; he bowed in respect to express his gratitude. The granny smiled and nodded; immediately she let them use her room, while she built another bed in the main room with a plank, padded with some straw, and spread out a woven straw mat on it.As they entered the room, in a low voice Zhang Wuji said, "The old farmer watering his garden has an even higher martial art skill, did you see that?""Ah, I did not see that," Zhao Min replied.Zhang Wuji said, "He was carrying buckets of manure mixture using a shoulder pole, and he walked very slowly, but surprisingly the two buckets were very steady. That is a sign of a very high internal energy skill.""How is he compared with you?" Zhao Min asked.Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Let me try it, and we'll see." He lifted her up and carried her on his shoulder just like someone carries something with a shoulder pole."Aiyo!" Zhao Min giggled, "You think I am a bucket of manure mixture?"From outside the room the granny heard these two people were affectionately laughing and joking; any remnant of suspicions she previously had in her heart immediately vanished.That evening, the two of them sat for dinner together with the old farmers, husband and wife. To their surprise, they had some chicken and meat dishes. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min deliberately made a show of pinching each other hands under the table, or bumping each other with their elbows, just like a pair of eloping lovers, or like honey mixed with oil, neither one was willing to part with the other even for a moment. At first they were just acting, but later it became quite natural for them to show affection to each other. The granny saw everything, but she simply smiled. It seemed like the old farmer did not see anything; he just looked down and ate his meal quietly.After dinner, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min went into their room and bolted the door. After teasing each other on the dining table, part pretending and part real, they could not help but feel excited.Zhao Min whispered, her pretty face blushing, "We are only pretending, we are not doing it for real."Zhang Wuji embraced her in his bosom, kissed her mouth and replied in low voice, "If we are only pretending, how can we have a baby in two, three years, and return home so that your Father can see the baby?""Pei!" Zhao Min bashfully spat, "Turns out you were eavesdropping on the side and heard everything I said."Although Zhang Wuji seemed unrestrained in talking and joking with Zhao Min, in his heart he always remembered that he was engaged to be married to Zhou Zhiruo. Although he hoped that he would live a happy live, he also hoped that after his marriage with Zhou Zhiruo he would be able to sort things out with Zhao Min. At this moment, with a warm and tender body in his embrace, he could not help but feel confused. But finally he restrained himself and only kissed her cherry lips and tender cheeks; and then he carried her to the bed, while he lied down on a wooden bench in front of the bed. He finally fell asleep after circulating his Jiu Yang Zhen Qi for twelve rounds along his entire body.In the meantime, Zhao Min felt her face flush and her heart beat faster; she tossed and turned on the bed until deep into the night, unable to sleep at all. When she finally drifted off to sleep, suddenly, she heard footsteps from a distance. Someone was coming with great speed and had arrived at the door. She reached out to wake Zhang Wuji up. Coincidentally, Zhang Wuji had also heard the noise and was reaching out to wake her up; so two hands touched and they held each other tight.They heard a clear and bright voice from the outside, "The virtuous husband and wife of the Du family, we meet again. Old friends come to visit in the night, we hope that we are not being rude"After half a day, the granny replied from inside the hut, "Is it the 'Qinghai San Jian' Qinghai or Tsinghai a province in western China three swords? From Chuanxi western Sichuan we, husband and wife, have exiled ourselves to this place, out of fear of your Yuzhen Guan genuine jade Taoist monastery. Our dispute was over a small misunderstanding, there is no deep animosity or a major offense between us. Why is it that after so many years Yuzhen Guan has not let it go and force us into hardship? As the saying goes, 'killing the man does not necessarily mean to snatch his land.'"The man outside laughed and said, "If the two of you are really afraid, kowtow to us three times, then Yuzhen Guan will forget the past and forgive your previous offense."With a creaking noise the wooden door opened. The granny said, "You are able to pursue to this place, your source of information is quick."The full moon had just risen, its silver light flooding the earth. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min peeked from a crack on the wooden partition. They saw three Taoist priests wearing yellow crowns stand outside. The one in the middle was short and plump, the tip of his short beard was branched into two points."Will the virtuous husband and wife kowtow to apologize, or should we decide life and death with a pair of hooks and a spear?" the short Taoist priest asked.The granny had not answered him yet when the deaf old man came out in big strides and stood in front of the door. With hands on his waist, he gave the three Taoist priests a cold look. The granny followed him out and stood by her husband's side.The short-bearded priest said, "Why hasn't the Venerable Du uttered a single word? Do you think it's beneath your dignity to talk to the Qinghai Three Swords?""My humble husband is deaf," the granny said, "He could not hear anything you say.""Ah," the short-bearded priest exclaimed, "Venerable Du's technique in listening to the wind to distinguish the secret projectile was Wulin's unique skill; how did he become deaf? Pity, it's a pity."The priest next to him was even fatter than him. 'Swish' this priest unsheathed his sword and said, "Du Baidang, Yi Sanniang, are you sure you are not going to use any weapon?"The granny, Yi Sanniang, replied, "Ma Daozhang Taoist priest Ma, you are still this impatient? Shao Daozhang, we haven't seen each other for several years, the hair on your heads have turned gray. Hey, hey, you can't even let go of a small childish matter, why should we bother talking to you?"Swiftly she raised both her hands. Bright rays of light flickered from her palms, as each palm held three short blades, less than half a foot each; so she had a total of six blades. The old man Du Baidang followed her lead; his palms also hold six short blades. He swiftly switched the blades in his left hand to his right and the ones in his right hand to his left. It was as if his fingers were crossing each other with matchless dexterity.The three priests were startled. They had never seen this kind of weapon in the Wulin world. It looked like a flying dagger, but there was no such technique among the flying dagger users. Du Baidang's pair of hooks had shaken the Western Sichuan, while his wife, Yi Sanniang, was very adept at using a spear. But this time both husband and wife had unexpectedly discarded the weapons they had trained for dozens of years; so these twelve short blades must have extremely fierce and strange stances.The fat priest raised his sword and he recited with deep veneration in his voice, "Three element-sword formation, heaven, earth and mankind San Cai Jian Zhen Tian Di Ren."
