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Zhang Wuji thought, "Zhiruo must have married Song Shige against her heart. Wasn't she so kind and loving toward me when we were stranded on that desolate island over the sea? The two of us have pledged our undying love and taken an oath not to fail the other. The words are still ringing in our ears, how can we destroy our own oath? It's all because I have done her wrong. On the day we were about to bow to the Heaven and the Earth, in the presence of guests filling the wedding hall, I fled with Min Mei. Zhiruo is a Zhangmen of a Sect; she is worth a thousand gold, and I have disgraced her that bad. Is it any wonder that she is that angry and full of resentments toward me? Today the Emei Pai is going against the tide, and it is all because of me."
The more he thought, the more restless he was. Leaving his own wooden shelter, he walked toward the Emei Pai's shelter. "Zhiruo, in everything, I have done you wrong," he said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Song Shige has killed Mo Qishu; ultimately we must resolve this matter. I say, let Song Shige return to Wudang with Yu Erbo and Yin Liushu; let Song Dabo decide on how he has to pay for his crime."
"Zhang Jiaozu," Zhou Zhiruo coldly laughed, "At first I thought you were a real man, only a little bit muddle-headed; to my surprise, turns out that you are a lowly man. A real man will bear the consequences of what he has done. You have killed Mo Qi Xia; why do you put the blame on my husband's head?"
Zhang Wuji was shocked. "You … you said I killed Mo Qishu?" he stammered, "I … how can there be such thing?"
Zhou Zhiruo said, "The murder of Mo Qi Xia was arranged under the scheming of the imperial household's Ruyang Junzhu. Why don't you tell her to come out and confront her directly in front of the world's heroes?"
Zhang Wuji thought, "Min Mei has offended the Six Major Sects. I am afraid she has more enemies than Yifu. How can I have her make an appearance here? Zhiruo deliberately brought this point up to put Min Mei and me in danger. Ay, a thousand errors, ten thousand blunders, I should have not left her on our wedding day."
Biting his own lower lip, he turned around and walked away. Suddenly someone from the Emei Pai crowd shouted, "I am surprised that Zhang Jiaozhu of the Ming Cult is such a despicable coward. Seeing the fierceness of our thunderbolt bullet, he ran away with his tail between his legs."
Zhang Wuji halted his steps, but did not turn his head. "I don't need to see who was talking," he mused, "Whatever insult the Emei Pai people hurl at me, I deserve the punishment."
The jeering and mocking behind him was getting louder, yet Zhang Wuji ignored them all and walked straight to the Ming Cult's wooden shelter.
Yang Xiao let out a cold laugh and said, "The thunderbolt bullet is such an insignificant thing; it's not even worth mentioning. Since it was useless against Wudang's Second Hero, it is also useless against Wudang's direct descendant Zhang Jiaozhu. You, Emei Pai people, are boasting on your special apparatus. Let's see what you can do against our Ming Cult's special apparatus."
As soon as he waved his left hand, a boy dressed in white came forward carrying a small wooden tray on his hands. There were more than a dozen small flags of five different colors inserted on the tray. Yang Xiao grabbed a white flag and tossed it to the center of the field. The flag fell down with its pole sticking out of the ground. The crowd of heroes could see that the flagpole was not even two feet long. The Ming Cult's flaming fire insignia was embroidered on the flag. The crowd wondered what kind of a trick Yang Xiao was playing.
At this moment, someone behind Yang Xiao launched a rocket, which flew fast to the sky, and dispersed white smoke in the air.
Footsteps were heard as a team of Ming Cult disciples, with white cloths wrapped around their heads, rushed to the field. There were altogether five hundred men; they all bent their bows and 'Swish! Swish!' Five hundred arrows made a neat circle around the white flag. Then the team arranged themselves in a circle formation. They were the Rui Jin [acute metal] Flag under the command of Wu Jingcao.
The crowd broke into cheers and applause. Each one of the Rui Jin Flag grabbed a javelin from his back. They rushed a dozen of steps forward, and hurled the javelins. Five hundred javelins made a neat fence inside the circle of arrows. Then they rushed another dozen of steps forward, and drew the short hatchets from their waists. The crowd of heroes saw flickering rays of light as five hundred short hatchets whizzed through the air and landed neatly in a circle on the ground. The short hatchets, the javelins and the arrows formed three concentric rings, with no weapon touching another. Even if one's martial art skills were as high as the sky, under these 1,500 long and short weapons' converging attack, one would definitely become minced meat.
The Rui Jin Flag suffered an extremely heavy loss when fought a fierce battle against the Emei Pai in the western region. Even their flag leader, Zhuang Zheng, died under Miejue Shitai's Yitian Sword. Later, learning from this painful experience, they developed this battle formation to destroy even the enemy's strongest defense. During the last several years, the Ming Cult's prestige rapidly rose up; the Five-Element Flags also grew at a tremendous rate. The Rui Jin Flag now had more than twenty thousand men under its banner. This team of five hundred men with javelins, hatchets and arrows was handpicked from among the twenty-thousand members. Their martial art skills were not weak to begin with and after undergoing a rigorous training under the direction of the masters within the Ming Cult, they became a squadron of fighting force, which could be used to support the Ming Cult army in the battlefield or could be deployed as an elite squad in special assignments.
As they watched this demonstration, the crowd of heroes' faces changed; they thought, 'Wherever Ming Cult's Yang Zuoshi tosses the white flag, these one thousand five hundred weapons will also follow. Although Emei Pai's thunderbolt bullets are fierce, their destroying capability is limited; when they shoot ten bullets, even if each one of them hit the target, they could at most harm only ten people. How can they match the Ming Cult's Rui Jin Flag?" They also thought, "If the Ming Cult suddenly turned hostile and wanted to destroy us, then what? Although the attendees of this great assembly today are all martial art masters, we are actually no more than a mob; certainly we are no match for the refined formation of Rui Jin Flag who are well-trained for a long time and can move together as one unit."
Although their hearts were full of disconcerting thoughts, the crowd of heroes could not help but cheer at the amazing display of the Rui Jin Flag's special skill.
Yang Xiao lifted the white flag in his hand and waved it several times behind his back. The five hundred Rui Jin Flag men pulled out their feathered arrows, javelins and hatchets, walked toward the Ming Cult's wooden shelter, bowed in respect to Zhang Wuji, and then turned around and left the field.
Yang Xiao took a dark green flag and tossed it next to the white flag. Again, heavy footsteps were heard as five hundred Ju Mu [gigantic wood] Flag people, with dark green cloth wrapped around their heads, walked quickly into the field. Every ten men carried a large wooden log. The gigantic logs weighed around a thousand 'jin' [catty, 1 catty is approximately 0.5kg] each. Each log was fitted with iron hooks. Each man pulled one iron hook. They marched in even steps.
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Zhang Wuji thought, "Zhiruo must have married Song Shige against her heart. Wasn't she so kind and loving toward me when we were stranded on that desolate island over the sea? The two of us have pledged our undying love and taken an oath not to fail the other. The words are still ringing in our ears, how can we destroy our own oath? It's all because I have done her wrong. On the day we were about to bow to the Heaven and the Earth, in the presence of guests filling the wedding hall, I fled with Min Mei. Zhiruo is a Zhangmen of a Sect; she is worth a thousand gold, and I have disgraced her that bad. Is it any wonder that she is that angry and full of resentments toward me? Today the Emei Pai is going against the tide, and it is all because of me."
The more he thought, the more restless he was. Leaving his own wooden shelter, he walked toward the Emei Pai's shelter. "Zhiruo, in everything, I have done you wrong," he said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Song Shige has killed Mo Qishu; ultimately we must resolve this matter. I say, let Song Shige return to Wudang with Yu Erbo and Yin Liushu; let Song Dabo decide on how he has to pay for his crime."
"Zhang Jiaozu," Zhou Zhiruo coldly laughed, "At first I thought you were a real man, only a little bit muddle-headed; to my surprise, turns out that you are a lowly man. A real man will bear the consequences of what he has done. You have killed Mo Qi Xia; why do you put the blame on my husband's head?"
Zhang Wuji was shocked. "You … you said I killed Mo Qishu?" he stammered, "I … how can there be such thing?"
Zhou Zhiruo said, "The murder of Mo Qi Xia was arranged under the scheming of the imperial household's Ruyang Junzhu. Why don't you tell her to come out and confront her directly in front of the world's heroes?"
Zhang Wuji thought, "Min Mei has offended the Six Major Sects. I am afraid she has more enemies than Yifu. How can I have her make an appearance here? Zhiruo deliberately brought this point up to put Min Mei and me in danger. Ay, a thousand errors, ten thousand blunders, I should have not left her on our wedding day."
Biting his own lower lip, he turned around and walked away. Suddenly someone from the Emei Pai crowd shouted, "I am surprised that Zhang Jiaozhu of the Ming Cult is such a despicable coward. Seeing the fierceness of our thunderbolt bullet, he ran away with his tail between his legs."
Zhang Wuji halted his steps, but did not turn his head. "I don't need to see who was talking," he mused, "Whatever insult the Emei Pai people hurl at me, I deserve the punishment."
The jeering and mocking behind him was getting louder, yet Zhang Wuji ignored them all and walked straight to the Ming Cult's wooden shelter.
Yang Xiao let out a cold laugh and said, "The thunderbolt bullet is such an insignificant thing; it's not even worth mentioning. Since it was useless against Wudang's Second Hero, it is also useless against Wudang's direct descendant Zhang Jiaozhu. You, Emei Pai people, are boasting on your special apparatus. Let's see what you can do against our Ming Cult's special apparatus."
As soon as he waved his left hand, a boy dressed in white came forward carrying a small wooden tray on his hands. There were more than a dozen small flags of five different colors inserted on the tray. Yang Xiao grabbed a white flag and tossed it to the center of the field. The flag fell down with its pole sticking out of the ground. The crowd of heroes could see that the flagpole was not even two feet long. The Ming Cult's flaming fire insignia was embroidered on the flag. The crowd wondered what kind of a trick Yang Xiao was playing.
At this moment, someone behind Yang Xiao launched a rocket, which flew fast to the sky, and dispersed white smoke in the air.
Footsteps were heard as a team of Ming Cult disciples, with white cloths wrapped around their heads, rushed to the field. There were altogether five hundred men; they all bent their bows and 'Swish! Swish!' Five hundred arrows made a neat circle around the white flag. Then the team arranged themselves in a circle formation. They were the Rui Jin [acute metal] Flag under the command of Wu Jingcao.
The crowd broke into cheers and applause. Each one of the Rui Jin Flag grabbed a javelin from his back. They rushed a dozen of steps forward, and hurled the javelins. Five hundred javelins made a neat fence inside the circle of arrows. Then they rushed another dozen of steps forward, and drew the short hatchets from their waists. The crowd of heroes saw flickering rays of light as five hundred short hatchets whizzed through the air and landed neatly in a circle on the ground. The short hatchets, the javelins and the arrows formed three concentric rings, with no weapon touching another. Even if one's martial art skills were as high as the sky, under these 1,500 long and short weapons' converging attack, one would definitely become minced meat.
The Rui Jin Flag suffered an extremely heavy loss when fought a fierce battle against the Emei Pai in the western region. Even their flag leader, Zhuang Zheng, died under Miejue Shitai's Yitian Sword. Later, learning from this painful experience, they developed this battle formation to destroy even the enemy's strongest defense. During the last several years, the Ming Cult's prestige rapidly rose up; the Five-Element Flags also grew at a tremendous rate. The Rui Jin Flag now had more than twenty thousand men under its banner. This team of five hundred men with javelins, hatchets and arrows was handpicked from among the twenty-thousand members. Their martial art skills were not weak to begin with and after undergoing a rigorous training under the direction of the masters within the Ming Cult, they became a squadron of fighting force, which could be used to support the Ming Cult army in the battlefield or could be deployed as an elite squad in special assignments.
As they watched this demonstration, the crowd of heroes' faces changed; they thought, 'Wherever Ming Cult's Yang Zuoshi tosses the white flag, these one thousand five hundred weapons will also follow. Although Emei Pai's thunderbolt bullets are fierce, their destroying capability is limited; when they shoot ten bullets, even if each one of them hit the target, they could at most harm only ten people. How can they match the Ming Cult's Rui Jin Flag?" They also thought, "If the Ming Cult suddenly turned hostile and wanted to destroy us, then what? Although the attendees of this great assembly today are all martial art masters, we are actually no more than a mob; certainly we are no match for the refined formation of Rui Jin Flag who are well-trained for a long time and can move together as one unit."
Although their hearts were full of disconcerting thoughts, the crowd of heroes could not help but cheer at the amazing display of the Rui Jin Flag's special skill.
Yang Xiao lifted the white flag in his hand and waved it several times behind his back. The five hundred Rui Jin Flag men pulled out their feathered arrows, javelins and hatchets, walked toward the Ming Cult's wooden shelter, bowed in respect to Zhang Wuji, and then turned around and left the field.
Yang Xiao took a dark green flag and tossed it next to the white flag. Again, heavy footsteps were heard as five hundred Ju Mu [gigantic wood] Flag people, with dark green cloth wrapped around their heads, walked quickly into the field. Every ten men carried a large wooden log. The gigantic logs weighed around a thousand 'jin' [catty, 1 catty is approximately 0.5kg] each. Each log was fitted with iron hooks. Each man pulled one iron hook. They marched in even steps.
Zhang Wuji thought, "Zhiruo must have married Song Shige against her heart. Wasn't she so kind and loving toward me when we were stranded on that desolate island over the sea? The two of us have pledged our undying love and taken an oath not to fail the other. The words are still ringing in our ears, how can we destroy our own oath? It's all because I have done her wrong. On the day we were about to bow to the Heaven and the Earth, in the presence of guests filling the wedding hall, I fled with Min Mei. Zhiruo is a Zhangmen of a Sect; she is worth a thousand gold, and I have disgraced her that bad. Is it any wonder that she is that angry and full of resentments toward me? Today the Emei Pai is going against the tide, and it is all because of me."The more he thought, the more restless he was. Leaving his own wooden shelter, he walked toward the Emei Pai's shelter. "Zhiruo, in everything, I have done you wrong," he said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Song Shige has killed Mo Qishu; ultimately we must resolve this matter. I say, let Song Shige return to Wudang with Yu Erbo and Yin Liushu; let Song Dabo decide on how he has to pay for his crime.""Zhang Jiaozu," Zhou Zhiruo coldly laughed, "At first I thought you were a real man, only a little bit muddle-headed; to my surprise, turns out that you are a lowly man. A real man will bear the consequences of what he has done. You have killed Mo Qi Xia; why do you put the blame on my husband's head?"Zhang Wuji was shocked. "You you said I killed Mo Qishu?" he stammered, "I how can there be such thing?"Zhou Zhiruo said, "The murder of Mo Qi Xia was arranged under the scheming of the imperial household's Ruyang Junzhu. Why don't you tell her to come out and confront her directly in front of the world's heroes?"Zhang Wuji thought, "Min Mei has offended the Six Major Sects. I am afraid she has more enemies than Yifu. How can I have her make an appearance here? Zhiruo deliberately brought this point up to put Min Mei and me in danger. Ay, a thousand errors, ten thousand blunders, I should have not left her on our wedding day."Biting his own lower lip, he turned around and walked away. Suddenly someone from the Emei Pai crowd shouted, "I am surprised that Zhang Jiaozhu of the Ming Cult is such a despicable coward. Seeing the fierceness of our thunderbolt bullet, he ran away with his tail between his legs."Zhang Wuji halted his steps, but did not turn his head. "I don't need to see who was talking," he mused, "Whatever insult the Emei Pai people hurl at me, I deserve the punishment."The jeering and mocking behind him was getting louder, yet Zhang Wuji ignored them all and walked straight to the Ming Cult's wooden shelter.Yang Xiao let out a cold laugh and said, "The thunderbolt bullet is such an insignificant thing; it's not even worth mentioning. Since it was useless against Wudang's Second Hero, it is also useless against Wudang's direct descendant Zhang Jiaozhu. You, Emei Pai people, are boasting on your special apparatus. Let's see what you can do against our Ming Cult's special apparatus."As soon as he waved his left hand, a boy dressed in white came forward carrying a small wooden tray on his hands. There were more than a dozen small flags of five different colors inserted on the tray. Yang Xiao grabbed a white flag and tossed it to the center of the field. The flag fell down with its pole sticking out of the ground. The crowd of heroes could see that the flagpole was not even two feet long. The Ming Cult's flaming fire insignia was embroidered on the flag. The crowd wondered what kind of a trick Yang Xiao was playing.At this moment, someone behind Yang Xiao launched a rocket, which flew fast to the sky, and dispersed white smoke in the air.Footsteps were heard as a team of Ming Cult disciples, with white cloths wrapped around their heads, rushed to the field. There were altogether five hundred men; they all bent their bows and 'Swish! Swish!' Five hundred arrows made a neat circle around the white flag. Then the team arranged themselves in a circle formation. They were the Rui Jin acute metal Flag under the command of Wu Jingcao.The crowd broke into cheers and applause. Each one of the Rui Jin Flag grabbed a javelin from his back. They rushed a dozen of steps forward, and hurled the javelins. Five hundred javelins made a neat fence inside the circle of arrows. Then they rushed another dozen of steps forward, and drew the short hatchets from their waists. The crowd of heroes saw flickering rays of light as five hundred short hatchets whizzed through the air and landed neatly in a circle on the ground. The short hatchets, the javelins and the arrows formed three concentric rings, with no weapon touching another. Even if one's martial art skills were as high as the sky, under these 1,500 long and short weapons' converging attack, one would definitely become minced meat.The Rui Jin Flag suffered an extremely heavy loss when fought a fierce battle against the Emei Pai in the western region. Even their flag leader, Zhuang Zheng, died under Miejue Shitai's Yitian Sword. Later, learning from this painful experience, they developed this battle formation to destroy even the enemy's strongest defense. During the last several years, the Ming Cult's prestige rapidly rose up; the Five-Element Flags also grew at a tremendous rate. The Rui Jin Flag now had more than twenty thousand men under its banner. This team of five hundred men with javelins, hatchets and arrows was handpicked from among the twenty-thousand members. Their martial art skills were not weak to begin with and after undergoing a rigorous training under the direction of the masters within the Ming Cult, they became a squadron of fighting force, which could be used to support the Ming Cult army in the battlefield or could be deployed as an elite squad in special assignments.As they watched this demonstration, the crowd of heroes' faces changed; they thought, 'Wherever Ming Cult's Yang Zuoshi tosses the white flag, these one thousand five hundred weapons will also follow. Although Emei Pai's thunderbolt bullets are fierce, their destroying capability is limited; when they shoot ten bullets, even if each one of them hit the target, they could at most harm only ten people. How can they match the Ming Cult's Rui Jin Flag?" They also thought, "If the Ming Cult suddenly turned hostile and wanted to destroy us, then what? Although the attendees of this great assembly today are all martial art masters, we are actually no more than a mob; certainly we are no match for the refined formation of Rui Jin Flag who are well-trained for a long time and can move together as one unit."Although their hearts were full of disconcerting thoughts, the crowd of heroes could not help but cheer at the amazing display of the Rui Jin Flag's special skill.Yang Xiao lifted the white flag in his hand and waved it several times behind his back. The five hundred Rui Jin Flag men pulled out their feathered arrows, javelins and hatchets, walked toward the Ming Cult's wooden shelter, bowed in respect to Zhang Wuji, and then turned around and left the field.Yang Xiao took a dark green flag and tossed it next to the white flag. Again, heavy footsteps were heard as five hundred Ju Mu gigantic wood Flag people, with dark green cloth wrapped around their heads, walked quickly into the field. Every ten men carried a large wooden log. The gigantic logs weighed around a thousand 'jin' catty, 1 catty is approximately 0.5kg each. Each log was fitted with iron hooks. Each man pulled one iron hook. They marched in even steps.
