Now the Old Heretic Huang loved his young wife very much, he wanted to make her happy, so he said to me, 'Botong, this woman does not know martial art at all. She is still young and loves to see amusing thing. What's the problem in letting her take a look? If I, Huang Yaoshi, cast a single glance toward your book, I will immediately gauge my eyeball and give it to you.' Old Heretic Huang is a man who can be ranked among the best in the present age; his words without doubt carry a lot of weight. But to let somebody see the book is a grave matter, so I shook may head. Old Heretic Huang was not happy. He said, 'How can it be that I didn't understand your difficulty? If you agree to let my wife take a look, there will be time when this old Huang repay Quan Zhen Sect's kindness. But if you don't agree, that is entirely up to you. Who said that I have to have your friendship? I don't even know any of your Quan Zhen disciples.' I understood very well his meaning. This man will do what he says. He felt uncomfortable giving me a hard time, but he could make things difficult for Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and the others. His martial art skill is too high; it was not a good idea to provoke his anger."
"That's true," said Guo Jing. "Priest Ma, Priest Qiu and the others are not his match."
Zhou Botong continued, "That time I said to him,
'Old Heretic Huang, if you are angry come and find me, the Old Urchin. Why do you have to look for my martial nephews? Won't that make you 'the big bully the little'?'