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    Ysabel, Anh, Jaya, ycb, you are welcome. DongBin, I noticed Gu Long had a few of those, but I simply translated it as is. Perhaps next time I'll add '(sic)' so you'll know it. lawwoo, due to the time difference, technically, this is my first post of 2014.

    Chapter 10 Breaking gold fish bowl.
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    If it said To find the root [seed] of fish, break the fish bowl, it would make sense; even if not even a shadow of fish could be found inside the fish bowl.

    But To find the root of disaster, break the fish bowl, the sentence was completely outrageous.

    Yet making such a big kite was not an easy matter at all; and then writing those eight big characters in phosphorous ink would require not a few amount of phosphorous ink, and phosphorous ink was not very cheap.

    Who would want to spend such big effort just to play a ridiculous joke to mock people without any benefit to self?

    Not only Lu Xiaofeng did not show the slightest bit of sign that he was amused, his expression became very serious.

    This joke was not a joke.

    Immediately he went over to the goldfish jars, eight goldfish jars with similar size, shape, material, color and luster. They were also similar to the goldfish jars that he often saw in the Capital. The only difference was that these jars were as dry as the old grannys face, as if they were all wrinkly.

    He carefully inspected all eight jars, inside and outside. Other than they were covered in sandy soil and dust, nothing was out of ordinary.

    Gong Ping practically did not come over; she merely picked a stone from the ground, and threw it hard.

    In a way, sometimes women were much more direct and effective than men.

    Bang! a goldfish jar shattered into pieces.

    When an empty goldfish jar shattered into pieces, what can you see? Oftentimes the only thing you discovered was that you should not have broken the goldfish jar in the first place.

    Lu Xiaofeng let out a wry laugh. He shook his head, Women are like that, they always thought that they are so smart and divinely brave. If there was any woman who is able to do something that men would admire, perhaps that woman was not a woman.

    Gong Ping did not retort him, she did not even cast a single glance at him, as if she simply did not hear him at all. All along her attention was fixed at the goldfish jar that she had just broken.

    Whats so special about an empty goldfish jar that was already broken?


    At first it was not there. But now it suddenly appeared.

    The goldfish jar shattered, the jars bottom suddenly sank down, revealing a hole.

    Gong Ping slowly turned her head toward Lu Xiaofeng. She looked at Lu Xiaofeng, who was swallowing his saliva, with her pair of big eyes, as big as ginkgo fruit, and asked, What did you just say?

    What I just said? I didnt say anything.

    Lu Xiaofengs eyes also grew big. Just now, I seemed to be farting.


    Naturally the hole at the bottom of the goldfish jar was the entrance to a secret tunnel. It was either Gong Pings luck was particularly good that she found the entrance in just one shot, or there was such an entrance at the bottom of every goldfish jar. Because although the hole was small, going down, the place was very spacious, just like a small living room built with stone masonry.

    Its just that there is nothing in this living room, except a door. A copper door.

    Pushing the copper door open, there was an equally-sized room, with another door. Except that other than the door, there were also some very ancient torture instruments. There was even a burning frame, which was considered the most cruel torture instrument from the era of King Zhou Jie [? Not sure about this].

    Some of these instruments only existed in legends or hearsay, Lu Xiaofeng had never thought that he would be able to see them.

    His vision was really not bad. But he really wanted to throw-up; although it was only instrument without anybody being tortured, he still felt like he was going to throw up.

    Unexpectedly when he tried to push the door, it did not open. Fortunately there was a sign above the door. There were also eight characters written on the sign, If you are a gentleman, please knock. [若是君子, 敬请敲门]. Thereupon, Lu Xiaofeng knocked the door.

    In a way, sometimes Lu Xiaofeng could be very obedient. When told to drink wine, he would drink wine, when told to knock the door, he would knock the door; especially if the door belonged to a pretty young girl, not only he would knock even quicker, he would also knock it harder.

    This time it was the same. As soon as the door was knocked, it opened. The one opening the door was, unexpectedly, really a beautiful girl. At least twenty years ago she must be a pretty young girl.

    The one opening the door turned out to be the lady boss.


    Lu Xiaofengs jaw dropped.

    This time he was not scared by the lady boss, rather, he was scared silly by what was inside the stone room.

    Whoever saw this kind of situation would stare blankly like an idiot.

    The first thing Lu Xiaofeng saw was precisely that little [email protected]

    He would never expect right now the little [email protected] was acting like a big master, splaying across a couch with his legs stretched out, his left hand held on to a head, his right hand also held on to another head.

    Not even in his wildest dream would Lu Xiaofeng ever imagined that these two people would have their heads caught under this little beggars control.

    These two people were surprisingly the rich and powerful Sha Dahu and the one whose name shook the Jianghu in the past, the Three-hand Goddess Xu Ba, Old Lady Xu.

    And that was not the only strange thing.

    Even stranger was that the coffin shop boss Zhao Xiazi, the grocery store boss Wang Dayan, and the exiled imperial concubine Gong Susu were all here as well. Just like Sha Dahu, they all sat below the little beggar as his prisoners.

    Lu Xiaofeng knitted his four eyebrows; if he had eight eyebrows, he would knit all eight eyebrows as well.

    Whats going on here? He could not figure out.

    This matter was actually very simple.

    The little beggar was only laughing. He did not open his mouth. The lady boss was the one who spoke, Liu Chengfeng was not only your friend, he was also our friend. There was too much injustice in his death; just like you, we want to find the murderer who killed him and avenge him.

    By we, obviously she meant Gong Ping, the little beggar and she. Obviously, the rest of these people were, in their opinion, suspects in this murder case; at least one of these was the murderer.

    Sha Dahu, Zhao Xiazi, Old Lady Xu, Gong Susu, and this husband of mine who does not live up to expectations, all are possible suspects to be Liu Chengfengs killer. The lady boss told Lu Xiaofeng, Today you saw me in Sha Dahus bed, it was because I always wanted to get clear information from him.

    She sighed, I am sure you understand that to trap a man like Sha Dahu, I must climb onto his bed first.

    Actually, Lu Xiaofeng did not understand anything, until now. Now he started to understand bit by bit.

    The little beggar finally opened his mouth, By going to bed, ten thousand things will be blown clear, even Sha Dahu has fallen into the trap, much less those [email protected]? He pointed to Gong Susu and Xu Ba.

    Although the way I dealt with these two grannys is a bit different, to some extent we still use a bit of handsome-man scheme.

    Lu Xiaofeng laughed.

    Just as he started to laugh, he could not continue laughing anymore. Because he suddenly discovered two lethal weapons were striking two vital points on his body. One was the lady boss hand, the other was Gong Pings leg.

    The lady boss ten slim fingers, ten sharp fingertips, each fingernail was encased in some kind of thin copper finger cap, each one was as sharp as a sword.

    Gong Pings feet were wearing arrow boots [this is a literal translation, not sure what it is, but I think we can imagine]. One kick was able to crush stone into powder.

    These two kinds of weapon were specific weapons used by women, just like some womens hearts, poisonous and fierce, and totally unpredictable.

    If Lu Xiaofeng was not Lu Xiaofeng, most probably his death was already decided.

    If Lu Xiaofeng was not Lu Xiaofeng, he did not have to wait until today to die. Up to date, he would have died three hundred seventy eight times.

    Thats why a lot of people believed Lu Xiaofeng could not die.

    A long time later Lu Xiaofeng was still saying, Honestly speaking, in all my life I have been going through a lot of dangers, many times I was this close to being finished. But the most dangerous situation was still that particular time. He said, Because at that time I did not expect Gong Ping and the lady boss would kill me. Even more unexpected, their move was so vicious.

    Lu Xiaofeng said, If now you want me to rate the women in Jianghu whose martial art skill was the highest, the most terrifying, I would still consider them to be one of those women. Because right up to the present, there are indeed not many women in Jianghu who can surpass them.

    He was telling the truth.

    That time he escaped those two deadly attack, it was indeed a danger shaving his head.

    But the one more shocked than Lu Xiaofeng that time was the lady boss.

    Her martial art skill was the result of hard training. Because of training martial art, the palm of her hands and the sole of her feet developed calluses. Because she wanted to look pretty, so that men would like her even more, she spent a lot of time using lotion to remove these calluses.

    Indeed she suffered not a few of hardship. Therefore, whenever she made a move, she had high confidence in herself. Although she knew that Lu Xiaofeng was a man that was very difficult to deal with, she was very confident of her own skill.

    But she soon found herself to be wrong.

    Because her strike was originally aimed at the small of Lu Xiaofengs back, using the thin-as-blade finger caps on her five fingers, to scratch Lu Xiaofengs xiaoyao [lit. laughter waist] acupoint. But the one she scratched was the waist of Gong Pings pants.

    It was not clear what technique Lu Xiaofeng has used, but suddenly he already slipped five, six chi [Chinese foot, about 1/3 of a meter] away.

    The waist of Gong Pings pants was ripped open, revealing a pair of legs.

    A pair of slender, firm, and elastic legs. A pair once-a-man-sees-it-he-will-never-forget kind of legs.

    Lu Xiaofeng had seen this pair of legs.

    At the rear couryard of Zhao Xiazis coffin shop, beneath the flying violet long skirt. The legs he saw were precisely this pair of legs, he was absolutely sure about it.

    He stared blankly.

    Any man who suddenly saw this kind of legs, who saw the legs suddenly appeared behind a ripped pants, he would certainly stare blankly as well. Its just that the reason Lu Xiaofeng was staring blankly this time was a bit different to the great majority of other men in the universe. This time he was dumbfounded, because ever since he knew Gong Ping, he had never expected that the old lady who wanted to kill him, whose legs exposed underneath the violet long skirt, could be Gong Ping.

    Emotions sometimes can blind you, oftentimes it could cover the eyes, so that we cannot see what we ought to see.

    The fortunate thing was that now he has seen it. The unfortunate thing was also now he has seen it.

    Between the fortunate and unfortunate, oftentimes there was a blank space.

    During this blank space, one could stare blankly.

    The period when one was staring blankly, oftentimes it was other peoples good opportunity.

    Suddenly, all those people who were not supposed to move began to move. Sha Dahu, Zhao Xiazi, Wang Dayan, Gong Susu, and Xu Ba were clearly being immobilized, but in that instant all started to move. Not only that, their movement was very fast, very accurate, very vicious.

    This kind of fast, accurate, and vicious move, definitely was not something that people who grew up in this kind of desolate place were capable of achieving.

    If a person was able to move this fast, this accurate, and this vicious, it does not matter which criteria is being used, this person would definitely be considered one of the best martial art experts in Jianghu.

    Fifty. It seems to be a large number. But if you counted how many people there were mingling in Jianghu, how many people were struggling to make their names in Jianghu, and how many actually managed to make it in Jianghu?

    In Jianghu, every day, every night, every moment, how many people were involved in decisive battle in order to seek survival, to preserve their lives? How many were actually defeated, how many met their death, and how many actually achieve victory?

    If you could think about these things, then you will know that the matter of life and death, the matter of victory or defeat, are tied up to some extent with a delicate split second.

    In such a delicate split second, Lu Xiaofeng fell.

    If in such a split second, after receiving so much well-planned all-out attack by so many martial art experts, one person was still able to stand, then nobody in this world could fall.

    To a person who had mingled in Jianghu for many years, who had been famous also for many years, making friends in countless number, and becoming enemies with also countless people, falling down could only mean one thing: death.

    How could Lu Xiaofeng die?


    No one believed Lu Xiaofeng could die. Even if someone saw with his own eyes that someone else has chopped Lu Xiaofengs neck, he still would not believe that the Lu Xiaofeng, who could not die, would actually give up his ghost and return to the western paradise.

    Yet this time Lu Xiaofeng really gave up his ghost and returned to the western paradise.

    Whats going on here?

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    King Zhou (紂王) - last king of the Shang Dynasty (or Yin Dynasty). Posthumous name given to Di Xin. Said to have invented this torture 炮烙 ("burning frame") to please his wife Daji (妲己). Mentioned in the Ming Dynasty's mythological novel, Investiture of the Gods (封神演義). For details:

    Image of 炮烙 can be found here:

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    Default Chapter 11 - Part 1

    Ysabel, Anh, Clown, Jaya, you are welcome. DongBin, thanks. That is what I was talking about ... I will incorporate all those additional comments into the source file, which, if you want, I can send to you later.

    Part 2 Ximen Chuixue
    Even though there is no sword in his hand, it wont give him any problem, because his body and his sword have dissolved into one entity; as long as the person exist, all things in the universe are his sword.

    Chapter 11 Sword legend in the evening rain on Mount Ba[1]
    (Translated by Foxs)


    Spring night, spring rain, Mount Ba.

    Night rains in the spring are always depressing, especially on Mount Ba, where desolate mountain range, sloping stony path, were covered with moss as dark as splashing ink. How many miserable memories of seniors and famous heroes were buried underneath the traces of the moss? How many spring flowers have become spring muds before they even bloomed?

    There was a line of footprints on the spring mud, the footprints that were made after the last nights rain had stopped.

    There was another rain tonight.

    Behind the hazy, misty air of the night rain, at the end of the stony path, there was a Taoist temple. The joss stick had long gone, traces of human had also long gone, the awe-inspiring, thunderous sword aura of the olden days, had never been seen again for who knows how long.

    Since the Mount Bas swordsman Taoist Gu of old, whose seven by seven, forty-nine hands turning-the-wind, dancing-the-willow sword fame shook the earth, disappeared into the thin air - perhaps he had reached immortality - his disciples also scattered in all directions.

    This Taoist temple, which was once revered by young people, who were infatuated with swordsmanship, as a sacred place, gradually became desolate. Whats left was only an empty memory of some mythical legend and some moss-covered sword marks.

    But over the past couple of years, at nights when the sky was clear and the moon was shining, the neighboring hunters often saw what seemed to be the faint light of an arc lantern inside the temple.

    When there was a lantern, there must be people.

    Question is: who were those people who came back to this place? And why?


    It was raining this late at night, the arc lantern was lit. A man sitting alone under the lamp; he did not look like a Mount Ba Schools disciple, neither was he a Taoist priest.

    The person who had lived for two years in this lonely, deserted Taoist temple on this mountain was unexpectedly a Buddhist monk.

    A monk that could often pass several days without eating, a monk that could often pass several months without taking a bath. A monk that even could even pass several years without speaking.

    But tonight, unexpectedly there were two people coming to this temple.

    The two people seemed to have similar built, wearing two similar black coats, and two similar black felt hats. The hats had a very wide brim, and were worn very low, so that the hats were covering their faces.

    Walking up the sloping stony path to this place, nobody knew how many fallen flowers they trampled that the flowers turned into spring mud. One of the two appeared to be already very tired, the other person had to stop frequently to wait for him.

    When they were still several dozen zhang away, the monk sitting under the lantern already knew their arrival.

    But the monk did not move.

    Although the flame flickered incessantly, the monk did not move at all; he did not show the least bit of reaction. Even after the two people crossed the courtyard in front of the Taoist temple compound and reached the small cottage where he was, the monk did not show any reaction. This monk was not old, yet he has already entered the depth of meditation.

    There was no response to the knock on the door; the two people braving the rain to climb the mountain could only push the door open by themselves.

    Although the lantern was not too bright, it was enough to illuminate these two persons; it illuminated their mouth and forehead under the shadow of the brim of the hat.

    Both persons had very pointy forehead, yet the lines were very soft. The outlines of their mouth were even more well-developed, gentle and beautiful.

    Only women would have such mouths. And women who had this kind of mouth, no doubt were exceptionally attractive.

    Two beautiful women, went up Mount Ba in the night rain, to visit a monk who meditated like an old monk.

    Were they mad? Was there anything wrong with them?

    If they were not mad, and there was nothing wrong with them, then there must be an unusually good reason, plus it must be for an unusually grave matter.

    Two gorgeous women braved the rain across desolate mountain to visit a wretched monk, for what reason?

    Two pretty women came looking for a monk, what could happen?


    The monk, who was not yet old, was still sitting in meditation.

    The woman, who walked a bit faster, whose physical strength seemed better, whose stature was a bit taller, reached out with her snow white hand, using a movement that was almost more graceful than dancing, to take off the felt hat from her head. With a fluid movement, the raindrops dripped down off the hat, under the lantern light, the water drops looked like a strand of shining pearls. Her long hair that was originally kept inside the hat also flowed down like rain, covering half of her face, while at the same time exposing the other half.

    Pitch-black, long and thin eyebrows, bright and beautiful eyes, a hint of smile at the corner of her mouth; spring has indeed returned to earth.

    The monks eyes were fixed on his nose, his nose was looking at his heart; practically, he did not seem to see the women in front of him.

    But she seemed to be very familiar with the monk, furthermore, she spoke to him in a very intimate manner, Monk, others say you are honest. If there are only ten thousand people on earth, there are at least nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine people who say that you are honest.

    The woman said, But, as I see it, you monk, are not honest. Not the least bit.

    The womans stature was slender and graceful, plus she was charming, each movement was gentle, soft and beautiful. Only an exceptionally educated family of nobility would produce such a graceful bearing.

    But when she talked to this mysterious and strange impoverished monk, she suddenly acted as if she was a little nun who was used to fooling around all day long in front of this monk.

    Finally the monk could not help opening his mouth, Which part of me is not honest?

    You tell others that you were going to Mount Wutai to shut yourself up, yet you sneakily went to a Taoist monastery. I went up to heaven and down to Hades to look for you, and had spent more than a month before I finally find you. She said, Tell me, arent you the least bit honest?

    The monk sighed, Why are you looking for the monk? With a pained expression on his face he said, Monk does not even eat meat soup [routang].

    This girl was unexpectedly the Miss Niu [lit. cow], who for the past few years was famous in Jianghu for her mischief and creating trouble, the Niu Routang [Beef Soup].

    Recently, people also gave her another nickname, Cowhide Candy [niu pi tang (different character)] behind her back.

    Actually, you ought to know that when I am looking for you, there cant be any good thing.

    Amituofo, Monk only wishes that you are looking for me this time, it is not for a bad thing.

    Not only not bad, it is actually very good.


    I am looking for you this time, it is to help you upholding yiqi toward your true friend, which is what you guys are saying: cultivate great achievements and virtue. Miss Niu said, If you do this kind of things a couple times more often, you will become a luohan [arhat] earlier.

    What luohan? Chicken-finder luohan?

    Miss Niu winked and giggled, Whats wrong with chicken-finder luohan? Big or small they are still luohan, no need to be vanquishing-dragons-and-tigers luohan.

    With a bitter laugh the monk said, Big Miss Niu, can you spare me this time? Do you think Monk really does not know why you came to see me?

    Do you?

    Even if I am thinking with my buttocks I can still figure out that it must be because of your Lu Xiaofeng has disappeared, hence you want Monk to go looking for him. The monk said, Too bad Monk can no longer do this kind of foolish thing of yours.

    Miss Nius expression suddenly turned very serious, plus she seemed to have an unspeakable difficulty. You did not guess wrong, Lu Xiaofeng indeed has disappeared, but the circumstances around this matter is different than in the past.

    Whats the difference?

    This time, he had no quarrel with me, and it is not for the sake of other women either. Miss Niu said, Before he left this time, he still met with me once, saying that because a good friend suddenly went missing, he wanted to travel to borderland to look for him; also, there is good possibility that he will be in danger.

    She looked as if she was about to cry, At first I was determined to come with him, who would have thought that he sneakily left alone. Once he was gone, there is no more news about him. Tell me, wont that worry me to death?

    No worry, no worry at all, the monk very slowly said, Monk has done some fortune telling for him, he wont die.

    No matter what, you must go to look for him.


    Because you are his good friend. Miss Niu said, Who in Jianghu did not know that Honest Monk is Lu Xiaojis [little chicken] good friend? He is in danger, if you dont go looking for him, wont people laugh at you to their death?

    Unexpectedly, this monk was the number one wandering hero of the Buddhism, the world famous Honest Monk.

    It was said that he had never said a single lie in his life, but if there is anyone who wanted to force him to tell the truth, very soon that person might not be able to speak anymore.

    It was said that one time he was crossing the Yellow River on boat, and happened to come across a robbery. He said that his pocket was as empty as if it was just being washed, the robbers believed him. After the robbers left, he ran after them and confessed that he had been lying, and handed over the little money he had to them. The next morning, those pirates suddenly died in their den without any rhyme or reasons.

    The stories around this monk are indeed not a few, plus they are very interesting. Too bad our story this time is not about him.

    [1] Evening rain on Mt. Ba [巴山夜雨] is also an idiom: lonely in strange land.

    What?!? What is Beef Soup doing in this story? Wasn't she the villain in Book 6? Where is Sha Man ...?

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    Thanks, foxs.

    New part, new thrill.

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    Thanks foxs - another chapter...

    Beef soup ... cliffhanger ?????
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    What?!? What is Beef Soup doing in this story? Wasn't she the villain in Book 6? Where is Sha Man ...?
    I thought LXF destroyed Beef Soup's favorite "toy"... though they did spend some nights together...They were of course enemies in the previous story... Did Sha Man become his wifey & Beef Soup, after a reconciliation, now occupies his "2nd house"? ...

    The TV series was a bit confusing and it just jumped to where everyone gets slaughtered rather quickly...

    Can't wait to read the real conclusion...
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    Lxf is a unique character. Even those who should be his enemy he would treat as a friend. Espically a woman he had a relationship with. And hes not the type to seek revenge even if a friend had betrayed him.

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    What happened? Lu Xiaofeng got 2 wives or Sha Man was dumped and Beef Soup became his new girlfriend?

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    Wait, what the hell? I thought LXF and Beef Soup ended the last book as enemies. Now they are supposed to be bosom buddies for no reason? No explanation? And same for Honest Monk?
    Read the latest chapters of Coiling Dragon at Wuxia World!

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    巴山夜雨: Co-incidentally there is this China movie in 1980 by the same name. The theme centers around the time of the Cultural Revolution and talks about the Gang of Four.

    But no, this verse has a more illustrious heritage. This is from a famous poem composed by Li Shangyin 李商隱 (812-858); a Late Tang poet par excellence who shared the limelight with Du Fu. Among the collection of the 300 Tang Poems, there are 22 of his works, including this one here. Poems mostly about romance, although there were some political ones too. Because of his penchant for intense imagery, his poems are very difficult to translate. It was said that Roger Waters of Pink Floyd fame borrowed from Li's poems to create some of his songs.

    Here is the poem:

    When will I return? This I cannot say,
    Perhaps when the night rains
    Overflow the Daba's autumn pools once again;
    And we reminisce by the western window;
    The night rains fall on Daba.

    1. 巴山: Refers to the Daba Mountains in the vicinity of China mountainous region in southwest China.
    2. 剪西窗烛: Trimming the candle by the western window - a phrase to indicate thinking of or chatting with your loved ones. A literal translation would have lost the original meaning. See:

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    Default Chapter 11 - Part 2

    Jaya, Ysabel, Anh, you are welcome. szfong, kyss, sainuu, seems to me that we ought to treat each book as individual story ('episode') that is not related to each other. Ren, I thought you already read all wuxia books in original Chinese ... DongBin, thanks. Your info will not be lost.

    When Big Miss Niu said she wanted to move someone, she really could resurrect a dead man. But Honest Monk did not seem to hear even one word of what she said.

    Whatever you say is useless, besides, this time Monk has already eaten steel chain, I bind my heart that when I say I wont go, then I wont go.

    Are you telling the truth?

    Its the truth.

    Not a lie?

    Not a lie.

    Miss Niu sighed. In that case, I have no choice but to tell you a story.

    And her story went like this: There was once a monk, people say that he is annoyingly honest, and has never touched meat and fish, let alone getting close to female charms. When he came across women, he did not even dare to cast a single glance, because if he looked, he would at least look seven, eight hundred times.

    Once upon a time, he unexpectedly talked to a woman about feeling, discussing love. The girl was called Xiao Douzi [lit. little red bean].

    This little girls lot in life was really pitiful, she grew up in a pleasure house. Her body was weak, and she had some illness, therefore, this very-honest Monk of ours took great pity on her, he felt sorry for her.

    Pitying her was not a big deal, the big deal was that from pity love grew, and once love sprouted, there was no end in sight.

    His only regret was that he was a monk, and a poor one at that, he couldnt possibly fool around with several thousand taels of silver to redeem a pleasure house woman, let alone blatantly snatch her away from the brothel.

    Therefore, this passionate monk had no choice but to quietly keep his regret inside and leave, to hide in a place where he thought nobody else would be able to find him, to yearn in sorrow, to repent from his feeling.

    Speaking to this point, Beef Soup paused for a moment; staring at Honest Monk, she asked, What do you say, isnt this story interesting?

    Listening to this point, Honest Monks already panic expression turned even paler that not the least bit trace of blood remained. After a long, long time he finally replied, Not interesting.

    I didnt think it was interesting either. Miss Niu said, Such a sad story, I dont like to hear it either.

    She sighed. But this is a true story, the people are real, the story is real.


    Miss Niu stared at the monk for another half a day. Suddenly she asked, Do you know who the monk is in this story?

    I I do.

    Well, tell me.

    Sweats started to appear on Honest Monks forehead, but he still struggled to answer, The monk in this story was me.

    Miss Niu smiled; she sighed, No matter what, Honest Monk really deserves to be called Honest Monk, he indeed never tells a lie.

    Suddenly she pulled the other woman dressed in black cape to Honest Monks presence, and took her felt hat off of her, revealing a delicate and pretty, thin and weak, lovely and touching face; the cheeks were already wet with tears.

    Look here, who is she?

    Honest Monk stared blankly.

    Naturally he knew who she was; until the heaven becomes desolate and the earth turns old, until the moon wanes and the stars fall, its impossible for him not to know her.

    Xiao Douzi, how can it be you?

    Xiao Douzis tears were as big as beans.

    Looking at their expressions, Miss Niu wanted to laugh, but she simply could not laugh.

    So much so that she was thinking of leaving, leaving far away, so that they could be alone, sharing their thoughts with each other.

    Who would have thought that Honest Monk called out to her instead, I also have something I want to show you.

    What is it?

    Honest Monk did not reply, he merely slowly lifted up his old, worn, and several-sizes-too-big monk robe, revealing a pair of legs.

    Beef Soup was dumbfounded.

    The legs she saw already did not look like legs, but a pair of snapped off dried up branch. Not only they looked thin and weak, practically the legs had already shriveled and degenerated.

    Even more surprising, the ankles of these legs were locked with an extremely thick iron chains.

    The lock is exquisite crystal made by Qi Qiao Tang [lit. hall of seven skillful], I have thrown the key to the valley below. No one else on this earth is able to open it. The monk said, At the foot of the mountain there is a woodcutter who deliver a bowl of rice and vegetable, and a bottle of water, every day.

    Miss Niu could not resist asking, Why did you do this?

    But she also knew that not only this question should not be asked, asking it would be unnecessary.

    A lone man under a lantern in evening rain on Mount Ba [see note on title], yet his heart was by a pitiful woman under red lanterns and green wine [idiom, meaning feasting and pleasure seeking or debauched and corrupt environment]; how could he control himself? How could he stop himself from seeing her?

    A man who has never experience passion, once his passion is aroused, it will get out of hand very fast, a sudden outbreak of emotion like flash flood from the mountain; who can control it?

    After all, Honest Monk was still a human being, furthermore, he was a Jianghu man; if it is difficult for even taishang [title of respects for Taoists] to escape being moved by sentiments, much less Jianghu people?

    Therefore, he could only use this kind of method to lock himself up, so he could avoid making mistake.

    Big Miss Nius eyes were moist. In such circumstance, what else could she say? She could only leave.

    Who would have thought that Honest Monk called out again? Naturally now he could not accompany her looking for Lu Xiaofeng, even if he left, he could not save Lu Xiaofeng. He could only tell Beef Soup, Although Lu Xiaofeng loves to fool around with happy face, sometimes even talks a bunch of nonsense, but sometimes he could also speak one or two sincere words.

    Honest Monk said, There was one time when he was drunk he said something that until today I cannot forget.

    What did he say?

    He said, only in front of one person he did not dare to talk rubbish.


    Because in this world, only this one person is capable of killing him. The Monk said, If he ever face a real danger, only this one person is capable of saving him.

    Who is this person?

    Ximen Chuixue.


    Ximen Chuixue, with clothes as white as snow, with heart also as cold as snow. [Reminder: chui xue means blowing snow.]

    It seemed that in all his life, he has never loved anybody. Even if he did, it has already become a sad past, something that he could not bear to remember.

    He did not have any relative, he had no friend either, so much so that he did not even have any enemy. Other than sword, in this world he had nothing at all.

    This kind of man, what could possibly move him?

    I know that one time, just so that he could test Lu Xiaofengs fingers, whether those two fingers could clamp his sword, he was ready to decide life and death with Lu Xiaofeng in split second. Miss Niu said, He did not even hesitate to have Lu Xiaofeng die under his sword.

    I also heard about it, Honest Monk said, It happened after the Mansion of Spirits affair, by the Xie Jian Chi [lit. shedding-the-sword pond] on Mount Wudang.

    But he did not make his move at all.

    Because at that time he considered Lu Xiaofengs heart has already died, that he was no different than a dead man.

    Miss Niu sadly said, Perhaps Lu Xiaofeng is really dead by now.

    But as long as he is not dead, the only person who can save him is Ximen Chuixue. Honest Monk said, Monk has never told lies, not only Ximen Chuixue swordsmanship is number one, his cool-headedness and intelligence also no one can surpass.

    Monk is honest, I believe the Monk. Miss Niu said, But I dont know how can I convince him to rescue Lu Xiaofeng?

    I dont know either.

    How can you not know? Miss Niu asked Honest Monk.

    Because practically there is no way. The Monk said, Even if you can talk someone to return to life, with him, you simply wont have any chance.

    He was wearing an expression that although very honest, there was also a surreptitious look on his eyes, as he fixed his gaze on Beef Soup and said word-by-word, I only have something I want to tell you; you must remember it in your heart.

    Naturally Honest Monk would say honest words, and honest words usually are very useful. Miss Niu naturally wanted to listen to each word carefully.

    Who would have thought that Honest Monk only said eight words, and each word could annoy people to their death.

    When there is no way, that means there must be a way. [没法子,就是有法子 mei fa zi, jiu shi you fa zi]

    Monks like keen words; monks who can speak keen words are reasonable monks.

    But in Miss Nius ears, it sounded like someone had just released a series of eight farts in succession.

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    If Beef Soup is a princess and Gong Susu was a prince's concubine, does the two have some kind of relation?

    Thanks, foxs.

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    Ximen, at last! Thks foxs.

    Let me know if I overdo some of this info stuff but I enjoy making such discoveries. I do not expect such simple four words like 巴山夜雨 have such poetic undertones. This Gu Long carries a "heavy school bag".

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    Thanks foxs for the update. Familiar faces ...

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    Thanks foxs

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