Page 14 of 16 FirstFirst ... 45678910111213141516 LastLast
Results 261 to 280 of 303

Thread: Chu Liuxiang

  1. #261
    Senior Member
    Join Date
    Sep 2013


    Thanks, foxs.

  2. #262
    Senior Member SkyWalker's Avatar
    Join Date
    Oct 2004


    I missed so many updates! Thanks for posting foxs! I appreciate all your hard work! I believe I was one of your faithful who followed the White Hair Demoness all the way through.

    NGL...poor guy. Got used and killed by his own bro!

    I think I know who the mysterious mastermind is. I still don't understand his motive though. Can't be just revenge for his dad. World domination maybe?

    I think CLX has another admirer in the cross dressing boy. He (she?) seems jealous of SRR.

  3. #263
    Senior Member foxs's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2006

    Default Book 1 Chapter 24 - Part 2

    Xiaohu, different Chinese characters … Ysabel, DongBin, Jaya, you are welcome. Sky, yes, you and Fighting Wind. Not that I am being sexist here, but I always feel that this Black Pearl is displaying the characteristics of a girl. At least from the way Gu Long described him.

    Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, “I hear that this Dashi already live in seclusion, isolated from the red dust [the world of mortals]. Unexpectedly he is still addicted to tea.”

    Qian Mazi laughed and said, “When Ci Xin Dashi became an immortal [i.e. die] in the past, he, the Senior, was the one who ought to take the leadership of Shaolin Sect. Yet he, the Senior, let his Er Shidi [second younger martial brother] Tian Hu [lit. heavenly lake] Dashi to assume the Zhangmen position, while he himself went far away to Minnan. Reportedly it was precisely because of the tea of this place.”

    Chu Liuxiang mused, “Tian Feng Dashi took over the Putian Shaolin Temple, I wonder how long ago was that?”

    Qian Mazi replied, “According to my calculation, it has been twenty years.”

    Chu Liuxiang suddenly slapped the table and spoke loudly, “That’s right! It’s him; it must be him. I should have thought of it.”

    Astounded, Qian Mazi asked, “Could it be that Gongzi also knew him, the Senior?”

    Full of delight, Chu Liuxiang said, “Tell me, do you think that Tian Feng Dashi’s reputation is still above the former Beggar Clan’s Ren Lao Bangzhu?”

    Qian Mazi did not understand why he suddenly asked that question; at a loss, he replied, “He, the Senior, is the present day’s ‘as weighty as Mt Tai, as brilliant as the Big Dipper’ [idiom: the ultimate]. Although Ren Lao Bangzhu’s reputation was resounding, compared to him, the Senior, I am afraid he was still a notch below.”

    “Naturally his, the Senior’s martial art skill is very high,” Chu Liuxiang commented.

    Qian Mazi sighed and said, “His martial art skill is very high, perhaps even Gongzi … even Gongzi can’t compare with him.”

    Chu Liuxiang laughed and said, “His, the Senior’s, cultivation is very deep, naturally he is enormously magnanimous, without showing any sharpness.”

    Qian Mazi laughed and said, “Although Jianghu legend says that he, the Senior came to Minnan to taste the tea, in Zaixia’s opinion, perhaps the Senior came to live a simple life, to enjoy quiet life, hence he was unwilling to take over Mount Song’s Shaolin Sect.”

    Chu Liuxiang heaved a deep sigh and said, “That is so. Other than he, who else would fight against Tianfeng Shisi Lang before Ren Ci did? Tianfeng Shisi Lang was able to entrust his older son to him, naturally he could close his eyes in death and die contentedly.”

    Qian Mazi was puzzled even more; he could not help asking, “Who is Tianfeng Shisi Lang?”

    Chu Liuxiang replied with a wry smile, “He was a very strange person; although he himself died in obscurity, he was able to make the world’s biggest sect and Wulin’s biggest gang’s Zhangmen to raise his two sons for him.”

    A thought flashed through his mind, he suddenly blurted out, “He challenged Tian Feng Dashi and Ren Lao Bangzhu, could it be that his objective was to have his two sons separately entrusted to them? Perhaps he already had some injury or a load in his mind that he did not want to live any longer, and only wanted his sons to stand out among their peers in the future. Could it be that he already determined to die under Tian Feng Dashi and Ren Lao Bangzhu’s hands, so that they would raise these two boys with all their hearts?”

    The more Qian Mazi listened to him, the more confused he was. “Gongzi is saying …” he could not help asking, “This Tianfeng Shisi Lang unexpectedly did not hesitate to sacrifice his own life for …”

    Chu Liuxiang sighed and said, “He knew what kind of person Tian Feng Dashi and Ren Lao Bangzhu were, they could not possibly take in and care for other people’s children randomly, but if he died in their hands, then they absolutely could not bear to refuse …”

    Emotionally moved, Qian Mazi said, “Such a father was indeed worthy of the greatest admiration, but I wonder who his two children are?”

    Chu Liuxiang sadly said, “One was NanGong Ling.”

    Qian Mazi suddenly said, “Isn’t he the Beggar Clan’s new Bangzhu?”

    “Exactly!” Chu Liuxiang replied.

    “And the other one?” Qian Mazi asked.

    Chu Liuxiang replied word-by-word, “The other one is … is …”

    He suddenly looked up to the heavens and heaved a deep sigh; smiling bitterly, he said, “If only my guess is wrong, if only that mysterious killer is not him at all.”

    Qian Mazi was startled, “Killer?” he asked

    Chu Liuxiang sighed and said, “As far as I know, he has killed nine innocent people; the next one …”

    Speaking to this point, Chu Liuxiang suddenly sprang up and blurted out, “His next target, could it be Tian Feng Dashi?”

    Qian Mazi laughed and said, “In this, I must ask Gongzi to relax. No matter who this person is, if he wanted to harm Tian Feng Dashi, I am afraid the time of his death has arrived. Although Tian Feng Dashi has not paid any attention to the affairs of life for a very long time, he has never put his martial art skill aside.”

    Chu Liuxiang heaved a deep sigh and said with a wry smile, “If you knew who he is, you wouldn’t have said such thing. He …”

    Qian Mazi could not help asking, “Who is he, actually?”

    Chu Liuxiang seemed to be unwilling to say his name. After muttering to himself irresolutely for half a day, he suddenly laughed and said, “I happen to have a business that I’d like to see Tian Feng Dashi myself. I could deliver your tea leaves for you, but I don’t know if you would feel reassured with me doing it for you.”

    Qian Mazi immediately pushed the yellow bundle toward Chu Liuxiang, and said with a laugh, “Let’s not mention this insignificant bundle of tea leaves, even if Gongzi wanted Qian Mazi to hand over my life to you, I, Qian Mazi, will still feel reassured.”

    Chu Liuxiang chuckled. But before he could say anything, he suddenly saw the teahouse attendant came over in a hurry. Bowing to Chu Liuxiang, he smiled apologetically and said, “At a table in the corner over there, there is a gentleman who would like to talk to Gongzi; I wonder if Gongzi would be willing to come over?”

    Turning his eyes to the table in the corner, he saw a man wearing grey robe was sitting down facing the corner. He has been sitting on that same spot for more than half a sichen, but has not moved at all.

    He was wearing a large flat straw hat with a copper-basin-like top. This moment the hat was hanging over his neck, so that his entire head was blocked from view, except for the bunch of grey hair at the top of his head.

    As soon as Chu Liuxiang entered the teahouse, he has had a feeling that this man was somewhat strange; no matter what activity was happening in the teahouse, this man has always been facing the corner, and never turned his head around.

    All along he has never cast a single glance toward Chu Liuxiang, and all along Chu Liuxiang has not seen his face either, why did this moment he suddenly want to talk to Chu Liuxiang?

    Chu Liuxiang felt strange in his heart, there was no way he was not going to dig to the bottom of this matter.

    He had just walked over, the man already stood up from his seat – although he had not turned his head, he seemed to have eyes on the back of his head.

    Chu Liuxiang’s heart was moved, he suddenly laughed and said, “Could it be that Sire is the Bald Eagle Wu Lao Butou [old constable, see Chapter 1]?”

    The man’s body seemed to shake slightly; Chu Liuxiang has already walked over and sat down beside him. Laughing heartily, he said, “In all the world, other than Wu Lao Butou, who’d have this kind of astonishing hearing ability?”

    The man smiled wryly and said, “In all the world, indeed there is nothing that can deceive Chu Liuxiang.”

    He had high cheekbones and deep cheeks, his eyes were shining, his pair of ash grey ears was unexpectedly made of cast silver. Were it not for his straw hat, others would be able to recognize him in just a glance.

    Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, “Since we parted at the Capital, suddenly months have passed; I have never expected that Wu Lao Butou has not forgotten Ol’ Chu’s voice … The strange thing is, that day Zaixia did not seem to say anything in Wu Lao Butou’s presence, yet Wu Lao Butou seemed to hear Zaixia’s voice?”

    The Bald Eagle laughed and said, “People all over the world, not only their voices differ from each other, the sound of their footsteps is not the same either. Chu Liuxiang’s qinggong is number one under the heavens, naturally your footstep is greatly different from other people. If this old man is unable to hear Chu Xiang Shuai’s footsteps, this pair of ears really ought to be fed to the dog.”

    Chu Liuxiang roared in laughter and said, “Bai Yi Shen Er’s [again, see Chapter 1] reputation is indeed not an empty one.”

    He suddenly lower his voice and spoke slowly, “Wu Lao Butou followed a trail for ten thousand li to this place, is it for the sake of the White Jade Beauty?”

    Smiling apologetically, the Bald Eagle said, “Even if laoxiu [lit. old rotten, self-deprecatory term] had gargantuan guts, I would never dare to demand anything from Chu Xiang Shuai’s hands.”

    Chu Liuxiang’s eyes flickered, he said with a smile, “In that case, why is Sire here?”

    The Bald Eagle also lowered his voice and replied, “Laoxiu was originally following Mantianxing Qian Mazi’s trail …”

    Knitting his brows, Chu Liuxiang asked, “Is it still related with the old affair of Tieshizi Alley seven years ago?”

    Smiling wryly, the Bald Eagle replied, “Laoxiu did not even know that this matter was related to Chu Xiang Shuai; otherwise I would not have dared to meddle. As I am sure Xiang Shuai is aware of, whenever one is eating public’s rice, for the rest of his life, one could forget about even leaving the Liushanmen [lit. six-leaf door, seat of the government/yamen/(in wuxia stories) special police force]. There are things that I do not wish to care, but was being forced so that I do not have any choice but to care.”

    Chu Liuxiang spoke heavily, “This matter of seven years ago, although Qian Mazi shouldn’t have done it, but ‘Meihua Jian’ and ‘Shuang Zhang Fan Tian’ were taking advantage of their position to bully people; they were despicable. Besides, because of this affair, Qian Mazi has long ago washed his hands out of Jianghu, and moved far away to this place. Why must Wu Lao Butou insist on killing to the last one, and pushing him too far?”

    Smiling apologetically, the Bald Eagle said, “Laoxiu has been alive for many years, how could I not know brows and eyes, high and low? Since I now know that Chu Xiang Shuai is involved in this matter, how could I interfere?”

    He heaved a deep, deep sigh, and went on, “The reason Laoxiu is asking Gongzi to come over is for another thing altogether.”

    Frowning, Chu Liuxiang asked, “What other thing?”

    The Bald Eagle was deep in thought for half a day; finally he spoke word-by-word, “Gai Bang’s NanGong Bangzhu was found dead on the Daming Lake of Jinan city ten days ago; I wonder if Xiang Shuai has any knowledge of this matter?”

    Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, “Wu Lao Butou couldn’t possibly suspect that I killed NanGong Ling?”

    The Bald Eagle hurriedly smiled apologetically again and said, “How could Laoxiu dare to think so? It’s just that …”

    “Just what?” Chu Liuxiang asked.

    The Bald Eagle sighed and said, “It’s just that NanGong Bangzhu’s death was too tragic. Reportedly even after his death, someone still chopped him randomly and cut his body off. Therefore, Beggar Clan disciples all vowed their life to find the killer!”

    Chu Liuxiang knitted his brows deep. Naturally he knew who chopped off NanGong Ling’s body; it must be Hei Zhenzhu who wholeheartedly wanted to avenge his father. Naturally he could also think that until today, the Beggar Clan disciples were still unaware of NanGong Ling’s conspiracy. But naturally he was unwilling to divulge this matter to just about anybody.

    He heard the Bald Eagle sighed and said, “This kind of vendetta among Jianghu martial art masters, Laoxiu originally should not get involved, so I did not dare to be involved. But the fact is that Laoxiu has been friends with several Beggar Clan Zhanglao [Elders] for many years. This time I happened to meet them on the road.”

    Chu Liuxiang asked, “Could it be that the Beggar Clan disciples suspected that I have a part in NanGong Ling’s death?”

    Smiling apologetically, the Bald Eagle replied, “They absolutely did not dare to suspect Xiang Shuai; it’s just that they said that you, Xiang Shuai, must know the identity of the assassin who murdered NanGong Bangzhu. Therefore, they asked that if Laoxiu happens to see you, for me to ask you on their behalf. Whether you, Xiang Shuai indeed know about it or not, as long as Xiang Shuai say the word, the Beggar Clan disciples will absolutely believe you.”

    Chu Liuxiang’s eyes flickered; he spoke word-by-word, “This matter, I do know about it!”

  4. #264
    Senior Member LuDongBin's Avatar
    Join Date
    Oct 2006


    Thks foxs.

  5. #265
    Senior Member
    Join Date
    Nov 2012


    Thanks foxs

  6. #266
    Senior Member foxs's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2006

    Default Book 1 Chapter 25 - Part 1

    DongBin, Ysabel, you are welcome.

    Book 1 Chapter 25 – Tian Feng Dashi

    Emotionally moved, the Bald Eagle said, “Since Xiang Shuai knew about it, I wonder if you could bestow the knowledge?”

    Chu Liuxiang spoke in heavy voice, “Even if I tell you who the murderer is, you will have no way of doing anything about it. However, …”

    He suddenly rose up to his full height and said, “Three days later, wait for me at the Lin Family’s garden in Putian City. At that time, I will naturally hand the murderer, who killed NanGong Ling, over to you.”

    Without leaving the saddle at all, Chu Liuxiang stayed constantly on horseback until he reached Putian.

    It was dusk again.

    After entrusting his horse to someone else, he took advantage of the twilight to sweep over toward Shaolin Temple. He only felt that time was extremely pressing, it was too late to announce his visit [i.e. to ask for an audience and wait for an answer].

    Although Putian’s Shaolin Temple was not as imposing and magnificent as the Mount Song’s Shaolin Temple, but this old Buddhist temple, immersed deep in the vast and obscure twilight, appeared to have some kind of mysterious beauty.

    The evening breeze carried a faint chime of the bell and the voices of the monk chanting sutras. In the midst of the sweet scent of the wood and the leaves, there was a faint scent of sandalwood. The air between the Heaven and the Earth was full of solemn silence; how could there be any smell of murderous aura?

    The autumn wind swept the dead leaves on the bottom of the stone steps. The main gate at the bottom of the stone steps was wide open. From outside the gate, he could see the dense ancient trees of the secluded courtyard.

    Walking farther, he saw the smoke from the burning incense curling up to the sky, under which was the stately, the grand main hall of the Temple.

    Up to this point, this was the place where anybody could go. But nobody would dare to go rashly. Shaolin’s majestic name was renown throughout the world, whoever came here would inevitably feel reverence and would not dare to act recklessly. Although the gate was wide open, who would dare to presumptuously step in like a thunder jumping across the moat?

    Chu Liuxiang did not enter via the main gate either. He unexpectedly jumped over the wall to get in – there was some kind of ominous alarm in his heart; although he only felt it for a moment, he knew that he must not wait much longer.

    The sunset painted the sky blood red. Under the setting sun, layer upon layer of roof ridges looked like mountain peaks; mountain peaks that was dyed red by the blood.

    But under which mountain peak was Tian Feng Dashi? [Translator’s note: ‘feng’ of Tian Feng means ‘mountain peak’, the same ‘feng’ as in Wudang’s Zhang Sanfeng.]

    Chu Liuxiang swept over like a flying swallow, he could not help hesitating.

    He was just stopping for a moment, suddenly he heard someone calling one of the many names of Buddha, “Amitabha!”

    This short call has not yet ended, from under the eaves of the four corners of the roof ridge four shadows flashed out at the same time.

    All these four men wore grey robes with white socks, they appeared to be forty-something years old, and on all four solemn, majestic faces, there were pairs of bright and shiny, flickering eyes.

    This moment, four pairs of shiny eyes were staring at Chu Liuxiang with their as-sharp-as-a-blade gaze.

    Unavoidable Chu Liuxiang was inwardly very shocked; he mused, “Indeed Shaolin monks are not to be despised.” However, on the surface he appeared calm and collected.

    Dashi, have all of you eaten yet?” he said with a smile.

    This was the most common question; when two people met, whether they were old friends of many years, or perhaps they were just acquaintances who simply passed and nodded to each other, most of them would ask a question like this.

    But the question was being asked at this very moment, the four monks could not help staring blankly. A relatively older monk on the left spoke heavily, “For twenty years, there has never been a Jianghu man setting foot on Shaolin Temple’s roof ridge. Since today Shizhu [benefactor] has broken the precedent, presumably you are coming not without any reason at all, but please reveal your thought.”

    Chu Liuxiang chuckled and said, “The purpose of Zaixia’s visit this time, even if I said it, Dashi would not believe it.”

    The grey-robed monk spoke sternly, “If Shizhu is unwilling to reveal your intention, please don’t blame pinseng for being rude.”

    Smiling bitterly, Chu Liuxiang said, “In all my life, Zaixia is most unwilling to fight with Shaolin disciples; why do Dashi bother to force me to make an exception?”

    The grey-robed monk shouted angrily, “If Shizhu is unwilling to fight, then follow pinseng down!”

    Amidst his shout, his long sleeve suddenly brushed out, swift like flowing cloud, strong and fast like lightning, it rolled straight toward Chu Liuxiang, between his face and his throat.

    Those who have left home [to become Buddhist monk] usually do not carry weapon, so this pair of long sleeves was usually the weapon with which they protect themselves. Everybody in the world only knew the ‘Flowing Clouds Iron Sleeves’, which were Wudang’s consummate skill. But nobody knew that not only Shaolin’s sleeve skill was not inferior to Wudang, its power, harshness, and ferociousness actually surpassed Wudang’s.

    The grey-robed monk’s flying sleeve skill could be hard, but it could be soft as well. Using the ‘soft’, he could snatch the weapon from the opponent’s hand; using the ‘hard’ he could jolt and break the opponent’s heart and meridians.

    Chu Liuxiang sighed and said, “In everything else, Shaolin disciples are quite all right, only their temper is a bit too short.”

    While with his mouth he said such thing, his body already soared. By the time he spoke the last few words, his body was already high up in the sky like a flying crane, far above the four monks’ head.

    The grey-robed monk’s strike hit empty space, he was moved emotionally, “Shizhu indeed has superior qinggong, no wonder you have the impertinence to come to Shaolin Temple to display your shockingly bad behavior.”

    Immediately four shadows moved together in separate directions. They figured that Chu Liuxiang would inevitably fall down, and if he fell, he would fall into their formation.

    Who would have thought that Chu Liuxiang was able not to fall down?

    He was like a fish in the water; one flip and one straight move later, he was able to traverse for four zhang sideways. His head down, his feet up, he slipped into the darkness under the eaves.

    They only heard his laughter from a distance, “Zaixia did not come to display my shockingly bad behavior at all. After this matter is done, I will come to beg for Dashi’s forgiveness.” [Translator’s note: throughout this exchange, ‘you’ and ‘Dashi’ are plurals.]

    All four Shaolin monks had their countenance changed.

    The oldest grey-robed monk spoke in heavy voice, “Xuan Fa, raise the emergency alarm. Xuan Tong, Xuan Miao, come with me.”

    While speaking, he pounced in the direction of Chu Liuxiang’s voice. But all he saw was the moon and the stars in the sky, and the breeze blowing the trees, where could Chu Liuxiang’s shadow be?

    Chu Liuxiang knew that if this time he requested audience to see Tian Feng Dashi, these Shaolin monks definitely would not take him. Since the explanation was unclear, he had no choice but to avoid the problem by walking away.

    As his figure swept into the darkness, immediately he soared to the sky again. Not going to other places, he came back to the same eaves under the roof ridge he had left just now.

    He saw the three grey-robed monks flitting across the eaves, nobody even thought that he would come back; they did not even look this direction.

    Chu Liuxiang waited for half a day, and then from all corners of this vast temple complex he heard burst after burst of the low rumble of wooden fish [percussion instrument used in Buddhist ceremony] being struck. From time to time he saw sturdy shadows flying across the roofs.

    Although normally this Shaolin Temple appeared to be peaceful and quiet, but when facing the enemy and meeting a contingency, their fast reaction and strict vigilance were indeed worthy of their reputation as a forbidden area of the Wulin world.

    Smiling wryly, Chu Liuxiang mused inwardly, “With my heart and soul I wanted to see Tian Feng Dashi as quickly as possible; who would have thought that it turns into more haste, less speed?”

    Thinking about Tian Feng Dashi might be in grave danger very soon, he could not stop his heart from growing even more anxious. To make matter worse, until now he did not even know Tian Feng Dashi’s whereabouts.

    By this time the sound of wooden fish had died down; the old Buddhist temple was quiet, not a single noise was heard.

    But naturally Chu Liuxiang knew that the quieter it was, the more terrifying it would be. This seemingly quieted down Temple actually hid dangers everywhere.

    He did not have time to think quietly. Closing his eyes, he thought for a moment, and then suddenly he rushed out of the darkness and swept across toward the highest roof ridge, toward the highest cornice.

    The sleeves of his clothes fluttered in the air, as if he was flying high in the sky, the entire temple complex seemed to be under his feet. Sure enough, someone immediately saw him.

    He saw shadows flashing, from every courtyard there were people flying over here, except from a tiny courtyard in the west; there was no detectable movement at all.

    Without waiting for the monks to come over, Chu Liuxiang swept down hurriedly. Letting out a long laugh, he said, “Shaolin’s depository of scriptures is famous all over the world, could Dashi let me borrow some to see?”

    His laughter stopped, his body turned around quickly. Selecting a big tree with the thickest branches and leaves, he hid himself there. He heard people were scolding in low voice everywhere, “This man really come for the scriptures.” “Watch the Sutra Pavilion.”

    The abundance of Shaolin library was number one under the heavens. The majority of the people risking danger by entering the Shaolin Temple were indeed doing so for the scriptures. Although Putian was Shaolin’s southern branch, the Sutra Pavilion’s collection was very valuable. Naturally the Shaolin monks also thought that Chu Liuxiang was coming to steal the scriptures, who would have thought that he was actually threatening the east and striking to the west, and was employing a diversion tactic?

    Seeing the shadows continuously swarming to the east, Chu Liuxiang immediately swept away to the west.

    This time, he no longer flew over the roof ridge, but went through under the eaves of the halls and under the shadow of the trees. Most of the rooms in the temple had not lighted any lantern. Occasionally cicada sound was heard from among the foliage.

    There was no one in the courtyard. There was some kind of unspeakably bleak and lonely feeling. The monks who lived in this old Buddhist temple certainly did not pass their days in easy living.

    While his body did not stop, Chu Liuxiang was sighing inwardly; he had always been holding these people, who were able to endure loneliness, in the highest esteem.

    Because he knew that there was nothing in the world more difficult to endure than loneliness.

    He passed through a layer of quiet courtyard, through row after row of dark meditation rooms. The green flagstones, looked shiny under the starlight, slid quietly under his feet.

    Shizhu, please hold your steps,” suddenly a voice scolded lightly.

    A stream of vigorous and violent fist wind assaulted his face.

    Clenching his teeth, Chu Liuxiang neither dodged nor fled, but he did not block either; unexpectedly he used his flesh and blood body to take the enough-to-open-the-mountain-and-split-the-rock strike called the Bai Bu Shen Quan [hundred-step divine fist].

    Shaken by the wind of the fist, his body flew out like a kite without its string.

    On the other side, as the Shaolin monk with grey eyebrows and long beard’s strike went smoothly, he was taken aback instead. A shadow flashed in front of his eyes, the young man that was just jolted by the wind of his fist has unexpectedly flown back, and stood in front of him with a grin on his face. Not only his shenfa was swift, he came and went like lightning, but also this Shaolin’s divine fist, which was able to cut the mountain and beat down an ox, unexpectedly failed to cause the slightest bit of injury on him.

    This Shaolin great master, the supervisor of the temple, whose cultivation was deep, whose power profound, was unexpectedly so stunned that he could only stare blankly at Chu Liuxiang, and was speechless for half a day.

    The reason Chu Liuxiang intentionally took his punch was precisely to render him temporarily speechless, so that he would not raise the alarm to warn others. Otherwise, his body was not made of iron, how could receiving this punch be comfortable?

    He heard the monk with the grey eyebrow finally spoke slowly, “Shizhu has such martial art skill, Laoseng [old monk] has never seen anything like that. I wonder if you could reveal your name and surname?”

    Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, “If Zaixia reveals my name and surname, I am afraid Dashi would think that Zaixia is here to steal the scriptures.”

    The monk with the grey eyebrow said, “If Shizhu is here to steal the scriptures, you could not possibly come this way.”

    Chu Liuxiang laughed and said, “Zaixia Chu Liuxiang.”

    Emotionally moved, the monk with the grey eyebrow asked, “Could it be the Bandit Chief Chu Liuxiang?”

  7. #267
    Senior Member
    Join Date
    Sep 2013


    Thanks, foxs.

  8. #268
    Senior Member
    Join Date
    Nov 2012


    Thanks foxs

  9. #269
    Senior Member LuDongBin's Avatar
    Join Date
    Oct 2006


    Thks foxs.

  10. #270
    Senior Member
    Join Date
    Apr 2016


    Thanks foxs...

    btw, Chu Liu Xiang is a LIAR.... this is the fourth day, and he still haven't handed the murderer..

  11. #271
    Senior Member foxs's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2006

    Default Book 1 Chapter 25 - Part 2

    Jaya, Ysabel, DongBin, you are welcome. Xiaohu, did you talk about the fourth day of the story, or the fourth day after my last update? You can't call CLX a liar ... and I did not promise you.

    Chu Liuxiang stroked his nose and said with a laugh, “Dashi has left the red dust far away behind, unexpectedly you still know Zaixia’s shameful nickname.”

    Unexpectedly the monk with the grey eyebrow’s gloomy and grave expression suddenly lit up in delight, his cold and sharp gaze also began to shine with a smile. He spoke slowly, “Although Laoseng has stayed away from Jianghu’s knight-errant footprint for a long time, I have a Shizhi [martial nephew] who has a wide circle of friends. Each time he came here, he always recounted some new and odd interesting stories for Laoseng to hear. And among all those stories, Chu Xiang Shuai’s heroic and passionate magnificent feats are the most interesting, the most captivating.”

    Chu Liuxiang said, “The one Dashi’s mentioning, could it be Wuhua?”

    The monk with the grey eyebrow smiled and said, “Over the last several hundred years, speaking about Shaolin disciples with vast network of friends, he is the only one.”

    “He … is he here now?” Chu Liuxiang asked.

    The monk with the grey eyebrow said, “Shizhu came here this time, is it to look for him?”

    Muttering irresolutely, Chu Liuxiang replied, “Zaixia came here this time, the main reason is to pay my respects to Tian Feng Dashi.”

    The monk with the grey eyebrow said, “Although Zhangmen Shixiong has not received any outside visitors for a long time, Chu Shizhu is such a person that he would take pleasure in receiving. It’s a pity that Shizhu has come in a very unfortunate time.”

    Chu Liuxiang anxiously asked, “Could it be Tian Feng Dashi is already …”

    With a smile on his face, the monk with the grey eyebrow said, “Zhangmen Shixiong has emptied his mind of ten thousand thoughts; tea is his only pleasure, it never changes from beginning to end. This moment he is enjoying the tea, so no one can disturb him.”

    Chu Liuxiang heaved a sigh of relief; his expression turned into delight, he laughed and said, “If Tian Feng Dashi is enjoying the tea alone, Zaixia is not worried. If I could see this Wuhua Shixiong, it would be the same.”

    The monk with the grey eyebrow said, “Since Shizhu won’t be able to see Zhangmen Shixiong, you won’t be able to see Wuhua either.”

    Emotionally moved, Chu Liuxiang asked, “Why?”

    The monk with the grey eyebrow said, “Among Shaolin disciples, Wuhua is also the only one proficient in Dongying tea ceremony. Whenever he comes here, the first thing that he do is drawing water and brewing the tea for Zhangmen Shixiong.”

    Chu Liuxiang’s countenance has already changed early on. “This moment Wuhua is brewing tea for Tian Feng Dashi?” he blurted out.

    The monk with the grey eyebrow nodded and said with a laugh, “If Chu Shizhu wants to see them, I am afraid you will have to wait until tomorrow morning.”

    Inwardly Chu Liuxiang was so anxious that it nearly drove him crazy, but on the surface he suppressed his emotion, “They are enjoying the tea, must be in the rear courtyard?” he asked.

    “Precisely,” the monk with the grey eyebrow replied.

    Chu Liuxiang suddenly pointed to something behind the monk with the grey eyebrow; he laughed and said, “But isn’t that Wuhua standing behind Dashi?”

    “Where?” the monk with the grey eyebrow asked.

    He looked back, but no one behind him; where was Wuhua’s shadow? But by the time he turned his head back, the Chu Liuxiang in front of him has already disappeared.

    The first time the monk with the grey eyebrow turned his head, Chu Liuxiang has already flown out.

    In his escape this time, he had exhausted all his skill. Furthermore, he already determined accurately where he would step his foot. His toes tapped the ground, he already flew four zhang away. Before the monk with the grey eyebrow turned his head, he was already ten zhang away.

    In an emergency, the speed of Chu Liuxiang’s matchless-under-the-heavens qinggong was simply inconceivable. By the time the monk with the grey eyebrow turned his head back, Chu Liuxiang already disappeared behind the short wall.

    Behind the short wall, the bamboo leaves in the small courtyard was very thick, the grass and trees extremely secluded. Among the bamboo grove, there was a pavilion with three sides open, with thick bamboo curtain hanging over it. Looking beyond the bamboo curtains, he could vaguely see two human figures sitting cross-legged on the floor. The courtyard was quiet. The breeze blew the leaves of the trees, their shadows were dancing on the bamboo curtain. The two men seemed to be on heaven.

    The one on the right was precisely Wuhua.

    In front of him was a small purple clay stove, a red copper pot, a cattail-leaf fan, as well as an exquisite small tea set. This moment, three cups, about the size of a wine cup, were already full to the brim with tea. Bursts of tea fragrance floated out of the bamboo curtains. Added to that the fragrance of the flowers and the fragrance of the bamboo, the aroma was really intoxicating.

    Sitting opposite to Wuhua was a withered, thin monk whose beard and eyebrows had turned completely white. This moment he was taking a cup from Wuhua, closing his eyes, and slowly bringing the cup toward his lips.

    Chu Liuxiang shouted loudly, while as fast as an arrow he flew through the bamboo curtain and thundered, “This tea must not be consumed!”

    When Wuhua saw him, his countenance changed, but in the blink of an eye he regained his composure.

    As for Tian Feng Dashi, not even the muscle on the corner of his mouth was twitching; it was as if even if the sky collapsed in front of him, his countenance would not change the slightest bit.

    He simply put down the teacup slowly and opened his eyes slowly. When this pair of eyes looked at Chu Liuxiang, unconsciously he felt his hands and feet were failing.

    Tian Feng Dashi spoke indifferently, “Shizhu is breaking in like this, don’t you think you are being too reckless?”

    Chu Liuxiang bowed and said, “Zaixia was very anxious; I am hoping Dashi would forgive me.”

    Tian Feng Dashi fixed his gaze on Chu Liuxiang for half a day. He slowly said, “Within the last twenty years, Shizhu is the first person ever to charge into Laoseng’s meditation room. Since you are able to come here, naturally you are not ordinary. How about sitting down and enjoying some tea first?”

    This Shaolin senior monk’s cultivation had indeed reached the ‘stove fire has turned bright green’ [idiom: brought to the point of perfection] level; incredibly he did not show the slightest sign of anger. Inwardly Chu Liuxiang could not help admiring him greatly.

    Immediately Wuhua also smiled and said, “That’s right, since Chu Xiong is here, why not sit down and drink a cup of tea to wash away the dust of the secular world.”

    Tian Feng Dashi smiled indifferently and said, “Turns out it is Chu Shizhu; no wonder your qinggong is brilliant, the world has not produced the second person.”

    “I do not dare!” Chu Liuxiang replied.

    With a smile on his face, Tian Feng Dashi said, “Although Laoseng has cut off worldly affairs for a long time, to be able to see the outstanding talent of the present age, my heart is still extremely delighted. This is a cold temple without any wine, there is no harm in Chu Shizhu enjoying tea in place of wine.”

    He raised the cup with both hands again. Chu Liuxiang could not help blurting out again, “This tea must not be consumed!”

    Tian Feng Dashi said, “Even if this tea was not grown by the immortals, it could be considered a fine work of art; why can’t it be consumed?”

    Chu Liuxiang cast a quick glance toward Wuhua. Suddenly he laughed and said, “Actually, someone entrusted Zaixia to bring Dashi an exquisite, new tea. Furthermore, Zaixia is confident that in the art of brewing tea, I can be quite out of the ordinary as well. Would Dashi like to have a taste first?”

    Tian Feng Dashi broke into delight; he said, “Since that’s the case, Laoseng would love to receive the benefit of your trouble.”

    Although toward other things this senior monk with deep cultivation and profound power was quite indifferent, hearing about high brewing-tea skill, unexpectedly he could not help revealing delighted expression.

    Although inwardly Wuhua was startled and angry, his countenance did not reveal any emotion at all. Unexpectedly he also smiled and said, “I never thought Chu Xiong would have this kind of refined and elegant attitude of mind as well. Wonderful! Wonderful!”

    He immediately stood up to let Chu Liuxiang took his place, but he took the pot of tea that he had just brewed and poured it all into the courtyard.

    Chu Liuxiang cast him another glance, laughed, and said, “Such a precious water, you threw it all away; won’t it be a pity?”

    He did not say ‘tea’, but ‘water’. Only he did not say ‘Heavenly One Divine Water’, four characters. Unexpectedly Wuhua was still expressionless. He smiled and said, “The water came from dissolved snow. Although it was precious, we have enough stored in the Temple’s cellar. If Chu Xiong is also fond of it, there is no harm in bringing a bottle back with you.”

    Chu Liuxiang sighed inwardly. He sat down respectfully, and started the fire to brew the tea.

    Tian Feng Dashi suddenly chuckled indifferently and said, “This moment the water is not boiling yet, Chu Shizhu might as well tell me the purpose of your visit. In front of famous tea, Laoseng’s frame of mind is at its best. If Chu Shizhu has something you’d like to consult, this is also the best time to ask.”

    Chu Liuxiang suddenly discovered that within this senior monk’s ordinary smile, there was indeed a matchless wisdom hidden in it. That pair of serene eyes seemed to be able to see clearly the downy feather of autumn [idiom from Mencius: able to distinguish right and wrong with acuity].

    He sighed softly and said, “Wanbei [junior] came here, just want to ask Dashi to narrate a story.”

    Frowning slightly, Tian Feng Dashi asked, “Story?”

    Chu Liuxiang said, “More than a dozen of years ago, there was a Fusang [mythical island of ancient literature, often interpreted as Japan] warrior called Tianfeng Shisi Lang, who crossed the see from the east. He pitted himself against two martial art masters of the Central Earth, one of them was the Beggar Clan’s Ren Lao Bangzhu. As for the other one, I wonder if it was Dashi?”

    Tian Feng Dashi was silent for a long time. Finally he heaved a deep, deep sigh and spoke sadly, “The matter that happened twenty years ago, Laoseng have almost forgotten. Unexpectedly today Shizhu raised this matter again … That’s right, Shizhu is correct, it was indeed Laoseng.”

    Chu Liuxiang’s eyes lit up, he said, “Tianfeng Shisi Lang crossed the eastern sea asking for a duel, yet he did not have the desire to win; on the contrary, he seemed to be determined to die. If Wanbei did not guess incorrectly, was he in some kind of grief?”

    Tian Feng Dashi fell silent again for a long time. He spoke slowly, “Your guess is correct, he was indeed in some kind of grief.”

    Chu Liuxiang said, “If Dashi is willing to reveal it, Wanbei will be very grateful.”

    Tian Feng Dashi’s eyes flickered; he fixed his gaze on Chu Liuxiang for a long time before sighing and said, “Past events flit like a smoke. Laoseng originally did not wish to mention it, but Shizhu came her by making light of traveling a thousand li just to inquire about this matter. The implication of this matter is indeed grievous.”

    Chu Liuxiang hung his head down and said, “Dashi indeed sees clearly the downy feather of autumn. Wanbei does not dare to conceal anything, the implication of this matter is indeed grievous, but Wanbei can guarantee something, that is, Wanbei’s inquiring of this matter is absolutely without any selfish malice intention.”

    Tian Feng Dashi laughed indifferently and said, “If Shizhu has any selfish malice intention, you would not be able to sit here.”

    Chu Liuxiang shivered inwardly. “Dashi is able to see clearly,” he replied respectfully.

    Closing his eyes, Tian Feng Dashi slowly said, “Tianfeng Shisi Lang’s perseverance was outstanding, he was addicted to martial art to the point of being crazy about it, but it was unfortunate that he fell into the web of passion. More than twenty years prior to this, there was a big feud between Hua Shan and Huang Shan, two influential Jian Pai [Sword Sects] that there was continuous bloody battle between the two for many years. In the end Huang Shan School suffered a crushing defeat until, after the battle, only Li Qi, one person survived.”

    Chu Liuxiang could not help asking, “What does this matter have to do with Tianfeng Shisi Lang?”

    Tian Feng Dashi replied, “In order to escape disaster, Miss Li Qi boarded a merchant ship and sailed to the east passing Fusang. At that time she was already suffering internal injury. Exacerbated by the arduous voyage, by the time she reached Fusang, she was too sick to continue the journey.”

    “Could it be that this lady unexpectedly came across Tianfeng Shisi Lang?” Chu Liuxiang asked.

    Tian Feng Dashi sighed and replied, “That’s exactly what happened. Tianfeng Shisi Lang fell in love with this Miss Li at first sight. For many days without stopping to sleep or have a rest, he thoroughly treated Miss Li’s injury. Unavoidably Miss Li was moved by his sincerity. The fourth day after her injury has been completely healed, she became husband and wife with Tianfeng Shisi Lang.”

    Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, “An opportune connection with marriage partner decreed by the Heaven, tying a knot overseas, it is indeed a story that captures the imagination and will be spread far and wide.”

    Tian Feng Dashi sadly said, “Only a pity their happy days were not long. After Miss Li gave birth to two sons for Tianfeng Shisi Lang, unexpectedly she left without even saying goodbye, leaving only a letter.”

  12. #272
    Senior Member
    Join Date
    Nov 2012


    Thanks foxs

  13. #273
    Senior Member
    Join Date
    Apr 2016


    Thanks foxs....

  14. #274
    Senior Member LuDongBin's Avatar
    Join Date
    Oct 2006


    Thks foxs.

  15. #275
    Senior Member
    Join Date
    Sep 2013


    Thanks, foxs.

  16. #276
    Senior Member foxs's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2006

    Default Book 1 Chapter 26 - Part 1

    Ysabel, Xiaohu, DongBin, Jaya, you are welcome. One more week for the conclusion of Book 1.

    Book 1 Chapter 26 – Stately Law

    Chu Liuxiang blurted out, “Could it be that she was returning to the Central Earth?”

    Tian Feng Dashi sighed and replied, “This matter cannot be confirmed, but it may be assumed that that was what happened. Because not long after Miss Li left Tianfeng Shisi Lang, out of the Seven Swords of Hua Shan, only four remained; suddenly they all died tragically. Numerous and confusing rumors spread out in Jianghu, saying that the only survivor of Huang Shan school, Li Qi, has returned to avenge her father and elder brothers.”

    Muttering to himself irresolutely, Chu Liuxiang said, “If that’s the case, this Miss Li must have learned some kind of astonishing martial art, perhaps it was even Tianfeng Shisi Lang who imparted it to her.”

    Tian Feng Dashi said, “On this, your guess is off. Tianfeng Shisi Lang did not impart any martial art skill to her, she must have had some other fortuitous encounter. But on this matter, she had always concealed it from Tianfeng Shisi Lang.”

    Chu Liuxiang sighed and said, “That’s right, this Miss Li’s encounter must be very bizarre; otherwise, in such a short few years, her martial art skill could not have progressed to such an extent that she unexpectedly was able to kill Four (sic) Swords of Hua Shan in one go … but after her big enmity was avenged, did she not return to Dongying to see her two sons?”

    “She did not,” Tian Feng Dashi replied, “At that time, her youngest child was still in swaddling clothes. In his grief, Tianfeng Shisi Lang took these two children to the Central Earth.”

    “Could it be that at that time there was no news about this Miss Li in Jianghu?” Chu Liuxiang asked.

    Tian Feng Dashi replied, “That is the strange thing, after Miss Li performed such an earth-shattering feat, she suddenly vanished without any trace, as if she suddenly disappeared from the surface of the earth. After persistently looking for her for a year, Tianfeng Shisi Lang finally gave up all hope … and so he came here.”

    Chu Liuxiang said, “Turns out he did not seek a battle with Dashi as soon as he arrived in the Central Earth.”

    Tian Feng Dashi sighed and said, “He persistently wanted to challenge me, but I determined not to accept it. Until later on he unexpectedly set the Sutra Pavilion on fire, and so I was forced to deal with him. I only agreed to exchange three palm strikes with him; who would have thought … who would have thought that when I sent out the third palm strike, unexpectedly he neither evade nor dodge. I could not restrain the momentum in time, unexpectedly I caused him a serious injury.”

    Grieved, Chu Liuxiang said, “Wanbei indeed guessed correctly. By that time he was already downhearted and did not want to keep on living, so he just wanted to entrust his two sons to appropriate persons, hence the reason he deliberately received the injury from Dashi’s palms.”

    Distressed, Tian Feng Dashi said, “After injuring him, I immediately brought him to this meditation room. Who would have thought that he seized the opportunity while I was fetching the medicine to leave without saying goodbye, leaving only a letter, in which he told me about his grieve, and implored me to offer shelter to his eldest son. I rushed toward the place he mentioned in his letter. But when I tried to bring his orphan back to him, unexpectedly I came across Ren Lao Bangzhu. Only then did I know that he had unexpectedly died under Ren Lao Bangzhu’s hands.”

    Coming from a senior monk’s mouth, which was as gentle as Buddha’s own mouth, such a plaintive and beautiful, yet solemn and stirring story, sounded even more brimming with some kind of stifling-with-remorse and mystery.

    All along Wuhua was sitting quietly on his seat, but his face was completely devoid of any emotions. All along Tian Feng Dashi and Chu Liuxiang did not look at him at all either.

    It looked like he positioned himself completely outside this matter, and that the story Tian Feng Dashi was narrating had nothing to do with him.

    The meditation room was silent for a moment, and then there was the sound of water boiling.

    Chu Liuxiang cautiously and slowly began to brew the tea.

    His every movement was completely deliberate, proper and careful. He wanted to take the opportunity of these slow actions to clear his jumbled thought. And then, he held a cup of fragrant tea with both hands, which he respectfully offered in front of Tian Feng Dashi, and spoke in heavy voice, “Thank you very much Dashi.”

    Tian Feng Dashi received the cup with both hands, and spoke slowly, “Everything you wanted to know, you already know by now?”

    “Yes,” Chu Liuxiang replied.

    Tian Feng Dashi chuckled indifferently and said, “Very good, because all Laoseng can tell you is also only so much.”

    Unexpectedly he did not ask why Chu Liuxiang wanted to know the story; he simply started to sniff the aroma of the tea. In this moment, his solemn and grave expression suddenly seemed to relax, but the grief in his eyes seemed to grow deeper. Thereupon he slowly closed his eyelids, and muttered, “This cup of tea is indeed much better than that other cup just now.”

    Chu Liuxiang stared at him for a long time; he really could not figure out how much this wise and farsighted senior monk really knew. He could not help blurting out a question, “Dashi does not have anything you wanted to ask of Zaixia?”

    Tian Feng Dashi was silent for half a day. He spoke indifferently, “Has Ren Lao Bangzhu passed away?”

    He did not even open his eyes; this question seemed to be asked randomly.

    But Chu Liuxiang exhaled slowly before replying, “Yes.”

    Offering another cup of tea, he said, “Everything that Dashi wanted to know, I am afraid you already know by now.”

    Tian Feng Dashi simply nodded his head without saying anything.

    Chu Liuxiang sighed and stood up. “I wonder if Dashi would allow Wanbei to speak with Wuhua Shixiong for a moment?” he asked.

    Tian Feng Dashi replied slowly, “What ought to be said must be said. The two of you may go!”

    Only then did Wuhua stand up. His expression still looked relaxed, confident and at ease. Respectfully he put his palms together toward Tian Feng Dashi before quietly withdrawing out of the room.

    He did not speak at all.

    When he was already outside the bamboo curtain, Tian Feng Dashi suddenly opened his eyes and cast him a glance. The emotion carried in his eyes seemed to be extremely complicated.

    But he did not speak either.

    The night was already deep.

    The pathway at the back of the mountain was very narrow. The hazy starlight illuminated the leaves of the tree lining the pathway; the whole earth seemed to be shrouded in some kind of mysterious and desolate fog.

    Chu Liuxiang and Wuhua walked side-by-side along this rugged and narrow pathway, straight to the end. All along both of them also maintained their silence, as quiet as the mountain tops in the night.

    Finally Wuhua smiled slightly and said, “Although you did not expose me, I am not grateful to you at all. You did what you did just because you were afraid of Tian Feng Dashi’s stern attitude, am I right?”

    Smiling wryly, Chu Liuxiang replied, “You think that apart from this, there is no other reason? For example, the friendship between you and me …”

    Wuhua leisurely said, “Up until now, our friendship remains to be no more than a grain of sand in the eyes.”

    Heaving a deep sigh, Chu Liuxiang said, “That’s right; if there’s a grain of sand in our eyes, it might only produce tears.”

    Wuhua said, “All right, there is no harm in you telling me now: how much do you actually know?”

    Chu Liuxiang slowly said, “I know a lot of things, but there are many more that I do not know.”

    Wuhua smiled and said, “Which ones you do know? Which ones you do not know?”

    Chu Liuxiang replied, “I know that you are Tianfeng Shisi Lang’s eldest son, NanGong Ling’s elder brother, but how did you know that NanGong Ling was your sibling? Naturally Tian Feng Dashi could not possibly tell you.”

    Wuhua replied, “The reason you might have guessed. When Xianfu [my late father] passed away, I was already seven. A seven-year old boy, although he did not know much, but he may have learned many things, many things that he would never forget.”

    Chu Liuxiang sighed and said, “What you knew maybe too much already.”

    Wuhua smiled and said, “Naturally you also knew that I was the one who stole the ‘Heavenly One Divine Water’.”

    Smiling ruefully, Chu Liuxiang said, “Correct. Although the ‘Divine Water Palace’ forbids men to enter and exit, but a refined, elegant man who had left home is naturally an exception. In the eyes of ordinary people, those who had left home and become a monk cannot be regarded as ordinary men anymore, while in reality, unavoidably this kind of thought has its own drawback. Only too bad that passionate girl died because of you …”

    Wuhua laughed and said, “A girl who had never had any contact with a man will never be able to resist the temptation; she died very willingly, why do you bother to feel sorry for her?”

    Staring at him, Chu Liuxiang sighed and said, “You are really a strange person. No matter how despicable, no matter how hateful, you are always able to speak it out with the most gentle, the most elegant intonation.”

    Wuhua’s expression did not change at all. He even laughed and said, “You ought to also know, I spent so much time and energy to steal the ‘Heavenly One Divine Water’, for what purpose?”

    Chu Liuxiang said, “Only because Ren Lao Bangzhu and Tian Feng Dashi are not people that you could easily kill. Moreover, you also want them to die without leaving any trace, so that others would not be suspicious.”

    “You are absolutely correct,” Wuhua said.

    Chu Liuxiang said, “On that stone beam, the one posing as Tianfeng Shisi Lang, naturally it was you. The one who killed ‘Heavenly Powerful Star’ Song Gang, escaped into the Daming Lake using ‘ren shu’, naturally it was also you.”

    “Correct again,” Wuhua said.

    Chu Liuxiang sighed and said, “That day when I saw you at Daming Lake, I should have suspected you; too bad that although I suspected everybody else in the world, I did not suspect Wuhua, who was unwilling to even have the sound of his qin infected by a murderous aura.”

    Wuhua smiled and said, “No need to be disappointed, everybody would definitely feel confused sometimes.”

    Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly and said, “That mentally-impaired disciple of Wuyi Convent’s Su Xin Dashi, before her death she actually exposed your secret, too bad she only said one word ‘Wu’ and then died. Even worse, all along I thought that she was saying the ‘Wu’ of ‘Wutong’ [tree]; unexpectedly I never thought that she was saying the ‘Wu’ of ‘Wuhua’.”

    Wuhua said, “I really did not expect either that before her death her mind would clear up; otherwise, when I killed Su Xin Dashi, I would have killed her as well.”

    “But why would you want to kill Su Xin Dashi?” Chu Liuxiang asked.

    Wuhua replied, “Anybody who has the slightest bit of connection with this matter, I cannot let them alive and open their mouth. You know me, I have always been very cautious; I never want to take risks.”

    Chu Liuxiang said, “So you want to kill me as well?”

    Wuhua sighed and said, “I really do not want you to be involved in this matter. I have already told NanGong Ling that if there is anybody in the world able to expose our secret, this person must be Chu Liuxiang.”

  17. #277
    Senior Member
    Join Date
    Nov 2012


    Thanks foxs

  18. #278
    Senior Member
    Join Date
    Apr 2016


    Thanks foxs.... one more week to go....yeayyy!!

  19. #279
    Senior Member LuDongBin's Avatar
    Join Date
    Oct 2006


    Ending soon? There is Miss Li ...? Thks foxs.

  20. #280
    Senior Member
    Join Date
    Sep 2013


    Thanks, foxs.

Similar Threads

  1. Chu LiuXiang: Legend of the Crescent Moon ( 新月传奇)
    By s182t in forum Wuxia Translations
    Replies: 106
    Last Post: 05-08-12, 08:42 PM
  2. Replies: 10
    Last Post: 12-29-09, 07:57 PM
  3. Replies: 23
    Last Post: 09-11-09, 10:36 PM
  4. Chu LiuXiang's Legend of the Bat (蝙蝠传奇)
    By fastclock in forum Wuxia Translations
    Replies: 105
    Last Post: 06-09-09, 03:05 AM
  5. Chu LiuXiang and Xiao Li Fei Diao
    By jin yong in forum Wuxia Fiction
    Replies: 6
    Last Post: 04-19-04, 10:00 AM

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts