Chapter - 109 Iron Spear, Damaged Plough (4) (1/2)
The hall was brightly lighted with a huge banquet table in the middle. Guo Jing looked at the people sitting around the table and his heart beat furiously. He saw the same people in the same room as earlier, such as the junior chief of white camel mountain, Ouyang Ke, the dragon king of the demonic group, Sha Tongtian, his martial brother, the three headed dragon, Hou Tonghai, ginseng immortal, Liang Ziwong, the slaughterer of a thousand hands, Peng Lianhu and the head of the banquet was the Jin sixth prince, Wanyan Honglie. At a corner of the table was a thickly padded grand chair, which sat superior virtue Lingzhi, who had a golden complexion and looked seriously injured.
Guo Jing laughed in glee, ”You ambushed Taoist Wang, so it serves you right, have a taste of your own medicine.”
The caretaker entered the room and bowed towards Liang Ziwong before handing him the note written by Wanyan Kang.
Liang Ziwong read the note, glanced at the caretaker and handed the note to Wanyan Honglie, ”Prince, is this written by little prince?”
Wanyan Honglie looked through the note and said, ”Yes, please follow what it says Mister Liang.”
Liang Ziwong turned behind and instructed a dwarf dressed in green, ”Go and take out five grams each of the medicine which little prince delivered today and give it to the caretaker.”
The dwarf nodded and followed the caretaker out.
Guo Jing whispered to Huang Rong, ”Let's go, these people here are too formidable.”
Huang Rong smiled and shook her head. A strand of Huang Rong's soft hair brushed pass Guo Jing's face and he felt a tickling sensation not only on his face but also in his heart. He didn't argue with her and jumped down. Huang Rong hurriedly grab his wrist, flung her body forward, locked her legs on the high wooden pole and gently released Guo Jing onto the ground.
Guo Jing was relieved, ”What a close shave, if I just jumped that like that, won't it alert the top fighters inside?” Guo Jing was not a veteran Jiang Hu traveler and tended to be careless at times.
The caretaker and the dwarf came out and Guo Jing followed behind them. He walked ten steps before turning around and saw that Huang Rong had done a somersault and was peering into the hall with her legs hooked on top and her head below. There was a light breeze, causing her white robe to float gently, the image looked like a blooming white lily amongst the darkness. Huang Rong glanced into the hall and saw that no one had notice her presence, she turned around and watched till Guo Jing's figure disappeared into the darkness before turning her attention back to what was going on in the hall.
Suddenly, Peng Lianhu turned around, and with eyes quick as lightning; he did a check on the windows. Huang Rong didn't dare look anymore, and only crouched near the window to hear what was going on. She heard a rasp voice say, ”Do you people think that Wang Chuyi turned up coincidentally or was it for a reason?”
A high pitched voice replied, ”No matter whether he has ill intentions or not, having being injured by superior virtue Lingzi would leave him dead, or at least crippled.”
Huang Rong glanced into the hall and saw that the person talking was Peng Lianhu, who was petite and had eyes that looked like lightning. She heard a clear voice laugh, ”We would hear of the seven sons of Quanzhen even when we are in Tibet. They really live up to their name, if it were not for superior virtue Lingzi's attack, we would have been defeated by him.”
A deep and rough voice answered, ”Mister Ouyang, you don't have to flatter me, both me and that Taoist priest are injured, there is no winner.”