Chapter - 205 Divine Dragon Shakes Its Tail (8) (1/2)
”In the Central Plain Uncle Hero is invincible,” Ouyang Ke replied. ”As long as Uncle Hero shows mercy and did not come over here to bully the young and the weak, your young nephew has nothing to fear. My own uncle had instructed me that if I ever see Uncle Hong I should be respectful to you. He had warned me the difference between our skill levels; that Junior simply could not even touch you; that if I insist on trying I would be the laughingstock of all the heroes of the world.”
Hong Qigong laughed heartily and said, ”You flattered me and tried to prevent me from fighting you, but actually there are a lot of people in the Central Plain who wanted to kill you. I don't have to move my finger if I really want you dead. Earlier you said that you have seen my skills of stealing chicken, stroking dogs, begging for food and catching snake; and you belittled those skills, did you not?”
Ouyang Ke hastily answered, ”Your young nephew was not aware this old hero is Uncle Hong's disciple. It was very disrespectful of me. I beg Uncle and this old hero's forgiveness.”
Hong Qigong leaped down from the beam. ”You called him 'the old hero' but he was defeated by you. Aren't you the hero then? Ha … ha … aren't you ashamed?”
Ouyang Ke was angry, but knew his martial art was way too far below Hong Qigong; so he did not dare to say anything wrong. He suppressed his anger and did not make any sound.
”Your skills were imparted by that old Western Poison and you are thinking of running amuck in the Central Plain. Humph … do you really think I am already dead?” Hong Qigong said.
”Uncle holds the same rank of honor with my own uncle; Junior will have to listen to Uncle's instruction,” Ouyang Ke said.
”Is that so?” Hong Qigong said. ”You are saying that I put you on the spot; that the older bully the younger?” Ouyang Ke did not say anything, which was the same as agreeing to what Hong Qigong was saying.
”Even though the Old Beggar is the leader of all beggars; old and young alike, but not all beggars are my disciple,” Hong Qigong continued. ”This man surnamed Li had learned a superficial amount of my martial arts; how could he be regarded as my successor? His 'wandering strides' fist technique has not reached perfection. You belittled my stealing chicken and stroking dogs skill, humph … if the old beggar really takes a disciple, he wouldn't be inferior to you.”
”Naturally,” Ouyang Ke agreed. ”Uncle Hong's disciple would be much stronger than your nephew. But your martial art skill is too high; it wouldn't be easy for anybody to learn.”
”Your mouth is sweet,” Hong Qigong said, ”But I am sure you are scolding me in your heart.”
”Your nephew does not dare,” Ouyang Ke answered.
”Qigong, don't believe his lie,” Huang Rong quipped. ”He scolds you in his heart all right, and he scolds you really bad. He said although your martial art is not bad but it only benefits yourself; you don't have the ability to teach. Even if you teach your stealing chicken and stroking dogs skills to your heart's content, nobody would be able to learn it to perfection.”
Hong Qigong just stared at her. He snorted and mumbled, ”This little girl knows how to provoke me.” He turned his head and said, ”Good, huh? This kid dares to scold me?” Suddenly he stretched one hand; quick as lighting he snatched the folding fan in Ouyang Ke's hand. He unfolded the fan and saw some peonies painting, with two characters 'Xu Xi'. He did not know that Xu Xi was a poet from Northern Song Dynasty. Although the peonies were beautifully painted, he still said, ”Not good!” There was several lines of characters written on the fan, and at the end was a signature, 'bai tuo shan shao zhu' [Young Master of the White Camel Mountain]. It was Ouyang Ke's handwriting.
”What do you think of these characters?” Hong Qigong asked Huang Rong.
Huang Rong raised her eyebrows and said, ”Very crude. But what do you expect? A spoiled rich kid like him wouldn't know how to write. I bet he hired a pawnshop clerk to write those characters.”