Chapter - 217 Scriptures of the (9) (1/2)

Suddenly that old man's eyes opened. His eyes were bright and twinkling. He smiled faintly and asked, ”Which one of the Quan Zhen Seven Masters is your master?”

Guo Jing saw his countenance was kind, he was put at ease. He stood up and bowed respectfully, ”Disciple Guo Jing pays his respect to Senior. I am the disciple of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan.”

That old man seemed surprised. ”Seven Heroes of Jiangnan? Is that Ke Zhen'E and the others? How could they teach you the internal energy cultivation of Quan Zhen Sect?” he asked.

”Actually, Venerable Dan Yang, Taoist Priest Ma had spent two years teaching disciple, but he had not included me inside the Quan Zhen Sect's gate and wall,” Guo Jing answered.

That old man laughed heartily and then made faces. He looked so funny, like a child playing jokes. ”So that's how it is” he said, ”How did you come to the Peach Blossom Island?”

”Master Huang told me to come,” replied Guo Jing.

The old man's face suddenly changed, ”What for?” he asked.

”Disciple had offended Master Huang,” Guo Jing answered. ”I come here to accept my fate.”

”Are you telling the truth?” the old man asked.

”Disciple does not dare to lie,” answered Guo Jing.

The old man nodded, ”Very good! Sit down!” he commanded.

Guo Jing sat on a big rock. Now he could see clearly that the old man was sitting inside a cave on the rock wall.

”Other than your Masters who had taught you martial arts?” the old man asked again.

”The Nine-fingered Divine Beggar, Benevolent Master Hong …” Guo Jing said.

The old man's face changed again, it was so weird, like he was going to smile but restrained himself. ”Hong Qigong also taught you martial art?” he interrupted.

”Yes,” replied Guo Jing. ”Benevolent Master Hong taught me the '18 Dragon-Subduing Palms'.”

The old man's face showed happiness and envy at the same time, ”You know '18 Dragon-Subduing Palms'? This martial art is so amazing. How about teaching me that? I will take you as my master.” But then he shook his head and said, ”Won't do! Won't do! As the Old Hong's disciple your energy must not that strong. Did Old Beggar Hong teach you internal energy?”

”He did not,” answered Guo Jing truthfully.

The old man looked up and thought aloud, ”He looks so young. Even if he cultivated his internal energy inside his mother's womb, that would at most 18, 19 years worth of internal energy. How could he resist the flute sound, while I could not?” He was deep in thought for a moment; then he looked at Guo Jing from top to bottom and again from bottom to top. He stretched his right palm and said, ”Push my palm; I want to test your martial art.”