Chapter - 252 A Shiver of Sharks In the Big Waves (5) (1/2)
Clearly he remembered his late martial brother's death wish; that no one from Quan Zhen allowed to learn anything from the manual. Who would have thought that in order to teach Guo Jing he had to recite the text everyday, his hands moved to give a clearer explanation; unexpectedly the manual was ingrained in his mind. Even in his sleep he would dream about the manual; so unconsciously he cultivated his energy based on the text. Basically his martial art was already high; his understanding of martial arts theory was also profound, plus the Nine Yin Manual was created based on Taoist principle, which he had already learned all his life. Unwittingly the manual was interlinked with his own basic knowledge. He did not want to learn the martial art, but it was the martial art which came to him.
He vented off his frustration by shouting loudly, ”Bad! It's really bad! This is called once the ghost inhabits your body, you cannot drive it out. I wanted to play a big joke on Brother Guo; who knew that by smashing a big rock the debris hurts your own foot.”
He was depressed for half a day and kept knocking his own head. Afterward an idea came to his mind; he peeled off some tree bark and made a rope; then with his teeth he tied his own hands; muttering loudly, ”From now on, if I cannot forget the manual completely, I must not resort to violence toward anybody. Even if the Old Heretic Huang chases me, I cannot fight him; so that I won't disobey my martial brother's death wish. Ay, Old Urchin, Old Urchin, you reap what you sow!”
Of course Huang Yaoshi could not guess the reason, he only knew the Old Urchin was naughty and weird, so he simply said, ”Old Urchin, this is Brother Ouyang, which I believe you have met, this is …” Before he could finished, Zhou Botong had walked around them all, sniffing here and there; and then he laughed, ”This must be the Old Beggar Hong Qigong. I know. He is a good man. Heaven's nets do not miss; my stinky urine only drenched two people, the Eastern Heretic and Western Poison. Ouyang Feng, that time you fought with me, this time I soaked you with my urine; we are even now; nobody suffers any loss.”
Ouyang Feng merely smiled but did not say anything. He came close to Huang Yaoshi and whispered in his ear, ”Yao Xiong, this man's martial art is amazing; he's already surpassed both you and me. I think it best not to provoke him.”
Huang Yaoshi thought, ”We haven't seen each other for twenty years, how would you know my martial art is inferior to his?” To Zhou Botong he said, ”Botong, I have asked you over and over, I want burn the Nine Yin Manual as a sacrifice in front of my late wife's memorial. As soon as you hand it down to me, I am going to let you go. Where do you think you are going now?”
”I am tired of living on this island,” Zhou Botong said, ”I am going outside to take a stroll.”
”Then where is the manual?” Huang Yaoshi held out his hand.
”I have given that to you earlier,” Zhou Botong said.
”Don't talk nonsense,” Huang Yaoshi said, ”When did you give that to me?”
Zhou Botong smiled, ”Guo Jing is your son-in-law, is he not? Then he belongs to you, does he not? I have passed on the Nine Yin Manual from top to bottom to him; isn't that the same as giving the manual to you?”
Guo Jing was surprised, panicky he called out, ”Big Brother, this … this … you taught me the Nine Yin Manual?”
Zhou Botong burst out in laughter, ”So you think it was a fake?”
Guo Jing was dumbstruck, he looked like a fool. Zhou Botong was so happy. It was exactly for this moment that he was willing to spend innumerable effort to get Guo Jing memorizing the Nine Yin Manual; he wanted to see Guo Jing's expression when he found out that he did learn the Nine Yin Manual in spite of his refusal. Now that his goal was achieved, how could Zhou Botong be not happy as he was crazy?
”The first volume is always in your hands, but where did you get the second volume from?” Huang Yaoshi asked.
”Didn't your good son-in-law deliver it personally to me?” Zhou Botong smiled mischievously.