Chapter - 469 The Great Army Heads West (4) (1/2)

”Who could memorize these mumbo jumbo sentences?” Ouyang Feng said, ”You don't have to confuse me.”

As she heard Ouyang Feng was not able to recite it from memory Huang Rong got a sudden inspiration. After contemplating it back and forth she came to a conclusion, ”He can't memorize it, so he must treat the manual as precious as his life.” She quickly said, ”All right then, take out the manual and read it to me.”

Ouyang Feng was determined to hear the explanation; immediately he took an oil-cloth package from his pocket, after opening three layers of cloth he produced Guo Jing's altered manual from it. Huang Rong was amused, ”Jing Gege wrote a whole bunch of nonsense, yet the Old Poison treats it as the most precious object.”

Ouyang Feng lighted a fire and found a half-burned candle from the worship table, with which light he started to read the manual, ”Hu bu er, ken xing duo de, si gen liu bu.”

”That means 'differentiate it well then divide it into twelve air passages',” Huang Rong said.

Ouyang Feng was delighted, ”Ji er wen hua si, ha hu,” he read again.

”Capable of healing various illness, gradually entering divine perfection,” Huang Rong said.

Ouyang Feng read, ”Qu da bie si tu, en ni qu.”

Huang Rong hesitated for a moment, shaking her head she said, ”Not right, you did not read correctly.”

”No, I read it correctly,” Ouyang Feng said, ”That is what was written.”

”That's strange,” Huang Rong said, ”How come it's so muddled?” Her left hand on her head, she pretended to be thinking hard.

Ouyang Feng was anxious. He stared at her, hoping she would find the answer quickly. A moment later Huang Rong exclaimed, ”Ah, I know! It must be that dumb kid Guo Jing writing it wrong. Let me see.”

Ouyang Feng was not afraid Huang Rong would steal it from him, he handed the manual over. Huang Rong held out her right hand to take the manual, while her left hand took the candlestick, pretending to examine the manual closely. Suddenly her feet kicked the ground; she leaped backward for more than a 'zhang' [10 feet/3 meter]. She held the manual within half a 'chi' [approximately half a foot] to the candle and shouted, ”Uncle Ouyang, this manual is fake, I'd better burn it down.”

Ouyang Feng was shocked, hastily said, ”Hey, hey, what are you doing? Quickly give that back to me.”

Huang Rong smiled, ”Do you want the manual, or my life?”

”What do I want your life for? Quickly give that back to me,” Ouyang Feng said. His voice was urgent, unusually anxious. His body leaned forward as if ready to strike anytime.

Huang Rong held the manual two more inches closer to the candle. ”Stop! I am going to burn this manual as soon as you move one more step, then you'll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Ouyang Feng silently agreed with what she said. ”Humph, you win,” he said, ”Put that manual down and go before I change my mind!”

”You are a grand master of your school, you must not go back on your own words,” Huang Rong said.