Chapter - 470 The Great Army Heads West (5) (1/2)

Ouyang Feng looked up to the sky and said, ”It's daybreak. Let's go!” Pulling Huang Rong's hand they walked out the temple's door.

”Master Ke, remember the letter I wrote on your palm,” Huang Rong called out. They moved really fast, Huang Rong's last few words were heard from several 'zhang's away.

Ke Zhen'e stayed motionless for a long time. He heard flock upon flock of crows that came into the temple to feast on the corpse, so he leaped onto the roof to find his spear pole. Leaning against his pole on the roof again he stayed motionless for a while, thinking the heaven and earth are boundless, but what kind of place could a blind man like him call home? Then he heard the crows cried mournfully and they dropped to the ground one by one. Turned out those crows were feasting on Yang Kang's corpse and they were poisoned one after another. Ke Zhen'e could not help but heaving a long sighed. He jumped back down to the ground, wielding his spear he walked to the north.

On the third day suddenly he heard eagle cry high up in the sky. He thought that if the birds were close by, then Guo Jing must not be very far; therefore, he raised his voice and shouted in the middle of the wilderness, ”Jing'er, Jing'er!”

Not too long afterwards he heard hoof beats; it was indeed Guo Jing riding the little red horse coming toward him. He was separated from Ke Zhen'e in the chaotic battle the other night; this time he saw his master was well his joy was unspeakable. He did not even wait for the horse to stop; he jumped from the horseback and rushed to embrace his master, calling loudly, ”Da Shifu!”

Unexpectedly Ke Zhen'e slapped him left and right until his ears were red. Guo Jing was stunned, but did not dare to fend off. He let his master off his embrace. Ke Zhen'e continued to slap Guo Jing with his left hand, while his right hand slapped his own face until his own ears were red.

Guo Jing was confounded, ”Da Shifu, what happened to you?”

Ke Zhen'e viciously scolded, ”You are the little muddle-head; I am the old muddle-head.”

Dozens or so slaps later he calmed down and stopped. Both men's faces were red and swollen. Ke Zhen'e kept cursing Guo Jing and himself for half a day before finally he narrated everything that had happened in the temple.

Guo Jing was surprised yet happy, sorrowful yet ashamed, ”So that's what actually happened. I had wrongly accused Rong'er,” he thought.

”Tell me, don't we deserve to die?” Ke Zhen'e shouted. Guo Jing agreed, he also said, ”Disciple deserves to die; Da Shifu's eyes are not perfect, you cannot be blamed.”

Ke Zhen'e was angry, ”Damn it! My eyes are blind, is my heart also blind?”

Guo Jing tried to divert his attention, ”We must quickly think of something to rescue Rong'er.”