Chapter - 1 Thinking of the Unforgettable Man Far Away (1) (1/2)

She heard that the music was mixed by the singing of birds and it seemed that the birds were singing along. Guo Xiang thought, ”According to mother there is a song called 'Empty Mountain and Songs of Birds'. But this song was lost for may ages, is it possible this is that song?”

The vast and mighty tour through Spring, is every year's winter yearning.

The season of the pear blossom is nearing. The white jade brocade is without wrinkles and smells fragrantly and is mesmerizing.

Snow is piling up on jade trees and jade petals.

The quiet night is deep.

The floating brightness is concealed through the clouds.

A cold steep is enough to melt the moon.

A dark silver fog illuminates heaven and earth. Her simple, natural but enchanting appearances mesmerizes me.

Even greater were her will and spirit.

She is like a bloom that exceeds other beautiful and fragrant flowers.

Her noble spirit is clear and pure, her immortal ability lies high.

She returns to the Jade palace and I can only see her from afar.

The author of this poem, Free from Mediocrity, was a famous martial arts expert from the southern Song dynasty. The name of this expert was Qiu Chuji, also known as the Everlasting One. He is one of the seven Masters of Quanzhen, and one of the most outstanding disciples of the Quanzhen School. Qiu Chuji wrote this poem after he met Xiao Longnü for the first time. She was a neighbour of Qiu for many years. At this time Qiu Chuji already passed away, and Xiao Longnü is the wife of the famous Condor Hero Yang Guo. Another girl was reciting this poem softly, in Henan province and on Mount Shaoshi. This young girl was about eighteen, nineteen years old and was wearing a cream yellow robe, she was riding on a mule and was proceeding up the mountain pass. She was thinking, ”Only someone like sister Long is fit for him.” ”Him” of course refers to Yang Guo.

After some time she softly recited, ”Union is bliss, parting is woe, Agony is boundless for a lovelorn. Sweet heart, give me word….

”Trails of clouds drifting forward, Amid mountains cupped with snow, Whither shall my lonesome shadow go?”

This girl carried a short sword and looked travel stained. She was a beautiful young girl who was supposed to be happy and untroubled but somehow, she looked unhappy, melancholic.