Chapter - 165 The Perfect Plan Was Just a Dream (6) (1/2)

”Humph,” Wu Qingying said, ”Does this kind of kid deserve me put forth my own hand to deal with? Zhen Jie, you belittle me too much.”

Zhang Wuji was not able to stop from shouting, ”Miss Wu, I also have a father and a mother; am I not a human? What do you think you are? Bodhisattva? A princess?”

Wu Qingying did not even look at him. ”Shige,” she turned toward Wei Bi, ”You let me receive the insult this little servant hurled at me without helping me?”

Seeing her loveable and hurt expression, Wei Bi's heart had melted early on. Although he was impartial toward the 'Xue Ling Shuang Shu', he knew perfectly well that his Shifu's martial art skill was incomprehensively deep. The skill he would expect to learn from him would be at most ten or twenty percent. If he wanted to master the peerless skill, there was no other way but to win his Shimei's favor. Thereupon he said to Zhu Jiuzhen, ”Biaomei, this little servant's martial art skill is not bad, is it? Would you let me test him?”

Zhu Jiuzhen understood he was trying to help his martial sister, but she had another thought, ”I don't know the origin of this servant kid surnamed Zhang. Perhaps it is not such a bad idea to let Biaoge compel him to reveal his foundation.” Thereupon she said, ”Alright. Let him receive instruction from the Wu family unique skill. Nothing could be better than that. This man, even I do not know which school's disciple he is.”

Wei Be was surprised. ”This servant kid's martial art skill did not come from your family?” he asked.

Toward Zhang Wuji Zhu Jiuzhen said, ”Why don't you tell Shaoye [young master] who your Shifu is, and which school he belongs to?”

”You despise me too much,” Zhang Wuji thought, ”How can I mention my parents' schools, and thus dishonor Taishifu and my departed parents? Besides, I have never seriously practiced Wudang Pai's martial art.” Thereupon he said, ”My parents passed away when I was a child, I wandered the Jianghu in destitute. I do not know any martial art, I only received a little bit of instructions from my father when I was little.”

”What was your father's name? Which school did he belong to?” Zhu Jiuzhen asked.

Zhang Wuji shook his head. ”I can't tell you,” he said.

Wei Bi laughed. ”With the three of us looking, can't we find it out ourselves?” he said. Slowly he walked to the center of the courtyard. ”Kid,” he said with a laugh, ”Why don't you try taking three stances of mine?” While saying that, he turned toward Wu Qingying and gave her a wink. His meaning was clear, ”Shimei, no need to get angry. I am going to beat this kid really bad to vent your anger.”

For someone in love, each word and each action, a frown or a smile of the beloved's would not escape attention. Zhu Jiuzhen was no different. She understood clearly the meaning of Wei Bi's wink. Seeing Zhang Wuji was unwilling to concede, she beckoned to him, calling him to come over and then in a low voice whispered in his ear, ”My Biaoge's martial art skill is very strong. You don't need to defeat him. As long as you can resist his three stances, you are giving me a lot of face.” Finished speaking, she patted his shoulder to show her encouragement.

Zhang Wuji knew he was not Wei Bi's match. If he conceded, he would unavoidably invite trouble and humiliation on himself, and brought nothing more than delight in these people's hearts. But standing in front of Zhu Jiuzhen, his mind was chaotic. Hearing her soft voice and gentle words urging him, and smelling her perfume, how could he think clearly? His only thought was, ”Miss orders me to fight. Even for a more difficult and dangerous task, I would risk my life to do it; what's the harm in receiving a few punches and kicks?” He absentmindedly walked toward Wei Bi and stood in front of him with a blank expression.