Chapter - 418 Long Flute, Short Lute, And Tan Clothing (5) (1/2)
”Is he [orig. lao3 ren2 jia1 – senior] all right?” Zhang Wuji asked.
”My acupoint is sealed by them …” Zhou Zhiruo said.
Zhang Wuji only cared about Xie Xun, ”How is Yifu?” he asked again.
”I don't know,” Zhou Zhiruo replied, ”I was captured by them and brought here. I don't know Yifu's whereabouts.”
Zhang Wuji laid her down on the ground and massaged several points on the joint of her leg. Who would have thought that Zhou Zhiruo's acupoint was sealed using a special technique and his massage did not show any result. Her feet were planted on the floor, yet she was unable to stand up; her knees bent and she sat back down.
All the beggars left their seats and stood on the steps in front of the courtyard. Shi Huolong cupped his fists and said, ”Are you the Zhang Jiaozhu of the Ming Cult, Sire?”
Zhang Wuji knew he was facing a leader of a clan, so he must not fail to show courtesy; immediately he cupped his fists in return and said, ”I don't dare. I beg Shi Bangzhu's forgiveness for breaking into your Clan's headquarters.”
”Zhang Jiaozhu's name has shaken the Jianghu in the past few years,” Shi Huolong said, ”It's like thunder … ringing in my ear, and today seeing the old chap's skill, which is really fierce, hey hey, my utmost admiration.”
Zhang Wuji said, ”I come recklessly and have become Shi Bangzhu's laughingstock. Where is my Yifu, Jin Mao Shi Wang [Golden-Haired Lion King]? Please let him, Senior, come out to see me.”
Shi Huolong's face flushed, and then he laughed and said, ”Zhang Jiaozhu is young, but your words are this bold. We invited Xie Shi Wang [Lion King Xie] with a good intention, to come … to drink a cup of wine, but not only Xie Shi Wang left without bidding us farewell, he harmed our eight disciples with heavy hands; damn it [orig. ta nai nai, lit. his granny; a curse phrase], how are we going to settle this business? Why doesn't Zhang Jiaozhu advise us on this?”
Zhang Wuji was startled, he thought, ”Those eight Beggar Clan disciples were indeed the victims of Yifu's heavy hands. It seems that he, Senior, is really not here. But where did he go?” Thereupon he said, ”What about this Miss Zhou? Why did your Clan hold her captive here?”
”This …,” Shi Huolong was startled.
Chen Youliang quickly interjected, ”I hear people say that although Zhang Wuji of the Ming Cult possesses a strong martial art, he is a barbarian little devil head who does not have any regard of reason … ha ha …”
”Why?” Zhang Wuji's face stayed calm and collected.
Chen Youliang said, ”I have witnessed it today; hey hey, as sure as the shadow of a tree, as plain as your name.”
”Why did you call me barbarian without any regard of reason?” Zhang Wuji asked.