Chapter - 419 Long Flute, Short Lute, And Tan Clothing (6) (2/2)

Suddenly Chen Youliang's voice was heard, ”Zhang Wuji, aren't you going to stop?”

Zhang Wuji turned his head only to see Chen Youliang had a sword in his hand, with the tip pressed toward Zhou Zhiruo's back. With a cold laugh Zhang Wuji said, ”For a hundred years the people of Jianghu say, 'the Ming Cult, the Beggar Clan, and the Shaolin Pai,' among the Jiao-Pai [cults and sects], the Ming Cult ranks first; among the Bang-Hui [clans and associations/societies] the Beggar Clan holds the highest honor. With your action, aren't you afraid of bringing disgrace on the prestige of Hong Qigong Laoxia [old hero]?”

”Chen Zhanglao,” Chuan Gong Zhanglao angrily said, ”Release Miss Zhou. We are fighting a life and death battle with Zhang Jiaozhu. The Beggar Clan is pouring out the entire Clan's power to face Ming Cult Jiaozhu one man. If we do this despicable act, will any of us still have face to live an honorable life?”

Chen Youliang laughed. ”Real men fight with wits and not with strength. Zhang Wuji, haven't you surrendered yet?”

”All right!” Zhang Wuji loudly laughed, ”Today Zhang Wuji experienced the Beggar Clan's impressive power.”

Abruptly he took two steps backward and flipped backward into the air; and when he fell back down, his legs landed on Shi Huolong's shoulders. His right palm laid flat on top of Shi Huolong's head, while his left palm grabbed the main artery on the back of Shi Huolong's neck. It was a stance from the martial art of Sheng Huo Ling, which was executed rather easily so that it surprised even Zhang Wuji himself.

His original intention was to take Shi Huolong by surprise with one of his weird moves. He had prepared three stances of the most difficult to be dealt with, combined with his lightning fast movement, to capture Shi Huolong. His only concern was that Chen Youliang would be truly cruel and merciless; perhaps he would really stab Zhou Zhiruo as soon as Zhang Wuji made his move. Who would have thought that he did not even need a single stance form the three fiercest stances he had already prepared, since Shi Huolong did not even attempt to resist and let himself be captured.

Zhang Wuji rode on Shi Huolong's shoulder just like a child riding on an adult. It was not the most elegant scene to behold, but since he had already gained control over the vital acupoints on the enemy's head, he was not willing to jump down and thus give the enemy a chance to take back control.

As they saw their Clan Leader was captured, the crowd of beggars cried out in alarm. Zhang Wuji's right palm laid flat on the 'bai hui xue' [hundred-meeting acupoint]; which was the intersection of the 'tai yang jing' [sun passage] and the 'du mai' [supervise artery]. It was the most important point on the human body. Zhang Wuji only need to tap it lightly, Shi Huolong's passages and arteries would be shaken and he would die violently; no medicine would be able to revive him.

Nobody within the Beggar Clan dared to move. From the clamoring noise of shouting and yelling, the main hall suddenly turned very quiet. All eyes were looking at Zhang Wuji and Shi Huolong; nobody knew what to do.

Right this moment, suddenly they heard the soft but clear sound of 'qin' [zither] and 'xiao' [flute, but not the modern traverse orchestral flute]. It sounded like there were several zithers and several flutes were being played together. The cheerful sound of music floated in the air, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes distinct, sometimes vague, but everybody was able to hear it clearly. Sometimes the music came from the east, another time it came from the west; nobody knew for certain from which part of the roof the sound of music came from.