Chapter 31 – Half a pill of elixir, Part 7
Lu Wushuang turned her head back and said, “Still want to…”
Cheng Ying grabbed her arm, dragging her cousin along. The two people were already twenty or thirty feet away from them, and so Lu Wushuang didn’t get to finish her sentence.
Yelu Qi said, “Miss Guo, she was just lucky with that move. Actually, the two of you are equals.”
Guo Fu bitterly said, “Right. I was swinging my sword in an arc. Before I could hit her, she took advantage of the moment the strength on my sword was void. I didn’t expect someone who looked quite refined to be sly like that.”
“Hmm.” Yelu Qi made a sound. He was a straight person. Not wanting to falsely flatter her, he said, “Miss Cheng’s kungfu isn’t weak. If you fight with her another time, you can’t underestimate her as an opponent.”
Hearing him commend Cheng Ying, Guo Fu frowned darkly. She couldn’t bear it and so she said, “Did you say her kungfu was good?”
Yelu Qi replied, “Yes.”
Guo Fu angrily said, “Then don’t mind me. Just go, be with her.”
As she said that she turned around.
Yelu Qi said, “I advised you not to underestimate the opponent. I asked you to be careful. Am I helping you, or am I helping her?”
Now that Yelu Qi had explained that he wanted her to protect herself, Guo Fu couldn’t help but smile.
Yelu Qi continued, “Didn’t I help you get the sword back? Why are you still blaming me?”
Guo Fu turned her head back and said, “I’m not. I’m not. I’m not blaming you!” A happy smile filled her face.
Yelu Qi was delighted but suddenly he heard repeated roars from inside the hall, accompanied by the interminable sounds of metal clanking.
Guo Fu cried out, “Aiyo, let’s go quickly and take a look.”
Originally, while listening to Qiu Qianchi ramble on about decades-ago events she did not realizing that a crisis was looming, the more she listened, the more annoyed she became. So she slipped out of the hall and ran into the Cheng-Lu cousins and fought with them. Now that she heard the strange sounds, her thoughts were on her mother. She rushed back into the hall.
In the middle of the hall Reverend Yideng sat cross-legged, holding a string of Buddhist rosary beads in his hands and reciting Buddhist sutras. He had a gentle look on his face. Monk Ci’en paced back and forth in the hall and often let out a roar, which sounded incredibly wicked. His hands were shackled, but the chain that linked the two cuffs had already been broken. When the two parts struck against each other, a clanking sound echoed in the hall. Qiu Qianchi also sat in the hall, her complexion pale. She was already ugly but at this time she looked fearsome. Huang Rong and Wu Santong were standing in a corner of the hall, intensely watching Ci’en.
Ci’en had been pacing around in a fit of insanity, and beads of sweat dripped profusely from his forehead. White steam emitted from the top of his head, looking like white clouds. These clouds were growing denser. And the more he paced, the faster he became. Reverend Yideng suddenly used his inner energy to shout, “Ci’en, Ci’en, distinguish between good and evil. Have you meditated today?”
Ci’en turned dull, his body swaying. He threw himself on the floor.
Qiu Qianchi shouted, “E’er, quickly go help your uncle up.”
Gongsun Lu’E did as told. Ci’en opened his eyes and saw Lu’E’s face. In his daze, Lu’E’s beautiful face, with long eyebrows and thin lips, looked very much like his sister when she was young.
He cried out, “Third sister, where am I?”
Lu’E said, “Uncle, I’m Lu’E.”
Ci’en muttered, “Uncle… who is your uncle? Who are you talking about?”
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