Da Tang Shuang Long Zhuan Book 24 - Chapter 3 – Eight Moves to Break The Lotus

Book 24 Chapter 3 – Eight Moves to Break The Lotus

An Long waited until the edge of the Fan of Beauty, following a graceful angle, sweeping over approximately two cun away from his fat neck before as swift as a leopard cat he launched his extraordinary footwork, like a ghost or a demon he stepped into the blind spot on Hou Xibai’s left side, as if he was about to fall, but then suddenly standing erect again like a mountain. A smile appeared across his face as if he was amused with this child play, and said, “I wonder what kind of mischief is Xianzhi’s folding fan capable of doing? s.h.i.+ Dage has never used this kind of feminine thing, perhaps Xianzhi could be considered green surpa.s.sing the blue.”

Hou Xibai knew that An Long has always been like a dagger hidden within a smile; the more brilliant his smile, the more flouris.h.i.+ng his murderous intent. He folded his fan and opened it up again to create a gust of strong wind, and then he withdrew it toward his chest. Lightly flas.h.i.+ng away, from attacking he changed his move into defending, and then standing on the roof ridge, he smiled and said, “This is the Fan of Beauty, the fan is made of weaved ice natural silk, unafraid of saber and sword; the skeleton is made of forged refined steel, and put together with glue made of the sap of a thousand years oak, paying particular attention to ‘beauty, timely, light, elegance’. Under s.h.i.+ s.h.i.+’s order I created She Hua Bai s.h.i.+ [hundred styles to break flower], so it cannot be considered green surpa.s.sing the blue. However, to overcome Long Shu’s move, I hope it is more than enough.”

The smile on An Long’s face was getting bigger, but inwardly he was not without any vigilance. It should be noted that to overcome the limitation of his body type, he paid particular attention to painstakingly trained his footwork, so that he could rely on marvelous footwork, by exploiting the subtle changes of his fat body, by pretending to be falling face up and transforming weak point to his advantage, absolutely unafraid of the opponent using speed to overcome speed.

If Hou Xibai was trying to use swift shenfa and rapid fan moves in continuous wild attack, An Long was confident that he would be able to grasp the opponent’s changes within ten moves; then he would used the so-called ‘Lotus Step’ fantastic footwork, which he had trained to extreme saturation and had reached the pinnacle. Combined with his ‘Lotus Ring at the Center of the Sky’, he was confident he could send Hou Xibai to the Western Paradise within several moves.

Who would have thought that unexpectedly Hou Xibai suddenly understand clearly the key moment of changing offense into defense? The most formidable part seemed to be his fanning-the-flame-to-cool-it-down technique, with mysterious principle hidden within, in which he continuously ama.s.sing qi power, containing defense in the midst of offense. If An Long rushed to attack this moment, he would lose the profound principle of the ‘Lotus Step’, which put emphasis on ‘getting things done relying on others’. The subtlety within was difficult to describe.

Of course, it’s not that An Long was falling into the disadvantageous position, it’s just that he did not gain any advantage. Inwardly he thought that he had to either give up, or go through to the end. If he failed to kill this kid tonight, all his plans would be like a fetus dying in the womb. Because even if he had gargantuan guts, he did not dare to let s.h.i.+ Zhixuan find out from Hou Xibai’s mouth that An Long has become his personal enemy who killed his daughter, which would not be a laughing matter at all.

Blurting out laughing, he said, “Whatever name you use to call those fancy moves, they are no more than a few strokes of beauty looking at herself in the mirror, of jade maiden bending at the waist; come, let Long Shu have a taste of it.”

The fact was that it was because Hou Xibai was unable to grasp his ‘Lotus Step’ that he changed from offense to defense, but his murderous intent toward An Long also grew, so that his fellow disciple from the same master but different school, Yang Xuyan, would lose this strong backer.

Although s.h.i.+ Zhixuan was his ens.h.i.+ [benevolent master], he never really understood s.h.i.+ Zhixuan, and his conduct was really difficult to measure. If the ‘Immortal Print Scroll’ fell into anybody’s hands, it would be just a scroll of sc.r.a.p paper. But if either he or Yang Xuyan obtained it, it would be like a Buddhist become a Buddha on the spot, it would enable them to make a martial art break through that they yearned for in their dreams. Hence this time he abandoned everything and cooperated sincerely with Xu Ziling.

However, killing An Long was certainly easier said than done. But he had no choice but to try. At least An Long would not be able to intervene tonight, so that he and Xu Ziling could work together to get rid of the fated big enemy Yang Xuyan.

Although on the surface An Long looked unconcerned, and completely without any vigilance, the fact was that he did not show the slightest flaw, to the point of invulnerable, reaching the grand master realm of no-changes-in-response-to-ten-thousand-changes.

Hou Xibai laughed calmly and said, “Lotus Step in harmony with Lotus Ring, the Heaven’s origin without the heart, the lotus is without a ring either. Long Shu’s Tian Lian Zong’s xinfa created something out of nothing. Our Hua Jian Pai actually pursues nothing in the midst of something, brilliant moves paired with creative concept. How about Long Shu try it and take a look?”

No one saw him move, but suddenly he was only about three chi away on An Long’s right side, on the roof slope lower than An Long’s position, where the open fan happened to sweep across An Long’s fat waist.

It was originally an ordinary, nothing-special move, yet executed by Hou Xibai’s highly skilled hands, it became another thing altogether. Others lifted something heavy as if it was light, but he lifted something light as if it was heavy, as if the Fan of Beauty weighed a thousand catties, slowly and steadily sweeping toward An Long.

For the first time An Long held his smile back; he was unable to take his eyes off the opponent’s fan attack, which was difficult to tell whether it was light or heavy. It was not until the fan was about to arrive when the strong wind blew his clothes against his body that he finally swung his fist out.

‘Swis.h.!.+’ the fan closed; from heavy it turned light, floating as if it was weightless it lightly touched An Long’s iron fist, which carried a toppling-the-mountains-and-overturning-the-seas momentum.

With a stifled grunt An Long changed his fist into a claw, rapid beyond human comprehension it grabbed the Fan of Beauty, trying to s.n.a.t.c.h it away.

Hou Xibai laughed leisurely; his folding fan closed and then opened again. If An Long did not change his style, he would only scratch the surface of the fan. But An Long was indeed outstanding; unexpectedly, in that lightning-struck, flint-sparked instant, he changed his claw into a palm and struck the surface of the fan heavily.

‘Bang!’

Qi power collided.

An Long swayed, but Hou Xibai was jolted so that he flew out toward the edge of the roof slope. It appeared that An Long had gained the upper hand, but his face still did not show the slightest bit of smile. His eyes showed shocked expression, he spoke heavily, “Xianzhi, what kind of trick was that move?”

Remaining calm and composed, Hou Xibai replied indifferently, “Long Shu is willing to be this open-minded to ask, naturally Xiaozhi cannot but to answer it. This was the move ‘Qing Zhong Zhao’ [light and heavy move] from the ‘Po Lian Ba Zhao’ [Eight Moves to Break The Lotus], created by s.h.i.+ s.h.i.+; it lifts something heavy as if it was light, and lifts something light as if it was heavy, especially used to break Long Shu’s Lotus Step. Has Xuyan s.h.i.+xiong never mentioned it to Long Shu?”

An Long was so angry that he nearly vomited blood, thinking that his power was clearly more than a notch higher than Hou Xibai’s. But because the opponent was using some strange move to control An Long’s martial art, although he had the power, he had no way of using it. This anger was so hard to swallow.

Looking at martial art masters of the world, very few would be able to instill fear in An Long’s heart. Among those few, only s.h.i.+ Zhixuan, this demonic school’s out-of-this-world, crisscrossing-the-heaven talent, could make him feel deeply afraid. This moment he was even more regretful of being directly drawn into Hou Xibai and Yang Xuyan’s struggle over the Immortal Print Scroll, but it was already too late for regret.

Taking a deep breath, once again his face broke into a smile. Nodding his head, he said, “Good! Since s.h.i.+ Dage created it, how could An Long not experience it?”

He stumbled forward like a drunk, pressing toward Hou Xibai until he was about four chi away from him, before finally took the initiative to attack.

At the end of the stone steps there was a large stone cellar about two zhang square, with about a zhang and a half high ceiling. All four walls were full of Long Life Memorial Tablets, which was quite an ordinary place in a Taoist temple. What was unusual was the pa.s.sage leading into the room.

Although the air inside the cellar could be considered clean, it also felt damp. But the tablets lining up the wall created a ghostly environment, gloomy atmosphere, which brought a chill to the heart. On one of the corners was a red lantern, bathing the entire room in darkish red color.

A long, rectangular table was placed in the middle of the room, covered in black tablecloth that reached all the way to the floor, with the unconscious Cao Yinglong lay, safe and secured, on the table, but his chest was continuously heaving up and down.

If it were someone else, he would have s.n.a.t.c.hed Cao Yinglong away and brought him upstairs first before thinking about any further plan. But Xu Ziling felt something was really wrong. He had a faint feeling that there was someone else in the room. But the only place that this ‘someone’ could hide was under the table, inside the black tablecloth.

This moment he suddenly understood why the two Tall and Short Generals did not have one of them guarding the entrance to the cellar, because there was already someone in the cellar. Moreover, this person must be a martial art master with enough ability to guard Cao Yinglong. It was also extremely possible that this person was the one able to deal with Cao Yinglong. Otherwise, how could An Long still have spare time to pay a visit to Xie Hui?

In this way, An Long and Yang Xuyan were actually playing the ‘you hoodwink me and I cheat you’ game, each one with sinister design in his bosom.

Who could this person be?

All these thought flashed through Xu Ziling’s mind in the blink of an eye, but to the hidden enemy, Xu Ziling seemed to be thinking about taking a deep breath, raising a mouthful of qi, before s.n.a.t.c.hing Cao Yinglong and taking him away.

The ‘Fat Merchant’ An Long was moving around Hou Xibai, leaning to the left and tumbling to the right, sometimes rapid and sudden, sometimes heavy and slow. But whether his steps were as fast as the wind, or perhaps unhurried lotus pace, he was always flas.h.i.+ng toward the blind side, which was difficult for Hou Xibai’s attack to reach. Therefore, although Hou Xibai was able to use his Fan of Beauty to perfection, opening and closing indeterminately, creating screaming wind, but he was always a tad short of catching up with this Tian Lian Zong’s Zongzhu, so that he could not force him to fight hard even for one move.

But Hou Xibai was still putting up his usual confident and at ease, unconstrained appearance. He would suddenly press in and fight in close quarter, and then suddenly send a long distance attack, yet always appear like he was roaming around the edge of the blade with room to spare.

However, An Long was so certain that he was a strong crossbow; because he was a martial art master from Hua Jian Pai, he must never show weakness of appearing to be in difficult situation, even if he was about to be killed.

By this time, the two have fought for more than fifty moves. After thinking it over, he believed he already gained control over the overall situation, hence he laughed aloud and suddenly made his killer move.

An Long swiftly moved right in front of Hou Xibai; spinning around like a top, he drew his hands together like a lotus, qi power exploded into the air, shocking the eardrums, like the formless lotus flowers were blooming one by one, pressing toward Hou Xibai, mysterious principles hidden within, capturing people’s heart and soul, strange to the extreme point. Such a weird martial art was indeed horrifying. It could be imagined that if this martial art was used in a group war, it did not matter how many martial art masters were on the opposite side, they would be forced to deal with his offensive alone. No wonder that that day, although Fu Gongyou, who possessed deep knowledge of his formidability, had Rong Fengxiang and Zuo Youxian helping him, he was still willing to let him go.

Hou Xibai suddenly withdrew three chi back until he reached the end of the roof slope, where he stood upright and unafraid, spirited light burst forth from his eyes, as he moved with all his strength.

Since the fight started, he has been waiting for precisely this moment. The air all around him became incomparably scorching, as the qi power of initial lotus flower of the ‘Lotus Ring At The Center Of The Sky’ flew around his body and pressed on his back.

In general, upper-cla.s.s internal energy cultivation underwent many superficial changes but would not departure from the original stand, which was the method of cultivating the true qi within the body, the selection of how the power would break out, and meridians and acupoints through which it flowed, as well as how to subdue the enemy and generate victory.

The Tian Lian Zong’s ‘Lotus Ring At The Center Of The Sky’ was really a variant of innate true qi cultivation; the key secret was in the usage of the heart and the main meridians, feeling ‘the heart is like governing monarch, where the deities appear’, also ‘the heart is like pointed circle, the shape is like lotus pistil, with unusual orifice in the middle, only known by those with superior wisdom’. The name ‘Lotus Ring At The Center Of The Sky’ came from this. Coupled with incomparably complicated ‘move, shake, advance, retreat, twist, coil, flick, twirl, follow, cover, shoot, press, claw, slice’, more than a dozen types of finger method, pa.s.sing through the Taiyin, Yangming, Shaoyang, Taiyang, Jueyin, and various acupoints on both hands, releasing such a searing true qi in the shape of lotus pistil, able to burn, hurt, damage, and scorch the opponent’s channels, extremely insidious, the one and only within the demonic schools, there was no other.

However, although the potential was ferocious and overbearing, it consumed extremely large amount of true energy, the wear and tear would be difficult to sustain for an extended period of time. Therefore, even for someone of An Long’s caliber, unless he was forced into a situation where it was absolutely necessary, he would be unwilling to use the demonic-skill-big-method ‘Lotus Ring At The Center Of The Sky’, and it had to be under the circ.u.mstance where he had full confidence of success that he would use it to kill the enemy in one move.

To be able to force An Long to use the demonic school’s martial art that he stored at the bottom of his chest, Hou Xibai had enough reason to be proud of himself.

As long as one of ‘the Rings’ worked, An Long would immediately follow up the victory and press home the attack, by using some other killer move to deal with and injure the enemy’s channels.

In a flash, An Long’s pair of fat hands, which were cupped together like a lotus, sent out five bursts of lotus power, separately aimed at the top of Hou Xibai’s head, his back, the pit of his stomach, and his left and right flanks, five vital points.

Hou Xibai still maintained his confident and at ease, in-total-control manner. Suddenly he exerted his power to his feet, the roof tiles under his feet immediately shattered into small pieces, and his entire body dropped down. Although still could not evade An Long’s ‘Five Lotus Rings’, he managed to gain a split second buffer on the lotus flower pressing down on his head, while dodging all the other attacks threatening his vital points.

His folding fan opened, he used it to s.h.i.+eld his chest, while uttering a long chant, “Eight Methods to Break The Lotus use solid in place of empty.”

While saying that, the folding fan in his hand adopted a graceful, relaxed posture, while pus.h.i.+ng aside the cool air from his fan toward his own body; immediately his entire clothes flared up, whoos.h.i.+ng and floating lightly.

When Xu Ziling was about five chi away from the long table, he suddenly pushed with both hands. Cao Yinglong’s palms, while he was still lying on the table, left the tabletop and flew horizontally up.

Evidently this move was totally outside the person hiding under the table’s expectation, but it was too late to prevent it.

Xu Ziling made his move after deciding on the plan, while at the same time soaring above the long table, and tapped the tabletop with the tip of his toes.

The long table disintegrated like sand.

To his surprise, under the table was empty, but this moment he had no time to think. While he was about to rush over to catch the falling Cao Yinglong, a strange, inexplicable thing happened; Cao Yinglong shot up like a zombie, his eyes were half-open, half-closed, his feet did not touch the ground, both hands stretched out horizontally in front of his body, he soared to the air and pounced toward Xu Ziling. Inside the underground room, under the red light, it looked so eerie and terrifying.

Xu Ziling was greatly shocked. He was well aware that at least in term of shenfa, this enemy, who has not shown himself up, was definitely not inferior to either Wanwan or Yang Xuyan; martial art masters, experts in lightness skill, and his reaction was so fast and nimble that it has reached the extremely-shocking stage. Unexpectedly, the moment Xu Ziling moved Cao Yinglong off the table, he was able to move his body at the same time.

And apparently Cao Yinglong has fallen under some kind of spiritual sorcery under his hands, so that he could manipulate Cao Yinglong’s body.

This moment, Xu Ziling could not evade, but not dodging was not an option either. Even with his quick thinking, momentarily he was at a loss.

Fiercely clenching his teeth, Xu Ziling made a somersault, the tip of his two feet separately tapped the hollow of Cao Yinglong’s palms, and then, borrowing the reaction force, he soared to the top of the cellar, intending to have a glimpse of the enemy’s true ident.i.ty.

Who would have thought that from pouncing forward, Cao Yinglong suddenly flew face up backward, and like a marionette his fist shot forward, sending out a punch across empty air toward Xu Ziling. The man was now hidden underneath Cao Yinglong so that Xu Ziling was still not fated to see his face.

The wind from the punch surged over. If he took the brunt of it, even if he did not die, he most certainly would be seriously hurt. The most aggravating thing was that the person manipulating Cao Yinglong practically was not afraid that Xu Ziling would strike back. Therefore, every single move was an advancing, attacking move without any reservation to retreat. If he ever fell into disadvantageous position, the enemy would simply throw Cao Yinglong to the wall, or use some other similarly despicable method, so that when Xu Ziling was forced to save Cao Yinglong, he would seize the opportunity to make his killer move. Moreover, under current circ.u.mstances, it was practically impossible for Xu Ziling to change the development of this situation too much.

The only redeeming thing for Xu Ziling was that the opponent did not understand the ingenious usage of the true qi from the ‘Secret to Long Life’.

Just now, when one after another the tip of his feet tapped the hollow of Cao Yinglong’s palms, while he neutralized the enemy’s mostly yin and soft true qi, he seized the opportunity to inject his true qi into Cao Yinglong’s meridians like a pair of long and narrow probing and sampling utensils. Using a splitting-the-mountain-and-striking-the-ox method he probed what is true and what is false from the enemy via Cao Yinglong. It was an amazing method that in the present age, other than Kou Zhong, there was no third person who understood it.

First of all, he knew that the enemy did not have any connection to the orthodox and heretic schools and sects of the Central Earth’s Wulin. It should be noted that whether it was Wanwan, or even s.h.i.+ Feixuan, down to all martial art masters of various schools and sects who had fought with Xu Ziling, including Tujue’s masters like Ba Fenghan or Tiele’s masters like Qu Ao, whatever method they were using, everybody was still using the Eight Extraordinary Channels as the backbone. But the method of this invisible enemy’s internal power was another thing altogether; it did not flow through these main channels at all. Just like in calligraphy, the center stroke and the slanting stroke are distinguishable; hence the martial art was even more treacherous, weird and dangerous, so that it was hard to pin down.

The most shocking thing was that the ears, the eardrums, yuzhen, meichong, tianling, tianchong, fengchi, chengjiang, and various major acupoints on Cao Yinglong’s head were completely enveloped by this kind of yin and soft, as if they were sealed by this existing, yet non-existent, qi. If he forced his own true qi to open up Cao Yinglong’s blocked acupoints, when the two qi fought against each other, it might make Cao Yinglong’s brain suffer damage, and then he would become a useless person with no hope of ever recovering forever.

Such a terrifying gongfa that was able to seal cranial nerves like this, he had not even thought about before.

Who was this opponent? In the wake of the punch, in Xu Ziling’s eyes, Cao Yinglong’s body seemed to continuously grow bigger and bigger. Turned out the opponent was propping Cao Yinglong’s body from underneath and pus.h.i.+ng it toward Xu Ziling, so that the s.p.a.ce in which he would be able to evade was continuously getting narrower and narrower; it was extremely vicious.

This was the first time that Xu Ziling encountered such a cunning, hundred-changes, profound-mystery enemy. In desperate situation people became quick witted; arching his back upward to stick close to the ceiling, he breathed in a stream of energy, his middle finger swiftly jabbed down to hit Cao Yinglong’s fist.

It was the case of utilizing object to send out energy all along, the powerful yin force from the fist was neutralized by the finger wind. If the spiraling energy Xu Ziling put into Cao Yinlong’s body clashed against the enemy’s true qi, regardless of the outcome, the first to suffer damage would be Cao Yinglong. Therefore, as soon as the qi power reached the fist, Xu Ziling stopped and dispersed it horizontally. Immediately, Cao Yinglong’s body responded to the finger and flew sideways like a clump of clouds. Xu Ziling could easily see that the turn of events was far from good.

Sure enough, when Cao Yinglong’s head crashed against one of the walls, which was full of tablets and altars honoring great benefactors, a leg flew out from under his body; in a sudden thrust that caught the opponent off guard, it shot swiftly toward where Xu Ziling’s wrist was going to be. Accurate beyond human comprehension, the angle and timing were perfect, exactly the moment when Xu Ziling’s old force has just disappeared, but before the new force was generated.

‘Pow!’

Even with Xu Ziling’s fast reaction, he was still unable to evade the kick; he had no choice but to hurriedly raise his energy and take the opponent’s attack head on.

First, he felt sharp pain on the wrist being kicked, and then a surge of hard to describe qi power, fast as lightning, invaded his body; the pain and numbness spread into the meridians in his entire body. It was an unbearable feeling, comparable only to the dreadful state of having his entire body bitten by poisonous ants.

Xu Ziling still failed to see the enemy launching a sneak attack from behind Cao Yinglong’s body flying to the wall; he could only let out a miserable groan and fell down from the ceiling.

He did not know whether the enemy still had follow-up move, but from the small-sized boot and the slim foot kicking him, he knew that the enemy was a woman.

‘Bang!’

Xu Ziling fell heavily on the ground.