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Hearing their Cult Leader issued a strict order everybody replied it loud voice. They stood up, unsheathing their weapons and moved into position. Zhang Wuji ordered, "Do not leave your position until I come back!"
The leaders were confused; they only felt slightly dizzy, certainly nothing else seemed unusual, why was the Cult Leader so alarmed? Zhang Wuji warned again, "No matter how uncomfortable you are, do not fight it with your inner strength; otherwise the poison will be difficult to neutralize."
The leaders were startled, "How can we be poisoned?"
Zhang Wuji's shadow swayed and in a blink of the eye he had already fled more than a dozen 'zhang's away. He felt horse would be too slow, so utilizing his 'qing gong' to the fullest he flew back to the Green Willow Manor.
He was very anxious, knowing the extent of the poison attack on Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng and the others. The poison would not flare-up in three quarters or an hour; but it was not like the 'xuan yin zhi' [black/mysterious finger, Xuan Yin Finger in Chapter 22], in which the treatment could be delayed for a long time. If he could not find the antidote soon, these people's lives would be in danger.
He flew over these twenty 'li's or so in a short moment. As he arrived at the Manor gate, he flew up like an arrow. The gate guards did not even see anybody entering the Manor, only a blur of a shadow. Zhang Wuji went straight to the garden in the back, towards the pavilion in the middle of the pond. He saw a lady wearing a light green silk gown; her left hand holding a cup, a book in her right hand, sitting quietly, reading a book and drinking tea. It was none other than Zhao Min. This time she was wearing female clothing. Upon hearing the sound of Zhang Wuji's footsteps she turned her head around and gave a faint smile.
"Miss Zhao, I need some flowers and grass from you," Zhang Wuji said. Without waiting for her to reply, his left foot kicked and he jumped from the pond bank to the pavilion in the middle of the pond. His body floated above the water like a dragonfly; while with his hands he pulled the seven, eight narcissus-like flower trees. As he landed on the pavilion, he heard several 'swish, swish' sounds, several tiny secret projectiles flew toward his face.
Zhang Wuji flicked his right hand and rolled the secret projectiles inside his sleeve. His left sleeve brushed away toward Zhao Min; Zhao Min slanted sideways to evade, only to hear a whistling sound. The gust of wind from the sleeve blew away everything on the table: teapot, teacup, fruit dish and everything else flew across the pond and shattered into pieces as they struck the flower trees on the other side.
Zhang Wuji stood up straight; he examined at the flower trees in his hand, and saw that each tree had a deep purple long root, and on these roots grew small beads the size of pearls, dark green like jadeite. He was delighted since he knew he had found the antidote; he put the roots in his pocket. "Thank you so much for the antidote, I am taking my leave now!" he said.
Zhao Min laughed and said, "Easy to come, but difficult to leave!" Tossing her book aside she drew a pair of paper-thin and frost-white daggers from the book; and thrust the daggers forward.
Zhang Wuji was concerned about Yin Tianzheng and the others' injuries, he was not willing to prolong the contact. His right sleeve brushed away and dozens of golden needles in his sleeve shot out toward her. Zhao Min evaded sideways and flew out of the pavilion. Her right foot stepped on the stairs and immediately she flew back in; dozens of golden needles fell into the water.
"Good movement!" Zhang Wuji praised. He saw her left hand in front of her body and her right hand behind, both daggers came slanting down on him. He thought, "This little girl's heart is so poisonous. If I did not know the Jiu Yang Shen Gong [the internal energy cultivated from the Nine Yang Manual] and did not read Wang Nangu's Book of Poison, today the Ming Cult would have fallen under her hand without knowing anything." Both of his hands reached out to grab her hands and snatch the daggers away.
Zhao Min's white wrist flipped suddenly, her pair of daggers swift as lightning slashed his fingers. Zhang Wuji did not exert his energy in this move, he was inwardly groaning. But his internal energy was profound, in reflex his fingers moved and although he failed in snatching the dagger away, he managed to strike the acupoints on her wrists. Once again she flicked her wrists and the daggers flew out from her hands. Zhang Wuji leaned his head sideways to evade. 'Bang, bang!' The daggers struck the pavilion's wooden pillar with such a force that they stuck on the wood and vibrated continuously.
Zhang Wuji was stunned; speaking about martial art skill, she could not be compared to Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, Wei Yixiao and the others, but in term of alertness and quick-thinking, her reflex was very fast. Even though her daggers repeatedly missed their target, they would have been able to injure the opponent in the end. If early on he erroneously thought that he managed to disarm her and was not moving quick enough, then his life would have been gone by now.
As the pair of daggers flew out of her hands, Zhao Min's right wrist flipped again and she quickly snatched the wooden Yitian Sword from the table. She thrust the sword, still inside its sheath, toward Zhang Wuji's waist, without drawing the sword out.
Using two of his left hand fingers Zhang Wuji attacked the 'jian zhen xue' [shoulder chaste acupoint] on her left shoulder. As Zhao Min leaned her head sideways to evade, his right hand stretched out, using a marvelous movement from 'qian kun da nuo yi' he snatched the wooden sword.
Zhao Min withdrew to the steps; she laughed softly and said, "Master Zhang, what kind of martial art was that? Was it 'qian kun da nuo yi' divine skill? I think there is nothing special about it."
Zhang Wuji opened up his left palm; revealing a pearl head ornament still gently shaking. It was the head ornament Zhao Min wore on the side of her head. Zhao Min's face changed slightly; Zhang Wuji was able to snatch the hair ornament on her temple without her feeling anything. If when taking the ornament he slightly touched the left hand 'tai yang xue' [sun acupoint] on her head, then her little life would have been gone. But she was quick to think and she smiled. "If you like that pearl flower, then I'll gladly give it to you; you don't have to snatch it away from me," she said.
Zhang Wuji was slightly embarrassed by her words; his left hand waved, tossing the pearl ornament back to her. "I'll return it to you!" he said. Turning his body he was about to leave the pavilion.
Zhao Min held out her hand to take the head ornament. "Wait a minute!" she called out.
Zhang Wuji turned around. "Why did you steal two of the biggest pearls?" she said with a smile.
"You are talking nonsense, I don't have time to joke around with you," Zhang Wuji said.
Zhao Min lifted the head ornament high and with a stern voice said, "Look here, aren't two of the pearls missing?"
Zhang Wuji shot a glance and he noticed two golden threads without any pearl on them. He knew she must have had taken those pearls herself; she wanted to lure him to come back so that she could carry out some other dirty trick. "Humph," he snorted, ignoring her.
Zhao Min pressed the edge of the table with her hand and sternly said, "Zhang Wuji, I dare you to come within three steps of me."
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Hearing their Cult Leader issued a strict order everybody replied it loud voice. They stood up, unsheathing their weapons and moved into position. Zhang Wuji ordered, "Do not leave your position until I come back!"
The leaders were confused; they only felt slightly dizzy, certainly nothing else seemed unusual, why was the Cult Leader so alarmed? Zhang Wuji warned again, "No matter how uncomfortable you are, do not fight it with your inner strength; otherwise the poison will be difficult to neutralize."
The leaders were startled, "How can we be poisoned?"
Zhang Wuji's shadow swayed and in a blink of the eye he had already fled more than a dozen 'zhang's away. He felt horse would be too slow, so utilizing his 'qing gong' to the fullest he flew back to the Green Willow Manor.
He was very anxious, knowing the extent of the poison attack on Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng and the others. The poison would not flare-up in three quarters or an hour; but it was not like the 'xuan yin zhi' [black/mysterious finger, Xuan Yin Finger in Chapter 22], in which the treatment could be delayed for a long time. If he could not find the antidote soon, these people's lives would be in danger.
He flew over these twenty 'li's or so in a short moment. As he arrived at the Manor gate, he flew up like an arrow. The gate guards did not even see anybody entering the Manor, only a blur of a shadow. Zhang Wuji went straight to the garden in the back, towards the pavilion in the middle of the pond. He saw a lady wearing a light green silk gown; her left hand holding a cup, a book in her right hand, sitting quietly, reading a book and drinking tea. It was none other than Zhao Min. This time she was wearing female clothing. Upon hearing the sound of Zhang Wuji's footsteps she turned her head around and gave a faint smile.
"Miss Zhao, I need some flowers and grass from you," Zhang Wuji said. Without waiting for her to reply, his left foot kicked and he jumped from the pond bank to the pavilion in the middle of the pond. His body floated above the water like a dragonfly; while with his hands he pulled the seven, eight narcissus-like flower trees. As he landed on the pavilion, he heard several 'swish, swish' sounds, several tiny secret projectiles flew toward his face.
Zhang Wuji flicked his right hand and rolled the secret projectiles inside his sleeve. His left sleeve brushed away toward Zhao Min; Zhao Min slanted sideways to evade, only to hear a whistling sound. The gust of wind from the sleeve blew away everything on the table: teapot, teacup, fruit dish and everything else flew across the pond and shattered into pieces as they struck the flower trees on the other side.
Zhang Wuji stood up straight; he examined at the flower trees in his hand, and saw that each tree had a deep purple long root, and on these roots grew small beads the size of pearls, dark green like jadeite. He was delighted since he knew he had found the antidote; he put the roots in his pocket. "Thank you so much for the antidote, I am taking my leave now!" he said.
Zhao Min laughed and said, "Easy to come, but difficult to leave!" Tossing her book aside she drew a pair of paper-thin and frost-white daggers from the book; and thrust the daggers forward.
Zhang Wuji was concerned about Yin Tianzheng and the others' injuries, he was not willing to prolong the contact. His right sleeve brushed away and dozens of golden needles in his sleeve shot out toward her. Zhao Min evaded sideways and flew out of the pavilion. Her right foot stepped on the stairs and immediately she flew back in; dozens of golden needles fell into the water.
"Good movement!" Zhang Wuji praised. He saw her left hand in front of her body and her right hand behind, both daggers came slanting down on him. He thought, "This little girl's heart is so poisonous. If I did not know the Jiu Yang Shen Gong [the internal energy cultivated from the Nine Yang Manual] and did not read Wang Nangu's Book of Poison, today the Ming Cult would have fallen under her hand without knowing anything." Both of his hands reached out to grab her hands and snatch the daggers away.
Zhao Min's white wrist flipped suddenly, her pair of daggers swift as lightning slashed his fingers. Zhang Wuji did not exert his energy in this move, he was inwardly groaning. But his internal energy was profound, in reflex his fingers moved and although he failed in snatching the dagger away, he managed to strike the acupoints on her wrists. Once again she flicked her wrists and the daggers flew out from her hands. Zhang Wuji leaned his head sideways to evade. 'Bang, bang!' The daggers struck the pavilion's wooden pillar with such a force that they stuck on the wood and vibrated continuously.
Zhang Wuji was stunned; speaking about martial art skill, she could not be compared to Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, Wei Yixiao and the others, but in term of alertness and quick-thinking, her reflex was very fast. Even though her daggers repeatedly missed their target, they would have been able to injure the opponent in the end. If early on he erroneously thought that he managed to disarm her and was not moving quick enough, then his life would have been gone by now.
As the pair of daggers flew out of her hands, Zhao Min's right wrist flipped again and she quickly snatched the wooden Yitian Sword from the table. She thrust the sword, still inside its sheath, toward Zhang Wuji's waist, without drawing the sword out.
Using two of his left hand fingers Zhang Wuji attacked the 'jian zhen xue' [shoulder chaste acupoint] on her left shoulder. As Zhao Min leaned her head sideways to evade, his right hand stretched out, using a marvelous movement from 'qian kun da nuo yi' he snatched the wooden sword.
Zhao Min withdrew to the steps; she laughed softly and said, "Master Zhang, what kind of martial art was that? Was it 'qian kun da nuo yi' divine skill? I think there is nothing special about it."
Zhang Wuji opened up his left palm; revealing a pearl head ornament still gently shaking. It was the head ornament Zhao Min wore on the side of her head. Zhao Min's face changed slightly; Zhang Wuji was able to snatch the hair ornament on her temple without her feeling anything. If when taking the ornament he slightly touched the left hand 'tai yang xue' [sun acupoint] on her head, then her little life would have been gone. But she was quick to think and she smiled. "If you like that pearl flower, then I'll gladly give it to you; you don't have to snatch it away from me," she said.
Zhang Wuji was slightly embarrassed by her words; his left hand waved, tossing the pearl ornament back to her. "I'll return it to you!" he said. Turning his body he was about to leave the pavilion.
Zhao Min held out her hand to take the head ornament. "Wait a minute!" she called out.
Zhang Wuji turned around. "Why did you steal two of the biggest pearls?" she said with a smile.
"You are talking nonsense, I don't have time to joke around with you," Zhang Wuji said.
Zhao Min lifted the head ornament high and with a stern voice said, "Look here, aren't two of the pearls missing?"
Zhang Wuji shot a glance and he noticed two golden threads without any pearl on them. He knew she must have had taken those pearls herself; she wanted to lure him to come back so that she could carry out some other dirty trick. "Humph," he snorted, ignoring her.
Zhao Min pressed the edge of the table with her hand and sternly said, "Zhang Wuji, I dare you to come within three steps of me."
Hearing their Cult Leader issued a strict order everybody replied it loud voice. They stood up, unsheathing their weapons and moved into position. Zhang Wuji ordered, "Do not leave your position until I come back!"The leaders were confused; they only felt slightly dizzy, certainly nothing else seemed unusual, why was the Cult Leader so alarmed? Zhang Wuji warned again, "No matter how uncomfortable you are, do not fight it with your inner strength; otherwise the poison will be difficult to neutralize."The leaders were startled, "How can we be poisoned?"Zhang Wuji's shadow swayed and in a blink of the eye he had already fled more than a dozen 'zhang's away. He felt horse would be too slow, so utilizing his 'qing gong' to the fullest he flew back to the Green Willow Manor.He was very anxious, knowing the extent of the poison attack on Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng and the others. The poison would not flare-up in three quarters or an hour; but it was not like the 'xuan yin zhi' black/mysterious finger, Xuan Yin Finger in Chapter 22, in which the treatment could be delayed for a long time. If he could not find the antidote soon, these people's lives would be in danger.He flew over these twenty 'li's or so in a short moment. As he arrived at the Manor gate, he flew up like an arrow. The gate guards did not even see anybody entering the Manor, only a blur of a shadow. Zhang Wuji went straight to the garden in the back, towards the pavilion in the middle of the pond. He saw a lady wearing a light green silk gown; her left hand holding a cup, a book in her right hand, sitting quietly, reading a book and drinking tea. It was none other than Zhao Min. This time she was wearing female clothing. Upon hearing the sound of Zhang Wuji's footsteps she turned her head around and gave a faint smile."Miss Zhao, I need some flowers and grass from you," Zhang Wuji said. Without waiting for her to reply, his left foot kicked and he jumped from the pond bank to the pavilion in the middle of the pond. His body floated above the water like a dragonfly; while with his hands he pulled the seven, eight narcissus-like flower trees. As he landed on the pavilion, he heard several 'swish, swish' sounds, several tiny secret projectiles flew toward his face.Zhang Wuji flicked his right hand and rolled the secret projectiles inside his sleeve. His left sleeve brushed away toward Zhao Min; Zhao Min slanted sideways to evade, only to hear a whistling sound. The gust of wind from the sleeve blew away everything on the table: teapot, teacup, fruit dish and everything else flew across the pond and shattered into pieces as they struck the flower trees on the other side.Zhang Wuji stood up straight; he examined at the flower trees in his hand, and saw that each tree had a deep purple long root, and on these roots grew small beads the size of pearls, dark green like jadeite. He was delighted since he knew he had found the antidote; he put the roots in his pocket. "Thank you so much for the antidote, I am taking my leave now!" he said.Zhao Min laughed and said, "Easy to come, but difficult to leave!" Tossing her book aside she drew a pair of paper-thin and frost-white daggers from the book; and thrust the daggers forward.Zhang Wuji was concerned about Yin Tianzheng and the others' injuries, he was not willing to prolong the contact. His right sleeve brushed away and dozens of golden needles in his sleeve shot out toward her. Zhao Min evaded sideways and flew out of the pavilion. Her right foot stepped on the stairs and immediately she flew back in; dozens of golden needles fell into the water."Good movement!" Zhang Wuji praised. He saw her left hand in front of her body and her right hand behind, both daggers came slanting down on him. He thought, "This little girl's heart is so poisonous. If I did not know the Jiu Yang Shen Gong the internal energy cultivated from the Nine Yang Manual and did not read Wang Nangu's Book of Poison, today the Ming Cult would have fallen under her hand without knowing anything." Both of his hands reached out to grab her hands and snatch the daggers away.Zhao Min's white wrist flipped suddenly, her pair of daggers swift as lightning slashed his fingers. Zhang Wuji did not exert his energy in this move, he was inwardly groaning. But his internal energy was profound, in reflex his fingers moved and although he failed in snatching the dagger away, he managed to strike the acupoints on her wrists. Once again she flicked her wrists and the daggers flew out from her hands. Zhang Wuji leaned his head sideways to evade. 'Bang, bang!' The daggers struck the pavilion's wooden pillar with such a force that they stuck on the wood and vibrated continuously.Zhang Wuji was stunned; speaking about martial art skill, she could not be compared to Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, Wei Yixiao and the others, but in term of alertness and quick-thinking, her reflex was very fast. Even though her daggers repeatedly missed their target, they would have been able to injure the opponent in the end. If early on he erroneously thought that he managed to disarm her and was not moving quick enough, then his life would have been gone by now.As the pair of daggers flew out of her hands, Zhao Min's right wrist flipped again and she quickly snatched the wooden Yitian Sword from the table. She thrust the sword, still inside its sheath, toward Zhang Wuji's waist, without drawing the sword out.Using two of his left hand fingers Zhang Wuji attacked the 'jian zhen xue' shoulder chaste acupoint on her left shoulder. As Zhao Min leaned her head sideways to evade, his right hand stretched out, using a marvelous movement from 'qian kun da nuo yi' he snatched the wooden sword.Zhao Min withdrew to the steps; she laughed softly and said, "Master Zhang, what kind of martial art was that? Was it 'qian kun da nuo yi' divine skill? I think there is nothing special about it."Zhang Wuji opened up his left palm; revealing a pearl head ornament still gently shaking. It was the head ornament Zhao Min wore on the side of her head. Zhao Min's face changed slightly; Zhang Wuji was able to snatch the hair ornament on her temple without her feeling anything. If when taking the ornament he slightly touched the left hand 'tai yang xue' sun acupoint on her head, then her little life would have been gone. But she was quick to think and she smiled. "If you like that pearl flower, then I'll gladly give it to you; you don't have to snatch it away from me," she said.Zhang Wuji was slightly embarrassed by her words; his left hand waved, tossing the pearl ornament back to her. "I'll return it to you!" he said. Turning his body he was about to leave the pavilion.Zhao Min held out her hand to take the head ornament. "Wait a minute!" she called out.Zhang Wuji turned around. "Why did you steal two of the biggest pearls?" she said with a smile."You are talking nonsense, I don't have time to joke around with you," Zhang Wuji said.Zhao Min lifted the head ornament high and with a stern voice said, "Look here, aren't two of the pearls missing?"Zhang Wuji shot a glance and he noticed two golden threads without any pearl on them. He knew she must have had taken those pearls herself; she wanted to lure him to come back so that she could carry out some other dirty trick. "Humph," he snorted, ignoring her.Zhao Min pressed the edge of the table with her hand and sternly said, "Zhang Wuji, I dare you to come within three steps of me."
