Chapter 67: with translation of chapter title

Characters: Zhou Shuo, Zhuge Qing, Wang Ye. Also Wind Lord's Mysterious Gate and Mysterious Gate Escape.

Characters: Zhou Shuo, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing. Also Wudang (mountain/sect), Wudang Sect, and Taiji Fist.

Characters: Zhou Shuo, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing. Also Wudang, Taiji Fist, and Human Immortal (cultivation realm).

Characters: Zhou Shuo, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing. Also Heavenly Bright Acupoint and Taiji Fist.

This Tai Chi is named after Tai Chi; Tai Chi is the state where yin and yang are undifferentiated, a chaotic whole. Though practicing Tai Chi, one must start from yin and yang, the Middle Way of yin and yang being Taiyi. In the human body, the kidneys are at the waist, the heart in the chest, and the sole spine lies central; thus, to issue force in Tai Chi practice, one must begin by training the spine, then refine the power so that yin and yang, hardness and softness, are balanced.

In just a moment Zhou Shuo saw much; this was not his cleverness but because Tai Chi is widespread and its principles very plain. With the boxing theory knowledge he had accumulated, he could already analyze it: the principle of Tai Chi resembles that of the Zongheng school. Those who practice Baihe manipulate yin and yang, opening and closing with the four seasons to transform all things; the Zongheng school, by reflecting and repeating, inevitably arises from this.

Not mentioning Zhou Shuo's focus on analyzing Tai Chi principle, Zhuge Qing, the white‑shirted, suspender‑pants youth with narrowly narrowed eyes who was being chased and struck by the yellow‑faced Daoist, retreated hastily under Wang Ye's fierce attack, then jerked back sharply to widen the distance, but he did not expect the yellow‑faced Daoist opposite to have anticipated this; as the Daoist waved his arms, his right hand touched Zhuge Qing's left hand, and the two were pulled apart.

"Great force." Zhou Shuo narrowed his eyes at the two pulled apart; although Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing had only just made contact, in that instant their power was like glue binding them together, and Wang Ye had already seized Zhuge Qing—what should that kid do?

Just as Zhou Shuo had thought, Wang Ye pulled with his right hand, and Zhuge Qing, stuck to his fist power, was involuntarily thrown toward him; yet this outstanding youth, as he approached, stomped his front foot hard, sank his waist and hips, opened his shoulders and bent his arms, not retreating but counterattacking, following the opponent's binding power he thrust his left elbow forward.

"What is this?" Zhou Shuo blinked as he watched Zhuge Qing suddenly unleash a flying iron elbow that sent Wang Ye flying; he did not recognize this fist method.

"Baji Quan." After taking a hard elbow, Wang Ye, blown far away, set his feet, looked up at his opponent, and his muttered words answered Zhou Shuo's question.

Characters: Zhou Shuo, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing. Also Baji Fist.

Just when Zhou Shuo wished he could go down and take their place, the two below, not knowing what evil had possessed them, exchanged a hard blow head‑on; then Wang Ye surged forward again, while Zhuge Qing did not dodge or avoid, taking a solid palm strike to his abdomen, and for a moment the two were locked in a stalemate there.

"Oh my god..." Zhou Shuo stood on the viewing platform, watching the two locked there as if engaged in an invisible wave clash, and he could not help but feel like going crazy—damn it, at first they weren't using any techniques, so why are they using them now?

Characters: Zhou Shuo, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing. Also Unfathomable Taiji Force.

"I..." Zhou Shuo wanted to swear; he had wanted to see techniques, but after seeing Zhuge Qing use a technique he regretted it, because aside from the spectacle being rather grand, he could not make out anything; however, sorcerers are always shrouded in clouds and mist—even if one knows the principles of Qimen Dunjia, without personal experience one cannot possibly know their subtleties.

Water pellets darting, earth and stone subduing, flames dancing, wood vines entwining—the sorcerers' combat is undoubtedly splendid, its visual effects far surpassing Hollywood blockbusters; the whole battlefield has been reshaped by the fight, yet Zhou Shuo is far from happy, for he understands nothing, seeing only that after a bout Zhuge Qing stood where he was, spat a mouthful of blood, exchanged a few words with Wang Ye, then pulled out a white cloth to wipe the blood from his mouth and, as an afterthought, raised his hand to concede.

Characters: Zhou Shuo, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing. Also Mysterious Gate Formation.

Characters: Zhou Shuo. Also Heavenly Acute Aperture.

Characters: Zhang Chulan.

Characters: Tang Wenlong and Tang Sect.

Characters: None. Also Spirit Summoning and General Dispatch.

Characters: Northeast Ma Family.

Characters: Deng Youfu. Also Immortal Family and Spirit Summoning and General Dispatch.

Characters: Feng Xingtong. Also Wind Family.

Characters: Feng Shayan, Western Jia Village, Jia Zhengliang, and Western Jia Family.

Characters: Western Jia Family.

Characters: Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, Feng Baobao, Ling, Zhang Lingyu, Feng Xingtong, Wang Bing, Feng Shayan, Jia Zhengliang. Also Wind Family, Western Jia Family, and Heavenly Master's Mansion.

"What a long time—gotta find something to do!" Zhou Shuo, thinking that there were still ten or twenty hours until tomorrow's match, involuntarily glanced askance, extended his hearing and vision outward, searching for Wang Ye's whereabouts; since he hadn't seen everything on the field, he could only go and ask for instruction in person.

Characters: Wang Ye and Zhou Shuo.

Characters: Ah Qing.

Characters: None.

Characters: none.

"Damn bastard, daring to hurt our A-Qing—find him and give him a good beating."

"Exactly, that damn old coot deserves a beating."

Looking at the three furious women, Zhou Shuo glanced askance; he hadn't expected that Zhuge Qing's charm was not shallow, and that he even had such brain‑dead fans. Indeed, not seeking him out was the right move—people with brain‑dead fans are not to be provoked—but having these Zhuge fans help saves him a lot of trouble.

Characters: Zhuge Qing.

"Hehe." Zhou Shuo, seeing a figure hiding in the grass, gave a smirk, then bent down, picked up a clod of earth, and flicked it away.

The yellow‑faced Daoist priest crouched in the grass was no slouch; when the earth clod came within three meters of him, this sallow‑skinned man, apparently still sleepy and dodging his nemesis the Wudang Daoist, sprang out of the grass like a fleeing rabbit; the clod struck the spot where he had been, shaking the grass.

"Wang Ye, Wang Ye is here." The yellow‑faced Daoist looked at the swaying grass, still unable to see who was attacking him; hearing a female voice nearby, his scalp went numb and he instinctively leapt into the woods, but his trail was already exposed to those brain‑dead fans.

"Damn." Zhou Shuo, seeing more than a dozen figures chasing into the woods, couldn't help but grin; he felt he had underestimated the brain‑dead fans' ability, as they even brought clubs and axes—what the hell are you guys up to!

"Old coot, don't run—you dared to hurt our A‑Qing, if you've got guts stand your ground." The panicked voice rang through the forest; Zhou Shuo looked at the youthful Daoist whose sallow face was already panting like a dog from being chased, and he couldn't help feeling indignant for him—what wicked deed has he done?

Characters: Zhuge Qing.

"A‑Qing is the Dao, A‑Qing is the principle, A‑Qing spat blood on the field—it's none of your business, whose business is it then?" The frantic voice showed no sign of letting up; the young Daoist also felt he was playing music to a cow, so he might as well stop explaining and just run off.

Zhou Shuo darted through the layered treetops, gazing down at the frenzied Daoist being chased below; he suddenly thrust his leg out, kicking the branch beneath him, then flashed his body and hid among a cluster of treetops. After a few breaths, he carefully pulled aside the leaves before him just a little, and saw a patch of green leaves in a treetop several dozen meters away trembling slightly.