ooler, but firstly, the dungeon had no ventilation, and secondly, it had always been overly humid, it was simply a different type of misery for its occupant. Everyday Linghu Chong would strip as much clothing as he could and sleep on the steel plate half-naked. Whenever he moved his hand, he would feel the carved characters on the steel plate. As days went by, he had memorized many of the words and sentences unconsciously. One day when he was wondering where his Master, Master-Wife and Little Apprentice Sister might be and whether they ad returned to Mount Huashan, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming toward him. This time, the sound was quick and light, completely different from the sound made by the old man who delivered food. After spending many days locked inside, he had not been as anxiously looking forward to a rescuer, so when he suddenly heard the sound of a different set of footsteps, the feeling of surprise and joy instantly welled up his heart. He had wanted to leap to his foot, but the ecstasy was so strong and overwhelming, he suddenly lost all his strength and could only lie still on the bed not able to move a muscle. The sound of footsteps quickly approached the iron-door.

A voice came from outside the iron-door, “Mr. Ren, it has been very hot in the last coupon of days. May I ask if you still enjoy your good health?”

From the sound of the speech, Linghu Chong recognizes the speaker as Mr. Black-White. If Mr Black-White had come to his cell a month before, Linghu Chong would have shouted abuses and swore visciously at him. However, having spent quite some time being imprisoned, his anger had greatly disappeared and he was able to think calmly. He thought “Why does he call me Mr. Ren? Has he gotten the prison cells mixed up?” Immediately, he kept silent and only listened to Mr. Black-White who continued “Every two months, I come and ask you the same question. Today is the first day of July so please let me ask again. Would you agree to my request?” Mr. Black-White asked this question very respectfully. Linghu Chong secretly laughed and thought “Mr. Black-White really got the wrong prison cell and thinks I am Senior Ren. How did it happen?” Immediately, his heart turned cold when he thought “Among the Jiang-nan four play fellows, Mr. Black-White is the most meticulous. If this person were Mr. Bald-Brush or Mr. Paint, it’s possible that they could get the wrong prison cell. But how can Mr. Black-White actually make such a mistake. There must be a reason behind this.” Therefore, he still kept slient while Mr. Black-White said, “Venerable Ren, you are a great hero. Why do you choose to languish and decay in an underground prison? If you consent to my request, I will keep my promise and help you get out of this prison.” Hearing this, Linghu Chong’s heart thumped madly and innumerable thoughts raced through his mind “Mr. Black-White comes by himself to ask a request, but I don’t have any clues what his intentions are.” Mr Black-White asked again “Venerable Ren, will you consent to my request?”

Linghu Chong knew that this currently may be the opportunity to get out of his trouble. He doesn’t know why he is inexplicably stranded in this jail cell. He doesn’t know what Mr. Black-White is after or what his intentions are. For fear that Mr. Black-White may recognize his voice and to see what kind of opportunity might present itself, he held his tongue and kept silent.

Mr. Black-White sighed and said, “Venerable Ren, how can you not make a sound? Previously, when that boy surnamed Feng came to compare sword skills with you, with great kindness, you kept my requests and visits secret. I thought that sword fight might have aroused great heroic feelings in your heart. Outside, the world is broad and alive. Once, you leave this dark prison cell, nobody in the world, male or female, old or young would dare defy you and the world would be yours for the taking. Wouldn’t that be very satisfying rather than rotting in his jail cell? Why do you stubbornly keep refusing me for 12 years?”

Linghu Chong felt that Mr. Black-White seems to sincerely believe that he is addressing Senior Ren. He was more puzzled in his heart and wondered what this matter was that Mr. Black-White wants consent for. Linghu Chong desired to learn more details about the matter but he was also anxious that if he revealed himself, the situation could turn bad immediately and thus, dared not make a sound.

Mr. Black-White continued, “Old gentleman Ren, you are indeed very tenacious, I’ll be back again in two months. Goodbye.” Suddenly, with a gentle smile, he added “Today, unlike other times, you did not scold me, it looks like you may be thinking more favorably towards my request. I will come back in two months time to ask you to consider my request again.” Saying this, Mr. Black-White turned around to go to the exit. Linghu Chong became quite worried when he thought Mr. Black-White would not come back for 2 months once he quite the underground. A day in this dark prison seemed like a year for him already, how can he bear to wait 2 months? He waited for Mr. Black-White to take several steps away, and then clears his throat and said in a thick voice “What matter do you ask me to consent?”

Mr. Black-White turns around immediately and came quickly to the square hole in front of the prison door and said tremblingly “You…. You are willing to consent?”

Linghu Chong turned around to the wall, put the palm of his hand on mouth and said in a muffled voice: “What matter do you want to me consent to?”

Mr. Black-White answered, “For 12 years, I have taken a lot of risk visiting you 6 times a year to earnestly request the same matter. How could Mr. Ren not know already what I am requesting?”

Linghu Chong let out a humph and muttered, “I have forgotten.” Mr. Black-White replied, “I asked Senior to teach me your great Qi-Gong method fully and in exchange promised to help you escape from prison.”

Linghu Chong deliberated, “Has he really mistaken me for Senior Ren? Or is this a clever trick that he is pulling with me? I am not sure what he really means and must think for a while.” Thinking this, Linghu Chong mumbled something indistinct. Mr. Black-White naturally could not understand the reply so asked repeatedly “Does Senior consent? Does Senior consent?”

Linghu Chong asked, “How can I trust you to keep your word in this arrangement?”

Mr. Black-White asked in reply, “What will serve as a guarantee for Senior to believe my words?”

Linghu Chong said, “We must have an agreement.”

Mr. Black-White answered, “Senior is worried that after teaching me this big method, I will break my promise and not let you escape, right? Senior must put your trust in my arrangment.”

Linghu Chong asked, “What kind of arrangement?”

Mr. Black-White asked in return with evident surprise and pleasure, “So, Senior have consented?”

Linghu Chong thought very quickly, “He asked if I will pass him the big way method. How do I pass on this method ?? to him? I might as well listen to what he means by this arrangement. If I manage to deceive him using these secrets on the iron panel, he can let me out of here.”

When Mr. Black-White did not hear an answer, he added, “After Senior pass the big method to me, I then will be your disciple. Disciples of the (Sun-Moon) Sect who deceive their teachers (masters) and obliterate their roots have always been punished with the slow and lingering process of having their skin peeled off and their limbs dismembered. No one has been able to escape it in the past several hundred years.How will then disciple dare not help Senior escape?”

Linghu Chong humphed and replied, “So that’s how it is. Then, after three days, you can come and get your answer from me.”

Mr. Black-White said, “If Senior will consent to my request, why would you want to delay and spend three days in this dark prison cell?”

Linghu Chong thought, “He is much more impatient than me. Even though I will have to suffer for three more days, it might give me time to see what clever trick he might pull” and produced several humph as if he was really angry at Mr. Black-White’s impertinance.

Hearing the humphs, Mr. Black-White hurriedly agreed and said “Right! Yes! After three days, I will come here and consult you again.”

Linghu Chong had disquieting thoughts after listening to Mr. Black-White going out the tunnel and then closing the iron gate. “How can Mr. Black-White mistaken me for Senior Ren? Mr. Black-White is very astute. How did he end up making such a mistake?” He suddenly remembers “Is it possible that Mr. Huang Zhong found out that Mr. Black-White’s been secretly visiting this cell every two months this past 12 years? Perhaps Mr. Huang Zhong had imprisoned Senior Ren secretly in another room and had actually put me in here?”

Suddenly he remembered what Mr. Black-White just said to him, “Disciples of the (Sun-Moon) Sect who deceive their teachers (masters) and obliterate their roots have always been punished with the slow and lingering process of having their skin peeled off and their limbs dismembered. No one has been able to escape it in the past several hundred years.” Deliberately considering this statement, he couldn’t help but wonder “Is it possible that Senior Ren and the four skunks of Jiangnan are all Demon Cult’s members? I don’t know what game they are playing but I am actually implicated in this mess.” As soon as he thought of the Sun-Moon Sect, he sensed that there are layers upon layers of hidden elements in this matter and found it difficult to understand the whole situation. He stopped thinking further and concentrated only on answering this question, “Are Mr. Black-White’s actions based on his true feelings or was he only pretending? When he asks me again after three days, how shall I answer?”

All kinds of strange thoughts went through his mind going this way and that way but he still was not able to guess what Mr. Black-White’s true intentions were. After some time, he became extremely weary and fell asleep. As soon as he woke up, his first thought was “If brother Xian were here, with his experience, he may be able to guess Mr. Black-White’s intention relatively quickly. Senior Ren was obviously very smart, may be smarter than brother Xian…” and “Oh!” escaped from his mouth in a shout.

He thought to himself, “For the last 12 years, Senior Ren refused to consent Mr. Black-White’s entreaties. Naturally, this must be because there must be a strong reason. He is the type of person who must surely know how formidable his enemies are.” Immediately, he reasons, “Senior Ren, no doubt was not able to consent. How am I going to be able to consent when clearly I’m not at the same level as Senior Ren.”

He knows for sure this matter, if not handled properly, could result in enormous calamity for him. But his heart is set on using this opportunity as a means to escape from this dark prison cell whatever the cost. He decides quickly, “When the three days is up and Mr. Black-White asks me again, I will consent to his request and transfer to him the secret of breathing exercise practice instructions from the iron panel. Then, I will see how the situation will turn out and act accordingly.”

Having decided, he started tracing the handwriting on the iron panel silently to memorize the instructions thinking, “I must manage to understand this rotten skill, otherwise when I teach him, I might blurt out something he would disbelieve. Only my voice and Senior Ren’s voice are too different that I have to really dampen my voice. I can shout one word and mute the other one, that way it becomes more ambiguous and not easy for him to find out.”

Using mnemonics, he started memorizing the text by shouting them out in a very loud voice knowing that the dark prison cell is deep down underneath the lake, separated from the nearest exit by a long tunnel and two gates in between. Even if numerous firecrackers were exploding in the prison cell, it is unlikely for the least bit of sound to go outside. Linghu Chong then switched to singing in an operatic style, making up lyrics using the mnemonics from the instructions on the iron panel. Afterwards, thinking rude thoughts about the the Four Skunks of Jiangnan, he was unable to restrain himself and laughed heartily.

Suddenly, Linghu Chong came to the sentence, ” When inner energy is stored in the dan tian (pubic region), it is like a reservior that can accommodate a large amount of water. Once things have come to a rest, the energy will be then be distributed to other parts of the body.”

Linghu Chong had read this sentence several times before but he did not think deeply about its meaning because he thoroughly disliked practicing breathing exercises. Just now, he grasped meaning of the sentence and found it very strange. “When master teaches us the basics of inner strength cultivation, he teaches that the cultivated energy has to be stored in the lower abdomen (dan tian/pubic region) from where it acts as the source of power. Why did these instructions actually say energy cannot be saved in the dan tian. If inner strength cannot reside there, where should it go? The practice of this sentence is contrary to all of the martial arts methods of inner strength cultivation including that of Huashan’s. This big technique must be a joke. Ha ha, Mr. Black-White is mean and shameless. Why don’t I pass this method on to him, and let him work it out?”

Tracing the handwriting on the iron panel, Linghu Chong slowly ponders over the meaning. The first several hundred characters teaches techniques to disperse a person’s own inner energy completely. Realizing this, he was startled into wondering, “Who in the world is so that he is willing to lose a life time of inner energy cultivation and practice the instructions here? Only a person who has made up his mind to commit suicide would be willing. On the other hand, if a person were to commit suicide, wouldn’t a sword slash across the neck be quicker? Why waste so much time to kill oneself? of internal energy is certainly much more difficult than it. How is this method really useful?”

Thinking of the coming meeting with Mr. Black-White, Linghu Chong couldn’t help but get depressed. “It will not take Mr. Black-White long to find out that the worthlessness of this method and realized that he’s been cheated. Teaching him this method may not work out well” Linghu Chong worried while continuing to recite more of the mnemonics, “The energy enters the dan tian and then disperses into the body through the arteries…”

After reading for a while, he became angry and hits the iron bed saying “Damn this person. Just because he was angry for being stuck in this dark prison cell, he arranged this clever trick to make fun of other people.” Linghu Chong scolded the previous occupant of his cell for a while and then fell asleep. In his sleep, his mind continued going over “the energy enters the dan tian and then disperses into the body through the arteries….” part of the inner energy cultivation method on the iron panel and unconsciously his body followed the method’s directions. Suddenly, he felt some of the inner energy in his body flowing out from the dan tian and dispersing through his arteries into all parts of his body. He was overcome with a strong urge to defecate and was quite uncomfortable.

After a good while, he became consciously aware of streams of inner energy moving throughout his body while his dan tian remains calm. “Oh, this is not good! My inner energy is certainly not flowing out. How can it be that I have not turned into a disabled person instantly?

Startled, he immediately sat up and probed his inner energy. The streams of energy inside him seemed to be circulating throughout and energizing his body. He was quite dizzy at first but after some time felt all his conflicting inner energies settled down and was pleasantly surprised.

The illness I suffered from was difficult to cure because there were 7-8 heterogeneous inner energies from the Peach Valley Six Immortals and Monk No Commandment running wild in my body. Dr. Ping was unable to treat me. Shaolin abbot Master Fang Zheng said that only the Tendon Altering Sutra will be able to tame the energy streams and cure me. The method engraved on the iron panel, however, does not teach me how to cultivate inner energy but how to disperse it. Ha ha, Linghu Chong, fate is certainly on your side, while others fear the loss of their inner strength, you actually benefit from it.

Thus, Linghu Chong unceasingly continues to read aloud the mnemonics the rest of the day. That night, in his dreams he was still going over the concepts unconsciously making sense of it and practicing it in his sleep. But he couldn’t fully understand the method beyond the first line. By now, his spirit was inspired to fully comprehend the method and see the result for himself. Now, at last, he sat cross-legged and put into practice what he had learnt. After practicing for a while, he sensed the long pent-up heterogeneous energies getting wild in his dan tian and dispersing into his arteries. Although he still cannot get rid of the remaining energy streams, the tension in his body was greatly reduced.

He felt extremely happy and sang songs until his voice became hoarse. Originally he was singing and shouting loudly to find a way to disguise his voice. Now, unexpectedly, his voice has become hoarse and he thought, “Ren Woxing, Ren Woxing, you leave these methods on the iron panel with the intention of injuring someone. How would you have known that your method would prove harmless to me and in fact benefits me a great deal? You must be turning over in the grave with anger. Ha ha, ha ha!”

During this brief practice, even though the energy streams were not completely dispersed, he felt somewhat comfortable. He thought “After I got the energy streams from Peach Valley Six Immortals and Monk No-Commandment dispersed, I will have to regain my internal strength by practicing what my master taught me at Huashan. Since I will have to start over from the beginning, I fear I must spend a part of my life to recover what I have lost. If brother Xian Wentian finally came and rescue me from here …”

Suddenly Linghu Chong thought that, “Both master and Master-Wife expelled me from the Huashan sect, why should I practice Huashan school’s internal strength again? In the martial arts world, there are many ways of cultivating internal strength. Why couldn’t I ask for Brother Xian Wentian or Ying-Ying’s help in this and study from them? This made him less miserable and excited. After eating the day’s meal, he practiced the technique again. He sensed his body became more and more comfortable and couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

Suddenly he hears Mr. Black-White calling to him outside the prison door, “Senior, I hope you are feeling well. Junior is here to serve you.” Linghu Chong has been concentrating only on learning and practicing the inner energy technique of Ren Woxing for the past three days that not only had he forgotten how much time has passed but also didn’t notice Mr. Black-White’s arrival. It was lucky that he hadn’t spoken a word before and gave himself away. He let out several hollow laughs as answer to Mr. Black-White.

Mr. Black-White said, “It seems today Senior is feeling very high spirited. How should I, your diciple, proceed?”

Linghu Chong deliberately considered, “Should I consent and receive him as a disciple and pass on this method on the iron panel? As soon as he opens the door to come in, he would immediately see that I am not Senior Ren and naturally would get angry enough to kill me on the spot. On the other hand, if I were to pass on the whole method, even if he still believed me to be Senior Ren, once he finished practicing, most likely he would try to kill me rather than help me escape. All he has to do is put some poison in the meal and I am done for. No wonder Senior Ren was not willing to pass on the method to him for last 12 years.”

When Mr. Black-White did not hear an answer, he said, “After Senior passes on the big method to me, the disciple will serve you with a fat chicken and good wine to show filial piety.”

Linghu Chong has been imprisoned for more than a month and a half. Everyday he has been only eating green vegetables and tofu. The sound of “a fat chicken and good wine” was too tempting. With his mouth salivating greedily, he said, “Good, you can first bring me a fat chicken and some good wine. After I have eaten them to my heart’s content, I will then pass on the method to you.”

Mr. Black-White hurriedly replied, “Well, I will certainly bring you good food and wine. However, I’m afraid it will not be possible to bring them today. Tomorrow, if I have a lucky chance, I will then bring my offerings.

Linghu Chong asked, “Why is it not possible to bring the food today?”

Mr. Black-White replied, “To get here, I have to pass through my eldest brother’s bedroom. Only when he’s away, I can … can….” Linghu Chong snorted but did not say a word. Mr. Black-White was worried about Mr. Huang Zhong’s return to the bedroom and not daring to delay, he said goodbye and went away.

Linghu Chong in his heart thought that, “If I can tempt Mr. Black-White to come into the prison cell, would I be able to kill him? He is sly and it would be impossible to swindle him. Even if I was able to kill Mr. Black-White, I still won’t be able to pull off these chains on my hand and foot to get out of here.” With this last thought, his right hand unconsciously went to the steel ring on his left wrist and made an effort to pull. As soon as he pulled the ring it unexpectedly yielded and widened. Excited, he pulled the circle wider and wider, until his left wrist was free from the shackle. Pleasantly surprised, he examined the steel ring only to find a fracture there. He would not have been able to pull apart even the fractured steel ring in his original state when he had no inner strength. However, within the the last two days, he had been able to disperse the combined inner strengths of the six Peach Valley Immortals and the Monk No-Commandment throughout his body and this had given birth to a strong inner force. He found an identical fracture on the steel ring on his right wrist. He had traced over these steel rings several times before but hadn’t notice these fractures until now.

Using his left hand, he immediately freed his right hand, and then examined the shackles on his ankles and found fractures in both. After expanding much effort, he was able to free himself completely from all the shackles. By this time, his whole body was perspiring profusely and he felt quite breathless.

Puzzled he asked himself “Why does each steel ring has a fracture? How could these shackles with fractures have fettered anyone?”

The next day, the deaf and mute old man delivers the daily meal. Using the light which came with the old man, Linghu Chong was able to see that in the place where the steel rings have fracture, they have been cut through with a very fine and extremely thin steel wire saw. There were no rust on the fractures indicating that the cuts were made recently. He asked himself “How come these shackles have been cut? Is someone trying to rescue me in secret? This underground prison is so well hidden. It’s unlikely that my rescuer is someone from the outside. This person must surely be from this Lone Manor. He must not have been willing to plot against me and imprison me here. While I was unconscious, he must have come here secretly and used the steel wire saw to cut the shackles. It follows that my rescuer cannot openly declare himself an enemy of this manor, so he can only act when he has an opportunity. He will surely help me escape when the next opportunity arises.” Thinking this, his spirit was greatly lifted.

That night, in his dream, Linghu Chong saw Mr Paint coming forward, opening the door of the prison cell and letting him out. Awaking with a start, Linghu Chong realised that it was only a Nanke dream [Nanke dream is a saying that comes from a well-known Tang (Dynasty) performance], an illusory joy that was not true. However, he did not become depressed. Instead, he thought: “He has not come to rescue me today, only because he has not had the opportunity to do so. He will naturally come and rescue me soon.”

“The mnemonics and methods on the steel plate are extremely useful to me, but terribly dangerous to others. Anyone else who gets incarcerated in this dark prison in the future would naturally be a good man, so he cannot be allowed to fall into Ren Woxing’s great trap.” Thinking this, Linghu Chong traced the words on the steel plate with his fingers and read the entire passage ten times from beginning to end. Then, he took the iron handcuff and scraped off more than ten words in the passage.

Mr Black-White did not come that day, but Linghu Chong did not care about it. Instead, he continued to cultivate his internal energy according to the methods stated by the mnemonics. Mr Black-White did not appear for many more days. Soon, Linghu Chong began to feel a significant improvement in his practice of the methods, for six- to seven-tenths of the diverging energy streams that the Six Fairies of the Peach Valley and the No-Commandment Monk left in his body had been expelled from the ‘dan tian’ and dispersed along the channels of ‘Ren’ and ‘Du’. He thought: “I only have to persevere, and all the diverging energy streams will be completely expelled.”

Linghu Chong recited the full set of mnemonics more than ten times each day, before scraping off yet another ten words or so from the steel plate. As he did, he began to notice an increase in his strength. He no longer needed to exert himself much when he scraped the steel plate with the iron handcuff. More than a month passed in this manner. Although he was trapped in the ground, he could feel a gradual drop in the sweltering summer temperature. He thought: “There is indeed divine intervention during the time of darkness. If I had been incarcerated during winter, I would not have found the words in the steel plate at all. Perhaps Mr Paint would have had me rescued before summer comes again.”

Suddenly, Linghu Chong heard the sound of footsteps outside and recognized them as Mr. Black-White’s. He quickly turned his face towards the wall from his resting position on the bed. Mr. Black-White stopped outside the prison door and apologetically spoke, “Senior Ren, I am truly very sorry… not to have come earlier. Daily… I was anxious to come and pay you my respect but did not get a chance because my eldest brother did not leave his room. I hope you are not offended… because of the long wait.” Saying this, Mr. Black-White opened square-shaped opening of the prison door and the fragrant smell of wine and roasted chicken wafted through into the cell. It had been many days since Linghu Chong had tasted a drop of wine. As soon as the smell of the wine hits his nose, he quickly turned around and said “Quickly give me the food and wine.”

“Yes, yes. Has Senior decided to teach me your marvelous secret technique?” replied Mr. Black-White.

Linghu Chong answered, “Each time you deliver three catties of liquor and a chicken, I will teach you four mnemonics. This way, you would have learned the entire method by the time you have delivered to me 1000 chickens with accompanying liquor.”

“Senior Master, I’m afraid too much time will be wasted with this arrangement. Can you not teach me eight mnemonics at a time in exchange for 2 chickens and 6 catties of liquor?” Mr. Black-White bargained.

Linghu Chong smiled at this and said “You are certainly greedy but I won’t disagree with your proposal. Come, come, give me the food.”

Through the square opening, Mr. Black-White handed over a wooden plate with a plate of fruit, a pot of wine and a fat chicken.

Linghu Chong thought “Since I have not taught you the mnemonics, you wouldn’t have put poison in the food to kill me right now.” Not able to resist any longer, he picked up the wine pot and took big gulps of it.

The wine was not really good but Linghu Chong savored the taste of it as if he were drinking Mr. Paint’s beautifully mellow Turfan grape wine which has been distilled and fermented for four cycles. After drinking half the pot, he tore into a huge chunk of chicken leg, chewed it with relish. Taking turns eating and drinking, he emptied the wine pot and picked the chicken clean. He patted his belly and with great approval declared “Good liquor, good liquor!”

Mr. Black-White says with a smile, “Now that Senior has eaten the fat chicken and drank the good wine, will you please teach me the mnemonics.”

Linghu Chong noticed that Mr. Black-White did not acknowledge him as a teacher again but only talked about giving him the food and wine. Momentarily he was at a loss thinking of a suitable answer and did not reply immediately. Finally he said “Good, remember these four mnemonics well. ‘Gather the energy in your dan-tian and direct it towards Yu and Shanzhong points through the eight channels’. Do you understand?”

The original mnemonics written on the steel panel was “Gather the energy in the dan-tian and then disperse it to the four limbs through the eight channels.” Linghu Chong had deliberately changed the meaning of the method.

In Mr. Black-White’s mind, these four mnemonics does not seem wonderful or extraordinary. He felt the method is not different from an ordinary breathing exercise method. So, he asked “Senior, could you tell me the four mnemonics again because I don’t quite understand it yet.”

Linghu Chong thought to himself, “When I changed these four mnemonics, they became quite ordinary. I do not have sufficient knowledge to fool him. I will read something extremely strange to frighten him,” so he said “Today is the first day of the month, I will teach you four more mnemonics. You should try to