This year, the second clown of the Five Clowns of the Tibetan Border killed some innocents in cold blood, killing numerous people. Hong Qigong wanted to take revenge; he was going to kill that clown, but thought killing one person is easy, finding the other four would be hard. So he secretly followed the second clown, waiting for him to meet up with the other four and then he would kill them all at once. But he didnât predict that he would have to follow him north for thousands of li, eventually winding up at Mount Hua. Right now, four clowns were present, only the first one had yet to arrive. In the middle of the night, Hong Qigong bumped into Yang Guo in the snow.
Hong Qigong said, âLetâs stop chatting, I can see you are hungry, letâs cure our hunger first and then weâll talk some more.â He cleared the snow, found some firewood and made a fire. Yang Guo helped him pick up some firewood and said, âWhat are you going to cook?â
Hong Qigong said, âCentipedes!â
Yang Guo knew he was joking and he gave a chuckle and didnât ask again.
Hong Qigong laughed and said, âIâve chased the Five Tibetan Border Clowns from Lingnan to Mount Hua, if I donât have something good to eat, how can I say Iâm sorry to this?â He patted his stomach. Yang Guo saw that his bones and muscles were distinguished; only his stomach was a bit paunchy.
Hong Qigong continued, âMount Hua is the worldâs most cold and shady place; centipedes that are born here are soft and tender. Guangdong is a warm place, living things grow quickly, the centipedes there have tough and coarse flesh.
Yang Guo heard that he was serious; it seems that he wasnât joking, Yang Guo was confused.
Hong Qigong surrounded the fire with four stones, he took a pan from his back and placed it on the stones, he took two lumps of snow and placed them in the pan and said, âFollow me to catch some centipedes.â
After some ups and downs, they came across a twenty foot tall cliff. Yang Guo saw the cliff was extremely steep and didnât dare to leap up.
Hong Qigong called out, âUseless boy, come up quickly!â
Yang Guo hated people who looked down on him, when he heard this he clenched his teeth, his spirit rose and thought, âWhatâs there to be scared of? If I fall to my death then so be it.â His courage grew and there was more intent in his lightness kung fu when he used it. He followed close to Hong Qigong, in an extremely dangerous and slippery place; he actually managed to pull himself up.
In a short while, the pair climbed up to a peak where there were traces of human activity. Hong Qigong saw that he possessed much courage and lightness kung fu and was very pleased. With his experience he couldnât tell the boyâs martial arts origins, he wanted to ask but remembered about his food so he went over to a rock and dug the soil with his hands. Not long after a dead chicken was revealed.
Yang Guo was curious and asked, âHey, how come thereâs a chicken here.â He immediately understood and said, âAh, Senior must have buried it here.â
Hong Qigong gave a chuckle and picked up the chicken. Yang Guo could see clearly in the reflection of the snow; he saw over a hundred centipedes, each about seven or eight inches long, biting into the chicken. The centipedes were large, had red and black stripes and were wiggling about. He had wandered around the world of Jianghu since he was young, he wasnât afraid of poison but when he suddenly saw the large centipedes he couldnât refrain from being afraid.
Hong Qigong was pleased with himself and said, âCentipedes and chickens are of an opposite nature; I buried this chicken yesterday and indeed it has lured centipedes from all over.â He took out a bundle of cloth and wrapped it around the chicken and centipedes, he descended the peak delightedly.
Yang Guo followed behind wondering, âCould it be that you can actually eat centipedes? But judging from his actions, it doesnât seem like heâs trying to scare me.â
The lumps of snow in the pan had now turned to boiling water; Hong Qigong opened his bundle and picked up the centipedes by the tail, and threw them into the pan. The centipedes struggled for a second or two but were soon boiled to death.
Hong Qigong said, âBefore it dies, the centipede excretes all of its poison, the poison in that pan is incomparable.â Yang Guo threw the pan of poisonous water down the valley. Hong Qigong took out a small knife and chopped off the heads and tails of the centipedes. He took the shell off to reveal the flesh; it was white as snow and was like a large shrimp, quite an attractive sight.
Yang Guo thought, âUsing this method, Iâm afraid that you really can eat them.â
Hong Qigong melted another two lumps of snow and cleaned the flesh of the centipede so there would be no traces of poison, and then he took out seven or eight small and large boxes from his back pack. In the boxes were ingredients such as oil, salt, jams, vinegar and the like. He placed some oil in the pan and fried the centipedes, immediately an appetizing scent flowed into the nose. Yang Guo saw that he was drooling, revealing his glutton side, he couldnât stop himself from being startled and laughed at the same time.
Hong Qigong fried the centipedes until they were slightly golden, and then mixed in some other ingredients. He stretched out his hand and placed a centipede in his mouth, he lightly chewed it a few times and closed his eyes and sighed. He felt that none of the pleasures in the world can be compared with this. He took a wine gourd from his back and placed it to the side and said, âWhen eating centipedes donât drink wine, otherwise the taste of the centipedes will be ruined.â He ate ten or so centipedes in one go and then said to Yang Guo, âJust eat; why are you being so polite?â
Yang Guo shook his head and said, âI donât want to eat.â
Hong Qigong was startled and then laughed, he said, âThatâs right, thatâs right, Iâve seen many heroes and good men who can kill without blinking but none of them dare to eat centipedes with this old beggar, hei-hei, so you are just a cowardly punk.â
Yang Guo angered by him and thought, âIâll close my eyes and swallow without chewing, thisâll stop him from looking down on me.â
He picked up two small twigs and used them as chopsticks and picked up a centipede. Hong Qigong knew what he was thinking and said, âYou are going to close your eyes and swallow without chewing; thatâs called being a scoundrel, not a hero.â
Yang Guo said, âWhatâs so heroic about eating poison?â
Hong Qigong said, âThere are many people who talk big and class themselves as heroes, but those who dare to eat centipedes are few and far between.â
Yang Guo thought, âNothing is bigger than death.â He placed the centipede in his mouth and bit down. As soon as he bit down, he felt his mouth fill with a sweet taste, it was crisp and fragrant and extremely sweet. He had never tasted anything like it in his life, he chewed a few more times and swallowed; he then picked up a second centipede and said, âExtraordinary, extraordinary.â
Hong Qigong saw that he was eating with pleasure and was delighted. The two of them grabbed and snacked, soon the hundred or so centipedes were all gone. Hong Qigong licked the juices around his lips and wished that there could be another hundred centipedes for his stomach.