âYang Guo hereby shows his respect to a Senior Master. Please forgive me for disturbing your peace,â he said and then waited. But no one answered from inside the cave.
The eagle pulled Yang Guoâs shirt again and then walked inside the cave. Yang Guo stared at the dark cave in front of him, not knowing if there was really an elite Kung Fu Master inside or some kind of goblins or demons. Feeling a bit uneasy and anxious, he decided to give no thoughts to his own safety and followed it in.
The cave was actually not deep at all. Only about thirty feet into the cave, they had already reached the end. Other than a table and a bench made out of stones, there was nothing inside the cave. The ugly eagle chirped again, signaling toward a corner of the cave. Casting a glance toward the corner, Yang Guo saw a pile of rocks and stones of all shapes and sizes jumbled together. It looked like a grave.
âThis must be the grave of a lofty hermit. Too bad the eagle doesnât know how to speak and canât tell me more about him,â Yang Guo thought aloud.
He looked up and then something caught his attention. The rock wall seemed to have some words written on it. But thick dust and moss almost covered the entire rock wall, and it was hard to tell what words they were in the dark. Lighting a dry stick, Yang Guo wiped the moss off with his hand, and not to his surprise, three lines of words appeared. The strokes of the words were thin but were carved into the rock wall very deeply. It seemed that the words were carved using a very sharp blade. The three lines said:
âHaving roamed the martial world for more than thirty years, I have killed all my villainous foes and defeated all heroic champions. Thereâs no one who can be my equal under the same sky. Without any other challengers, I could only retreat to this deep valley, living a hermitâs life in seclusion, with only an eagle as my companion. Alas, throughout my life I searched for a match in vain. Unbearable loneliness is my destiny.â
The signature at the bottom was, âDemonic Swordsman Dugu Seeking-A-Loss.â
Yang Guo read the three lines back and forth. Astonishment and deep admiration filled his heart. He could clearly feel the sadness and loneliness behind the words. Because there was no match for him in the entire world, this lofty Master had come to live a hermitâs life in seclusion in this deep valley. His understanding of martial arts must have reached the ultimate level. His title was âDemonic Swordsman,â then his skills in sword arts must have been miraculous. And his name was âSeeking-A-Loss,â then he must have traveled all over the world looking for someone who could defeat him, but all his efforts were in vain and he eventually passed away in great disappointment. His imagination filled his mind with thoughts of how the Sword Master had roamed the martial world; Yang Guo was lost in thought.
A long while passed before Yang Guo finally got hold of himself again. Holding the burning stick, he searched around in the cave, but failed to find anything else related to the sword Master. The grave made out of a pile of rocks and stones didnât have any sign or tombstone on it. He figured that after the sword Master passed away, it must have been the Divine Eagle that had picked all the rocks and stones and piled them on top of the Sword Masterâs dead body.
Feeling his admiration growing larger and larger, Yang Guo couldnât help but kneel in front of the grave and kowtow. The Divine Eagle seemed to be pleased to see him show great respect towards the grave and gently patted him on the shoulder a couple of times.
âThe sword Master Dugu had called the eagle a companion. Then even though the eagle is an animal, it really is a Senior of mine. It would be very appropriate if I call him Brother Eagle,â Yang Guo thought to himself. So he said, âBrother Eagle, it must be fate that has brought us together. I need to leave now. Would you like to go with me or would you rather stay here guarding Sword Master Duguâs grave?â
The divine eagle answered with some chirrups. Yang Guo couldnât understand what the eagle had said, but seeing that the eagle stayed by the side of the grave, he thought, âThe many Senior Masters Iâve met in the martial world never mentioned somebody named Dugu Seeking-A-Loss. He must have been someone who existed sixty or seventy years ago. The Divine Eagle had lived here for a long time and became attached to it. Of course he would rather stay than leaving with me.â
He put his arms around the Divine Eagleâs neck and stroked its feathers gently. Then he walked out of the cave.
Throughout his life, other than the intimate relationship he had with Xiao Longnu, he didnât have any other closer friends. Now he met the Divine Eagle; although the eagle was only an animal, he really felt a close relationship, and was reluctant to part with him. After every couple of steps, he would turn and cast a glance back. And every time he turned around, the Divine Eagle would also answer with a loud chirp. Although the two of them were soon hundreds of feet apart, the Divine Eagle could still see him clearly in the dark and chirped every time Yang Guo turned his head back.
Suddenly, Yang Guoâs heart burned with indignation. He shouted out loud.
âBrother Eagle, I donât have much life left in me. After I take care of the business regarding Uncle Guoâs baby daughter and after I bid my farewell to my aunty, I will come back here. If I get to be buried next to Great Hero Dugu, then my life wouldnât have been a waste of time after all.â
He bowed and then headed out in big strides.
He was worried about the safety of Guo Jingâs daughter so he gathered his sword and hurried back to the cave.
As soon as he got back to the cave, Li Mochou said, âWhere have you been? Thereâs some kind of damn annoying ghost around here.â
Yang Guo said, âWhat ghosts?â As soon as he finished, he could hear a distant cry.
Yang Guo was taken aback by this and said quietly, âMartial Uncle Li, look after the baby, Iâll take care of this.â
The cries were getting closer and closer until distinct words could be made out, âWhat a tragic life I leadâŠwhat a tragic life I lead! My wife has been killed and now my own two sons are trying to kill each other.â
Under the starlight, Yang Guo could see a large, scruffy man stumbling around, sobbing with his hands over his face. He could not see his face clearly.
Li Mochou said, âSo itâs a madman. Send him away; donât let him wake the baby.â
The man continued to sob, âI only have two sons and yet these two sons of mine have decided to fight with each other, what is there left for me to live for?â He gave out a long sorrowful howl.
Yang Guo remembered something and thought, âCould it be him?â He walked out of the cave slowly and said, âIs that senior Wu?â
This person had come all the way out here in the middle of the night because he wanted to let all his emotions out; he had not expected that anyone would be out here as well. As soon as he heard Yang Guoâs voice, he immediately controlled himself and shouted, âWho are you? What are you doing sneaking around here?â
Yang Guo said, âMy name is Yang Guo. Is Seniorâs surname Wu with first name Santong?â