The Legend of the Condor Heroes

Caught in a desperate situation, the words of his Fourth Shifu came to mind, "In this world, there's nothing impossible to the men of good will." Since death stared at him from all sides, rather than remain in an untenable position, it was better to continue. He drew his dagger and dug two small holes, in which he slowly placed one foot and steadied himself, and then the other. He rose thus a few more inches. Then he continued to dig in the wall, making more hand and footholds, rising laboriously a few zhangs. Because of the difficulty of the task, his head started to spin and his limbs burned with exhaustion.

He stopped to clear his mind, holding closely to the wall, controlling his breathing. Then he wondered how many holes it would take before arriving at the summit. As strong as his dagger was, it would probably be able to dig ten more holes, and then it would break. Since he had made it this far, he could no longer go back. After a brief rest, he got ready to dig again; then he heard a burst of laughter coming from the summit of the cliff.

Not daring to lean backward to look, he remained, nose against the smooth wall of the cliff, wondering who this laugh came from. Then he saw a thick rope slip down and stop next to him. He heard the voice of the Taoist saying, "Tie the rope around your waist, I will pull you up."

Delighted, Guo Jing sheathed his dagger. Holding tightly with his left hand, he took the rope with his right hand and wrapped it around his waist two times and made two knots.

"Did you tie it firmly?" the Taoist shouted.

"It's done," Guo Jing said.

The Taoist seemed to not have heard. "Did you tie it?" He asked again.

"It's done," Guo Jing repeated, with out any response.

Some instants later, the Taoist laughed again and said. "Ah, I forgot…your breathing is not yet sufficiently powerful, your voice cannot carry as far as mine. If you tied it well, pull three times on the rope!"

Guo Jing obeyed and pulled three times. Suddenly, the rope grew taught; his body flew up toward the summit of the cliff. He knew that the Taoist was going to pull it, but not with such speed. In the blink of an eye, he landed again on his feet, right in front of the old man.

He knelt and got ready to kowtow, but the Taoist held his arm. "Three days ago, you kowtowed more than a hundred times, it is more than enough! You are a child with good character!"

On the summit of the cliff was flat ground covered with snow. The Taoist showed him two big round rocks that looked vaguely like stools, "Sit there."

"I will remain standing to serve you, Shifu," Guo Jing said.

"You don't belong to my school," the Taoist said, still smiling. "I am not your Master, and you are not my disciple. You may sit."

Guo Jing, perplexed, obeyed and sat down.

"Your six Shifus," the old man continued, "are well known in the martial arts realm. I don't know them personally, but I've always felt a lot of admiration for them. It would be more than enough for you to acquire the techniques of one of them to make yourself a name in the Jianghu. It is not due to a lack of effort on your part, yet, during the past ten years, you haven't progressed that much. Do you know why?"

"It is because I am too dumb. My Shifus have tried very hard to teach me the best they could, but it didn't help."

"It's not really because of you," the Taoist said. "It's, as the popular saying goes, 'If those that teach don't know how to teach, then those that try to learn wont learn anything'!"

"Shif… uh, I don't understand what you're saying."

"If we look only to the core martial arts, the level to which you've arrived is not negligible. At the time of your first real fight since the beginning of your training, when you were beaten by the Taoist youth, you questioned yourself and thought it was impossible for you to beat him. On this point, however, you are completely mistaken!"

"How does he know of this matter?" Guo Jing wondered.

"This Taoist youth made you do a somersault, but he did it with a trick. Comparing basic techniques, it's not at all certain that he surpasses you. Besides, your six Shifus are probably as strong as I am, that's why I cannot teach you martial arts."

"He's right," Guo Jing thought. "My six Shifus are very strong, it's me that's too dumb."

"Your seven Shifus made a bet," continued the Taoist. "If I teach you some martial arts, your masters will be sad when they learn of it. They are brave, and place a lot of importance on loyalty and honor. They would refuse to accept any sort of unfair advantage in a bet."

"What bet?" Guo Jing wondered.

"So you don't know about it then? Well, if your masters didn't tell you anything about it yet, it's because you don't have to know about it at the present time. During the next two years, they will certainly explain it to you in detail. Let's look at it this way: you are full of sincerity, and it seems that our meeting was written in destiny. I am going to teach you some methods of breathing, of sitting down, of walking and sleeping."

The astonishment Guo Jing felt knew no boundaries. "To 'breathe, to sit down, to walk, to sleep'," he thought to himself, "I know how to do that already, why would I have to learn it again?" He thought of a lot of questions, but didn't say anything.

"Clear the snow from this big rock," the Taoist ordered, "you will be able to sleep there."

Guo Jing thought it strange, but obeyed. He swept off the layer of snow and lay down on the rock.

"Not like that," the Taoist said. "If it was just sleeping like that, I wouldn't need to teach it to you. Here are four formulae, remember them well: 'When the thought fades, the feelings will be forgotten'; 'When the body empties, the breath will circulate'; 'When the heart dies, the mind will live'; 'When the sun rises, the darkness will vanish'."

Guo Jing repeated the formulae several times to learn them by heart, but he didn't understand the meaning of them.

"Before sleeping," the Taoist continued, "it's necessary to clear the mind, letting no thoughts or preoccupations remain there. Then, it is necessary to compose the body, while lying on your side, and to breathe in a continuous way through the nose, so that the soul doesn't wander inside and the mind doesn't go outside."

And so he taught Guo Jing breathing and the mastery of the breath, the technique of meditating and of eliminating worries.

Guo Jing did what the Taoist explained to him. In the beginning, his thoughts stayed chaotic and difficult to control. But after applying the breathing method, exhaling and inhaling deeply, after a certain time, he slowly felt his heart calm down, and a slow breath brought slowly into his 'dan tian' (the area between the groin and the navel) brought a warm feeling. An icy wind blew on the summit of the cliff, but he didn't feel any need to resist it. He remained immobile, stretched out on his side, for close to an hour, before feeling some "ants" in his limbs. The Taoist, who was sitting cross legged in front of him, practicing meditation, opened his eyes, "Now," said the Taoist, "you can fall asleep."