The Crying Bird Scatters the Clouds is a wuxia novel by Han Shuang serialized weekdays in 1,000 word installments. You can access the index with links to all parts of the novel here.
The big man was hesitant now, eyeing his opponent and flexing his grip on his sabre as he went over different openings in his mind looking for the one that would work best against a member of the renowned Thunder Cloud School. Hong Jielong held his shoulder pole lightly in his hands. The big man moved forward slowly, a smart choice, hoping to draw Hong Jielong out and make the first move for him. But Hong Jielong remained motionless. The big man raised his sabre and thenslashed laterally, aiming for the throat. Hong Jielong blocked and used his pole to push the sabre down, then countered with the other end of his pole, striking a blow against the big man’s left temple.
He staggered back, but regained his stance just as Hong Jielong attacked again, his pole sweeping in from the left in an arc. The big man used the flat of his blade to ward off the blow, but he was met with the other end of the pole as Hong Jielong pivoted it around, the end thrusting out and catching the big man in the chest. He went down with a heavy huff as the air exited his lungs as he hit the ground. The big man made to get up, but he winced and grabbed his chest as he panted for air. He let his head fall back to the ground and he lay there catching his breath and holding his chest.
Hong Jielong went up to him. “If that had been a spear point instead of the end of my carrying pole you would be dead right now.”
As the three robbers lay there in pain, a contingent of troops arrived, apparently called for by the onlookers. Hong Jielong turned his head when he heard them approach and he immediately dropped his pole. The soldiers went for him until one of the onlookers said, “No, it was the three men on the ground. They were beating up that man over there when this young man stepped in and subdued them.”
The leader of the guards looked over the scene and then at his men. The man in back clutching the silver, the one who had been assailed to begin with, spoke up. “That’s right. These three attacked me and were going to rob me, but this man saved me.” (more…)