I wanted to publish an
MV today, but I think I need a few more days to finish it. Hence, this
fanfiction; a crossover between Chor Lau Heung 1984 and Nirvana in Fire 2015.
Before the fall of Liang, the old retired Emperor Jing was determined to save the descendant of his
best friend. Eight centuries later, another hero arrived at the deserted Langya
Hall to revisit the past. Inspired by the similar savviness between Mei Changsu
and Chor Lau Heung. Romanisation a mix of Mandarin Pinyin and Yale Cantonese.
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“Visitor.”
Leaning over the alcove, the Old Langya Master Lin Chen
didn’t bother to look up from his scroll. Although the person who spoke to him was more than 60
years old, that person still acted like a teenager he was 40 years ago.
“Who?” the Old Master asked in the same ignorant manner.
“Su ge-ge.”
That made the Old Master look up from his scroll. He stared
at Fei Liu who excitedly nodded and pointed at the door. Fei Liu had
communication problems, he knew that, but the old rascal was not stupid. He
knew Lin Shu died four decades ago and he wouldn’t joke about it. Still...
“Su ge-ge!” This time, Fei Liu even stomped his foot and
pouted. The effect was still funny despite his greying hair and large built.
Lin Chen pondered this fact for a few seconds before returning his attention to
the said visitor.
In fact, it could be more than one visitor, but with Fei
Liu, you’d never know.
Yet, curiousity got the best of Lin Chen as he rose and
walked out of his alcove, leaving behind the beautiful misty landscape of
Langya Mountain that served as the grand view of the study. He followed Fei
Liu, who excitedly had left the study towards the meeting hall. Half-expecting
to find a memento belonging to Lin Shu or even a not-so-funny joke waiting for
him in the hall, the Old Master stopped short as he saw who the visitor was.
“Prince Ting Shen...”
-xxx-
It had been at least two decades since he last saw Ting Shen.
Back then, the son of the late Prince Qi was a handsome warrior in his mid-thirties.
Now the late Emperor Jing’s adopted son had grown into a wise mature prince and
one of the most important generals of Liang. Lin Chen saw some traces of Lin
Shu in Ting Shen, for although the prince was the biological son of Prince Qi, Lin
Shu was Prince Qi’s cousin, hence some faint similarities. The fact that Lin
Shu died when the Strategist was younger than Ting Shen now made Lin Chen
sighed inwardly. Yet the very fact that Ting Shen was alive here, holding a
very important position in the Liang cabinet, showed the Old Master that Lin
Shu did not die for nothing.
Or did he?
“Is the situation that bad?” Lin Chen asked as a matter of
fact.
Prince Ting Shen nodded. “Aunt Nihuang asked me to bring her
here. I think it’s the best decision too, given...the situation now.” Ting Shen
produced a letter from one of his sleeves. “This is her letter to you.”
Lin Chen studied the letter on his hand for a while. Of course
he recognised Mu Nihuang’s hand-writing; although not frequently, at times they
wrote to exchange news. During the first few months following Lin Shu’s death,
the letters between Lin Chen and Nihuang were that of shared grief. Yet, Lin
Chen remembered one of Nihuang’s letters that arrived less than a year after
Lin Shu’s death. The letter brought great joy for both of them and for all who
knew Lin Shu or Mei Changsu. Lin Chen wished that this letter was also of that
nature, but he knew better. Upon opening the letter, his fear was confirmed.
“What... what did Aunt Nihuang say?” Upon studying Old
Master Lin Chen’s changing countenance, Prince Ting Shen asked almost in a
whisper. “Did... did she say bad things?”
Lin Chen shook his head as he folded the letter. “Nothing
you haven’t already known. She asked me to take her grand-daughter under my
wing. But I’m glad that her action was also endorsed by our late Emperor.” By saying
‘our late Emperor’, Lin Chen meant Emperor Jing, not the suspicious late
Emperor Xiao Xuan.
Ting Shen lifted one eyebrow in surprise. “I wasn’t aware
that this request was at the behest of my late honourable adopted father.”
“ ‘Honourable’ was indeed an attribute the late Emperor Jing
deserved,” commented Lin Chen. Then, realising that he didn’t answer the Prince’s
question, he added, “Amidst the uncertainty of war, the late Emperor wanted to
ensure the safety of his best friend’s descendant. And as another friend of said
best friend, I can understand that.”
A gentle breeze flew into the hall, bringing in some petals
of plum blossoms. Lin Chen gave a small smile as he recalled Nihuang’s story
when she told the then-Prince Jing that she was carrying Lin Shu’s child. Back
then, Lin Chen had arrived back at Jinling from Mount Langya just to check on
Nihuang’s health. Since Nihuang would be the mother of Lin Shu’s child, her health became a
very important issue to the Langya Master. As Lin Chen checked the Princess’
pulse, she half-giggling said that she knew Jingyan was dying to ask if she
ever got married to Lin Shu before the great battle, but he was too polite to
ask. In the end, she offered him that information: Yes, they were secretly
married the night before Lin Shu departed northward and she departed to Southern
Chu. Lin Chen was the main witness, but Meng Zhi and some inner Jiangzuo Alliance people also attended the ceremony. Apologies to Crown Prince Jing for being in the
dark, but had the Prince known that Lin Shu and Mu Nihuang were married, the Crown
Prince would definitely abort the plan to send Lin Shu north to face the
Kingdom of Da Yu.
“What did the Crown Prince say then?” Lin Chen had asked after
he was satisfied with Nihuang’s health.
“Nothing. At least he voiced no concerns.” Nihuang stopped giggling, but she still smiled as she
resumed, “He hugged me and called me Little Sister, and wished me all health
and happiness. And that he should be the one to name the baby.”
After Nihuang gave birth to a healthy baby boy, the
then-Crown Prince Jing named the newborn “Lin Nishu”, a simple combination of
his parents’ characters. The Crown Prince loved Nishu like his own child. Two
decades later, when as the old Emperor Jing he saw how close Nishu was to his own
daughter, he was more than happy to grant the two love birds marriage. Now not
only Nihuang was his sister, she was his in-law as well. When Nishu’s wife gave
birth to Mu Lingyang, it seemed that all was happy and cheerful in Liang.
Yet, five years ago, a few years after Emperor Jing
abdicated the throne and gave his eldest son the reign, the neighbouring
countries attacked Liang again. This time, Jingyan was too old to lead the
battle even if he wanted to. He sent General Meng Zhi to fight the first few
battles. They won the first round, but at the cost of the brave general’s life.
Jingyan was very heartbroken to learn Meng Zhi’s death that he died a week
after his friend’s passing. From then on, the retired General Princess Mu
Nihuang, her son General Lin Nishu and General Ting Shen were the main defence
of Liang.
-xxx-
The sound of cicadas outside brought the Old Master Lin Chen
back into the present. Inside the peaceful Langya Hall, one would be forgiven
for thinking that no war was waged outside; that the outside world was as
peaceful as Mount Langya.
“Is Nihuang still going to the battlefield?” He asked half-jokingly,
for Nihuang was more than 70 years old now. Surely the brave general princess
knew when to retire her sword? Yet, he wasn’t surprised when Ting Shen nodded.
“Honourable Aunt is going to accompany Nishu. She has
Counsellor Xia Dong and her husband, the retired General Nie Feng, with her. Aunt
wouldn’t be able to do much, but she wants to go. Especially because the battle
is in the north...against Da Yu.”
“Nearby where Lin Shu died...” whispered the Old Master to
himself. Gravely, Prince Ting Shen nodded. Everyone in the kingdom knew the
dire situation of Liang. Despite decades of defending the country under the
brave leadership of former Emperor Jing, General Meng Zhi and General Mu
Nihuang, even the bravest person knew that Liang had a very thin chance this
time. Nihuang was most likely going to the north without the intention to
return. Instead, she wanted to die there, near the place where Lin Shu had died.
A swallow swooped down from the sky very close to the closest
window from where they were sitting. Ting Shen blinked back his tears and
realised that the hall was getting dim. Several servants entered the hall to light
more lamps. Prince Ting Shen fixed his seating.
“Master, will you take her with you?” he gently asked the
Old Master.
Lin Chen studied the floor for a short while before nodding.
“Where is she?”
“Outside. Most likely playing with Fei Liu.”
The Old Master chuckled. Fanning himself for no apparent
reason, he ordered Fei Liu to bring Mu Lingyang in. Fei Liu’s excitement was
evident in his quick steps as he entered the hall, chased by a six years old
girl.
Prince Ting Shen introduced the little girl to the Old
Master. “This is Mu Lingyang, Aunt Nihuang’s grand-daughter. Also the grand-daughter
of Adopted Father.”
Lin Chen sharply exhaled. He never met Nihuang’s only grand-daughter.
He’d met her son years ago when she took him to Mt Langya. He remembered that
he was awed at the similarity between Mu Nishu with Lin Shu. An exact carbon
copy. Now, the little girl that stood in front of him was the exact carbon copy
of Nihuang, though her lively eyes were sprinkled with a spark that was Lin
Shu’s. A very familiar silver bracelet was dangling on her tiny wrist. Lin Chen
glanced for a few seconds at the bracelet. The little girl noticed that. Briskly,
she hid the bracelet behind her back. The Old Master smiled and kneeled so that
he was at eye-level with the girl.
The silver bracelet (NIF, Ep 1) |
“Hello Lingyang. I’m Lin Chen. I’m an old friend of your grand-parents. Would you like to stay here with me?”
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The Retired General Mu Nihuang and her son General Lin Nishu
eventually perished during the last battle with Wei. Some soldiers said that the old General Princess smiled in her death. When the Old Master Lin Chen heard about it, he did not wonder why she smiled.
The Kingdom of Liang was
finally defeated by Wei, which was later absorbed by the Sui Dynasty. Although bereft
that all his Liang friends were no more, noticing the benefit of a unified
country, the Old Master Lin Chen finally accepted the annexation. He expanded
his Langya Hall network to cover the Jianghu in the old Northern and Southern
Dynasties, now under the auspices of the Sui Dynasty. Lin Chen also adopted Mu
Lingyang as his own daughter and gave her the commands of the Langya Hall. He
specifically instructed Lingyang that the Hall should record all facts that
happened in and outside Jianghu and continued helping the poor and the weak in
obtaining justice, regardless of what kingdom or race they were from.
In the mid tenth century, Langya Hall was destroyed during
the transition from the Southern Tang Dynasty to the Song Dynasty. However, the late
Master Mu Lingyang had ensured that the secrets and teachings of Langya Hall still
lived on, carried by wandering teachers that was directly connected to Mount Langya
through blood or teaching.
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Mid Ming Dynasty
Princess Wing Ching, also known as Song Siu Ching, giggled
as her husband finally lowered her down safely. Chor Lau Heung had been bridal-carrying
her for a while, hopping from one tree to another. It’s not that Siu Ching had
no ching kung ability; her
gravity-defying skills had been very good even before she married the King of
Thieves. Yet, today the climb up Mount Langya was particularly steep, so when the
Lingering Fragrance offered to carry her to the peak, she happily accepted the
offer.
“Here we are...” Chor Lau Heung tenderly said. “Mount
Langya. One of the most beautiful mountains in the Central Plains.”
Siu Ching inspected the surroundings. They just landed on top
of the famous mountain, on a platform surrounded by tall and grand trees amidst
the mist. Although rather late in the season, pink hue of plum blossoms
decorated some trees, sending a waft of fragrance into the air. Swallows and
pigeons were but a few types of birds that she could identify flying around
them. She could hear the faint sound of a waterfall nearby. That would be
great, for she then could take a bath and...perhaps he could sneak up like he
did the first time they got married? She remembered one fine afternoon during
their honeymoon when she took a bath on a small lake while Lingering Fragrance
went hunting for dinner. To her pleasant surprise, her husband later joined her bath, which was followed by some activities on the lake shore that resulted in
her voicing her pleasure...rather loudly several times. Almost needless to say,
their dinner was delayed by several hours that night, but neither of them
regretted it.
Dare she hope that the exciting event would repeat itself
again?
Yet, when she turned around to suggest such a possibility,
she was rather stunned to see the changed expression in Chor Lau Heung’s face. His
usually jovial countenance was sombre and somewhat respectful. Siu Ching tilted
her head, wondering what went wrong.
“Chor tai-gor, is everything okay?” Since he didn’t reply,
she took one of his hands and caressed her own face with that hand. “Are you
okay?”
As if waking up from a trance, Chor Lau Heung blinked. He looked
at her as if he hadn’t seen her for a while. Then he turned around to inspect
their surroundings. He detected a smaller platform on a rock a jump away from
their place. Ignoring her question, he took her hand and jumped to the second
platform. He then left her as he explored the rocky wall that sheltered the
platform. He returned a few minutes later, asking her to follow him. Behind the
wall was an opening well-hidden by hanging roots. He set aside the roots and
slipped into the darkness. Bewildered, Siu Ching followed Lau Heung entered the
small opening. She found themselves inside a small landing. Lau Heung produced a
pair of flint stones and created fire. He lit a staff he found outside to light
their surroundings before giving her the new torch. Lingering Fragrance then
crouched to clear something. He groped here and there until he found a
mechanism to open a hidden opening which, judging from the loud noise when
opened, seemed to have not been opened for a very long time.
“Chor tai-gor, where are we going? What is this place?”
Lingering Fragrance looked at his wife, almost as if he just
realised she was there. He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Siu Ching. When I took
you here, I didn’t say the real reason for me wanting to come here.”
“Not for sightseeing, I take it?” his wife lifted one of her
fine eyebrows.
“Not really.” He took the torch from Siu Ching’s hand and
checked the opening. “I think it’s okay for us to go in. The air inside is
fresh.”
Yet, Siu Ching didn’t feel like going without further
information. She stayed still. “What is this place?”
Chor Lau Heung looked at her again for some moments until he
realised he had to tell her what little he knew. “What do you know about my
master?”
“The no-name master of yours? The amazing teacher who raised
you to be who you are.”
The King of Thieves smiled. “Yes, Master No-Name. Many
people always asked me where he was from, what his lineage was, and so on, and
so forth.”
Siu Ching folded her arms as she recalled something. “I
asked you about it once, but you were very vague about it.”
“It’s because I wasn’t sure about it myself. My teacher told
me of his lineage of course, but he said that until I see it for myself, I better
keep it to myself. For his lineage was very famous, and without evidence, I’d
better not tell anyone about it. And believe it or not, despite my adventures, I
never got to come here until now. Perhaps... perhaps because I was scared that
it would prove to be incorrect.”
Intrigued, Siu Ching stepped forward into the opening. “And
how are you going to get the evidence?”
Chor Lau Heung gently ushered his wife into the small
opening. “By entering this hole... and then somewhere down, by using this.” He
produced a silk pouch from his pocket and took a silver bracelet from the
pouch. Siu Ching recognised the bracelet. It was a simple wide bracelet with
some ancient characters engraved on it. She had seen Lingering Fragrance
playing with the bracelet several times. He had said that it belonged to his
teacher, but he didn’t tell how important it was.
“That bracelet...you’re going to use it to open a door?”
The King of Thieves nodded. “Theoretically, at least.” He
took her hand and led her through the opening. After walking through a tunnel,
they arrived at a stone door. Lau Heung lifted the torch to inspect the door
again until he found a hidden indentation with some embossed markings. Tentatively,
he placed the bracelet on the indentation, such that the ancient characters
matched the embossed markings. He pushed the bracelet. A creaking sound was the
evidence that he held the right key to the place.
Chor Lau Heung and Song Siu Ching entered the stone door and
emerged into an open space hidden in the womb of Mount Langya. The open space
was not truly ‘open’, for large trees had grown on its ground, creating a
forest within the mountain. Siu Ching looked up to see the afternoon sky amidst
the dense tree canopy. Squinting to see the surroundings, she thought she saw
large indentations on the walls; almost as if they were book shelves. Slowly,
she turned to see Chor Lau Heung, who himself was looking around in awe.
“So it does exist...” he whispered in reverence.
“What... does exist, Chor tai-gor?” Siu Ching shivered
suddenly, more due to the mysterious ambiance than the temperature. “What is this place?”
“This place is, or rather, was, Langya Hall. Once, this place was the most
powerful place in Central Plains for it held all known knowledge of the ancient
world. Before greed and war destroyed the place, that is. You see, my
teacher...” Lau Heung examined the silver bracelet on his hand, “ – he was the
last known descendant of the last Master of Langya Hall. Old Mistress Mu Lingyang was her name. In turn, she was the descendant of a very prominent
strategist of the Liang Dynasty.”
“The... the Liang Dynasty?” Siu Ching slowly sat on a rock
under a tree. “That was...what, seven...or eight hundred years ago?”
Chor Lau Heung just slowly blinked his eyes once for confirmation.
Then, realising his wife’s stunned face, he smiled and sat next to her. “Perhaps
I need to start from the beginning. But we might be late for dinner again.”
Siu Ching smiled. “It seems we’re going to camp here for the
night. I bought some buns from the last village we visited today. That should
do it until you finish your story.”
Lingering Fragrance nodded. He reached for Siu Ching’s hands
and caressed her palms with his thumbs. She shivered from his touch; he smiled.
“Thank you, Siu Ching. I will make it up to you later.”
Upon receiving her consenting smile, he reached for his
bracelet and traced its ancient characters with his thumb. He started:
“Eight hundred years ago, there lived a very brave general
named Lin Xie. He had a son named Lin Shu...”
-xxx-
Author’s note:
When watching Nirvana
in Fire (Langya Bang), I realised a similarity between Mei Changsu and Chor Lau
Heung. In addition to being brave and siding with justice, truth and all those noble
values, both men were very smart and were great strategists. The two big
differences between them were that CLH was a jovial person with amazing kungfu,
while MCS lost his kungfu and was very subdued, understandably, due to what
happened with his family. Then I wondered if I could link the two heroes
together somehow. Establishing CLH as a descendant of MCS and Nihuang seemed so
cheesy, so I opted to link the King of Thieves with the Liang Strategist through
his teacher, the un-named expert.
I always
want Mei Changsu (or Lin Shu) ending up with Nihuang and that their descendant
would link back to Prince Jing. I also want to always make a reference on CLH’s
excellent arts of making love (he should be!), thus I wrote a bit of nuances in
this fan-fiction also for these purposes.
The silver bracelet in this fan-fiction refers to the military bracelet that all Chiyan soldiers, including Lin Shu, wore in their battles. Lin Shu still kept his bracelet after assuming the Mei Changsu identity; and I assume that the bracelet would be given to Nihuang later, whether they were married or not.
The silver bracelet in this fan-fiction refers to the military bracelet that all Chiyan soldiers, including Lin Shu, wore in their battles. Lin Shu still kept his bracelet after assuming the Mei Changsu identity; and I assume that the bracelet would be given to Nihuang later, whether they were married or not.
I know that many CLH fans might have not seen Langya Bang yet or vice versa. Not that I force you to either. But I hope that this fanfiction still resonates with you, somehow. For NIF/LYB fans, feel free to correct me if I miss anything from the Langya settings. I haven't read the novel, most likely will not have time for it, but I'm all ears.
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