Something a bit special today. I recently hosted a little contest for some young Chinese language learners. The challenge was to write a very short xianxia story. Keep in mind, these were young kids (8-10 years old) who have only been learning English for a few years. Please read the winning story after the jump (I edited it only a bit). And if you have a moment, please leave an encouraging comment for the author, David. I'll show him all the comments! If you want him to continue the story, say so and maybe I can convince him to write part 2. Haha.
P.S. Check out my drawing of Meng Hao's new Wild Giant!
Chapter 357: Proud Mr. Zhou Translator: Deathblade Contributing Editors: Madam Deathblade, anonpuffs Proofreaders: Lingson and MeeBoo Memes: MemeBoo Meme Archives: Yascob, joeljbright Sponsor: Karen Nguyen, Pedro Pulido, ultramilkman, and Rudolph Arreola
Many thanks to all the Fellow Daoists for bringing the fourth sponsored chapter of the week!... . . .
The Element Fight By David Dai During the Tang Dynasty, Li and Xu were training to be Cultivators. Their master, Wang, was an Immortal and a great Cultivator known throughout China. Li and Xu both had the element of fire, as did their master. Wang had an enemy, Guo Ming, the master of metal. One day at the temple, Li and Xu were learning to use the fireball technique. Suddenly, the temple wall broke into rubble and ash. Their master recognized this move. It was the ‘Metal Dart.’ “You aren’t getting any better, Guo Ming!” “Neither are you, Wang!” Wang’s eyes glittered and he jumped into the air. Two metal darts flew past him. He waved his hand, causing fireballs to fly toward Guo Ming. Guo Ming waved his hand and a metal shield appeared, which then melted. “You know metal can’t beat fire!” shouted Wang. He touched the ground and then pulled out a flame sword, which then turned into millions of fire darts. Guo Ming waved his arm, causing metal darts to shoot out from the ground. Unfortunately, the fire darts had already reached him. He tried to jump away, but it was too late. He fell back down, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and died.