Even though Kok-Ceng Cu is over thirty years old, he has never been close to a woman. Indeed he does not like women and has vowed to remain single for the rest of his life. Now he became very angry facing this strange beautiful woman whose attitude was arrogant, her laughter was open without knowing this decency and decency. “Impolite woman! I don't like talking to you, but if you want to know, I'm Kok Ceng Cu the fifth disciple of Hoa-san-pai. Never mind, go don't add to your disgust by laughing like a demon!”
“Hi-hi-hik, pure boy, strong guts. Good, good, what a coincidence. Eh, Kok Ceng Cu, see you lifted this small rock earlier, I don't know if you are strong enough to take a throw from me?”
Without waiting for an answer, the woman moved her head and... the beautiful and long hair moved lifelike towards the white mountain rock near which the sacred people had been playing with. The movement was so fast and suddenly the stone was thrown towards Kok Ceng Cu. Really left everyone speechless. How can that long beautiful hair be used to lift and throw stones that weigh more than five hundred pounds?
However, Kok Ceng Cu did not have time to be surprised. Seeing the boulder coming towards her head, he quickly moved both arms, caught the boulder and exerted his strength, throwing the boulder back at the woman while screaming, “Evil demon, take it back!”
The Kok Ceng Cu throw was performed with full exertion, the consequences would be terrible if the woman was crushed. Presumably this strange woman didn't care about the rocks coming, she just raised her left arm to parry. There was a loud crash and the rock was thrown to the left, breaking in two!
This incident really surprised everyone, and at the same time it was known to them that this woman turned out to have extraordinary intelligence. Also Kok Ceng Cu was aware of this, but regretted it was too late. While giggling and laughing, the woman moved her head again and now her hair was loose, sliding forward and at another moment, Kok Ceng Cu's wrists, arms and neck had involved her hair. No matter how this fifth disciple of Hoa-san-pai exerted all his strength to escape, the effort was futile as if a fly was trying to escape from a cobweb, thrashing around to no avail, instead the hairs were getting tighter. tied hands and choked neck.
“Hi-hi-hic, fight back, the louder the better your blood will run faster!” With a chuckle, the woman shook her head again.
Kok Ceng Cu's body jerked forward, spun and could no longer be prevented from approaching the woman. Suddenly the beautiful woman's face became violent, her eyes shone, her mouth opened and... very fast her mouth approached the nape of Kok Ceng Cu's neck and bit him, kept on sucking! How come Ceng Cu let out a terrible scream, his face turned pale green and a few seconds later his soul had left his body!
“Abominable demon...!”
KokBin Cu and three of his younger siblings moved forward to lunge at the woman. However, they staggered backwards and Kok Ceng Cu's cold body was thrown towards them, accompanied by the sound of the woman's laughter. Seeing the state of Kok Ceng Cu who had become a corpse, Kok Bin Cu quickly grabbed and hugged this youngest brother with great sadness. There were also three other younger siblings who stood ready, but hesitated to jump without Kok Bin Cu's orders. They were aware of the shrewdness of this demon woman and were terrified too.
“Cuh! Cuhhhhh!” There was the sound of people spitting and Leng Hi, the fourth student of Bu-tong-pai, was swearing because he was hit in the face by a thick spit that he didn't know where it came from.
"Ho-ho-hah, Siang-mou Sin-ni don't party alone!" This male voice like a dilapidated drum was heard and at the same time it looked like a person.
A clothed beggar, old and hunchbacked, his face pale as a corpse. Her hair was long down to her shoulders, messy and messy. His left eye is blind, his right eye is wide open. His clothes were dirty and full of patches, only a pair of shoes were new. He was holding a battered stick, standing there with his back slightly bent.
At first glance, he is just an ordinary dirty beggar, even an abnormal beggar, half crazy. This was seen in his hideous face, what's more, his mouth was wide and always slightly open, showing a large tooth, the only tooth in the old mouth.
Again he spat, "Cuh-chuh-chuh!" to the right and left, so disgusting.
Seeing this, Leng Li Hwesio got angry, “Old man you are dirty, were you the one who spat on the pinpin just now?”
“Ho-ho-hah-hah, I do like to spit, used to spit on scabies dogs and cats with mange. Would rather spit on a bald ass, duh-chuh!” His face turned downwards and he spat downwards.
But strangely, two times he spat, both times Leng Hi Hwesio's face, which was on his right side within three meters, was hit by thick spit, some of which entered his nostrils. Somehow the spit can fly sideways and tilted.
The beggar grandfather pranced for joy, clapping his hands and laughing. “Ha-ho-hoh! Very good. Bu-tong donkey is good to be a spittoon spit!”
“Despicable bastard!” How could Leng Hi Hwesio endure his temper? With overflowing anger he had drawn his sword and lunged at the beggar.
"Ho-ho-ha-hah, it's a big fortune today to be able to spit dead Bu-tong's donkey!"
Suddenly there was a loud sound and the sword in Leng Hi Hwesio's hand was thrown far away, hit the mountain rock and broke in two. Then the beggar grandfather kept on spitting and every time he spat, Leng Hi Hwesio cried out in pain. The rain of spit hit his body, but it didn't just make him dirty like before, now it felt like hard punches that hit the blood pathways in his body. Every time the old man spat and hit his body, he screamed groaning, then he rolled over to avoid himself. But the old man kept on spitting, it seemed even louder because now Leng Hi Hwesio's body was rolling like a worm exposed to hot ashes and fresh blood was coming out of his ears and nose!
“Abominable beggar, spare our Sute!” Leng Lo Hwesio and his two martial brothers quickly drew their swords and lunged at the beggar.
However, the beggar raised his staff, and at once the three swords were deflected and bounced off. Even though the three hwesio kosen did not let go of their swords, they felt their palms ache and burn. surprised them. Bu-tong-pai is famous for its swordsmanship which is driven by Iweekang power, incredibly strong. But now, just once, this grandpa can make their swords bounce. Yet they are the people occupying the second, third, and fourth levels in Bu-tong-pai, who are the most shrewd under their (teacher's) temperature!
Meanwhile, the grandfather continued to spit on Leng Hi Hwesio's body, who now could no longer move or move. Incredibly, the bald head was now filled with holes and blood mixed with brain was coming out of it. This fourth Hwesio is dead!
“Where are the Kun-lun people! Where are the smelly tosu-tosu from Kun-lun?” suddenly there was a sound and this time it came from... below!
The incidents that happened successively were too great, and the Kun-lun-pai tosu were still amazed and horrified to witness the deaths of a member of Hoa-san-pai's entourage and a Bu-tong-pai hwesio. Now hearing this clanging from underground, they immediately turned pale and quickly looked towards the sound. Of course their eyes were directed downwards, because that was where the sound came from.
“Hi-hi-hik, It-gan Kai-ong! Hearing that, the Living Skeleton Hek-giam-lo also came. It's going to be crowded now!” The long haired woman was laughing now.
The One-Eyed Beggar also laughed and spat left and right. “Good, and it just so happens that the Kun-lun people are here. Very well. Come on, Hek-giam-lo rotten skull, show yourself, are you afraid to see so many Kun-lun-pai people?”
Hearing the mention of Hek-giam-lo, Ang Kun Tojin's face turned even paler. He had never met Hek-giam-lo, but he knew this name which his teacher called a black character who was very vile and evil, instead there was a seed of enmity with Kun-lun-pai, namely the enemy of the late teacher Ang Kun Tojin.
There was a roar like a tiger from the ground. Suddenly the ground along with the rocks flew and suddenly the ground had big holes. From the hole, a light like lightning flew towards the five Kun-lun-pai tosu.
These tosu are not random people. Their level of martial arts, like that of the Hoa-san-pai and Bu-tong-pai people, has reached a very high level. With one glance, they understood that what had grabbed this was a very sharp and pointed weapon, which was followed by a black shadow shooting out. Quickly the five of them jumped backwards, drew their swords and parried.
“Trang-trang-trang...!” there was a loud sound.
Sparks scattered, followed by the flying of three swords, that is, three of the five swords that met the gleaming weapon. Then there was a terrible scream and Pek Sin Tojin, the tosu with a mole on his nose, collapsed in a bath of blood. From the neck to the stomach there were long scratches, skin wounds but very horrible. What more if they saw their opponent who was now standing in front of them, really goosebumps.
He was a moderate body, even a little thin. The whole body was wrapped in all black, except for a pair of thin, small hands. His face was the face of a skull, hideous white bones with two black eye holes, the head of the skull was covered by a black pointed cap, both feet were wearing black shoes too. In his hand was a sickle weapon that was very sharp and pointed, slightly curved.
The sickle weapon was now moving towards Pek Sin Tojin's body, once with a flash, the skin on the tosu's body was sliced to shreds. Pek Sin Tojin was writhing and rolling, blood covered his body and face, but the scythe kept moving, getting faster and faster. Four of the Tosu Kun-lun-pai lunged again, two of them including Ang Kun Tojin used swords, the other two because their swords were thrown, lunged with fists. But amazingly, this skeleton only moved his left hand and all the attacks were parried by the edge of his sleeve. The scythe in his right hand kept moving, slicing Pek Sin Tojin's body to shreds.
Cruelty that raises hairs. Pek Sin Tojin couldn't moan anymore, his body twitched, then he was silent. The scythe's movement also stopped and now the scythe was flashing towards the four Kun-lun-pai people who were ganging up on it.
Meanwhile the people of Bu-tong-pai had moved to gang up on the beggar grandfather who served the three Bu-tong-pai boarding houses while spitting and cursing. On the other hand, the four Hoa-san-pais also ganged up on the long-haired woman who was serving them while giggling coquettishly.
It's a very exciting battle but not balanced strength. Like three wild tigers being beaten by a group of rabbits. The scythe in the middle of the living skull struck like thunder and in a moment the two Tosu Kun-lun-pai were lying on their backs with their bodies almost cut into two pieces, while Ang Kun Tojin and one of his sute were also injured.
Also a terrible woman named Siang-mou Sin-ni (Goddess of Fragrant Hair) had killed two Hoa-san-pai with lashes of her hair. This woman just stood straight, her head twitched and her hair flying around her body, parrying weapons and slamming opponents. Do not look down on this hair, because when it hits an opponent, it is as if it has turned into a very strong steel wire.
It-gan Kai-ong (King of One-Eyed Beggar), spitting and cursing. His spit blinded an opponent who was then stabbed in the head by a stick and died instantly. Leng Lo Hwesio exerted all of his Bu-tong Kiam-hoat swordsmanship, but was utterly powerless against the beam of that old man's staff.
They all knew that if they continued, they would all die. As if someone gave the order, Ang Kun Tojin, KokBin Cu, and Leng Lo Hwesio jumped away leaving the dead sutenya. They also suffered serious injuries.
“Ha-ha-ho-ho! Siang-mou Sin-ni, Hek-giam-lo, let them go to inform their respective parties!”
"Don't worry about it, petty beggar!" Siang-mou Sin-ni pouted her red lips while stroking her long hair carefully. “If I wanted to, do you think that old Hoa-san could leave alive?”
“Ho-ho-hah! How are you, Hek-giam-lo, satisfied that you were able to kill four Kun-lun figures today?” The beggar turned to the Skeleton.
"I didn't come to Thai-san for that," Hek-giam-lo the Living Skeleton answered shortly.
"Hi-hic, what else would you do if not to ask something from Mrs. Kek Siansu? Iihhh, Hek-giam-lo, since when have you become a beggar like this petty beggar?” Siang-mou Sin-ni scoffed. However, Hek-giam-lo did not answer, only snorted angrily.
“Ho-hah, little devil, your tongue is really limp. Your lips are smooth with honey, but your spit is like brotowali and pepper! You yourself came at the beginning of spring, would you wish the mountain devils a long life? Ho-ho, you yourself will also beg for knowledge, right?”
“Tch, your mouth stink, dirty beggar! I heard that Mrs. Kek Siansu will appear in the world. I want to see if he can handle my hair, if I can, then I want to appoint him as a teacher, not begging like you!”
“Ha-ha, martial arts! Being a student and begging for knowledge, what's the difference? Shame on all cats, duh!” It-gan Kai-ong spits near his feet and a rock near him has a hole in the spit! "Isn't that right, Hek-giam-lo?"
The Living Skeleton didn't answer, didn't nod or shake his head but just let out a "Huhhh!"
“Ahhh, annoying this rotten Skeleton. Has it suddenly become mute? Do you want to hide your voice like you've been hiding your face for years? Oh, how I wanted to rip that skull off and see if it was a man or a woman, if a man was handsome or ugly, young or old!”
“Hmmm...” The living skeleton took a step back, its face facing Siang-mou Sin-ni and its terrifying scythe was lifted up, apparently ready to fight.
It-gan Kai-ong pranced laughing and clapping their hands. "Good, good...! I also have a very, very desire, which is to see you fighting knowledge. How crowded it would be, I don't know anyone with just an empty name. Siang-mou Sin-ni or Hek-giam-lo. Come on, start!”
For a moment, Siang-mou Sin-ni hesitated, her head was already tense, she looked like she was about to move her hair wildly. However, his eyes glanced at the old beggar, then suddenly he chuckled. “Hi-hi-hik, rotten old beggar, you're trying to trick us both, huh? You complain about us, so that both of them die or fail, then you intervene and can monopolize the knowledge from Mrs. Kek Siansu. Is that so? Guile!"
“You want to fight each other or love each other, what does that have to do with me? After that, what do you want?" The grandfather scowled in annoyance.
"The three of us have to determine who is the most superior, he is the one who has the right to meet Mrs. Kek Siansu. The loser is declared worthless and must leave.”
"Agree!" replied It-gan Kai-ong. "How about you?" he asked Hek-giam-lo. Those who were questioned only nodded, remained standing in an stance, his attitude was very suspicious and distrustful of the two people in front of him.
The three saints stood in their stances, looking at each other with hateful eyes. They are as if three tigers ready to wait for the opponent's attack, tense down to their fur, but too careful to move first because they know that the opponent is very formidable, whoever is complacent will vanish.
Suddenly, Siang-mou Sin-ni screamed high and his hair moved like a black light flashing towards Hek-giam-lo. It was only a second or two difference between It-gan Kai-ong's movement that used a staff to attack this woman, and Hek-giam-lo's movement that used a scythe to attack It-gan Kai-ong. All at once the three of them had attacked and been attacked. At the same time they snorted loudly and dodged it with a lightning jump to the side. Now they stood in a triangle again, set their horses and didn't move. The echoes of their weapons grabbing just now could still be heard, resounding from a nearby ravine.
All three people's nerves were very tense, they were already preparing to make another lunge or attack. But suddenly their faces moved and their attention was attracted by the extraordinary sound of a flute. For a moment the sound of the flute is as melodious as the birds chirping in the morning to meet the rise of the sun, but at another moment it sounds as if a thunderbolt has struck a mountain, at this moment it sounds joyful like the voice of an angel laughing melodiously, at another moment it is like the cry of a woman left by her husband.
"Put our affairs on hold," said It-gan Kai-ong.
"We'll see who comes," continued Siang-mou Sin-ni nodding.
Hek-giam-lo just nodded and lowered his scythe. The longer the sound of the flute, the louder it sounded, as if the refiner was slowly approaching that place. These three holy men became tense, they guessed. They have heard of the big name Mrs. Kek Siansu who is adored by all the kang-ouw figures, but they have never seen her in their entire life. Was it the magic geezer who appeared just now while playing the flute?
Not long after, the flute player appeared from behind a boulder, walking calmly slowly towards the top while playing the flute he held in both hands. The flute glistened in the sun and it was easy to tell that it was made of pure gold. The blower was a tall, well-built man, handsome and dashing, aged between thirty years. Her attire was like that of a student, with a silk belt and a long flowing head scarf. This person's clothes only looked like student clothes, as well as his hat, but the color of his shoes, clothes, and hat were black, except for the yellow belt and hem of the robe. On the chest of his black shirt was a painting of a golden flute on a pink circle like the full moon.
"Iihhh... handsome...!" Siang-mou Sin-ni praised, her eyes looking passionately at that handsome face.
“Is this the person who goes by the name Gold Flute...?” It-gan Kai-ong said slowly as to himself. Meanwhile, Hek-giam-lo only let out an angry grunt.
Meanwhile the flute young man had already noticed three strange people on the peak, as well as the corpses strewn around the place. The sound of his flute stopped, he tucked it into his belt and his feet stepped wide and fast to that place. His forehead wrinkled, a pair of thick black eyebrows seemed to be connected together.
"Heinous...!" He grunted without caring about the three people.
"We killed them. You want to defend?" mocked It-gan Kai-ong defiantly.
The young man smiled, turned to the one-eyed beggar and said in a calm, dignified voice, “You kill people, it has nothing to do with me, I don't care, it's none of my business. But if you said I was here, don't expect you to indulge in cruelty at will."