After saying this this man then approached Hek-giam-lo, looked at him for a moment and said. “You are Hek-giam-lo, aren't you? Lend your gun for a moment, I'm going to bury the bodies."
Hek-giam-lo grunted and stepped back, raising his scythe above his head, ready to lunge.
The young man laughed mockingly. "Are you afraid that I will run away from your weapon? Ha-ha, I've often heard that the human demon Hek-giam-lo has very high intelligence, perhaps he only relies on a scythe for his life, so he's afraid of losing his weapon. Hek-giam-lo, my flute is of gold, far more valuable than your scythe, both in price and in use. If you're afraid I'll run away from your scythe, let me take my flute first."
As a great figure in the world of martial arts, where would Hek-giam-lo give up his weapon? Weapons relied on are as valuable as lives. He snorted again, shaking his skull face.
The tall handsome young man smiled broadly, but his pair of eyes gave off a sharp gleam. "Please accept this!" he shouted and the flute in his right hand suddenly shot like lightning striking towards Hek-giam-lo's left neck. This attack is unbelievably fast, and also unexpected because the movement of the flute seen from the front looks like a twist, the ends of which form a circle that cannot be guessed where to look for the target.
Suddenly Hek-giam-lo saw that the tip of the flute was almost touching his solar plexus. But he is very clever. While making a groaning sound like a demon, his left hand grabbed from the side to catch the flute and pushed it to the right so that it missed his solar plexus, that dangerous part. What a surprise when he felt how easily he could grab the flute, instead it seemed that the owner let go of the flute.
He suspected that there would be a trick, but it was too late because at that moment a very strong force came and snatched his scythe. He was still trying to defend it with his right hand, but suddenly the flute in his left hand moved to stab his chest again. He was forced to divert his attention and energy to his left hand which was gripping the flute, trying to grab the flute to save himself. It's more important to save yourself from the threat of the flute, and then try to reclaim the weapon.
The youth laughed as he jumped backwards, the long sickle already in his hand. “Hek-giam-lo, thank you for your kindness. I'll just borrow your scythe for a while, when it's done I'll return it.”
After saying that, this strange young man then glanced left and right for a while, then suddenly he jumped to the left, with one jump his body flew more than ten meters away. May he choose soft ground behind a large rock. The scythe in her hand moved and a glistening light appeared as she quickly dug into the ground with it.
"Heh, you must be the arrogant young man who goes by the name Kim-siauw-eng (Golden Flute Warrior)!" came Skeleton Face's hoarse voice. "Give me back my weapon."
The Golden Flute didn't answer, but kept digging very quickly so that in a moment a large hole had been dug in front of him. But he still continued to dig fast.
A soft black light rolled gliding towards his back. This black light came from Hek-giam-lo who released his secret weapon called Hek-in-tok-ciam (Black Cloud Poisonous Needle). The poison of the needles, which are seven in number, is so great that they emit black vapor as if a cloud envelops them when these small objects glide in search of victims.
Seeing Hek-giam-lo using his skill to remove needles, Siang-mou Sin-ni and It-gan Kai-ong were shocked. They both knew how great those needles were. Now the Golden Flute, which turned out to be just a young man, was attacked from behind and the young man was engrossed in digging the ground. How could he save himself?
The Gold Flute dug in with fast and strange movements. Not only was the right hand holding the scythe moving, but his whole body was moving too. A farmer would laugh at him because the way he dug the ground with a scythe was so funny, jumping up and down, rocking and staggering. However, if you see the results of the excavation in front of him, people will be dumbfounded. Ten hoes working together with a good hoe may not be able to dig such a large hole in such a short amount of time.
Now the three holy men were amazed. Without looking back the Golden Flute was still working and when the black cloud coils that wrapped the poison needles came towards him and scattered towards the seven important passages of blood, he was still moving about digging a hole. But now, between the flashes of white crescent light, you can see rolls of bluish light that emits a strong wind. Suddenly the black cloud flipped up to three feet away, Hek-giam-lo let out a great growl and the black cloud rushed forward again, Skeleton Face stood half crouched, his arms stretched out in front of him and he mustered his singular strength to give a shove to him. secret weapon.
The Gold Flute delayed his digging motions. He also turned around and apparently in his left hand there was a blue fan with a beautiful painting on it. He fanned the thing forward with a cry. "Hek-giam-lo, I accept your challenge, but wait a moment until I finish my work." He whipped up his fan again and once again the black cloud that had been pushing forward was blown back up to five feet away.
Without caring about Hek-giam-lo who was forced to take back the needles, the Golden Flute jumped here and there and you could see the scattered corpses one by one floating into the big hole he had dug earlier. A very terrible sight. The corpses seemed to come to life and fly away like curious demons. Though the Gold Flute only used the tip of the sickle to gouge the corpses. In a short time the eleven corpses had all flown into the hole. Suling Emas then filled the hole with excavated soil. He did this job so quickly that the time to dig and 'bury' it in no more than ten minutes!
“Ho-ho-hah-hah, the Gold Flute's name is head for the sky. Presumably only a little boy who could not bear to see the corpses scattered. Ha ha ha." It-gan Kai-ong laughed mockingly.
“It-gan Kai-ong, please accept my greetings. To think that at this peak Thai-san will meet a king, what a joy,” Gold Flute replied.
"So handsome! Handsome... and a real boy. Great! Golden Flute, come with me...” Siang-mou Sin-ni's voice was very sweet and melodious, her smile alluring and her eyes twinkling. An ordinary young man would probably collapse his heart and breach his defenses when faced with this intoxicating smile and glare. Indeed, Siang-mou Sin-ni was of extraordinary beauty, the fragrance of her hair was intoxicating, and there was something miraculous, an aura of unnatural power emanating from her body.
Gold Flute turned red as he nodded and bowed in respect. “Afternoon-mou Sin-ni, thank you. I see that among the corpses there is a young man who you have sucked out the contents of his spine, are you still not full?”
Siang-mou Sin-ni just chuckled at this mockery. Meanwhile, It-gan Kai-ong then rebuked, “Kim-siauw (Golden Flute), you are still so young, how dare you say our names? How did you know that I am It-gan Kai-ong?”
Gold Flute laughed. “There are many kings in this world, but those who like to wear patched clothes, are only beggar kings. Among the many famous beggar kings, there are indeed some who are blind in both eyes, but the only one who is one-sided is It-gan Kai-ong.”
Noon-mou Sin-ni chuckled even louder, even the silent Skull Face also coughed to hold back his laughter. It-gan Kai-ong was scorching with anger. “Arrogant brat, dare you make fun of me? Come here, let's have a battle of wits."
"Wait a minute, Kai-ong. Let him try my hair shrewdness. If he can handle my hair, I don't need to kiss and bite him, hi-hi-hik!” Siang-mou Sin-ni stepped forward.
However the Gold Flute paid no heed to the two of them. He immediately approached Hek-giam-lo, handing over the scythe. "Here is your weapon, Hek-giam-lo, and thank you."
Hek-giam-lo stretched out his left hand to catch the hilt of his scythe, but the Golden Flute didn't let go. While smiling this young man extended his left hand towards his flute which was still held by Hek-giam-lo, then grabbed the flute. The two of them were now standing face to face with both hands holding both types of weapons, not letting go of each other. They stared at each other for a moment, hesitating on Hek-giam-lo's side, but then he loosened his grip on the flute. The Golden Flute also let go of the scythe and pulled the flute so that at another moment the two people had exchanged weapons.
Hek-giam-lo who was still angry and curious had already raised his sickle, ready to attack. However, he was defeated first by Siang-mou Sin-ni who had already jumped in front of the Golden Flute and while chuckling this woman moved her hair which made a squeaking sound like a hundred whips crashing into the Golden Flute. The sweet, intoxicating smell pierces the nose.
The Golden Flute quickly deployed its sinkang and jumped backwards, its flute swooped forward accompanied by its fan. There was a shrill sound as the golden flute met the thickest mass of hair, while the powerfully moving fan blew back the long hair that had rushed forward like it was alive.
Both the Gold Flute and Siang-mou Sin-ni each took three steps back and looked at each other in awe. Even Siang-mou Sin-ni looked surprised. He didn't expect that this handsome young man was so strong and shrewd. His scalp felt spicy and hot because the roots of his hair were shaken violently. On the other hand, the Golden Flute also understood that this woman was truly extraordinary, as he had heard for a long time. The fan and flute shook violently and he even glanced at the two guns to see if they had not been damaged.
“Afternoon-mou Sin-ni, don't be presumptuous. Since he insulted me earlier, I'm the one who has the right to challenge him. Eh, arrogant brat Gold Flute, dare you face me?” Hek-giam-lo was already taking another step forward, his left hand reaching into his pocket.
Golden Flute crosses the flute in front of the chest and the fan is raised above the head. He smiled serenely. “I climbed the peak of Thai-san feeling safe and at peace, with a mind happy and clear from enmity with anyone else. I want no enmity in this beautiful and cool place. However, if someone challenges me, even if I refuse to serve, my flute and fan must protect my name and honor.”
"So!" Hek-giam-lo shouted loudly.
His left hand protruded and as soon as it twitched, thirteen short swords that seemed to have been conjured out of his black robe had stuck into the ground, forming a circle. The circle consists of ten swords that stand in a row, in the middle of the circle three swords are stuck in a triangular shape. With a loud groan, Hek-giam-lo's body flew to the center of the circle and suddenly he was standing with one foot stepping on the hilt of a sword. The sword is small, you can imagine how high the ginkang (the art of lightening the body) must be needed to be able to stand on the hilt. The sword swayed, but Hek-giam-lo's body remained motionless, his scythe raised above his head.
"Good, may I serve you to play for a while Hek-giam-lo!" cried the Golden Flute and like a soaring eagle, his tall, well-built body leapt into the center of the circle, his right foot stepping on the hilt of another sword.
Hek-giam-lo greeted his opponent's arrival with a strangely creepy laugh, his scythe moved and flashed like white lightning, beheading the Golden Flute's neck. However, his opponent was not just anyone. Just crouching down a bit, the scythe passed above the head and once it moved both hands, the fan in the open left hand whipped towards the face of the skull while the flute was thrust towards the stomach. Simultaneously the Golden Flute had attacked violently with seemingly slow movements, but made no sound and it was difficult to predict its direction and target.
“Huhhhh...!” Hek-giam-lo gave a short snort, his scythe swung in a circle in front of the hull to block the flute, his body jumped backwards stepping on the hilt of another sword which was a fence.
“Hek-giam-lo, I know your martial art is great, every move leads to life. But this science competition is just to get to know each other, right? Whoever dismounts from the sword means he has given up."
"Talkative!" Hek-giam-lo snorted and his scythe snatched again, now successively and successively attacking from all directions, circling until the scythe disappeared, turning into a roll of dazzling white light.
The Gold Flute was forced to serve this pressure that was the claws of death threatening his life. With agility his body moves fast, disappears turning into a black shadow, his flute counters with a strike to the feet, his fan threatens the head and robs the scythe. Now Hek-giam-lo was forced to jump around the sword stakes, because it seemed that Suling Emas was trying hard to force her down from the stakes with attacks that were always aimed at her feet that stepped on the hilts of the swords.
“Rotten Skeleton, leave Handsome to me!” Siang-mou Sin-ni screamed and this woman had already jumped onto the hilt of the sword. From behind her hair grabbed onto the Gold Flute's neck to strangle him. It seemed that this woman was worried that the handsome young man who was going to be her victim would be killed by Hek-giam-lo who was very shrewd.
But even though the Golden Flute was still young, it turned out to have amazing agility. As soon as Siang-mou Sin-ni's hair grabbed him, his body flew to the left, his fan whipped Hek-giam-lo's face and his flute from below struck Siang-mou Sin-ni's chest.
"Ihhhh... you want to kill me?" The woman shrieked as she dodged quickly. "You don't like me? Is there any woman prettier than me?”
"If necessary, what's wrong with killing you? You also want my life,” replied the Golden Flute as he lunged again, simultaneously facing the two powerful opponents.
“Wow, what a shame. Thian-te Liok-koai (Six World Devils) are already famous as the six undefeated figures in the world. The two of them now can't beat a green boy? If I don't get involved in eradicating it, Thian-te Liok-koai's reputation will be tarnished!” It-gan Kai-ong the King of One-Eyed Beggar jumped and grabbed his staff. His movements were great and the sword he stepped on didn't move at all, indicating that the ginkang he had was of a very high level.
The Gold Flute complained in his heart. If he faced them on hard ground, even though he didn't dare hope for victory, he could take care of himself much better than if he was beaten by three on these sword stakes. He tried to play his flute and fan as best he could, closed himself off with a defense as solid as a steel fortress, and looked for opportunities to knock down his opponents one by one. However, he had to admit the greatness of the three figures whom he had seen for the first time in his life. Not even twenty moves he was already pressed great.
Suddenly there was a loud sound. The three magic men somersaulted and jumped out of the circle of stakes. It turned out that all the sword stakes, except for the one that the Golden Flute stepped on, had collapsed crosswise! The three holy men just felt how the wind blows violently down, knocking down the sword stakes without being able to stop them anymore, they are forced to jump and perform somersaults and as if hearing an order, the three of them then run fast and disappear from that place.
Gold Flute was astonished. He jumped down, grabbed the thirteen short swords with his hands, then threw them in the direction Hek-giam-lo disappeared, shouting, “Dark Devil, take your swords away!”
The thirteen blades flew like a flock of birds and disappeared behind the boulders that surrounded the peak. The power of this Golden Flute is indeed extraordinary, and it is only fitting that he be the opponent of powerful people like the three figures earlier.
There was the sound of someone taking a deep breath. Gold Flute quickly turned around and the hairs on his neck stood up when he saw an old geezer already standing in front of him. He felt scary because there was no way someone, no matter how powerful, could approach him without hearing him at all. His hearing caught his breath, how could this grandfather's movements not be heard at all and suddenly he was standing behind him? Is this grandpa good at disappearing?
With inquiring eyes he looked at the old man.
It is difficult to estimate its age because it is too old. Seeing this grandpa reminded people of images of gods. His hair is two-colored, thick and sparse, long down his back. Little bun above the head, the ends loose to the shoulders and back. His mustache and beard are also black and white, hanging down. A pair of thick eyebrows, a wide forehead, a pair of clear eyes with a dreamy glazed eye, a mouth that is half covered with sideburns always smiles kindly.
His robe was loose gray-black, his shoes were thick cloth, underneath were made of woven grass, the sleeves were very wide. On the back of this grandfather looks a khim musical instrument. Presumably because he was so old that this old man's body was slightly hunchbacked and looked short. It looks normal, like other grandfathers who are very old, only the earlobes are perhaps too big for ordinary people, reminding people of the earlobes of Buddha statues and gods.
The Golden Flute quickly stood up in a respectful manner, raising both hands in front of his chest while saying, "Excuse me, Locianpwe (Grandpa Sakti), is it true that I suspect that Locianpwe is Mrs. Kek Siansu?"
The old man laughed and a strange look appeared on his face because behind his lips, two rows of teeth were still intact and neat. "Not wrong, young man. Hopefully with the arrival of spring, the Most Merciful will bestow blessings on you...."
The Gold Flute was startled and he quickly fell to his knees. He was embarrassed that the congratulations on Spring Day were preceded by this grandpa. "Locianpwe, forgive the teecu (student)'s impudence earlier. Teecu wishes you a Happy Spring, wishing Locianpwe always healthy, happy and blessed with a long life."
"Ha-ha-ha-ha, cute young man, you live happily together with health and longevity. Do you think that if you are healthy you will have a long life, and if you have a long life you will be happy? Ha ha ha!"
“Teecu begging for guidance, Locianpwe.”
"Your flute was playing the sword art Pat-sian Kiam-hoat (Sword of the Eight Immortals) and your fan was playing the fan art Lo-hai San-hoat (The Chaotic Ocean Fan Art), are you Kim-mo Taisu?"
Golden Flute was very surprised and he quickly nodded his head until his forehead touched the earth. "I hope Locianpwe, who earlier helped Teecu from the beating of three devil humans, would thank Teecu. The Kim-mo Taisu that Locianpwe asked about was the late Suhu (Master), and it was he who had previously told Teecu that Teecu would look for opportunities on the first day of spring to meet Locianpwe and ask for guidance.”
“Ha-ha-ha, Thian (God) is fair and wise, today gives a gift with a very good match. So Kim-mo Taisu is your teacher? He died before me? Ha-ha, I dare say that he certainly died in the service of a hero. Indeed, he has always had a patriotic spirit.”
"Locianpwe didn't think wrong. Suhu died when there was a war against the Khitan people in the Ho-peh area. Teecu was only injured, but couldn't prevent that from happening,” the Golden Flute's voice was soft, but there wasn't the slightest hint of sadness. His heart was too ripe and hardened to be overcome by grief.
“Hmmm, dozens of years he struggled to help Cao Kuang Yin in his efforts to establish the House of Sung. Until Cao Kuang Yin became Emperor Sung Tai Cu, your master still helped him and eventually cost him his life. He is a true patriot, selfless, not chasing rank, just wants to see the country strong and its people prosperous. After all, everything has been planned and will be carried out by God. Young man, what's your name?"
"Teecu is known as Kim-siauw-eng (Golden Flute Warrior), and teecu doesn't use any other name anymore."
“Ha-ha, so young, has swallowed the bitterness of life. Be careful, young people, your heartbreak can push you to be as indifferent as you are now, to forget the past, and in the end, if you are not strong in your heart, it can make you a cruel person. It's good that you haven't gotten that far, the proof is that you still want to bury the bodies."