Lu Sian saw clearly how the seven needles hit the target and disappeared into the old man's body through the path of blood that was directed at him. However, he was wide-eyed in surprise at how grandpa was still having fun playing yang-khim, only his eyes were now closed and his breath was holding. Not long after, white steam billowed from the crown of his white-haired head, followed by white steam coming out of his mouth and nose when the old man exhaled and... from inside the old man's mouth came out seven red needles, collapsed and fell scattering near yang- khim!
Lu Sian would never have believed it if he had not witnessed this strange thing himself. What knowledge do you havethat grandpa? Just now he saw clearly how well the needles hit the target! Lu Sian became shocked as well as uneasy. If this old man is an enemy, it means that he is now meeting someone who has extraordinary powers! And he remembered the warning that came out of his son's mouth earlier! It seems that this time he will not win, and is it true that death will take his life through the hands of this khim-playing grandfather? No, he couldn't just accept defeat!
Full of fury, Lu Sian jumped closer and now he used both hands simultaneously to deliver death blows to the old man's shoulders. This punch would scorch the heart and destroy the contents of the chest and to do this, both of Lu Sian's arms emitted black smoke and seemed to be burning with heat.
The two powerful punches hit their target, on both shoulders near the old man's neck. However, the grandfather was still sitting comfortably playing yang-khim while Lu Sian staggered backwards like a drunk. His two hands had clearly hit the target, but all of his energy seemed to be sucked into the bottomless ocean, throwing him off balance, and as a result he felt completely empty.
He stared blankly at the old man, who was clearly starting to get hit by his punch. The old man's skin from the shoulders down to the neck and his face turned very black, full of poison from the punch earlier. But that mouth still smiled and now a pair of clear eyes like those of a child looked at him with pity! Then the grandfather's singing was heard accompanied by a yang-khim voice.
Evil committed against an innocent person, will be returned to the fool who did it.
Like scattering dust against the wind,that will befall itself!
Lu Sian still stood dumbfounded looking at the old man and thought that soon the old man would surely collapse and die from the air of his blow. But strangely, the grandfather was still smiling and the black color was even slowly disappearing from the skin of his face and neck. It was as if in a dream Lu Sian sat down and listened to the grandfather's singing, which seemed to squeeze his heart.
You are like a dried leaf withering, the affairs of death have approached you.
You stand at death's door,Are you preparing for provisions on the trip? Make an island of refuge for you, fight wisely soon.
If you are clean from blemish and free from sin,you will reach heaven, the realm of the Aryans!
How manylong live this?
Unknowingly you have approached the King of Death. There will be nowhere to rest on the way,
and you have not prepared a provision!

The voice was seductive and seemed to squish Lu Sian's feelings. Unable to hold it any longer, so while kneeling in front of the old man he shouted. "Old man... I admit defeat. You kill me, no need to torture me with words!"
Lu Sian then burst into tears. The grandfather's singing seemed to echo all the rebukes andthe warning that came out of his son's mouth earlier and because of that made his heart break even more. He remembers the misguidance of his life and realizes how much he has longed for a normal life as an ordinary human being in a happy family so far.
Yang-khim's voice stopped. With a calm movement, the grandfather slung his musical instrument on his shoulder and said, "Feeling tormented because you are aware that your sins are good. What has happened is past, let evil deeds not be repeated. Get used to not enjoying evil deeds. Suffering in life is the fruit of to evil deeds that become our own tree of life. Miserable people, aren't you the one who is called Tok-siauw-kwi? There is no enmity between us, why do you come to attack me and now ask me to kill?"
Lu Sian looked up, but he couldn't resist the old man's eyes for a long time-for a long time, then he lowered his head again and remained on his knees. "Everyone in the world is hostile to me, kang-ouw, why don't you? Never mind, you don't need to play games with me, old man. You are too powerful for me, I admit defeat. As soon as you put down a deadly hand to finish my story, I'm tired of living!"
However, the old man laughed lightly. "Overcome anger with patience, overcome hatred with compassion, overcome pride with humility, overcome lies with truth, overcome evil with virtue. Ah, Tok-siauw-kwi, regret is suffocating in your chest, it's a sign that awareness has begun to emerge. Pour out your regrets in confession so as not to suffocate and become roomy for you to repent."
Now Lu Sian looked intently at the old man and a sob rose up his throat as his heart stirred. "You... you... BuKek Siansu?"
The old man smiled and nodded. "You know that I am not your enemy, nobody's enemy. Good boy, are you willing to return to the path of light?"
This voice was so calm and affectionate, like a father's voicefull selfpity. Lu Sian became moved, then fell on the old man's leg and cried.
Then Lu Sian told the story, telling all his experiences that made him the enemy of all the people of Kang-ouw, all his actions in serving his passions. Without shame and openly he opened all his heart to this grandfather. He talked about Kwee Seng, about Tan Hui, and about the big martial arts parties he had been to. He confessed to having stolen books in Siauw-lim-pai, in Go-bi-pai, and stolen a sword in Hoa-san-pai.
Lu Sian told her story full of regret while crying, and at the end of the story she vomited blood and collapsed unconscious at the feet of BuKek Siansu who listened patiently and understandingly. Then Lu Sian felt as if he had been led to a place of light, out of a very dark place. In a dream-like state, he felt like he was flying between the clouds that covered him, and the voice of BuKek Siansu, calm and patient, resounded in his ears.
"Away from all animosity. Don't serve those who are against you. To repent means to stop all wrongdoing. Home is the safest place."
When Lu Sian regained consciousness, he found himself where he was before, but BuKek Siansu was no longer there. Only the grandfather's voice still continued to echo in his ears. He remembered his father, Bengkauw and the king's city of Nan-cao, he remembered when he was little he accompanied his father when he went abroad. He imagined an underground palace which was Beng-kauw's secret place. That place was insinuated by BuKek Siansuin advice? Lu Sian stood up, his body felt weak and staggeringly the woman who for so many years caused a lot of commotion in the world of kang-ouw, now left with a sad heart and empty mind.

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Bu Song made a quick trip to King Cou's city. It was already noon when he arrived at the king's city area, outside the west gate of the king's city. It was a very hot day, and it was quiet along the main road leading to the gate.
Suddenly at a bend in the road that turned because it was blocked by a large mountain rock, Bu Song saw an old man staggering on a hot, dusty road. The grandfather was dressed like a writer, but his clothes were old and wrinkled and his beard was sparse. His left hand held a small book and as he staggered along, the old man sang. Bu Song recognized the sung words as a poem by the poet Li Po.
Sipping a cup of red wine,
among the flowers in the beautiful garden. no friends, only the moon.
O moon, come drink with me.
The three of us, me, my reflection, and you!
The old man coughed, stopped staggering holding his chest, then he looked up complaining, "Honey, I don't have a golden flute... if there was, of course I could blow a melodious song...!"
Suddenly, the old man staggered forward and would have fallen if Bu Song didn't quickly jump up and hug his shoulder.
"Old man, be careful. You might fall!" The old man looked at Bu Song with a pair of drunken eyes, then laughed and said while his head was shaking, "Heh-heh, it's okay to fall down! Woe to those who fall up, hah-hah-hah!"
After saying that, the old man fell down completely and fortunately Bu Song quickly held him upThe old man didn't fall, but fell and sat in the middle of the road. At that moment there was a lot of hooves and Bu Song who looked back saw several horsemen wearing uniforms coming quickly.
"Let's go to the side, Grandpa. That's a lot of horses racing coming!"
"Huh, so be it... every day tens of thousands of people have been trampled on, plus me one more what does that mean?"
Bu Song did not want to servetalking to this grandfather who seemed to be very drunk, so he then pulled the grandfather's body by force, brought him to the side of the road so that he would not be in the middle of the road and be in danger of being hit by a line of horses.
The horse group consisted of seven people and at the forefront was a commander who was tall and big and had a black face. The commander saw Bu Song and the old man on the side of the road for a moment, then suddenly became angry because the old man was laughing and pointing his finger at him. Immediately the whip exploded, grabbing the drunken Grandfather's face.
Bu Song quickly installed himself in front of grandpaso that it wasn't Grandfather's face that was hit by the whip, but Bu Song's back! The impact was so hard that Bu Song's clothes on the back reached himripped. But the young man didn't feel too much pain, let alone hurt. It just feels a little hot.
The commander laughed and the cavalry galloped past leaving the dust billowing high. The grandfather was still laughing until Bu Song felt irritated too. He let the grandfather fall to the ground, then he said, "Grandfather, why are you so reckless? If I don't pull you aside, they will surely crash into you and trample your body with the hooves of a horse."

"Ha-ha, what's wrong with that? Dead at best! Worse for those who become dogs who can't control themselves. They're the children of those who have fallen above. It's for them who's worse!"
Mrs. Song is interested. The way this grandpa spoke was like a drunken person, but his words were arranged in very good sentences. He then sat down in front of the grandfather who had also sat up.
They sat facing each other, looking at each other, and the old man asked, "You are a good young man, where are you going?"
Mrs. Song then saluted and said, "My name is Mrs. Song she... Liu and I intend to take the examination in the king's city!"
The old man looked dumbfounded then shook his head while taking a deep breath. "Followexam? Do you have a large supply of pure gold and silver?"
"For what, Grandpa? I only brought stationery and knowledge of literature!"
The old man laughed out loud, from his mouth wafting the smell of wine. "Ha-ha, you're even more drunk. How can a test without gold and silver capital succeed? All the administrators are people who have fallen to the top."
"Grandpa, what do you mean by falling up?"
"These are people who have risen to a position, but the higher their position, the more evil their actions will be. The strong use their strength to oppress the weak. The smart use their intelligence to deceive the stupid. The stupid and weak indeed fall to down, but don't those who are strong and clever fall up? There are two kinds of evil, but it's a disaster when they fall down, it's even worse when they fall up, ha-ha-ha!"
Since childhood, Bu Song was immersed in philosophy, so he could grasp the meaning of the old man's difficult words. "Grandpa, so obeyyour belief, there's no need for us to take exams and rank up?"
"Ifyou fall intoon"
"You are totally wrong, Grandpa. If all educated people have a stance like you, only complain and cry, sing empty rhymes, lament the fate of the people and curse the tyranny of those in authority, what will happen? Things will not change for the better, even worse." worse. We have tomove. We must work and try to eradicate all that is bad, using the power and ability of each of us! Even with our intelligence, we should be able to occupy a position that allows us to use our power to change all things that are not proper. Grandpa, what's the point of memorizing ten thousand good sayings without practicing them in life? It's better to know one thing but really do it in life."
Suddenly the old man looked wide-eyed. His drunkenness seemed to disappear in an instant and he held Bu Song's shoulder while asking, "You... who are you?"
"I told you before, Grandpa, my name is Liu Bu Song." This young man is notwant to use her father's she, becauseKam Si Ek's name was too well-known in King's City, so he deliberately used her mother's she.
"You're... different from the others. You're still young, your spirit is big.You whose student?"
"My respected teacher, who gave me guidance since childhood was Kim-mo Taisu."
"Ahhh...! I wish he was your teacher! If that's the case, you deserve to talk big, I hope you're also a silat expert who can rely on that brutish intelligence to find a position!"

"Hope you parents don't get me wrong. Suhu only taught literature to me, I never studied martial arts at all. I hate that knowledge which is only used to kill each other."
For a moment the grandfather looked in amazement, then he put his arm around Bu Song's shoulder. "Good! Then you are the one who should inherit the golden flute!"
"What, Grandpa? What do you mean?"
"Young people, have you ever heard of the name of the writer Ciu Bun?" Miss Song shook her head.
"If my brother's name is Ciu Bun, who is very famous, you have never even heard of my name. I am Ciu Gwan Liong, his younger brother. However, even if you have never heard of either of our names, of course you have heard of the big name BuKek Siansu."
Miss Song nodded. "I've heard Suhu mention the name of the magic grandfather."
We both have agreed to keep the book and flute, and have also agreed to give it to the person we see fit. Well, my choice fell on you, young people. There's no mistake, especially since you're a student of Kim-mo Taisu. Ah, Thian seems to have sent you here on purpose to free me from the task of keeping this book. You keep this book carefully, and later you will look for my sister at Pek-coa-to in Lam-hai. You show this book, of course the golden flute will be given to you. You ask him for guidance, the two heirlooms will be very useful to you later. Hurry save it...!" Thian seems to have sent you here on purpose to free me from the task of keeping this book. You keep this book carefully, and later you will look for my sister at Pek-coa-to in Lam-hai. You show this book, of course the golden flute will be given to you. You ask him for guidance, the two heirlooms will be very useful to you later. Hurry save it...!" Thian seems to have sent you here on purpose to free me from the task of keeping this book. You keep this book carefully, and later you will look for my sister at Pek-coa-to in Lam-hai. You show this book, of course the golden flute will be given to you. You ask him for guidance, the two heirlooms will be very useful to you later. Hurry save it...!"
The old man quickly put the small book in his hand into Bu Song's inner pocket. "Protect this book at the risk of your life...!" Grandpa hastily gave this message.
Suddenly there was the sound of hoofs. Presumably the seven horsemen had returned and now they jumped off their horses and immediately approached the old poets Ciu Gwan Liong and Bu Song. The writer was still sitting cross-legged, but Bu Song had risen to his feet to see the seven people coming in a threatening manner. The black-faced commander then immediately attacked Ciu Gwan Liong and grabbed his neck, pulled him up so easily that the literary grandfather's body hung.
"Ah, I wish you were an old beggar who is the poet Ciu Gwan Liong! Come on, admit it, aren't you Ciu Gwan Liong?"
"I'm right, she Ciu's name is Gwan Liong," replied the grandfather in a haughty voice even though he was in such an insulted state. "You are pet dogs who only rely on leftovers for magnifying foodcountry, why be so rude and impolite to innocent people?"
"Wow, big mouth! Come on, come with us to Taijin!" The Black Face then threw the grandfather's body to his men who received the grandfather's body while laughing. At another moment, the grandfather's body was lying face down on the horse's back like a rolled mat.
"Where are there rules like this?" Bu Song stepped forward to rebuke Blackface. "For what reason do you arbitrarily arrest people?"

"Hushh! You stupid youths don't interfere! Don't know that we are tools of the state?" snapped Black Face furiously.
Bu Song wasn't afraid at all, instead he stepped forward and said loudly, "It's precisely because you state officials should use rules and laws of decency! Isn't the country governed by law and state organs are law enforcers? Only robbers oppress and arresting people without fault and you as instruments of the state should instead eradicate such acts. Come on, release that innocent grandfather, otherwise I will report you to the state authorities in the king's city, of course you will be sacked and punished!"
For a moment Black Face was dumbfounded. Never in his life had he seen anyone dare to say such words to him. Then he laughed giddily and once his feet movedBu Song's stomach had been struck by a hard kick that made Bu Song's body bounce and roll.
"Ha-ha-ha, you may report, ha-ha! Precisely those who ordered the arrest of this literary man were the country's officials, you idiot!"
Bu Song was still curious and even though the kick made him fall to the ground but it wasn't too painful, so he quickly got back up.
"Then the ruler of the country who ordered you was arbitrary!" he snapped too.
Black Face laughed and was also curious. His kicks are very hard and he is famousas a strong man. How can this young man still be able to get up and even now open his mouth to rebuke the country's dignitaries?
"You against?!" he snapped and now his right hand was moving to beat, grabbing Bu Song's face.
This young man saw clearly the punch grabbed. He was shocked and tried to dodge. Right fist toThe direction of his face was indeed averted, but his face was met with the following left punch.
"Dessss!" this punch was so hard and made his eyes dim. At that moment also a fist thatvery hard had hit his chest, making his body backwards and slammed hard.
The seven people were laughing, but secretly Blackface was surprised and amazed to see how quickly the young man had woken up again, as if he had not felt the blows he had delivered with such exertion! Secretly he was suspicious and looked at the young man who was extraordinarily strong to withstand the blow who had stood straight again, then he ordered his men to get on their horses and carry away their captives. Secretly he also felt jealous of the strange young man.
But just as the seven men jumped on their horses laughing, their laughter turned into terrible screams, and they were all thrown, including Black Faced, from the horse's back. When Bu Song looked, it turned out that the seven of them had lost their lives. Blood gushed from their necks like a herd of oxen having their throats cut.
Two shadows jumped out from behind the tree. They immediately approached the literary grandfather and helped him get off the horse. These two men had bald heads, dressed conciselywith short arms, they were over forty years old and they seemed to be a kind of hwesio.
"Brother Ciu Gwan Liongplease don't worry. Let us escort you to our chairman. Even if there are a hundred dogs like them, we will certainly exterminate them all."
Ciu Gwan Liong raised both hands in salute. "Great honor! But who is this Ji-wi Suhu and who is your leader anyway? I have nothing to do with your leader."
"We are from Hui-to-pang, and our chairman invites you to negotiate with us."

"Ha-ha-ha, confer?" The old poet laughed heartily. "You kang-ouw people everywherejust the same! Where would a weakling like me be needed if not for an ancient book? Ji-wi Losuhu, know that the book I am looking for is not in me. I swear, the book is not in me!"
The two bald people looked at each other, then one of them said with a cold laugh,"We are only carrying out orders to bring you to our Pangcu (Chief)."
"Ji-wi (Master of Two) are priests who prioritize virtue, why now use violence to force people to join?" Bu Song suddenly approached and defended the old man. "Is not thatIn your holy book, there are words of the Prophet Buddha that even if he is young, a monk (priest) as long as he adheres to the teachings of the Buddha, he will receive enlightenment to the world like a full moon without clouds? If two priests like Ji-wi used violence, killed people and forced this grandpa to join, wouldn't that have violated all the laws of your own religion and meant cultivating sin?"
The two hwesio looked at each other, their faces turned red and their eyes became vicious. Seeing that the young man who had been entrusted with this book had returned to meddle in matters by daring to die to defend him, the old writer quickly said, "You crazy young writer! You want to take the exam, go and don't meddle in other people's affairs! To Ji-wi Losuhu this, I can handle, don't need your help. Let's go, your attitude sickens my stomach!"
Bu Song was shocked and astonished. Why is this grandfather being so unreasonable, being defended instead of cursing back? But then he remembered that this grandfather had handed over the book to him and it seemed that the book was now being fought over, so he then raised both hands in salute and said, "Old man, then let us split up. Hope you parents like to take good care of yourself." Good." Then he cast a glancefull of rebuke to the two hwesio and turned his body, stepped to leave there.
But suddenly Bu Song fell over and over when a hwesio's hand moved forward andtouched his shoulder. The hand was unbelievably strong, so that Bu Song couldn't be prevented from falling.
"Wait a minute, young man. You must come with us too!"
"Hey, what's this? Ji-wi Suhu if you want to invite me to visit your leader, that's fine, let's goleave let me negotiate or argue with him. But this young man had nothing to do with this matter. I don't want to go with him!"
"He saw we were going to go with you, so he can't live anymore. If he can't come, let us leave him!" answered a hwesio and suddenly his left hand moved.
An object shining brightly snatched towards MrsSong and the young man who unknowingly had strong and sharp eyesight could see a small saber flying towards his neck! However, because he had never studied how people dodged threats like that, he became flustered and at that moment, from the opposite direction, grabbed a small object.who with lightning speed flew and hit the hui-to (flying machete).
"Cringg!" the machete fell to the ground hit by what was only a pebble.
The two priests looked up and found that not far from there stood an old man who had both legs paralyzed and was standing on the two sticks he was holding. Both legs are crossed. Bu Song, of course, knew this grandfather who was none other than Kong Lo Sengjin, the grandfather who became his unclethe teacher! Even though he never liked this old man who he thought was rude, fierce, weird and vicious, now he had to admit that this old man had saved his life from the threat of the flying machete earlier.
"Kong-lo Sengjin!" one of the two hwesio snapped. "You want to make enemies of Hui-to-pang again! Not long ago you persuaded a brother of ours to kill Kim-mo Taisu's wife and you let him die at the hands of Kim-mo Taisu!"
"Ha-ha, it's his own fault he's not strong against Kim-mo Taisu!"

"You betrayed him, you promised to face Kim-mo Taisu. Now it turns out you areattract Kim-mo Taisu to become your ally. You cheated and now what are you going to do to us?"
"Hwesio-hwesio rancid. Are you people who dare to talk to me like that? I have come to forbid you to kill this young man, and as for Ciu Gwan Liong, he will come with me, not with you! Come on, roll away from here quickly!"
"Kong Lo Sengjin other people may be afraid of you, but we are not!"
This clack was followed by the movement of their hands and a flash of light appeared. Maybe a lotthe flying saber had grabbed and drifted towards the crippled grandfather's body like rain. The cleverness that is the specialty of these Hui-to-pang characters is indeed extraordinary. The bright light of the small machetes dazzled the eyes, made a big wind noise and besides being faster than an arrow being released from a bow, it was also very strong because it was driven with high exertion.