Bu Song's heart was even more shocked. Presumably this grandfather also knows that he met Ciu Bun on the island. If this is the case, it can't be avoided anymore. This grandfather is certainly extraordinary magic and competes in martial arts with this grandfather, it is clear that he will not win. But playing chess, not necessarily! His own temperature, Kim-mo Taisu who is also a chess expert, can hardly beat him and according to his temperature, he has an extraordinary talent for playing chess.
"All right, I accept your challenge to play chess, old man!" he said, his face beaming and his eyes shining. "However, as an old grandfather, you shouldn't cheat outrighta young man like me. Even if there is no one here except the two of us, at least you will be embarrassed if your behavior is known by your bird."
"What? Fool you like a fool? Heh-heh, young man, take caretake good care of your tongue if you want to die with your tongue intact!"
"Mrs. Tek Lojin, there are stakes for people who compete in anything. We are going to have a chess match, so we both have to make a bet too. However, you just told me to bet, but you yourself have no capital, aka playing without a bet. If I lose, I will must die and give you a golden flute. However, if you lose, there must be stakes too!"
The grandfather's eyes were twinkling (twitching), it seemed that his brain was working hard. Finally henodded and said, "You really talk (according to the rules) too! Well, if I lose, you can kill me!"
Back Bu Song surprised. Grandfather's answers were really strange and surprising because they were unexpected. But seeing how that pair of eyes were shining and the pupils were movingmoves like the behavior of a naughty child who is clever and full of tricks, the mouth hidden behind the beard is twitching as if holding back laughter, Mrs. Song understands and exclaims, "Wow, it turns out that Mrs. Tek Lojin is not only good at as well as her machinations. It's no wonder she becomes Mrs. Tech (No Opponent), I hope that apart from relying on supernatural powers, she also relies on guile!"
The old man, who had been sitting in front of a chess board with a picture of paper, now jumped so high that the bird on his shoulder was shocked and spread his wings to keep his body balanced. Bu Tek Lojin was stamping and dancing with her legs jumping, her hands moving like someone running on the spot, her face turned red and her eyes bulged. "Damn you! What gimmick do you mean now? Watch out, don't piss me off!"
"After all, your bet is really unfair. If you lose at chess, you say I can kill you. Of course this is not fair at all. I can kill you, but in your heart you laugh at me and say how can I kill you? Wow, Mrs. Tek Lojin old geezer, you gave a tail to hide your head! You don't want me to be tricked like that. If you want to meet my wagering requirements, you can try to play chess against me if you're good! you old people want to act arbitrarily against young people and are not ashamed to be heard by everyone, kang-ouw how dare a grandfather named Mrs. Tek Lojin dare to only insult young people, it's up to you whether I am, that's okay!"
For a moment the old man was speechless. Bu Song's words really hit exactly what was hidden in his mind's plan so that he became amazed, as if acceptingattack right in the solar plexus. His eyes flickered back and forth in awe and then said, "Wow, I wish you weren't just any kid, quite clever! Of course you will be a tenacious chess opponent! Try to state your terms, young man."
Actually, Bu Song was not one of those young people who liked to talk a lot, nor was she good at arguing. If now he behaves like that is solely motivated by the understanding that arises fromhis composure that this was the only way he could possibly face this grandfather!
"These are the terms of my bet, Mrs. Tek Lojin. If I lose playing chess with you, let me surrender and surrender to you. However, if you lose, you have to leave me and don't bother me anymore, don't ask for gold or flutes of all kinds and don't kill or injure me!Try
Consider, if I lose, I'm just asking you to leave and I don't bother you. Conversely, if I lose, I submit to you and surrender. Doesn't this mean that I have already given up on you a lot?"
The old man scratched his white and thick beard, finding an ant that had somehow strayed into that place. With exasperation he squeezed the ant crushed between his two fingers, then nodded. "Kongto, kongto (fair, fair). Let's start!"
Bu Song breathed a sigh of relief. At least the first danger had been overcome, he could calmly face this old man playing chess. If he wins later, he is free. If he loses, he can still see the situation. If that old man didn't kill him, of course it would be very good. If that old man was going to kill him, of course he wouldn't just sit idly by and die a ridiculous death!
The chess game begins. The old man asked Bu Song to move his chess pieces first. Bu Song was careful and made simple movements. However, grandpa's chess pieces' movements were extraordinary, too daring, violent and completely devoid of chess playing techniques, just blindly and randomly eating! Bu Song is too busy facing this kind of rough and careless resistance. The old man played like he didn't use his brain, so in a moment Bu Song was forced to eat each other and in a short time there were only a few pieces on the board.
Now the grandpa started to really play chess. The movements or steps of the pieces are orderly, urgent and tricky, and it turns out to be a high-level game of chess! Bu Song was shocked and understood how he would play his opponent. He still acted carefully before moving his checkers. This young man's forehead was wrinkled because of the unanimous outpouring of attention and serious brain racking.
The grandfather was now not playing games anymore. Sit diligently facing the chessboard, left hand pressing on the ground, knees of the feet raised to lay the right hand. His eyes never blinked looking at the chess board, the lips hidden behind the mustache twitched like someone reading a prayer or memorizing something. Even the owl that was perched on top of his right arm was motionless as if dead.
The match is now very tense. Bu Song won a chess piece. There are only four pieces left, but Grandpa's pieces are left with three pieces! Now every movement is done carefully and after taking a long time of thought. Things are tense. Even though the two of them looked calm and didn't make a sound at all, even though they only moved when executing chess pieces, the tension was not inferior to that of a Martial Art match. This was because for Bu Song, this match was the same as a battle for lives!
In a state of winning by one point, Bu Song tries to lure the opponent with his baits. He feeds the excess seeds and if his opponent is provoked, of course in a short time he can finish off the opponent's chess pieces. However, in that state of losing strength, Mrs. Tek Lojin turned out to be smartonce and ignore the bait, but play in a tenacious defense system is not playing.
Bu Song changed tactics. Because all of his lures have been unsuccessful, he now uses his excess chess pieces to push and trap them, then drives the opponent's pieces into a corner so that Grandpa can't find a way out except to pit the pieces or eat each other. And if mutualIf you eat, then Bu Song will win because he still has one extra piece!
For a long time the old man looked at the board where his three pieces of chess had run out of way. Profuse sweat filled his forehead and finally he took a deep breath, moved his chess pieces and was forced to eat the opponent's chess pieces. Miss Song smiled. Victory was definitely in his hands. He happily ate it back, but what a surprise when he was about to take the opponent's chess pieces, the chess pieces were attached to the paper and could not be taken unless it was with the paper. Secretly he was cranky once. This grandpa was starting to cheat, he thought, or use some gimmick. He was forced to goexerted his sinkang, channeled it into his fingers and now he could take the chess pieces off the paper and suddenly Mrs. Tek Lojin laughed heartily and jumped to her feet.
"Ha-ha-ha! You're great at chess."
With joy, Bu Song also stood up and his heart was very relieved." "Ms. Tek Lojin, do you admit defeat?"
"Eh, Mrs. Song. Apart from knowing how to play chess, your Iweekang is also quite good. Who's your student?" "Kim-mo Taisu's temperature is kind to teach me a little lesson."
"Oh-oh-oh...!Presumably a student of Kim-mo Taisu? Ha-ha-ha, I really didn't expect that! That madman had such a good student? How many years did you learn martial arts from that madman?"
Bu Song was not happy to hear that his temperature was called a madman andthis old man didn't look at him at all, even though he knew very well how in the world his teacher was a great figure who was respected by friend or foe. But he also replied, "Only two years. Compared to the temperature, I'm not even a tenth!"
Suddenly the grandfather moved his body and how surprised Mrs. Song was because without any warningdid that old man attack him with a tremendous blow because it brought a squealing wind. Grandfather's left hand punch with open fingers stabbed into his chest. Bu Song quickly tilted his body to avoid it. However, the follow-up punch from the grandfather's right hand entered the left flank! The speed of this follow-up attack did not allow Bu Song to dodge anymore. Forced to exert force on his arm and parried.
"Dukkk!" Grandpa's body shook so that the owl that perched on his shoulder made a loud sound and then flew up.
However, Bu Song's body was thrown backwards like a kite with its string snapped! The young man staggered and only a few meters away did he manage to keep himself from falling backwards. Quickly he turned around to face the old man, then reprimanded, "Mrs. Tek Lojin, is it so easy for you to forget your bet promise?"
But the grandfather replied cursingly, "Presumptuous brat. How dare you play crazy and lie to an old fart like me?"
The old man laughed mockingly. "You think I'm so stupid? Never mind learning from that crazy Kim-mo Taisu, even if you learn from me yourself, there's no way you're like this now!"
"I swear that I didn't lie!"
"Come on! Take out the golden flute and you teach me to play the flute!"
Miss Song was shocked. To think that this grandfather was someone who didn't feel the least bit ashamed to break his promise. At this rate, it was useless that he was desperately using his brain to win a chess match!
"Bu Tek Lojin! Really you don'tashamed of breaking your promise? You've lost at chess, so you have to fulfill your bet!"
"Humph! Don't fuss so much! I'm borrowing your flute and asking you to teach the flute blows, at allnever promised. Come on, quickly take out the golden flute, don't you anger an old man like me!"
Bu Song understands that this old man is only using deceitful words, but actually wants to steal the flute and its secrets. In the end, he had to fight back with violence anyway. So he stood up straight, shook his head and replied, "Mrs. Tek Lojin! The flute is a musical instrument to calm the heart and mind, and to be used by someone who likes art and literature. I promised I would not give this thing to anyone. Please you do not force."
The old man pranced with anger. "Damn brat! All the kang-ouw characters no onedare to disobey my orders! Are you tired of living? Attack him!" He snapped while pointing his forefinger at Bu Song. It seemed that this was an order for the owl that was flying in circles above because suddenly the bird let out a terrifying screech, then like a missile the bird shot towards Bu Song's face, attack with the beak and both claws plus the two wings that slap!
Miss Song is on standby. Even though he didn't think that the animal that would represent Grandfather attacked him, but because he was ready. He easily dodged it by humiliating himself. The bird swoops over his head, but this bird is extraordinary. As soon as his strike missed, suddenly he was able to stop the glide of his body and with the movement of his wingsalready flipped over, then lunged again towards Bu Song's pair of eyes! This movement was quick and unexpected, so even if Bu Song dodged once more, the bird still managed to graze Bu Song's right cheek with its talon! The wound on the cheek was harmless, only a skin wound, but dripping blood!
Bu Tek Lojin chuckled and clapped her hands. Hearing this, anger rose in the heart of Mrssongs. It's getting hot. Moreover, the bird has now grabbed also from the front. Earlier Bu Song got scratched because he was not careful and did not expect that the beast could move that fast, or that there was also a bit of contempt.
The owl was just a bird the size of a chicken, of course he had looked down on it before. Who would have thought, that bird was not an ordinary bird and had fast and dangerous movements! Even his movements are like a well-trained martial artist. Now with the movement of its tail and wings, the bird has reversed again and lunged at Bu Song, as before attacking the face, its beak stabbed between the eyes, its wings hit the right and left sides of the temple, both claws gripped towards the throat! A formidable attack that could be said to be a death strike!
But Bu Song besides being angry was also ready and alert. Now he did not want to dodge, but stalledright hand forward welcomes the bird with a grip from the side. Bu Song's grip on this hand was formidable because it contained extremely strong internal exertion. If that bird were to be grabbed by Bu Song's right hand fingers, it would definitely be crushed!
The bird turned out great. His beak let out a loud scream, apparently he was surprised to facethe grip of that very strong hand and amazingly his body flipped up and... Bu Song's grip missed! Even Bu Song's left fist followed by his grip could not keep up with the bird's movement speed and only grazed its tail causing three strands of bird's tail feathers to fall out!
The owl seemed to be very angry. From above he shot down at the speed of a rocket, crashing into Bu Song's head. Astonished this young man. Quickly she tilted her body and moved her head, but her hair ribbon was still gripped and her hair fell apart! Bu Song was not given a chance because again the bird had lunged at him while emitting a hideous screech. What an extraordinary bird, thought Bu Song. This time Bu Song raised his right arm to protect his head, but he deliberately didn't attack back, but instead used his arm as bait and covered his head.
It seemed that the bird, which was also curious and could never hit the opponent's head, was now about to vent its anger on that arm. He grabbed, pecked and slapped Bu Song's right arm. However, as soon as his two talons gripped Bu Song's right arm, whose skin was hard, slippery because it was full of magic, so that the sharp pointed bird's nails just tore the clothes, Bu Song's left hand moved to strike, right on the bird's back.
"Bukkk!" the bird let out a loud screech and then its body jumped, its wings tried to fly but in vain, it fell again like a stone, thumped on the ground in a lifeless state because its back bones were crushed and its flesh was destroyed. Blood was coming out of its beak.
"Wow, dare you kill my bird that I have kept for decades?" snapped Bu Tek Lojin angrily.
"I was only defending myself," said Bu Song. "Your bird attacked and was about to kill me!" Mrs. Song cleaned upher hair, which had been untidy, tied back with the silk hair tie that had been released and fell to the ground.
The old man took a deep breath. "Well, you get the golden flute out quickly!"
Mrs. Song was furious. "If I don't want to comply with your request, how about Mrs. Tek Lojin?"
"Whether you want to or not, you have to take out that golden flute anyway!" This answer was followed by the grandfather's hand that was stretched forward gripping Bu Song's chest.
From the grandfather's hand snatched a very powerful blow so that even before the grandfather's hand came close to his chest, Bu Song already felt how great his chest was shaking. Quickly the old man just kept going forward to grip his shoulder. Bu Song mustered up his strength and fought back desperately. With nimble movements he dodged it, then from the side he countered with a left hand punch. Even though he had only studied for more than two years, because he already had the basics of advanced martial arts,then Bu Song has succeeded in inheriting Kim-mo Taisu's stash of science, namely the empty-handed martial arts of Bian-sin-kun (Virtual Cotton Hand), Cap-jit-seng-kun (Martial Art Seventeen Stars), Pat-sian Kiam -hoat (Swordsmanship of the Eight Immortals) and Lo-hai San-hoat (Fan Shattering the Seas).
These four sciences are knowledgeMartial Art of choice, the level is high and can only be played by people who have perfect sinking because every move always has to be accompanied by the exertion of lweekang. Because of this, the punch to the grandfather's chest was not an ordinary punch, and before it arrived at the person's body it was preceded by a powerful wind blow as well.
But the grandfather was very extraordinary movement. With just a snap of his fingers, he managed to block Bu Song's counter attack, then with very strange martial arts movements he started to pressure Bu Song. This young man understands the power of the opponent, so he fights with all his might. But he lost quickly so that for three times the opponent's attack he could only reply once!
"Wow, you're lying...! You're lying...!" the grandfather attacked, urged while cursing.
Miss Song was silent. How could he answer when he had to devote all his attention to guarding against being hit by this shrewd opponent?
"Two years of studying already has intelligence like this? Are you lying or... you are indeed an extraordinary human being!" while talking the short grandfather made very strange and fast movements. Without being able to prevent it, in a series of attacks that followed one after another, Bu Song's knees were kissed by the tips of those bare feet so that this young man fell over!
Of course Bu Song was very surprised. As soon as his body touched the ground, with agile movements he moved his legs to press and at the same time his body had jumped up and stood up again. In fact, now he took out a golden flute from under his clothes and immediately Bu Song attacked with Pat-sian Martial ArtKiam-hoat! He doesn't have a sword, so he can use the flute as a sword.
The movements of Pat-sian Kiam-hoat were extraordinary, and it turned out that the flute was also a miraculous object, because in one flash it had formed a roll of yellowish light that dazzled the eyes, evenit makes a strange screeching sound because in that movement the wind fills the hole as if it were being blown!
"Ouch...!" Bu Tek Lojin made a surprised cry and he threw his body backwards, then he rolled away on the ground. After jumping to his feet, he looked up in shock and awe. "Wow, what a swordsmanship you are, I'm not disappointed you became a student of Kim-mo Taisu. However, two years... ah, no way! And that golden flute is great too!"
However, as he spoke, the old man had already lunged forward again. With strange and fast movements, his body tilted and then lunged at Bu Song with punches that brought howling winds. Bu Song, who was determined not to give up his flute at all and wanted to fight
as hard as he could, welcoming the flashing grandfather's shadow with the movement of his flute. He still plays Pat-sian Kiam-hoat, even now he moves his left hand with Lo-hai San-hoat. Even though this Martial Art is a Martial Art that was specially created by Kim-mo Taisu to play with fan weapons, it can also be played with bare hands. The slapping fan movement is done with the fingerswas developed, there is also a tap on the tip of the fan handle that can be changed to a finger tap.
Back Bu Tek Lojin praised.The grandfather who never wanted to be outdone and felt that he was the number one person in this world did not give empty praise. In his heart he really praised. It was only the first time in his life that he had met a young man who was so brilliant at this, especially considering that this young man had only studied martial arts for two years! He himself felt that he couldn't bring up no matter how talented a disciple for two years to become this great!
The competition is now even more intense than before. Bu Song is indeed an extraordinary person. He really lacked training when compared to his opponent. However, his movements were almost perfect, moreover the golden flute in his hand turned out to be very suitable for playing Pat-sian Kiam-hoat. His body was no longer visible, vanished because of the fast movement of the accomplices and shrouded in rolls of yellow light dazzling the eyes of the flute. This beam of light extended and formed circles like a playful golden dragon, while his left hand sent out strokes that emitted a whistling sound of wind.
However, her opponent was a powerful and extraordinary person, possessing a sink that far exceeded that of ordinary humans, so that Bu Song was always under pressure. When her left hand slapped towards the grandfather's right temple, MomTek Lojin laughed and jumped up, letting Bu Song's fingers meet his shoulders.
"Plakkk!"
Bu Song was shocked, his hands felt crushed and hot. While he was about to jumpbackwards, the grandfather had already grabbed the front, the grandfather's right hand was gripping towards his eyes while the left hand was grabbing the flute! Bu Song was surprised to see a hand grabbing his eye. If he was a little off guard, his eyes would go blind, or at least his face would be scarred and disfigured.
He had to dodge. As his attention was completely devoted to this dire danger, he could no longer prevent his flute from being snatched away. He only felt how suddenly his right wrist was shot and paralyzed, then his flute slipped from his grip. Desperately he launched his kick on the old man's skinny buttocks who had turned his back after successfully snatching the flute, and... the grandfather's body was thrown up very high and never came down again!
Bu Song was astonished and looked up. Presumably the grandfather was already sitting on the branch of a tree, sitting dangling his legs and both hands cradling the golden flute, stroking it and peering at the holes. Then the old man blew on the flute hole. Indeed, the flute can sound, but the sound is erratic and hurts the ear.
Indeed, this strange grandfather has never played the flute. Several times he tried to blow, even using his khikang, but in terms of playing the flute, khikang knowledge could not help much. The stronger the wind entered the hole, the more erratic the sound of the flute became, even when that grandpa blew as loudly as he could, too much wind force entered the hole so that all that came out was a hissing sound! Finally the grandfather stopped blowing, massaging his temples, feeling tired and throbbing, his mouth pursed in disappointment.
"Hey, come on, teach me how to play the flute! Everyone is fighting over this thing, what's the use if I can't blow and sing it well?"
Bu Song can control himself. He got the harsh reality of how the grandfather's magic relied on his martial arts skills. Considering the grandfather's supernatural powers, it's not certain that a character like that likes to break promises. Maybe this grandpa really just wanted to borrow a golden flute and learn how it sounds and know its secrets. Maybe this grandpa is only interested because everyone is fighting over it, because this thing is a sacred object given by a considered grandfather human god, namely BuKek Siansu. Mrs. Tek Lojin is already like thatmagic, it seems difficult to find a matchabove this world, then what did that grandpa want a golden flute for? Of course just out of curiosity.