As soon as the people disappeared from sight, Kim-mo Taisu rolled over in front of the tent door! Bu Song quickly jumped up and knelt down to check his temperature. However, it turns out that Kim-mo Taisu Kwee Seng, the powerful warrior who once shocked the martial world, has breathed his last. Bu Song lowered his head, pondered for a moment, then he lifted the corpse of his temperature, brought it into the tent and laid it down.
Bu Song then pulled out the hui-to that had stuck in her left shoulder. The blood spurted out, but stopped immediately after Bu Song pressed the blood stream on his shoulder and put powdered medicine on the wound on the shoulder. He doesn't worry about poison, because according to his temperature, his body is already immune to poison. Then Bu Song searched for and chose a good place on the slopes of Tai-hang-san mountain, dug a hole and buried his temperature body, placing a large rock in front of the grave. Then he exerted himself, with Bu Song's right index finger scribbled on the surface of the rock. Created two-centimeter-deep scratches that form beautiful letters.
KIM-MO TAISU KWEE SENG'S TOMB OF PENDEKAR BUDIMAN
After that Bu Song then also buried the bodies of four Hui-to-pang people, then climbed to the top to bury the bodies he saw scattered. Soon the inhabitants of the Tai-hang-san mountain region appeared. They trooped and then buried all the bodies, both those of the Sung soldiers and those of the Khitans. Mrs. Song helped as much as she could. So many corpses around the mountains, workcontinued until the next day by burying five to ten bodies in one hole. When the next day all the bodies were finally buried, the villagers did not see the handsome young man who was working so desperately without saying a word again.
Bu Song had left quietly, her heart aching at the thought of the war and its aftermath.Villagers, small people who don't know anything, who are always obedient and obedient and afraid, they are the ones who are always the last victims. Without being ordered they buried all the bodies. They had to bury all the bodies or else their safety would be threatened by the danger of spreading a great pestilence.
After her teacher passed away, only then did Bu Song feel how lonely and lonely her life was. There isa memory arose in his heart to go to Nan-cao, to meet his grandfather, Pat-jiu Sin-ong Liu Gan, his mother's father whom he had never met until now. Of course he never dreamed that he would ever meet his mother, he even dared to rebuke and advise his mother who wanted to kill him! She never dreamed that because of her attitude and words, her mother would become aware and realize that she would hide herself and not want to appear again in the crowded world to atone for her sins!
However, Bu Song could not forget Suma Ceng. After all, loveburied deephis heart will never disappear. How could he possibly eradicate his love for Suma Ceng, the girl who had stolen his heart, who had surrendered his soul and body to him? Because his longing for Suma Ceng was unbearable, he postponed his intention to go to Nan-cao to look for his mother's family. Instead, he went back to the king's city. Previously he had indeed been to the city of kings, but at that time he wanted to find his temperature. Hearing that his master had gone north with the Sung army, he hurried out of the king's city to follow his master. Now he goes to the city of kings with another goal, namely to find out about his lover, Suma Ceng.
His heart pounded as he entered the gates of the king's city. He knew how his relationship with Suma Ceng more or less three years ago had caused quite a stir in the household of Prince Suma Kong's family. He himself has been tortured and if he is not helped by his temperature, of course he will be tortured to death. But what about Suma Ceng? His blood rose and his face became hot when he imagined that perhaps his lover was also experiencing torment and suffering, perhaps he had even died! He ground his teeth. He must investigate and prove that his lover Suma Ceng is not miserable in his life.
He entered the gate of the king's city when it was already dusk. Things started to get quiet, moreover because Bu Song entered from the southern gate, he went through the quietest outskirts of the king's city. Suddenly he heard a commotion up ahead. Bu Song saw a young man, dressed in patches, but both the clothes and the patches were made of new and very clean cloth so that it was more like a strangely developed dress, standing on his hips and cursing dozens of beggars dressed in patches and worn out.
Interested in Bu Song's heart and he immediately approached. The beggar of clean clothes is about thirty years old,while the youngest eleven beggars of dirty clothes were thirty-five years old. However, it is really surprising how dozens of beggars, whose faces looked gloomy and gloomy, did not dare to reply or get angry at all when the Clean Shirt Beggar cursed at him. Even one of them who was very old with a patient face said,
"Never mind, young friend. Hope you like to forgive us old people who didn't know who you were."
"Humph, you are really rotten rags! Even if you pretend to have accepted defeat and become rags, you still act arrogantly. Do you think you are still a well-known Martial Art teacher and members of Sin-kauw-bukoan? Huh!" The young beggar in a clean shirt then moved his kicking leg. A hard and powerful kick hit the old man in the stomach, causing a loud thud.
Mrs. Song was surprised. The kick was very hard and one could guess that the beggar in clean clothes had very strong brute strength. However, when it comes to Grandpa's stomach, it seems that he doesn't feel anythingthat grandpa. Secretly he felt awe and astonishment. It is clear that the cleverness of the old man in dirty clothes is much higher than that of the Clean Cloth Beggar, but why is he humiliated and silent and just gives in?
Even now the beggar in clean clothes was angry and cursing, "You want to fight? Rely onyour intelligence?" While cursing, this clean-clothed beggar moved his henchmen, punched and kicked.
Even though the old man could take these kicks and punches unharmed, he staggered and as he backed away, he didn't notice that behind him was a ditch. His foot slipped and he fell into a ditch where the water was dirty!
The beggar in clean clothes laughed heartily, then walked away from there arrogantly. The beggars of other dirty clothes just looked at them and then lowered their heads while taking a deep breath. It was clear that they were also holding back their anger and seeing their movements, Bu Song could also guess that they too were not just random people and would not necessarily be outdone by the arrogant, clean-clothed beggars. But why were they, like the grandfather he had beaten earlier, silent and yielded?
After the beggar in clean clothes left and was not seen again, it was the beggar grandfather who had fallen into the ditch earlierslamming his feet and taking deep breaths repeatedly while complaining, "Aahhh... heh...!"
"Suhu, why does Suhu receive continuously this kind of humiliation? Let's just rush in and complainlive with that bastard!” the youngest beggar said, his voice filled with curiosity.
"Hushh, don't talk carelessly!" the grandfather rebuked, then sighed again and shook his head.
Another older beggar said, "Twa-suheng (Eldest Brother), there is some truth to what you're sayingyour student. A brave man would rather die than suffer humiliation in his life!"
"Never mind, Sute (Junior Brother). Fight without calculation against a much stronger opponent somore of a suicide, not dashing in name, but stupid. Who wants to experience
insult? I don't like it either, but we have to find a good way out, waiting for the right opportunity!"
"But how long will we wait again, Temperature?" The student urged, "Perhaps Suhu was patient enough to face all the humiliation, but the teecu (student) couldn't stand it anymore, Suhu. Next time, ifthey dared to once again humiliate Suhu, teecu didn't dare to worry about whether teecu would be able to hold back. Presumably will definitely teecu opponent with a bet of life! Teecu guess, even if we finally lost to that Bastard she Pouw, but before we die, we can certainly kill dozens of enemies so that we don't even want to die!"
Grandpa again shook his head and took a deep breath. "It's useless... it's useless...!"
Bu Song is a young person. Seeing the attitude of the beggar for clean clothes earlier, his heart already felt irritated. Now listening to this debate between the teacher and student, he felt curious and without realizing it he then said, "The student is so excited, the teacher is so sluggish, it's really funny.If one has lost his courage against the evil one, he is not fit to be a teacher anymore!"
The youngest beggarwho became grandfather's disciple suddenly jumped in front of Bu Song and all the beggarsshocked and amazed. Why would anyone approach them without them knowing?
"Eh, young man, it's so presumptuous of your mouth to dare to rebuke Suhu! Don't you know who you are dealing with? You apologize and take back your presumptuous talk if you don't want to feel my punch!"
"Aihh... aihh...! Why are you suddenly so grumpy? You were silent when there was a stupid beggarcursing and then punching and kicking this grandpa into a smelly ditch!"
for a momentthey showed embarrassed faces, but the young beggar, who was the youngest of them, was only thirty-five years old, then snapped angrily. "The affairs of fellow kai-pang (beggar associations) are not insulting, nor are they internal affairs, none of your business. But you outsiders dare to insult us? Don't you know that we are former Sin-kauw-bukoan people who famous?"
Miss Song smiled. Of course he had never heard of Sin-kauw-bukoan (Provincial Monkey College). If they were former members of well-known martial arts schools, why are they now beggars? Even the beggar group seems to be the lowest level. The proof was that they did not dare to fight back even though they were insulted by other beggars whose intelligence was clearly not that high.
"I speak the truth. Who is insulting? And you are very fierce, what do you want?" Bu Song deliberately provoked people's anger.
Quickly the beggar lunged at him with a punch to the chest, followed by his left hand gripping the stomach. Indeed, Bu Song wanted to test their intelligence, especially those who were teachers and their level. Calmly he moved his feet backwardstwo steps, deliberately slowing down to lure his opponent. Sure enough, his opponent was hit by his bait because he thought that he was not that skilled so that his opponent had happily charged forward, both hands clutched to his chest with the certainty that they would definitely hit. Bu Song tilted her body, swept from the side and worked on her feet, that is, the toes of her shoes hit the knee joint. Unable to prevent the beggar from rolling over!
There was a loud scream and suddenly the person who was called the grandfather's martial brother earlier attacked. His punches were much faster and heavier when compared to his nephew's student who was now crawling up while massaging his knees. Bu Song was secretly even more amazed. The intelligence of the student earlier, let alone this teacher's uncle, seems to be more than enough to defeat the beggar of clean clothes who insulted earlier. Moreover, the intelligence of the grandfather who is nicknamed Sin-kauw-jiu!
Why didn't they fight back then and now against an outsider like him, even though his words were frank and in no way insulting, they had already stepped in? Besides this astonishment, his heart was attracted and liked these dirty clothes beggars. It was clear that if they advanced one by one, they would be no match for him. But they don't want to gang up. This alone proves that they are not a class of evil people who rely on intelligence or many friends to act arbitrarily and insult others. Their attitude towards him was that of a gallant man who wanted to fight for truth and honor with intelligence in a gallant manner.
Interested and wanting to make acquaintances, Bu Song didn't want to toy with his opponent for too long. With a beautiful movement, he managed to knock down his opponent with a push accompanied by deep energy. Even though his thrust didn't touch anyone's chest, he still couldn't hold the beggar anymore, fell backwards and only by somersaulting could he save himself without being hit hard! But this was enough to open his eyes that this young man who looked weak was absolutely no match for him. "You are great, young man!"
The third, older man had already lunged forward. This person was the half-brother from earliercollapsed, was the second person in Sin-kauw-bukoan. His punches contain Iwee-kang's powerful and powerful energy so that every time he moves his hand, there is a sound of rushing wind. But what a surprise when suddenly his opponent flashed and disappeared from in front of him! The grim-faced beggar was shocked and confused, then heard laughter behind him. When he turned around, it seemed that his opponent was already there, simply smiling and looking at him.
He became curious and quickly lunged again, now using both hands that opened his fingers, like a monkey's hand about to grip. This collision is extraordinary because the hand does not immediately grab, but waits where the opponent will dodge. The tricks of the Sakti Monkey Martial Art Arts are very powerful and rarely fail. But again, his eyes became blurry because his young opponent had flashed where he couldn't predict, only to suddenly have passed over his head. When he playsbody, the young man flashed again from the side, then in the next second, before he could turn around, he felt the nape of his neck being touched by warm fingers. This beggar was shocked and exclaimed, "Great... I admit defeat...!" He jumped aside and stared wide-eyed in astonishment.
Now the old geezer walked forward. His steps already imagined old age. His eyes looked at Bu Song, flickering in astonishment. "Seeing your movements, young man, you remind me of someone... ah, someone I admired before, but that disappointed my heart"
The more interested Mrs. Song's heart. "Who is that person, Sin-kauw-jiu Liong-kauw-su?
"Ah, don't mention my empty nickname. And I'm not a Kauwsu anymore but a worthless rotten bum. Call me Lokai (Old Beggar). I've always kept that person's name as a secret, even though he has disappointed my heart, but I won't mention it. However, because your moves are similar to his, if you can beat my stick, let me count my bet down and I'll mention his name in front of you. You take care, young people!" The old man received a stick of brass which both ends were plated with steel. As soon as the stick was in both hands, it seemed as if it came alive and was moving very fast.
"Young people, take out your weapons, let's play around for a while!"
In fact, even though this old man seemed far more shrewd than the disciple or his sister, Bu Song wasn't afraid to face him with his bare hands. However, considering that this grandfather was someone who was certainly famous before, even he was reluctant to look down on it. He had no enmity with them, let alone Sin-kauw-jiu Liong-kauwsu, and he even felt sorry for this former martial arts teacher and his students who had degenerated into beggars who were despised by people. Besidethis compassion, there is also a sense of curiosity why the teacher's spirit is so sluggish and does not deserve the attitude of a hero?
"Kauwsu, I'm not the one asking for a fight. If I'm not pressed, why would I take out a weapon? I don't want to hurt people!" he replied. "If you want to play, please start."
The old man looked very angry. "People have insulted us for too long without daring to reply! Now you are a young person who comes and insults us. Young people, don't blame me if my stick knows no pity. You welcome it!" Rolls of yellow light were visible when the stick struck fiercely, attacking with a sideways blow to Bu Song's left side, followed by a snap at the other end followed by a blow to the head if the first blow could be avoided.
However, in one flash the youth's body vanished from in front of him! Liong-kauwsu was startled, quickly turned around, moved his stick, then lunged behind his body. Sure enough, the young man who was able to move extremely fast was already behind him so his follow-up attack was spot on.
With a strong jab, the tip of his stick grabbed towards his chest, then when the young man dodged to the left, his stick continued to chase it with a flick to the right, hit the neck and then struck again, using the other end to cross his leg. All of this was done by that grandpa with speedlightning, and even though he is old, every time he is moved, the two tips of the stick vibrate and seen with the naked eye the tips turn into dozens of rods.
"Nice stick science!" Bu Song praised, but his body disappeared again without the grandfather knowing it was so fast.
From behind him, Liong-kauw-su felt how the tip of his stick was being touched by his opponent. He quickly turned around and saw his opponent smiling standing behind him, now taking out a shiny yellow object in his hand. Not playing shocked and amazed at the heart of the grandfather. He had already understood that his opponent would easily knock him down, or take his stick, because didn't his opponent already touch the tip of the stick from behind before he was able to turn around?
However, the young man did not do this, and even took out a weapon, even though even with his bare hands it would be difficult for him to beat this young man. When he noticedthe weapon in the young man's hand, he exclaimed in surprise, also his sute shouted, "Kim-siaw (Golden Flute)...!"
Bu Song looked at the golden flute in his hand and at that moment his heart thumped strangely. Good name! Kim-siauw! His name itself is weathered, it has brought up too many sad things! Her own name, Bu Song, is always associated with heartbreaking things, reminding her of her father and mother who were divorced, of her lonely life. Reminding him of his bitter experiences, of the death of Kwee Eng who had been nominated to be his wife, the first woman who stole his heart. Then, which still made a deep impression on his heart, reminded him of Suma Ceng, the woman he had loved as a substitute.Kwee Eng who died. The name Bu Song is really shrouded in darkness, what an unlucky name.
However, he couldn't continue to daydream because the heavy stick returned, accompanied by Liong-kauw-su's cry. There was a golden light rolling when Bu Song played his flute. This light seemed to be a golden rope that rolled up and entangled the stick, then without being able to be prevented by Liong-kauwsu, nor did he know how, his stick slipped from his hand, flew high up and when it came down, was greeted by the flute above. Bu Song's hand, twirled until it stopped across the flute that was offered to Liong-kauwsu, followed by words. "Receive your toya, Liong-kauwsu!"
"Wonderful...! You are more powerful than Kim-mo Taisu...!" the grandfather said with wide eyes and open mouth. Also his students and his nuns looked in awe.
"And that golden flute...! Young man, may we know, what is your noble name?"
Bu Song smiled bitterly, looked at his flute which he held in his right hand, held it straight in front of his face, then said, "Golden flute... golden flute... this is my name... Golden Flute!"
Sin-kauw-jiu Liong-kauwsu is a kang-ouw who has a lot of experience. He understood that this young man was a powerful person who did not want his name to be known. A hope rose in his heart that this extraordinary young man would be able to help him make amends for all the humiliation and hurt he had suffered through the decades.
However, at that moment, the image of someone coming and yelling flashed, "Again, there is an unscrupulous human being who dares to insult the ragtag relying on his intelligence?"
Beggar grandfathersand also Flute Emas (because Bu Song herself changed her name, from now on we know her as Flute Emas) turned and saw that what had come was a man of about thirty years old, his clothes were patchy and even his sleeves were frayed. -camping, wearing a wide hat (farmer's hat) that covers part of his face. Also his hat was worn out, ragged on the edges. But the man's body looked strong, his eyes were shining, his face was clean and without a beard. His trousers, which were also worn out, were cut to the knees. After saying that, immediately the person who had just arrived charged at the Gold Flute with lightning attacks.
"Eh, friend... don't get me wrong. He... Kim-siauw-eng (Golden Flute Warrior) doesn't..." Liong-kauwsu didn't continue his words because the Golden Flute had already cut him off.
"So be it, Kauwsu. This fellow is cunning, let us fool around a bit!"
It was true that the Gold Flute was in awe of this rush of people who had just arrived. After only a moment of movement, he realized that he was dealing with an expert whose level of intelligence was much higher than that of the old martial arts teacher. The punches of both hands and the kicks of both legs brought forth a subtle wind, as if it had no energy, but in fact it was full of very strong sinking energy. Alsohis movements were strange and confusing and extremely fast, proving that even this fellow's ginkang had reached a high level!
The Gold Flute had already put away his flute and he quickly dodged and then counterattacked, toousing his movement speed. He lowered his body by bending both knees until he was almost crouching to avoid being hit by both hands towards the chest and neck earlier, while lightning fast replied withstab his fingers towards the navel of the opponent. Very quickly his opponent's body had soared so high that his stab was not successful. From above the beggar had already somersaulted and was now attacking from above, with his head under his feet above, his left hand gripped towards the crown of his head and his hands moving in circles to prevent his way out!
Gold Flute understood that facing this attack, there was no way to dodge. The only way is to complain. Because this opponent is flying down so that his strength is increased by body weight and the power of sliding down, of course that person is more advantageous. But he was not afraid, he even put up the horses. His two feet seemed to be rooted on the ground, letting the opponent fly down until he was close, then suddenly his hands moved to offset the position of the opponent's hands to parry.
"Dukkk...!!" two pairs of hands met and as a result the beggar's body shot up five meters more, while the Golden Flute horses didn't even move, but both of their feet sank into the ground until they passed through their shoes!
This beggar is indeed great. Even though his body was thrown so high, but he did not lose his mind. Several times his waist moved, his body swayed like a snake and he had managed to recover his body balance, then jumped down with a light movement, standing right against the Golden Flute. Both of them looked at each other in admiration.
"You're very clever, mate!" said the Gold Flute with a smile. These words came from his heartsincere because he was amazed to witness the cleverness of this beggar. When it was thrown up,The beggar's cap was removed and his face was now quite handsome and dashing. A face that many imagine the bitterness of life, hair disheveled, but clean and contains an excited light.