"He didn't say it." Song Ngo Lin shook his head. "How did you feel after taking the medicine earlier?"
Tok Ku Bwee tried to gather his pure air, even though it wasn't that smooth, the pain wasn't like before he fainted again. In fact, he felt a cool air evaporating up through his throat. He felt astonished.
"What medicine did you give me?"
"I don't understand either," Song Ngo Lin took out a medicine bottle from under his clothes. "This medicine is a family recipe. It is made from various medicinal leaves. According to what I heard, this medicine is specifically for healing internal injuries."
Tok Ku Bwee watched Song Ngo Lin from top to toe. "Who are you really?"
"Me? Not too clear," Song Ngo Lin really didn't know how to answer that question.
"What?" Tok Ku Bwee was getting more confused. "What I mean is your name?"
"I am She Yang. People always call me Siau Yang. Yang from the letters Yang Ciu," said Song Ngo Lin as if he was afraid that the girl would not understand.
"No name?"
"There is a nickname, namely A Ha. But you better call me Siau Yang."
Of course Tok Ku Bwee did not know that Song Ngo Lin was lying. He even found this young man very funny and interesting. "Where is your house?" he asked again.
"A small nameless village about a few tens of li from here. In our village there are only a dozen families."
"What did you come to a place so far for?"
"Find a job," Luckily Song Ngo Lin's brain is quite thin.
"What about your parents?" unknowingly Tok Ku Bwee kept asking.
"Everyone is dead," Song Ngo Lin's face looked sad. He quickly changed the subject. "Kouwnio, I don't think your injuries are light. If you stay here all the time, you might catch a cold later. Woe to you then."
"Who needs your attention?"
"Don't say that. Now you're like my patient. If anything happens to you, I won't be able to eat sleep again."
"I'm not holding you responsible for me."
"Helping people is an obligation in life. How can it be while I see you on the verge of death then let it go?" said Song Ngo Lin casually.
"Just bringing family medicine is enough to dare to treat people. Your guts are not small either!" Tok Ku Bwee grumbled at him, but his lips curved into a smile.
"If my guts weren't big, seeing this many corpses lying around, I would have run away long ago."
"Do you know what happened?"
"I don't know. But I recognize that most of the corpses are Bu-ti-bun members."
"You know them?"
"I don't know. But, it's definitely the make-up of Bu-tibun members."
"You seem to have noticed a lot."
"Because I was once a member of Bu-tibun."
"Why?" Tok Ku Bwee's suspicions rose again.
"Bu-ti-bun has no match under heaven. If you look at it, are there any Bu-ti-bun students who don't look dashing?" Song Ngo Lin deliberately took a deep breath.
"Unfortunately someone has to introduce and someone guarantees. I've been to their branch office three times, but every time I'm tested, I always fail and am not accepted."
"Do you know who I am?" asked Tok Ku Bwee again.
"Who doesn't matter," Song Ngo Lin shook his head.
"Who knows I'm Bu-ti-bun's enemy."
Song Ngo Lin pretended to be surprised. Then he shook his head again.
"Can it be helped? Seeing death without helping, I can't do something like that," he seemed to remember something.
"Oh yes.... There is an unused shrine in front, let me help you rest there for a moment," he said.
Song Ngo Lin's hand stretched out. Of course Tok Ku Bwee refused.
"No need. I can walk by myself!" He used his machete as a cane and forced himself awake. The palms of his hands still hurt, although they weren't as painful as before. He forced himself to take a few steps, but his scar hurt so badly. His steps swayed, his body staggered, he almost fell to the ground. Song Ngo Lin, who was following from the side, quickly supported him. But Tok Ku Bwee still intended to refuse, but a roll of dizziness suddenly attacked his head. He knew he was not strong enough to walk, he had to let Song Ngo Lin support him. He silently managed his pure air. After a while, the dizziness lessened a bit. He was only able to move on slowly.
Seeing all that, Song Ngo Lin was secretly amazed. There are not many hard-hearted girls like Tok Ku Bwee.
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The distance from the empty temple to the riverbank was actually not that far. But Song Ngo Lin supported Tok Ku Bwee and walked slowly. When they arrived at their destination, night had already fallen.
The name is indeed a dilapidated temple. But a few days before Song Ngo Lin had spent half the day cleaning it. He also spent one night at the temple.
Song Ngo Lin helped Tok Ku Bwee sit on the floor. In a moment he had taken a pile of dry wood and lit a bonfire. Tok Ku Bwee looked at him with a surprised look. Song Ngo Lin felt himself being watched. He laughed heartily.
"You shouldn't be surprised. I've lived here before," he said, as if to explain.
After the fire was lit, he took a bowl that had been torn.
"You rest for a while. I'll get some water and you have to take one more medicine." Without waiting for an answer from Tok Ku Bwee, Song Ngo Lin immediately ran out.
Tok Ku Bwee had to stare at his back until he disappeared. After contemplating for a moment, he managed to straighten up and regroup his pure air. There is no doubt that the medicine that Song Ngo Lin gave to Tok Ku Bwee was a drug concocted by Hay-liong Lojin. It's really good for healing deep wounds. Unfortunately Song Ngo Lin didn't understand how to drink it so the drug didn't show much reaction. Now Tok Ku Bwee is helping him by channeling pure air throughout the body, of course the medicine immediately dissolves and works. Tok Ku Bwee feels freshness and comfort in no time.
Tok Ku Bwee drank the drug once again. After resting for a while, it wasn't long before he fell fast asleep. When he woke up again, it was already morning. Sunlight shone from outside the temple.
Tok Ku Bwee blinked his eyes. Suddenly he gasped, he quickly noticed his own body. But he didn't feel anything wrong. His heart became relieved.
Then he saw Song Ngo Lin carrying a bowl in hand and approaching him.
"What else is that? Medicine?"
"Porridge…. I purposely cooked it for you."
On top of the firebox is a rag pot. Inside there is porridge that is still steaming. Tokku Bwee took another look at Song Ngo Lin. His eyelids were starting to turn red. It is certain that the young man did not sleep the whole night. Tok Ku Bwee's heart was touched.
He welcomed the bowl from Song Ngo Lin's hand, then tasted it a little, the taste was sweet and savory.
Compared to the food itself, it's much better.
"What porridge is this?" he asked absently.
"Catfish porridge." Song Ngo Lin seemed to be overjoyed.
"Where did you get catfish?" asked Tok Ku Bwee whose astonishment rose again.
"I threw myself into the river and caught him."
Song Ngo Lin asked back, "How does it feel?
"Very delicious," said Tok Ku Bwee praising. "You're smart too."
"Since childhood I have had to take care of myself, if I can't even do this, I will have died of hunger a long time ago."
Hearing his words, Tok Ku Bwee's heart was even more moved. He pondered for a moment. "Didn't you say earlier that you really wanted to join Bu-ti-bun?
"Not anymore." Song Ngo Lin's answer was beyond the girl's expectations.
"Eh? Why?"
"I am now an orphan. I have no one else. Who will guarantee it? Besides, where should I find someone who can introduce me to Bu-ti-bun?
"I!" Tok Ku Bwee took a spoonful of porridge.
"You? Why you?" asked Song Ngo Lin as if suspicious.
Tok Ku Bwee snorted coldly.
"Tok-ku Bu-ti is my father. Think about it, can I guarantee you or not? And I will also introduce you."
Song Ngo Lin deliberately looked at Tok Ku Bwee with a look of disbelief.
"Consider me repaying you for taking care of me," said Tok Ku Bwee next.
"I don't expect your favor in return. I'm also not the kind of person who has helped people and then expects your revenge," said Song Ngo Lin grudgingly.
"You think I'm the kind of person who has received help and then just forgets about it." Tok Ku Bwee put his bowl on the ground. "Everything that I have set, can not be changed by anyone!"
Song Ngo Lin looked awry.
"This ...."
"What is this again? Twisted, like not just a boy!"
"Fine. But you can't exaggerate everyone a bit by saying that I was counting on you to become a member of Bu-ti-bun."
Song Ngo Lin's face was very serious when he said these words.
"Who talks about you most of the time?" Tokku Hong was amused by Song Ngo Lin's foolishness.
He giggled then finished the rest of his porridge. Song Ngo Lin himself laughed too. Suddenly he laughed shrilly. He was contemplating whether he should trick Tok Ku Bwee in this way. He had intended to say it frankly, but the words that had been prepared and had reached the tip of his tongue were pulled back. Finally he decided to continue the charade.
Tok Ku Bwee was completely oblivious. He had already decided to return to Bu-ti-bun. Not only because of Song Ngo Lin. But he was already fed up with this kind of life.
–––
Hay-liong Lojin is a cheerful person. Every day he always laughed freely. But when he heard about the disaster that happened to Go-bi-pay, his face changed greatly. He couldn't laugh anymore. He did not doubt what Zhao Bouw said. Let alone the injuries that every Go-bi-pay disciple suffered following Zhao Bouw's arrival. Their heads were deeply bowed. They took deep breaths. Where do their spirits fly?
On the table in front of him was a small pouch covered in blood. That is the relic of It-im Taysu. The blood has dried. The color has started to fade. Hay-liong Lojin's eyes stared at the object fixedly. His heart is getting sad.
"Is it true that old fart It-im is dead?" those words were indeed impolite, but they contained deep sorrow.
Zhao Bouw nodded his head without responding. Hay-liong Lojin took a deep breath.
"Isn't that right? I've often said before, there's no need to tire yourself out advising evil humans like that. The other day Kui-kiam (Sword Demon) Bu-tiang came to take revenge. He still said that basically that person still has good character. It's a good thing I came in a hurry, otherwise the Bu-Tiang Devil Sword would have taken him to hell, there's no need to wait until now," Hay-liong Lojin whimpered for a moment. Then he grumbled again at length, "That old fart is indeed too innocent. He doesn't see the reality of life at all. Omitohud little by little. Now he just feels it, and at the same time more than two hundred and seventy of his students die of curiosity!"
Zhao Bouw lowered his head deeply. He didn't say a word. The other Go-bi-pay disciples also lowered their heads. Occasionally there are still long sighs. Hay-liong Lojin
he glanced around them briefly, "Luckily you guys still managed to escape."
Hay-liong Lojin raised his head to the blue sky. "Can Go-bi-pay appear again in the world of Kangouw, it all depends on you." The old man stood up and looked at Zhao Bouw. "Especially you human she Zhao.
I know your talent more than anyone else. You need to train harder!"
"Susiok, don't worry, I will definitely highlight the name Go-bi-pay again!" he said in a deep voice.
"Good! There is spirit!" The old man patted Zhao Bouw's shoulder twice then took Itim Taysu's relic and walked away.
Zhao Bouw followed closely behind. When he got outside the house, he said, "Susiok, what you said is true! I am no match for Song Ngo Lin."
"Finally you believe that the other day Song Ngo Lin did give in to you."
"Our Liong-gi-kiam-hoat from Wudang-pay and our Lok-jit-kiam-hoat are both famous in the Kangouw world. Why are we fighting, so far apart?"
"To develop Lok-jit-kiam-hoat, Im and Yang are needed. The previous generation of Ciangbunjin died, and we only found out afterward. Therefore, the Lok-jit-kiamhoat that I trained with It-im Taysu only contained the violence of Yang energy. , but Im's lack of tenderness. The previous generation of Ciangbunjin did not have time to pass it on to us. Of course we cannot perfectly deploy Lok-jit-kiam-hoat," Hayliong Lojin explained.
Zhao Bouw was stunned. "In that case, Susiok also cannot achieve perfection in practicing Lok-jit-kiam-hoat."
Hay-liong Lojin did not deny it. Zhao Bouw took a deep breath.
"Is there no way to help the Lok-jit-kiamhoat be trained to perfection?"
"It's not that there isn't...." Hay-liong Lojin's face became
dark.
"Susiok, tell me. No matter how hard it is, I am determined to train the Lok-jit-kiam-hoat to perfection."
"The only way is to learn Im's gentle power."
"Oh?" Zhao Bouw didn't quite understand the old man's meaning.
Hay-liong Lojin was forced to explain in more detail.
"If you could learn Sim-hoat from Si-im-kung (Hereafter Palace) then everything would be easy. But in the past, Si-im-kung was invaded by nine major parties so that they were pushed out of China. Since then they have never appears again in the Kangouw world. Of course Iwekang Sim-hoat from Si-im-kung has no heirs in the Chinese area."
"Where did Si-im-kung actually come from?"
"Po-se (Portuguese). They had shaken Bu-lim for quite a long time. But because they belonged to a heretical sect and caused a lot of commotion, they were finally unable to withstand the mob of the nine major parties and just disappeared. Did they return to their country? alone or move to another place, no one knows anymore."
"Apart from Si-im-kung's Iwekang Sim-hoat, is there no other Sim-hoat that can replace him?" Zhao Bouw urged.
"It's not like that. According to the story, Hek-pay-suang-mo (A Pair of White and Black Devils) from India also studied the same knowledge. Some even said that they were of the same school as Si-im-kung.
Meanwhile, Han-ling-cu (Cold Spirit) from China also has a kind of knowledge that uses Iwekang's soft power. But they all consist of heretical factions.
If our faith is not strong, our nature will be affected to become evil. We'd better find another way, let's see, who knows we'll be able to find the missing Sim-hoat Go-bi-pay." Hay-liong Lojin took a deep breath.
"Maybe some of our predecessors studied this science and some of them passed it on to their heirs."
Zhao Bouw didn't make a sound. I don't know what he was thinking.
"I have kept a list of names on which are written the names of the previous generation of Go-bi-pay students. I will hand it over to you later. But you have to travel the world to look for them. Who knows if some of them understand Sim-hoat science Lok-jitkiam-hoat," said Hay-liong Lojin next.
Zhao Bouw still didn't show any reaction. Finally the old man noticed it too. His feet stopped moving. "What else could you think of!"
"There isn't any." Zhao Bouw gritted his teeth tightly.
"From now on, Tecu will travel around the world...."
Hay-liong Lojin didn't wait for Zhao Bouw's words to finish, he raised his thumb in praise. "I've been saying since before that you're really excited."
"Just let Wen Kui stay here, as well as the other colleagues, Tecu hopes Susiok is willing to take them in."
"What was that talk?" Hay-liong Lojin's anger bubbled up again. "I'm also a student of Go-bi-pay, of course I also have the responsibility to look after them."
Wen Kui had been stalking behind Zhao Bouw all along. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. "Kongcu, let me serve...."
Zhao Bouw turned his head to glance at Wen Kui. "Your martial arts knowledge is still very low. It's better if you just stay here." Then he went to Hay-liong Lojin. "Susie, I'm leaving."
"Fine. You go!" The old man took another deep breath. After that he threw the small bag left by It-im Taysu with all his might. The little bag floated out into the middle of the ocean.
Wavy white waves, in a moment the small bag was swayed farther and farther. Under the streams of tears of Go-bi-pay disciples, Zhao Bouw continued on to achieve the goal of rebuilding Go-bi-pay.
–––
The silence of the night creeps in. From the outside it seems that Wudang-san is so calm. In fact, ever since Song Ngo Lin left that place, Wudang-san never had another riot. Security at night is also not so tight anymore.
But that night Fu Giok-su was still careful as he left his room towards the back of the mountain where there was a dense forest. The wind blows the leaves. With his back to the moon, a faceless human stood tall among the dense trees. He saw Fu Jade-su coming towards him.
"Kongcu...."
"You've come to Wudang-san again. What do you really need?" asked Fu Giok-su in an even tone.
"Cujin can't wait to take revenge. The old man demands that you act immediately," said the faceless human while handing a letter to Fu Giok-su.
Fu Giok-su took out the letter. He stood with his back to the moon so he could see the light and be able to read the letter. After reading carefully, he took out a flint and lit it. The letter was burned to ashes. He's a meticulous person. Then he pondered for a moment.
"You go back to Siau-yau- really and report to Yaya. Within ten days I will do everything according to plan. Anyway I will lure Song Han to Ci-liong-ceng."
"Kongcu has found a good sense?"
Fu Jade-su nodded his head. As he walked he explained what he had planned. The faceless human listened intently. His head kept nodding. Fu Giok-su is a very smart young man. His scheme must have been neat.
This time Song Han would definitely be caught in a dangerous trap.
–––
Fu Giok-su sends the faceless human away.
He returned to his room. Not to mention he pushed open the bedroom door, his heart was already feeling suspicious. The door had been left slightly ajar, now it was closed tightly. He put his hand on the bedroom door. After considering for a moment, he pushed open the door carefully.
Moonlight shone through the window. The situation in the room was dim. But he could see that someone was sitting on his bed. Even though it wasn't very clear, he could already guess who it was. He closed his bedroom door again.
Fu Jade-su rushed over to the bed. "Xiao Rong, why did you come at this time?
That person was indeed Xiao Rong. His right hand touched the solar plexus, as if he wanted to vomit, but he did his best not to vomit in that place. Then he stood up, his head sinking into Fu Jade-su's chest. She was sobbing.
"Xiao Rong, what's wrong?" asked Fu Jade-su softly.
"Giok-su, I... I have a few words to say to you."
"About what?" Fu Jade-su looked at him in surprise. Xiao Rong's body snuggled into the young man's arms. After a few moments he opened his voice
.... "The past few days, I've been feeling really bad.
I vomit every time I fill my stomach, my head is also dizzy. Perhaps ...."
After hearing only half of it, Fu Jade-su's face changed greatly. He was dumbstruck for a long time.
"Tell me, what should we do? If people find out I'm pregnant with your child, then...." Xiao Rong's voice became hoarse and unclear.
In a short time Fu Jade-su's heart calmed down again. He patted Xiao Rong's shoulder gently. "Don't be afraid. I will arrange everything."
Xiao Rong raised her head. Tears flowed profusely. Fu Giok-su reached out to stroke the girl's cheek. "No need to worry," he said piece by piece.
Then he wiped Xiao Rong's tears away. The tears felt cold to the hand. Fu Giok-su's heart also cooled down.
–––
The long night is over anyway. Early in the morning, Fu Jade-su came to the stone room where Song Han was practicing. After thinking all night he finally came up with the wits to lure Song Han into his trap.
Therefore, he said that the disciples who were at the foot of the mountain brought news that Song Ngo Lin and Thian-ti were seen in Ci-liong village. He could already feel Song Han's character. If he heard this news, he would immediately follow to Ci-liong village to settle accounts with Song Ngo Lin.
It turned out that what he suspected was not wrong.
Hearing the news, Song Han was immediately excited. "Why did Song Ngo Lin get together with that old creature?"
"Has Susiok forgotten. Before leaving Wudangsan, the old creature once said that Song Ngo Lin was the product of his upbringing."
"That's right! No wonder they got together." Song Han asked again. "Where did you get this news?"
"A former Wudang-pay student who opened an escort company near Ci-liong village. That person is She Suma...."
"Kim-to (Golden Saber) Suma?" A memory flashed through Song Han's mind. "Is it Suma Hong?"
"Suma-susiok has died. His current successor is his son named Suma Tian."
"Suma Hong has also died?" Song Han took a deep breath. "We are best friends. One family is very interesting. They all use their left hand to hold a machete. Wudang-pay's left-hand machete is also only those who can master it well."
Inwardly Fu Jade-su was somewhat surprised. He didn't expect Song Han to be so understanding. But he didn't show any feelings. "Susie, what should we do?"
"Still need to ask? I will immediately follow to Ciliong village. I will destroy his body to pieces!"
"Susiok, I will accompany you parents there!"
"No need! I'm enough myself." Song Han's eyes flickered. "You are now Ciangbunjin Wudang-pay. You should stay here taking care of everything else."
"Precisely because Tecu is now Ciangbunjin, Tecu has to go there too."
"If you go along, who will take care of Wudang-pay?"
Song Han shook his head. "You better stay here."
"Susie...!"
"Haven't you heard what I just said?" Song Han's face turned dark.
“No…. But Sifu was backed by that apostate disciple.
Now as a student, I've found traces of the killer. How come I don't help at all? The heart is not satisfied. Besides, what should Tecu say in public if they know about this incident?" Fu Giok-su said with a sad face. He immediately knelt before Song Han.
"Hope Susiok will grant Tecu's request."
Song Han felt that what Fu Giok-su said was reasonable. He looked at the young man's face. His appearance is so sincere. Finally he nodded his head. "Fine. If you're determined to come along."
Fu Giok-su showed a look of joy. He quickly worshiped three times. Song Han hurriedly helped him get up. Fu Jade-su's face turned downwards. Yan-susiok was unable to see the young man's lips that smiled a sly smile.
–––
On the mountain it rained heavily. The wind brought raindrops through the window and splashed Fu Giok-su's face. He was packing supplies for departure. Without noticing a small purse that exudes fragrance fell from the pile of clothes.
The small purse was a gift from Xiao Rong. She often carries it around with her. Sometimes he would take out the wallet and stare at it for a long time.
A glimmer of silence crept into his heart. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Fu Giok-su was still holding the small wallet. His mind was flying.
He didn't notice a knock on the door. Once again there was a knock. Fu Giok-su snapped out of his reverie. She quickly tucked the small purse under her clothes, walked to the door and opened it.
Xiao Rong stood at the door. His looks are crumpled. There doesn't seem to be any zest for life. His face showed deep sadness. Fu Jade-su pulled him inside.
"Have you told Susiok yet?"
Xiao Rong looked at Fu Giok-su with glazed eyes.
"Sifu said that my martial arts skills are still low, if you go it will be troublesome. So I can't join."
Fu Giok-su led Xiao Rong to sit on the bed. Xiao Rong stared at him fixedly. His heart ached again. Unknowingly, tears were falling profusely.
Fu Jade-su gripped Xiao Rong's hand tightly. He sits beside her. Xiao Rong waved her hand, while wiping away the tears she stood up. "Let me help you pack up the supplies...."
Fu Giok-su took the girl's hand and hugged her in his arms. Xiao Rong couldn't hold back her sorrow any longer.