The Fragrant Wood Swordsman
pk 05 part 5

He shook his head and looked at the two ladies with sharp eyes.

"No, I want to be free!"

"Sumoi, just beat up this ungodly man!" shouted Cui Im who had already stepped forward and was ready with his red sword.

"Hold, Holy. Mother willed him alive! Uhhh, Keng Hong. You yourself have confessed that I saved your soul. Is this your reply? Want to fight me? Is this the heroism of Sin-jiu Kiam-ong? Poor grandfather who would be restless in the afterlife if he saw his disciples who did not know the mind."

Keng Hong's face turned red once and he clenched his fists. "Have it, don't carry around the name of the temperature. Well, I'd like to come along but remember, just to obey your orders in return for your help. After meeting Lam-hai Sin-ni, I consider my debt to you has been paid off!" After saying so Keng Hong then walked towards the carriage.

Cui Im nudged his sumoi arm with his elbow while moving his face towards Keng Hong who was seen by them from behind, while chuckling and whispering, "Look, Sumoi?"

The white-clothed girl looked over and the beautiful face instantly became red once. Her fair eyes were wide-eyed as she looked towards Keng Hong's back body. The ragged back clothes and dusty skin were still unable to hide an upright back with a strong arch at the bottom like it was made of steel. A fielded shoulder, a small waist and a pair of rounded hips envision the exertion-filled muscles over strong legs.

Quickly he closed his eyes, unwilling to look again and his mouth reproached. "Holy, you always put your passions first. You know I don't pay attention to men!" This girl threw away her face and after Keng Hong entered the carriage, she said, "Get him a blanket and have him cover his back body properly!"

Cui Im chuckled and ran to the carriage, picked up the blanket and threw it towards Keng Hong.

"Keng Hong, cover your backside tight, you make sumoi become disgusted, hi-hi-hik!"

Then he jumped up at the front and immediately pulled out four horses after his sumoi jumped in and sat down before Keng Hong in an indifferent manner.

From the outside came the voice of one among Pak-san Su-liong. "You guys just wait! The temperature itself will take the captives!"

But the two disciples of Lam-jai Sin-ni ignored their cries and continued to race the train south. The carriage shook, yet Keng Hong sat down with a henchman, his eyes never being separated from the face of the girl in front of him.

He became more and more amazed. This girl is very good at her silat, also her character is much different from the character of Cui Im who is obscene and likes to indulge his lust. This girl was quiet, never even showing any joy. However cruel and ferocious, this white-clothed girl was perhaps ten times more vicious than Cui Im, even though she was not as cunning and deceitful as her saint.

He secretly made comparisons. Which one is good between these two girls? Cui Im lives as someone who wants to enjoy life as much as he does, always obey his lust without caring about anything, want to achieve as much pleasure in the world without caring if he will be labeled a pervert girl or not.

In short everything in this world must be directed for the sake of personal self-pleasure. Such a girl naturally had no loyalty towards anyone but herself.

Suddenly, this beautiful face moved so that a pair of clear eyes met with the look of his eyes. Keng Hong was startled and blushed, quickly he averted his eyes, pretending to look at the trees by the roadside.

"You hungry?" The question was sudden and smooth.

Keng Hong nodded and replied slowly, "Hope..."

"My name is Biauw Eng, and you may call me by my name."

Keng Hong was shocked. Uh, if there is also a sweet attitude towards this strange lady. Quickly he lifted his gaze, expecting a change of face in the lady, a reasonable change of face, who was smiling as smooth as the words issued. But he was careless, the face remained cold and calm, not imagining anything at all. He took a deep breath and said.

"Indeed I am hungry, and especially thirsty, Biauw Eng."

Song-bun Siu-li, or Biauw Eng, calmly picked up a package from behind him, on the seat of the carriage, open the package and take out a large dry bread. He broke the bread, divided it into three, then gave some to Keng Hong, some he threw towards Cui Im while exclaiming, "Holy, please eat!" and he himself immediately began to eat his share.

Cui Im bit the dried bread while laughing and said, "Honey, sumoi. One urn of Ai-ang-ciu wine (Red Arak Asmara) has been spent one gulp by the boy, hi-hi-hik!"

The pair of black eyebrows furrowed for a while, but it was not enough to imagine how Biauw Eng felt, whether disappointed, or angry, or any other feeling. It was just that his lips that had been closed when he was chewing the bread inside his mouth, were now opened a little to let out words.

"I still have a supply of drinking water, don't worry, holy."

His left hand reached back and the girl had already taken out a shiny, white jar, made of exquisite porcelain. Seeing that Keng Hong had finished his bread the first time, this lady handed him a porcelain urn, saying,

"Drink first."

Keng Hong received the urn, looked in admiration then asked, "Where is the cup?"

"Hi-hik-hik! Keng Hong, you're always on your coppers looking for a cup. Are you worried about being poisoned? Ahh, do not be afraid, sumoi forever do not want to mess with poison, besides all kinds of poison if put in the heirloom jar then the effect will disappear." Cui Im laughed mockingly until Keng Hong's face turned red once.