The Fragrant Wood Swordsman
pk 01 part 9

He was cleaning the door and window leaves that were exposed to dust when Thian Seng Cinjin and his students gathered in the study room. Since he was not expelled and indeed he worked without making a sound, then Keng Hong could see as well as hear all.

The atmosphere in the study room was very quiet because the students listened to their teachers with respect and earnestness, making Keng Hong work more carefully so as not to interfere. But he sometimes forgot about his work because he heard things that attracted his heart. He listened constantly.

"Temperature, yesterday at the top of Kiam-kok-san there was already a commotion," Kiang Tojin, his helper and the most respected and beloved tosu Keng Hong, said in a statement. "Sin-jiu Kiam-ong's appearance has been echoed by his youthful character who likes to be confused. According to the report of the disciples, Temu, there were nine kang-ouw figures, including two Siauw-lim-pai hwesio, two Hoa-san-pai figures and a Kong-thong-pai tosu, come to him for the sword of Siang-bhok-kiam. They have been served by Sin-jiu Kiam-ong who promises another month to wait for them in the rose forest south of the foot of the mountain. Please make the Temperature decision because this commotion is happening in our region."

"Siancai.., siancai...! Since time immemorial Sie-taihiap (the great warrior she sie) has always pursued pleasure and tension. But it must be admitted that behind his bad habits is hidden a warrior character that we should praise. We Kun-lun-pai people are not an unacquainted group. Sie-taihiap once planted the mind to us then we allow him to be imprisoned in Kiam-kok-san which is a sacred place for us because we used to sucouw (Guru grandfather) we chose that place as a place to be destroyed from the world. Now Sie-taihiap invites a commotion, let us not mix it up. Pinto forbade any Kun-lun-pai disciple to intervene and let Sie-taihiap settle his affairs as he wished."

Hearing their conversation about the strange-looking Sin-jiu Kiam-ong, Keng Hong's heart became deeply interested. He had read many stories about the strangeness of the warriors. Although Kun-lun-pai was the center of the great warriors and he understood that his helper Kiang Tojin was a man of high knowledge, what was more his helper teacher was certainly a powerful man, but they showed no intelligence and lived as hermits and common peasants. So now when he heard about Sin-jiu Kiam-ong who was about to face the powerful opponents at the foot of the southern mountain, in the rose forest, he became eager to watch.

Thus, on the appointed day, a month after the meeting at the peak called the peak of the Sword Valley, Keng Hong herded his servants outside the rose forest. Usually if he herds the six-tailed buffalo, he will go to the north. But once he deliberately drove his shoulders down south and let them eat fat green grass outside the rose forest.

In order not to be seen that he deliberately came to the place to watch the gathering of the saints as he knew from the conversation between the chief Kun-lun-pai and his students, he then lay face down on the back of the largest buffalo while blowing the bamboo flute he carried.

Keng Hong has a special skill in blowing flutes, even since childhood he has been playing flute, good at blowing flute imitating the sounds of chickens and birds. Also with his flute he can string up beautiful voices and create songs that are really well-created but very pleasant to hear.

Meanwhile, since the morning Sin-jiu Kiam-ong Sie Cun Hong had been sitting cross-legged among a bunch of roses, and just like when he was cross-legged under the sword stone, he was, now the sword of Siang-bhok-kiam is also lying in front of his knees. He sat cross-legged motionlessly, with both eyes closed, quietly sinking into the semedhi.

Suddenly the grandfather's left earlobe moved, then he slowly blinked his eyes. He frowned as he paid attention to his hearing. This grandfather has a strange habit, which is what if he hears something impressive, then his left earlobe can move like a rabbit's ear!

If he was silent, even if there was a thunderbolt above his head, he would not be surprised or concerned, would remain calm in his whistling. But once, he realized from his whistle (semedhi) because he heard a very melodious whistle! The sound containing the vibrations was very moving, which was very smooth as if a gust of wind on the ends of the bamboo leaves.

Because Sin-jiu Kiam-ong really likes to hear the sound of the flute, then the sound of the flute full of subtle vibrations is more powerful influence than the lightning explosion, evoked him from semedhi and made this grandfather eager to know who could blow such a beautiful flute!

When he got outside the forest and saw that the one blowing the flute was a boy sitting on the back of a big buffalo, so full of peace and tranquility, he said, for a moment Sin-jiu Kiam-ong was amazed. Then he took a deep breath and whispered.

"You've become senile, too old! Where can there be a man so clean of heart that it is reflected in his distilled puffs? Only a child would be able to blow such a flute. In this world where there are people whose hearts are clean beyond the hearts of a child?"

He then stepped into the rose forest again shaking his head and denouncing his own stupidity. Soon he was cross-legged again, but this time he did not meditate, but his hearing was to enjoy the sound of the song being blown out of the distilled holes.

This grandfather knew that in succession had come nine saints who a month ago had visited him in Kiam-kok-san. But he did not care, even pretended not to know and still enjoyed the sound of a distilled voice that sounded so faint until.

He was like a man fascinated and immersed in the wisdom of that voice, which led him to soar back to his youth that he secretly regretted himself. Indeed he should be ashamed that on the verge of his death, because indeed he had made the decision to give up his life without resisting to these nine people, he had never done the slightest merit in his life.

In fact, he always lived the pursuit of pleasure, struggling in love with many women he reciprocated only based on the impulse of lust. Never in his life had he dropped a heart, loving a woman purely.

How he lived delinquently, never distinguishing between good and bad, ignorant, robbing books and heirlooms, came to the heroes only to satisfy his lust to win, he said, stormed the martial parties to defeat their leaders.

Although since long ago he never had the intention to betray others, but his careless character without him knowing has hurt many people. Now came the regret and the more he noticed the flute sound that melodious it increasingly touched his heart.

Slowly the distilled voice weakened, then stopped as if the blower was bored and tired, as well as he who was tired of living longer, tired of dealing with a world that suffers more than it pleases.

After the distilled voice came to a halt, Sin-jiu Kiam-ong raised his face. His eyes swept over the visitors who were standing in front of him in a state of alert, with weapons in their hands because they were now coming to act, not to talk anymore. All the eyes of the nine were aimed towards the Daylight-bhok-kiam which was the center of attention and which was actually the main reason for their visit.

"Ahh, have you guys come? Well, I'm ready too. Now I won't fight if I want to kill me, do it quickly. However, since the one who kills me has the right to have Siang-bhok-kiam then I first want to explain the usefulness of this sword." The grandfather took the wooden sword from in front of him...