Death Flute
Luo Sen Khang Galau's

Sen Khang was in a mood where he stood. He did not even realize that Chi Meng Huan had already left that place. He did not realize that now everyone was moving to clean up the mess that happened, that those who were poisoned need to be treated.

Meng Huan's words just now continued to ring in his ears. He is not a fighter. His parents would be very ashamed of him. Mr. Ouwyang will look down on him. And Ouwyang Ping would not accept him as his life companion. His actions earlier were very despicable and inappropriate for a swordsman.

Ouwyang Ping looked at him sadly. He understood what was raging in his fiancee's mind.

“Sister Luo,” scolds the girl while gently touching her arm. “Already. Don't you mind his words.”

Sen Khang's attitude became stiff. “How about the others?” tanyanya diverted the conversation.

“All Butterfly Party members were exposed to poison. Lan Sie won't give the antidote,” says Ouwyang Ping. “Sister Luo, you are a disciple of the Medicine God. Can you check them to diagnose what poison they're actually exposed to?”

Sen Khang nodded. Then he approached one of the members. He took out a long needle from the crucifixion toolbox that the God of Medicine had given him. Stabbed the nape of the poisoned member with the needle. When removed, the tip of the needle appears blackened. He sniffed.

“It's Energy Paralysis Poison. Not the kind of poison that destroys. But it is quite dangerous because anyone who is exposed to this poison will not be able to recover his power in a short time.”

“Is there a cure, Sen Khang?” ask Pendekar Sung.

“I can make the antidote when find the right medicinal foliage.”

“Near here is a small fertile valley, Swordsman Luo,” tell one member of Butterfly Party. “Tabib city often look for medicinal leaves and roots there. Maybe you can find the ingredients there.”

Sen Khang swallowed his bitter-tasting saliva. The mention of ‘Loo’ Hero is now not pleasant for him. He is not a fighter. He's just a coward whose hobby is to support people.

“I will accompany you, Brother Luo.” Ouwyang Ping smiled at him.

But Sen Khang looked away. “Tak. You're just here. I'll go alone.”

Ouwyang Ping looked at the young man's departure. Sen Khang's cold attitude made him sad. Apparently, the words Chi Meng Huan had really had an influence on Sen Khang. But that's not right. He did not care about Meng Huan's words. Meng Huan's talk was just nonsense.

Even if that was true, it would not be a problem for Ouwyang Ping. After all, he never wanted to have the husband of a true swordsman. All she wants is a peaceful life with the person who loves her.

“Ping-er,” reprimand Chien Wan.

Ouwyang Ping looked over.

“Go and cover him. Tell him that you don't care about Meng Huan's words,” tell Chien Wan to be smooth. “Or... You do care?”

“Of course not!” the Ouwyang Ping. “Sister Luo is completely innocent. For me...,” his voice is weakened, “for me he remains a true swordsman. Chi Meng Huan said things that made her fret. But I know it's not true.”

Chien Wan smiled slightly and patted his sister on the shoulder.

Ouwyang Ping immediately ran after Sen Khang.

***

Sen Khang was busy picking the medicinal leaves he would use to make poison-treating potions. Right as the Butterfly Party member said. This place has so many types of plants that can be made into antidotes for various types of diseases. Potent medicinal roots are also found in the crevices of rocks that are widely found in that place.

It keeps picking and gouging to get enough bidders for everything. But he did not do his job with a happy heart. He was daydreaming and moody.

He was noticed by someone who had been following him since.

“He, Sen Khang!”

Sen Khang was surprised. He saw Mr. Ouwyang was already nearby. It was shocking because his ears did not catch the old man's movements at all. What surprised him even more was the fact that the old man was following him. Quickly he approached. “Grandpa Ouwyang,” said respectfully.

“You are indeed outrageous!” grunts Mr. Ouwyang. His eyes were burning and his face was red.

“I'm sorry, Grandpa Ouwyang. I was acting cowardly. I know I shouldn't have attacked Chi Meng Huan from behind. I have behaved like a market whiz who does not hesitate to support people from behind,” I Sen Khang slowly. “Kurasa... I am not a real man..”.

“Then are you a girl?” tukas Mr. Ouwyang.

“Ha?” Sen Khang was surprised. “Of course not.”

“Then why did you say you weren't a real man? Stupid boy!” omel Tuan Ouwyang.

Sen Khang was stunned.

“I don't care about nonsense about true warriors like you young people despise! Huh! I have never agreed with *****bizarre World of Conciliation. Can't support!” gerutu Tuan Ouwyang sewot. He walked back and forth. “Hah! Huhh! Is there a fair fight in this world? All the fighting was for the purpose of crippling the opponent! Did you guys fight in the arena?”

Sen Khang's face began to brighten hearing all this.

“I also often gang up on people! If you don't believe me, ask your teacher! I gang up on people too with him!”

“Then, why did Grandpa say I was outrageous?” sen Khang asked, not understanding.

“Of course!” spray Mr. Ouwyang suddenly. He turned around and faced Sen Khang who was surprised. “I gave you my favorite grandson! Why didn't you just be nice to her, huh? Why are you being cold to her? Answer!” riled.

The Khang gun was sprayed like that. “Eh, the...,” nervous. “I didn't mean that. I was just thinking about Chi Meng Huan's words. I was influenced by his words. I thought Ping-er would look down on me because..” He was silent because he no longer knew what to say.

“Omong empty! We Ouwyang family are forever not a respectful madman. If indeed Ping-er loves you, let you swordsman or coward, he will follow you!” said Mr. Ouwyang sharply.

“Yes, I understand. I'm sorry, Cake.”

“From now on, I must be kind to my grandson! Otherwise, I won't forgive you!” grunts Mr. Ouwyang.

Sen Khang smiled with great relief.

“I promise, Cake.”

“It's best so, Boy!” Mr. Ouwyang jumped away. His old ears caught the soft footsteps in the distance. From his movements, he knew it was Ouwyang Ping. He did not want his favorite grandson to find him scolding his fiancee.

Sen Khang resumed his work. This time he did his job more vigorously. The words of Mr. Ouwyang had opened his mind to the meaning of the true swordsman. His confidence has returned.

Ouwyang Ping arrived there.

“Sister Luo!”

Sen Khang smiled happily at the arrival of the girl. “Ping-er. Come here!” he said while waving his hand.

Ouwyang Ping approached and he again felt astonished. It seems that Sen Khang has returned as usual. Sen Khang has returned to being a happy, calm, authoritative, charismatic, and confident person. The qualities he always admired in Sen Khang.

Sen Khang lowered his medicine bag and grabbed Ouwyang Ping's fingers. Gently, he grasped the delicate and warm fingers. “Pardon my attitude earlier, Ping-er.”

Ouwyang Ping gaped.

“From now on,” continued Sen Khang, “I promise that I will always be good to you. I will always try to make you happy,” he said full of seriousness. His eyes look so friendly.

The girl's lips twitched. He bit him and bowed for a long time. He was very moved to hear the words of the young man.he said nothing, only his hand grip was getting tighter on the young man's hand.

Sen Khang pulled the girl and carried her into his arms.

***