Red Dragon Swordsman
The Lin Inland Tribe.
After a group led by a teenage girl who had just come to the teahouse suddenly the owner of the tea shop and a number of tea shop waiters came to the girl on the table chair in the right corner from the tea shop.
"Young Miss Lin, apparently you came to my humble teahouse? "who is the old man of the tea shop owner with a respectful and courteous attitude to the beautiful girl.
" Yes, Uncle Hong, please, I want to enjoy drinking your handmade tea which I love so much and I want to do my job as my father's representative to monitor the situation outside our small town of Lin in the middle of the night."answer this beautiful girl with a sweet and friendly smile to the owner of the teahouse.
"Well, okay. Just a minute, Miss Lin. I'll immediately prepare a pot of tea you like the most from my teahouse from my kitchenette." said the owner of the teahouse immediately went to his kitchen followed by his servants behind him.
Zhang Xiao Long remained indifferent as if he did not pay attention to everyone in the teahouse by concentrating on the look in his eyes that was staring at an area behind the iron gate that was still it was locked tightly by a number of guards guarding the door.
"This area is very strict but it is good to protect the people in the city from people or groups who want to commit crimes against the people in the city" Zhang Xiao Long thought.
"Sister Long, what are you thinking right now? " tan Tan Ling Ming asked his wife gently in the chair beside him.
"I want to know where the good tea I'm drinking from is coming from" Zhang Xiao Long replied, turning his attention to his wife who was smiling sweetly at him.
"Oh, that? " tan Tan Ling Ming asked who touched his nose with his index finger and his wife's attitude was so pleasant.
"Yes, wife. Try for you to taste the tea in this cup of mine, " Zhang Xiao Long replied gently picking up his teacup from the table and giving it to his wife.
"Oh, alright" said Tan Tan Ling Ming receiving his teacup and then tasting the tea slowly with great pleasure.
"What do you think of this tea? " zhang Xiao Long asked softly as he stood on the floor to help his wife stand up and he took his wife to leave the teahouse after he paid their tea at the teahouse to the tavern owner the tea was on the cashier's table at the front door of the teahouse.
"Fresh my dry throat." replied Tan Tan Ling Ming who was walking near Zhang Xiao Long.
"Yes, that means you like that tea, my wife.." zhang Xiao Long said softly to Tan Tan Ling Ming who immediately understood the cue from the Red Dragon Emperor that led the young lady towards the forest to the east of the teahouse.
And, the forest was the meeting place of one of the most influential figures in the area and a man carrying a lyre musical instrument on the man's back. The two were seen to be pitting their respective intelligence in the forest in the middle of the night.
"King Lin Mo Lang do you want to challenge my mother or my intelligence in the Lin bamboo forest? " asked the man carrying the harp instrument on his back with a firm demeanor to the handsome man standing before him with a sword in the hand of the man who was looking at him with a mighty manly demeanor.
"Master Jing, I want to know the intelligence you have so that I can appoint you as the head of the expedition to the north that will come on the fifth day of the third month of the year. " king Lin Mo Lang replied with a mighty manner to Reverend Jin.
"Oh, okay, okay, I also want to know if you are worthy to marry your daughter to my main disciple who has served as the young Chief of the Rooster Sect from the North by his nickname is Northern Water Dragon Swordsman Luo Huang Ding through the match we are now in Lin bamboo forest" said Reverend Jin who had put a lyre musical instrument on his lap after he sat down on the grass.
"Yes, Pastor Jin. Let us compete fairly so that we can know how great our respective martial arts skills are to determine the future of my daughter and your students, " said King Lin Mo Lang who had unsheathed the sword towards Reverend Jin on the grass.
Reverend Jin played a lyre musical instrument that chanted a song that made King Lin Mo Lang's sword tremble violently but King Lin Mo Lang deftly moved the sword in all directions to face each the song played by the lyre musical instrument belongs to Reverend Jin.
The cring!!
Syuttt!
Tranggg!
King Lin Mo Lang circled around with a sword moving around his body to protect himself from the attacks of the strings - the strings of a lute musical instrument were fluttering towards the surrounding of his body so he had to put out a sword The Northern Dragon who made the strings of the lyre musical instrument had nothing to hit him.
Wuttg!!
Trang!
Trang!
The strings are various forms that always change according to the wishes of the owner like there is a long, there is a short, there is a straight attack forward, there is a straight forward, there were slanting attacks towards the bottom top, right and left sides of King Lin Mo Lang's body.
Wuttt!
Trang!
Trang!
Trang!
King Lin Mo Lang swerved with his sword in his right hand continuously fending off any attacks from the strings of the lute musical instrument used by Reverend Jin to deal with his swordsmanship.
Zhang Xiao Long and Tan Tan Ling Ming were calmly watching the match they had witnessed from the top of the shade tree that was quite a distance away but could still see the course of the match between Priest Jin who had always been sitting on the grass while playing a lyre musical instrument against King Lin Mo Lang who was playing the sword so violently.
They saw that King Lin Mo Lang's left palm had struck out toward Reverend Jin yan also welcomed King Lin Mo Lang's sinkang attacks with his palm raised upwards his head with his attitude remained calm.
Plakkkkp!
Plakk!!
Platkkk!!
King Lin Mo Lang moved backwards when he could feel the pain on his chest at the moment he had pitted the science of punches with Reverend Jin yet he could see Priest Jin was also the sitting position of the man not as calm as before.
"Master Jin, you won't be able to win from me either. " said King Lin Mo Lang in a pleased tone.
"Who word, I can never win from you, King Lin Mo Lang. See clearly that your forehead has been scratched by the strings of my lute musical instrument without you noticing.. " Said Reverend Jin tone proud of his ability.
Even King Lin Mo Lang could not smile brightly anymore as he felt the blood flowing from his forehead had descended onto his shirt which at that moment had become red by his own blood.
"Oahhhh! " squeak King Lin Mo Lang with his right hand had rubbed his forehead and looked at his blood then looked towards Reverend Jin who was smiling triumphantly at the old man's lips.
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