
"Kids?" A pair of wide eyes were opened.
"I'm not a child!" yell Han Beng.
"Of course, stupid boy! Not you who have children, but your wife." exclaimed Hok Cu who had been dragged and washed away in the atmosphere first so that, as before, he dared to curse Han Beng stupid child.
Han Beng smiled, excited to hear this affectionate curse.
"Whose wife? I haven't been married."
The beautiful face was radiant with bright and this was seen by Han Beng.
"Well, I'm excited to hear you're not married, Han Beng!" hok Cu said and his neat white lined teeth were puffed up behind a pair of smashed lips.
"Why, Hok Cu? Why is my heart so excited to hear that you're not married and you're happy to hear that I'm not married?"
Hearing this question, Hok Cu's face turned red.
"Ihhh, don't expect anything, you! I'm excited to hear you're not married because if you had, your wife would be jealous to see us talking!" hok Cu.
"It's strange, I think so too" Han Beng said.
"Ah, you're just emulating!" hok Cu.
Like when they were children, Han Beng who always relented and smiled ended the quarrels that arose.
"Hok Cu, let's sit nice and we tell each other our stories since we split up in the Yellow River." Han Beng invited.
"Can, come!" suhut Hok Cu and they are looking for a comfortable place for them to talk.
It didn't take long for them to find the place and the two sat face to face, on a flat rock in the place. For a moment they looked at each other, attentive, full of excitement and finally Hok Cu let out a long sigh. Reminiscing about the past, he remembered his mother's father and he felt sad.
"You tell me first" said Hok Cu.
"Later on, Hok Cu. Before that I need to feel absolutely certain that your wounds in the body are harmless. If necessary, let me help you heal the wound completely" Han Beng said.
"No need, not hurt by the enemy's blow but because of my own fault, and I'll tell you about it." Hok Cu retorted while shaking his head.
"Wouldn't it be better if we just go home and talk there? I'd love to meet your mom's dad...?" said Han Beng who stopped speaking when he saw the girl in front of him looking at him with a pale face and gloomy eyes.
"Why Hok Cu?" ask the worried Han Beng.
"My mother's father is dead!" answer Hok Cu.
"Ahhhh! Your mother's father was also killed, Han Beng?" ask the curious Hok Cu.
The young man nodded and both were pensive. If they had met each other, the two became very happy, now they felt that there was a closer bond between them because they both turned out to have the same fate.
"Let me tell you all about my experience, Hok Cu. When there was a great event in the river, when the figures of the martial world who had been fighting over the son of a dragon, then turned to fight over us because we had drunk the blood of the son of a dragon or snake, it was, we're splitting up. I would have been killed or at least taken prisoner by the bad guys if it had not been helped by my first teacher. That teacher would not have been able to protect me if not helped by my second teacher. And it was in that struggle in the river that my father and mother were killed, no matter who, Hok Cu. I then followed my first teacher for five years, then my second teacher for five years, then I still studied again to a tosu. I just came down from Mount Thai-san and the teacher advised me to free the people who are oppressed by the forced labor of making canals, as well as to resist evil." Han Beng story.
"Oh, your teacher is three. It's worth it that you've become like this!" hok Cu is amazed.
"Don't praise me too much, Hok Cu Now tell me about your experience. I really want to listen to it." said Han Beng.
"My experience is ordinary, not as good as yours. Of course you have become a great warrior, so that everyone knows you" said Hok Cu.
"You're too humbling yourself Hok Cu. Never mind, do not tempt me who already wants to hear your history. Tell me!" yell Han Beng.
"Like you, when there was a commotion in the Yellow River, I was saved by a powerful woman who later became my teacher. For seven years I was taught by my teacher. Then, I met my second teacher and from this second teacher, an even more powerful old Hwesio, I trained for five years. Well, I went down the mountain and like you too, the teacher advised me to resist evil and protect the oppressed people. Of course I am against officials who force people to work to make canals as unpaid forced labor. Doesn't our family suffer from such calamities because of the forced labor? And in the commotion, Father and Mother were also killed by bad people." Hok Cu story.
Han Beng was not satisfied to hear that short story. He did not feel that he himself had told his experience briefly anyway, just the outline. He is not basically good at talking.
"Then how can you suffer a wound inside your body if you don't get hit by an opponent like you said?" ask the curious Han Beng.
Hok Cu remembered his teacher and he took a deep breath.His teacher he was his helper, will te but it also turned out to be the one who harmed him. Indeed, he was loved and taught the sciences belonging to his teacher.
But since he was a child, his teacher had already put a red mark on his arm. The red mark that made her all her life would not dare to be the wife of anyone.
But it turned out that the sciences from his teacher were also dangerous for his life. Just as Monk Hek Bin said, his second teacher that using the llrnu-science of his teacher is very dangerous. If he competes with people who have greater strength, then the poisonous air used in his punch as taught by his teacher will be able to reverse and injure himself.
"Ah, it was my own fault. Know that my teacher was a black-spirited grandfather who taught me the sciences that contained poisonous air. After I studied with the old monk, the teacher told me that it was very dangerous for me to use the knowledge of the teacher in a fight against a formidable opponent. I did not obey his advice and I used the false sciences so that I was wounded, so it was my own fault." - Hok Cu.
"Who was your first teacher, Hok Cu?" ask the curious Han Beng.
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