(Part 4)
Pat-jiu Kiam-ong raised both of his hands and wiggled them to the right and left, “Don’t … don’t call your mom. It’s okay, I’m just going to pass down a well and high swordsman stance to you. Don’t tell anybody that I teach you martial art too. Well, you see the tree, aren’t its branches and leaves flat? Look at my sword and then say if you don’t want to have such as kind of skill!” the old man then let go of his belt that turned out to be a very thin sword then shouted loudly and suddenly his body had floated upward toward the tree. Lian Hong did not see how the man was moving, only seeing the rays of the sword rolling around the tree and suddenly its branches and leaves falling under the trees.
When the rays of the sword disappeared, the man had descended and stood before her with a smile. When she looked up at the tree, it was now that its branches and leaves had been cleared so that the tree turned into a beautiful umbrella. Nearly Lian Hong cheered to see this greatness.
“So what now, do you want to learn this swordman stance?”
“Great, great ……!” the little girl praised, “How can I learn such a stance? Like magic!”
Pat-jiu Kiam-ong laughed, “Not a trick nor magic, nice girl. You also can do the deeds if you already have a high and fast, precise sword movements. Well, do you like to become my disciple?”
With a very happy expression, Lian Hong suddenly dropped to her knees in front of the man and Ong Han Cu then held the girls’s shoulders lifted her up. He wanted to hug this kid so much, but as he did not want to surprise the kid and did not want to reveal his secret, he just held the girl’s shoulders and looked at her face with intimacy. The so great compassion made his eyes suddenly tear out unavoidably.
“Eh ….. , why are you draining tears?” asked Lian Hong and for some reason, in her heart, this little girl felt so sorry for the man who was now her master.
Hearing this question, Ong Han Cu realized from his reverie and immediately let go of his hands and forced his lips to smile, “Ah, it’s okay, kid, … it’s okay. From now on, you start to pay attention to my guidance and learn carefully,” he then began to teach his to his daughter, accompanied with examples of punch stances. Until a few while they were hard-working, one gave hints, and the other imitated the movements and remembered all the instructions given.
After dusk turned into night, Ong Han Cu then approached the she Liong martial-art teacher who still stood there like a statue, clapping his shoulder once so this martial-art teacher complained and fell sitting on the ground.
“Friend, you know now that you are dealing with Pat-jiu Kiam-ong, then don’t you play games!” Ong Han Cu said, “From now on, that kid becomes my disciple and every afternoon I will come here to train her. You must come here too as usual and don’t tell anybody about my arrivals. Understand!!?”
“All right, !” said the martial-art teacher with fear. For a long time he had heard the great name of the Eight-Handed King of Sword and just now he witnessed the greatness of this warrior by himself, even though he was in a state of mockery, he was still able to witness the warrior’s swordsman stances while demonstrating to cut down the tree.
So thus almost two years Pat-jiu Kiam-ong trained martial-art and swordsman stances to his own daughter unnoticed by anyone except the she-Liong martial-art teacher who was afraid to divulge this secret. Even Lian Hong herself had never dreamt that the man who became her suhu was her own father.
At dusk of that day, unlike as usual, Liong- did not come to the flower garden. “Where is Liong-kauwsu?” Ong Han Cu asked to Lian Hong when he jumped into the garden.
“I don’t know, suhu. Liong-suhu has not been here, maybe there’s a snag.”
Pat-jiu Kiam-ong Ong Han Cu frowned and felt uncomfortable.
“Lian Hong, I love to teach you martial art because you are a clever and smart girl. I feel as if you are my own daughter, and because of it I want to pass down all my skills to you. However, this can only be accomplished if you come with me to Liong-cu-san and train with your Siang Lan.”
Ong Han Cu told often Lian Hong about his disciple, and for the past two years, he had always been pacing from Liong-cu-san to the kingdom’s capital. For a while trained Saing Lan, briefly trained Lian Hong.
“Do have to ….. leave mom, suhu?”
Ong Han Cu sighed, “If it must be, then we can do nothing else helped. Learning martial-art in such a way of hiding, the progress will be slow. Here I bring you Liong-cu Kiam-hwat’s swordsman stance book to learn by yourself as well, because I can’t possibly have to come every afternoon in this place. After a month or two, then I will come to see your progress.”
“It’s better to arrange it such the way, suhu. For real, leaving mom here alone, teecu feel unbearable.”
“Alone ?? Isn’t … isn’t … there your father?”
Lian Hong took a deep breath. She did not like to talk about his father because somehow she did not like his father who had a lot of young women and who did not care about his mother. But, of course, this could not be opened to others.
At that moment, suddenly a woman’s yell came from the back door, “Lian Hong! Who are you talking to?” and from behind the door came Ciok Bwe Kim, Lian Hong’s mother. Ong Han Cu was about to run away, but it was too late and could do nothing else except standing looking at his ex-wife with a pounding heart. Bwe Kim when she had known her ex-husband, suddenly became pale and looked with wide-eyed.
“You … you …?” she stammered, “After leaving us … you … you are now coming to smear our faces with impurity …? Go! Go! You are the man who only remember of your own-self pleasure. So go!”
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