The White Swordsman

Meeting again

The wind blows more and more piercingly into the pores of the body, and the sky that was originally a little bright is now getting darker. The sound of the seawater rustling gives a sense of tranquility. On the edge of the vast sea, in the dim night, two people are sitting under the moonlight. They are Zhang Xiang Zhe and Jin Long, both of whom are currently at the edge of the sea to anchor. They are sitting on small rocks in the cold air, under the moonlight, and beside a fire that provides warmth. As someone who chooses to live a wandering life, the cold has become his friend throughout the day, but not for Zhang Xiang Zhe, as he is currently sitting while hugging his knees.

The cold pierced his thin pores; even though Jin Long's thick and wide robe had covered his body, the cold was still piercing. Zhang Xiang had also brought his body close to the campfire, hoping to provide warmth, but it was still the same. Maybe it's because he's too out in the open. There were many trees around, and the sea water made the cold feel more natural.

Jin Long had been meditating to restore his inner strength on a large rock, silently, while closing his eyes. Zhnag Xiang, who saw that, did not want to disturb him at all; he preferred to take care of himself, who was shivering from the cold, without caring about his uncle. Little did they know that there were actually two young men watching them from a distance; a few seconds later, Jin Long's concentration had already begun to waver due to the irregular wind blowing. The noise coming from the other side made it difficult for him to find his concentration point.

However, a few seconds later, the sound of the Dizi Flute was heard, which sounded very melodious echoing in that vast place. The melody that came out of the cavity of the instrument sounded so heartfelt and soothing to the soul. The longer the sound did not go away, the louder it sounded.

Jin Long didn't open his eyes at all, and while there was a frown on his forehead, it slowly shrank, and his expression was calm. Jin Long's breathing seemed so calm, and he began to enjoy the atmosphere around him. Which indicated that he could refocus as before due to the sound of the Dizi Flute.

Since the first sound of the Dizi Flute, Zhang Xiang had looked up in confusion, looking for the source of the sound, but he did not see who the suspect was who was blowing the instrument. Immediately,  Zhnag Xiang felt amazed by the player. The excellent melody playing and breathing made the sound that came out of the instrument's sound cavity very good. Even though it was very wide, that person could master it well.

For forty minutes, the sound was heard, until a few seconds later Jin Long stopped his meditation. He straightened his body while releasing his breath slowly, and the next second, Jin Long's eyes opened slowly. As soon as he managed to open his eyes, he immediately circulated his gaze throughout the vast realm, until his gaze fell on two young men who were sitting playing the Dizi Flute on the boat with two servants fanning them.

Their gazes met each other until a few seconds later, the Dizi Flute game stopped. Then the two young men stepped off the ship, approaching Zhang Xiang and Jin Long. They turned out to be Fu Jiu, the leader of the vampire ghosts, seeing that Jin Long immediately frowned.

"What are you doing here? Oh, I see. You followed me, didn't you? After kicking us out of your forest, now you're following us? And don't tell me that this lake is also yours?" Jin Long spoke without pause.

Fu Jiu, who saw this, chuckled softly as he moved closer to Jin Ling, about to tap her on the shoulder, but Jin Long quickly avoided him.

"Tsk! Wrong assumption! Who would want to kick you out? I know you're homeless, so how could I kick you out?"

"Master! Who are these people? And why do you know them?" asked a handsome young man who was standing next to Fu Jiu; he was Xiao Hua.

"Shut up, you little kids don't need to know about adults!" Fu Jiu replied firmly.

Then his gaze refocused on the two of them, until Fu Jiu's gaze went to Zhang Xiang, who was standing with a pale face. This made Fu Jiu frown; he saw something odd about Zhang Xiang.

Just as Fu Jiu was about to touch one of Zhang Xiang's limbs, a hand rudely brushed away the burly hand. Fu Jiu jumped in surprise when he saw that it was Jin Long who swatted him away.

Their gazes met, looking very fierce as Jin Long's eyes looked at him. That made Fu Jiu frown again.

"Why?"

"Don't ever touch him!"

"Tsk! I just want to see how he's doing; what's wrong with that? I see he's not well; you as a master can't see how your student is doing?"

Suddenly, Jin Long turned his head to look at the pale Zhang Xiang.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a worried tone.

"It's obvious that he's not okay; look at the wounds on his body that are causing him pain just because he wants to look strong in front of you! Plus, the cold air is piercing his thin skin even more; has he never practiced internal strength?" asked Fu Jiu.

"Your wounds hurt again? Why did you keep quiet? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just didn't want to look weak," Zhang Xiang replied fearfully.

That made Jin Long chuckle softly. "Tsk! Stupid kid! He can't take care of himself properly," Jin Long scolded.

"Take off your clothes and let me see your wound!" He demanded.

Zhang Xiang was silent for a moment; he was a little hesitant to show his body in front of them directly like this. But a few seconds later, the pain in his wound returned, making him grimace from the pain caused by the sword stab. In the end, he opened the robe covering his body and confidently revealed his small and thin body.

Instantly, the young man beside Fu Jiu stifled his laughter at the sight of Zhang Xiang's body, which had no muscles at all. Unlike him, who has a muscular body full of muscles and is certainly strong, But not long after, the master glared at Xiang Hua, and the laughter stopped.

As soon as he put his hand on the cloth, the wound on Zhang Xiang's body was still wet, and fresh blood was still flowing through the white cloth. Jin Long slowly unwrapped the dressing to reveal the wound, and he was shocked to see the state of Zhang Xiang's wound.

Fu Jiu saw the wound from a distance and immediately frowned. He saw that there was something odd about the stab wound. The wound did not look very deep, and the blood that kept flowing was normal because the wound was not immediately treated. But what was odd was the dark circle surrounding the wound, as if there was something unnatural about it.

Fu Jiu brought his gaze closer to focus on the wound. It turned out to be true; it was not the sword stab wound that caused the pain but a poison that entered Zhang Xiang's body. Jin Long just stares at Fu Jiu as he checks on Zhang Xiang.

He seriously examines the wound, until a few seconds later Fu Jiu asks Jin Long to open an internal energy channel to give a little strength to Zhang Xiang, whose condition is getting weaker. Jin Long, who understands this, immediately does what Fu Jiu tells him to do.

Fu Jiu asked Zhang Xiang to straighten his body behind him, while Jin Long stood behind Zhang Xiang while placing his palms on Zhang Xiang's back and channeling his inner energy. But after only ten minutes, he suddenly felt his chest tighten, which made him a little overwhelmed. Fu Jiu immediately helped Jin Long channel his inner energy, and it lasted for twenty minutes. They both released the internal force, then put their hands away.

"Uhuk, uhuk,"

"Are you okay?" asked Fu Jiu in a worried tone.

Not getting any answer from Jin Long, Fu Jiu immediately turned Jin Long over and did the same thing he did to Zhang Xiang, channeling his energy into Jin Long. This time, Xiang Hua helped the master because he was afraid that the master's internal energy would run out because he had expended too much of it this night. With Xiang Hua's help, Jin Long managed to recover.

"It seems like your strength is a little weak."

"I'm fine; the most important thing now is Zhang Xiang's condition," he said as he glanced at Zhang Xiang, who looked pale and limp. This time, he had already put his clothes back on.

"Then you better come with me to find a place to stay so that I can help treat you."

Silence...

Jin Ling thought a bit about Fu Jiu's words until a few seconds later, Fu Jiu, who saw the hesitation in Jin Long's eyes, opened his voice again.

"Take it easy; I'm not going to mess with you; I just want to help someone who is in need of help. I'm sure you must be strong to travel in the middle of the forest like this, but not with this weak student of yours."

"Ekhem. He's not my student," Jin Long replied coldly.

"Yes! I don't know who it is; the important thing is that this boy must be medicated immediately so that the poison in his body does not spread."

Jin Long nodded. Like it or not, Zhang Xiang is now his responsibility. Although he still did not want to be called teacher uncle, Zhang Xiang's safety was very important right now. He immediately pulled Zhang Xiang's arm to stand up. Xiang Hua swiftly grabbed Zhang Xiang's arm and held him up.

Xiang Hua smiled all the way. Recalling Zhang Xiang's petite body, which is still vivid in her memory, nowadays there is still a man with a petite body in her mind. Until a few seconds later, she brought her lips close to Zhang Xiang's ear as she sniffed something.

"Your body is so petite, not muscular at all; you must be a young man who is too lazy to exercise, huh?"

Zhang Xiang was still silent, ignoring Xiang Hua's words.

"Tsk! You must be embarrassed to have such a small body. I wonder if you can do martial arts with that muscle-less body."

"XIANG HUA!!!"

"Move!" The master spoke in a cold, stern tone. Hearing this, Xiang Hua instantly fell silent, while Zhang Xiang smiled silently as he mocked Xiang Hua.

'Feel it! Get angry, you hot-mouthed youth!' Zhang Xiang thought while smiling with a smirk.

Continued...