The Legend of the Kilin (cont)

[Suet Seung]

Kara: Whoa! I think it's long enough <IMG SRC="smilies/clap.gif" border="0"> I wonder what Li Yu Mei will do when she finds her plan is begining to backfire. Hahahaha! COOL! <IMG SRC="smilies/grouphug.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/twirl.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/yikes.gif" border="0">

[Kara]

Hi!
I don't have time to post right now, i was just wondering, where on earth is Ah Yee, Ah Lan's maid? I can't remember the last time she came up in a post.

[Suet Seung]

I think she was mentioned somewhere earlier by Ah Lan that her shifu and Ah Yee had gone back to the Cheung Manor to look for that certain kung fu manual. If my memory serves me correct....heheh...Someone should mention that Ah Yee now...remember Ah Yee and Lau Hong are potential couples...heehee.. <IMG SRC="smilies/twirl.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/twirl.gif" border="0">

[Kara]

Yuen Jin stared despondently around the white furnishing of his allocated room. It had been over a month already and each day he was forced to wear white clothes, sit in a white room and eat white rice out of a white bowl with a white pair of chopsticks. Everywhere he went, the colour surrounded him, engulfed him and left no space for any other colour. One would think that if white was such a nice colour; it would not be the colour of mourning and death. The only object that saved him from forgetting that there were colours in life was the small jade whistle that the Whistling Wanderer-no- his Shi Fu had given him. When depressed, he would take it out and look at it, rolling it around in his palm and caressing the delicate carvings engraved upon it. The whistle was small, about the length of his palm, but it’s bright translucent green colour brought comfort in these dreary surroundings. Often, Yuen Jin would just look at it and remember his Shi Fu’s words. “…remember the dragon comes from the east, west, north and south…this is the key to the secret of kilin”. For hours he would puzzle over their meaning. What was a kilin? What sort of secret was he talking about? What did he mean by the dragons coming from all four directions? Like always, Yuen Jin would shake his head and put the thought away as he tucked the flute back inside his white shirt. Then, automatically his mind would wander over to Xiao Long Er, wandering what she was doing and if she was in any kind of trouble. He would torture himself over such thoughts before turning back and practising his kung fu, bored by the constant presence of the plain colour that was white. The only reason white was pretty was that it seemed pure when compared to other brighter colours. With only a single colour, it’s beauty and purity was lost and became a depressing presence.

[Suet Seung]

Kara: Cool...but why so short? hehehe <IMG SRC="smilies/clap.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/handball.gif" border="0">

[Kara]

The room was entirely white, so white that it felt as if the colour had taken on some sort of personality that was now watching her. She glanced down at the white clothes and silver jewellery that she wore and wondered how on earth such a turn of events could have happened in such a short time. Xiao Long Er had had a rough month. Although many seconds of thoughts had passed by her, questions stilled swirled inside her head, waiting to be answered. Her fingers touched the medicine bag that had been her supposed mother. Unlike the cold and monotone atmosphere of the place, Xiao Long Er felt warmth emanating from it despite the fact that it too was white in colour. The familiar smell of herbs trickled out of the seams of the bag and waffled from the aged fabric. The bag brought her unexplainable comfort as she was forced to sit in the room, thinking about the White Snake Clan Leader’s- no- her supposed aunt’s word. Was she really a member of the White Snake Clan? If so, what had happened to her mother and father?

For the past month, there had been no sign of her supposed aunt. Everyday, the young maiden known as Ling Xin would come in and give her food, sometimes taking her for a stroll in the garden (the only place that was a colour other than white). Xiao Long Er was not particularly astute when it came to people’s feelings towards her, but even she in her naïve sort of way could sense hostility in the maiden’s actions and words as she performed the daily tasks. Sometimes, Xiao Long Er would catch Ling Xin looking at the crystal that hung on her forehead with a look that seemed very familiar to yearning and hunger. Although the look was brief, it seemed to be filled with desire for the crystal. The yearning hung around even after she left and it made Xiao Long Er uncomfortable. A knock sounded. Jerking out of her thoughts, Xiao Long Er walked forward and opened the door. Ling Xin walked in with a tray of food and laid it down on the table. She glanced at Xiao Long Er, something queer in her eyes and the way she glanced at the crystal, before walking out of the door once again making no sound.

Xiao Long Er sat down with her food, picking up the pair of chopsticks and using them to toy with her food. She wondered how Cheng Dai Ge was doing. Did he get enough food to eat? Was he being maltreated? She had asked Ling Xin the question on her second day in captivity and the girl had replied that he was being looked after, though a visit was out of the question. Sighing, Xiao Long Er jabbed the pair of chopsticks at a round meatball which flew off the plate, rolling towards the corner of the room. Giving a cry of exasperation, Xiao Long Er got up and walked over to the corner of the room, where the bed was laid. The meatball had rolled under the bed and had stayed in the inner most corner of the room. Sighing, she bent down and crawled under the bed to retrieve the meat so as to not let her room become a breeding ground for rodents of any kind. Her chopsticks scrapped against the marble floor of the room and she noticed that there was a little dent in the corner of the marble. Curious, she edged further under the bed and her sharp eyes noted a small triangle of marble was missing from the corner of the room, leaving a small black hole. Setting the chopsticks and the meatball aside, Xiao Long Er pried at the triangular shaped hole with her fingers. To her amazement, she felt the edge begin to lift under her. Moving back a little, she lifted the entire slab and found to her astonishment a tiny compartment in which laid a rolled up scroll and a faded book. Reaching for them, she carefully placed the marble slab back into place and crawled out from under the bed. She then placed the items on the table before placing the tray of food outside of the door and locking it.

Finally, she sat down to unroll the ancient painting. Her eyes widened as a beautiful picture of a waterfall unfolded before her eyes, so life-like and beautiful that she gasped in delight. Dancing on the edge of the waterfall was a kilin. Xiao Long Er’s eyes took in the fact with interest. A same kilin was also present in a scroll in her godfather’s study, however this it was standing near the top of some beautiful mountains. Though fascinated with the painting, her curiosity demanded that she take a look at the book, which was lying on the table beside her. Placing the painting down, she gingerly held up the book and read it’s title. A torrent of strange emotions knocked her over as she beheld the title. “Bai Xue Xing, the three happiest years of my life”. Gingerly turning over the cover of the book, the same picture of the kilin could be seen, standing proudly in the centre of the yellowing page. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Long Er began to read.
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Anyone like to tell the story of Xiao Long Er's parents and how to relate it with the legeng of kilin. Obviously, my little heroine has unearthed another hidden painting. Could there possibly be more? Wink wink <IMG SRC="smilies/wink.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/wink.gif" border="0"> remembering what the whistling wanderer said... <IMG SRC="smilies/idea.gif" border="0">

[Goofy]

a good twist, kara. You are a great writer. <IMG SRC="smilies/biggrin.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/catroar.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/grouphug.gif" border="0">

[Suet Seung]

Kara: Amazing twist indeed! You infact will make a great writer in the future, if you're writing is this great now. I can't possibly imagine how greater it will become in the matter of years of continuous writing and practice.

Hmm...I think I will take a poke at the story of Xiao Long Er's parents and try very hard to link it to the Kilin. hehehe..it seems I've taken on a hard task, thanks Kara... <IMG SRC="smilies/shifty.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/sigh.gif" border="0"> Hope I can write up a good part as you've been doing...well...heheh..don't torture me if it doesn't come out as good oki? heheh <IMG SRC="smilies/tearlaugh.gif" border="0">

[Suet Seung]

No one knows how many kilin paintings there are? If know one answers me now, I will probably goof it up and say there are more than two or three paintings existing...oki...so please tell me so I don't write something that should've been this amount...or whatever...plz! <IMG SRC="smilies/help.gif" border="0">

[Goofy]

I am not sure, but isn't there one in the cheung house?

You can have more than one, I think, as long as there is only one genuine painting. <IMG SRC="smilies/dizzy.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/noidea.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/catroar.gif" border="0">

[Suet Seung]

What if there are like four genuine paintings?

[Suet Seung]

Status on the next part:

I think I'm half way through the story of Xiao Long Er's parents and my attempt of linking it to the kilin too. Btw, is it okay if i reveal anything or more about the Kilin...or is people suppose to find out much later? I dunno...okay...I'll probably post it soon... <IMG SRC="smilies/wink.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/biggrin.gif" border="0">

[Kara]

I'm at home from school today because i came down with the flu or something like that. However, i can't resist adding another chapter. WhiteKrane, don't worry i'm moving far away from the White Snake Clan and from Xiao Long Er's parents and the legend of kilin. I think i'll write about Long An and Former Leader Yip or perhaps Ah Yee or maybe Tian Bo...hmmmnnn....we'll see.
Writing in progress <IMG SRC="smilies/typin.gif" border="0">

[Kara]

I decided to write about Lau Hong, he's still far away from the action.
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It was morning, the dancing rays of warm sunlight washed into the large cave, bathing Lau Hong in ethereal light. He stretched himself and yawned before getting up and walking out of the cave. He had stayed here for quite some time. However, his poison attacks still have not subsided. It appeared that the more he practised, the more severe his attacks became, though they came between long time intervals. Lau Hong could not understand the reason behind the increase in the severity of the attacks for he had been practising the manuscript diligently and each time he had been rewarded with the refreshing gush of inner energy throughout his body. Logically, he would have purged the poison out of his system by now. It had been a while since he had crawled into the cave and vowed to rid his body of the toxic substance. His attacks now came at a steady daily rate, usually after he had practised the manuscript for the second time in the day. After discovering this pattern, Lau Hong decided to make the most of the day before his attack came and would hunt around the area for food. Soon he had a good geographical map of the area stored inside his head and knew the area like the words of the manuscript.

This morning, he decided to gather food as usual and then wash himself in a stream nearby. Walking along briskly, Lau Hong made his way to the natural bamboo plantation that was at the centre of the forest; for he knew that often animals came there to feed on the grass near the bamboo and some on the bamboo itself. As he approached the centre of the forest, his refined ears caught the sound of fighting. Upon instinct, he stealthily made his way between the trees until he came upon the bamboo clearing. In the clearing a maiden was fighting a two men whom were attacking her with twin swordplay. They were dressed entirely in white and had white masks. The maiden on the other hand was dressed in a pale yellow dress, which shimmered as she performed a deadly dance with her flexible sword. Moving closer, Lau Hong’s eyes widened with surprise as he saw the ugly chicken pox maid from the Cheung Manor. It appeared that there was more to her than met the eye! Although her sword skills were excellent, it appeared that she had been injured previously and was fast losing strength against the two men in white. Something clicked inside of Lau Hong’s head as he viewed the men in white, and in a flash remembered the people whom had attacked the Cheung Manor. Instantaneously, he had decided whom to help and moved silently towards the other side of the bamboo clearing.

On this side, Lau Hong quickly grabs a tangle of vines and using his internal energy lashed them out at the bamboo trees, making them curl around the thin trunks. He then leapt forward. The three whom were fighting turned at the growl of dirt as the roots of the bamboo trees gave way. Surprise and fear crossed their faces as the giant shadow of the moving trees were cast upon them. Lau Hong somersaulted forward in front of the trees, pulling them along. Reaching forward, he grabbed Ah Yee’s hand and leapt easily over the two members of the White Snake Clan. He tugged at the vines sharply and the bamboo trees fell upon the two men, crushing them. They squirmed as the trees trapped them, not allowing them to move. Ah Yee watched them, fascinated with their demise before realising that Lau Hong was still holding her hand. Tugging it away sharply she slapped him, the sound echoing across the forest. Lau Hong could not believe what she had done and turned to face her angrily, her chicken pox face becoming uglier with the defiant expression that she wore.

“What was that for?” He asked, angry that he had been repaid for his kindness by a stinging slap. Ah Yee looked at his angry face and then at the red mark upon it, a perfect replica of her hand.

“No gentleman touches a lady’s hand.” She replied, before turning away. Actually, she had already began to feel somewhat guilty as his angry and surprised face reminded her that he had indeed tried to save her. But the embarrassment of being a damsel in distress was more than Ah Yee could bear and she had to vent her anger on something. She had been brought up to be independent of men and had always prided herself on her ability to look after herself. To have Lau Hong rescue her with such ease made her feel weak and dependant. Lau Hong on the other hand, did not know of Ah Yee’s embarrassment and only thought of her as stubborn and ill tempered, thus he cuttingly replied.

“I apologise, but although I see the gentleman that you are referring to, the lady seems to have disappeared.” Ah Yee glared as he made the witty remark and she instantly rebutted.

“Your head is already unnaturally big, do not make it even bigger by praising yourself.” Lau Hong was not daunted.

“I don’t think that it is as bad as having a chicken pox face without having it made uglier by that expression on your face.” He taunted. Before Ah Yee could make a reply, a noise caught their attention. The two youths turned around and caught sight of the two men in white throwing the last bamboo tree from their chest. They rose, glowering at the two before grabbing their swords. Ah Yee and Lau Hong turned to face one another, each blaming the other for their mistake.

“It’s your fault big head boy!” She screamed. “Why weren’t you watching them?”

“I suppose it has nothing to do with you chicken pox face, does it? It’s not my job to watch over your enemies!” He replied.

The two men attacked again, this time more fierce then before, probably with the anger of being trapped under bamboo trees. Lau Hong this time was forced to attack and defend himself, wishing that he had a weapon to help him. Ah Yee was fighting with her most lethal sword stances, but she knew that her internal and external injuries would not allow her to do so for long. Seeing Lau Hong without a weapon, she decided to throw her sword over to him, hoping that his sword stances would save his life. Lau Hong caught the sword with astonishment. It had never occurred to him that she could actually be nice! The two men, were also surprised at the move and for a moment paused. A moment was all Ah Yee needed as she reached inside her shirt and threw the last of her projectiles at the men with all of her remaining strength. Unfortunately, the men deflected the needles with their sword and it seemed as if Ah Yee’s last move was useless. The two men grinned as they moved forward to deliver the last blow. In the middle of doing so, they froze. Turning around, the saw Lau Hong holding Ah Yee’s sword proudly. Ah Yee smiled as she saw the needles stuck upon their backs as they collapsed just a metre in front of her. It appeared that big head boy had been smart enough to deflect the needles with her sword. Her energy spent, Ah Yee sank upon the ground half relieved and half tired, unable to move.

Lau Hong grinning with triumph suddenly looked worried and immediately ran forward to see how she was. Although she was still conscious, she seemed to have no more energy left and it seemed that her injuries would need to be tended. He reached forward to lift her up but then stepped back as her piercing round eyes threatened to slice him up. Remembering the slap, he hesitated. Ah Yee glared at him non-stop as if daring him to even lay a finger upon her. She knew that she needed his help, but she was too stubborn to accept it. She was an independent person, she could look after herself. Lau Hong was considering the consequences and sighing he leaned forward and placed his face near her hand.

“All right chicken pox face, you can slap me if you want. I’m going to have to help you. Despite the fact that you are ugly, ill tempered and overall a not very nice person; my conscience will continue to prey upon my mind if I do not save you. I guess I am willing to endure the pain if I can stop my conscience from nagging me.” He said with resignation. He closed his eyes, waiting for her slap as she stared at him in amazement. Suddenly she laughed. Lau Hong opened his eyes in astonishment as the sweet sound of her laughter startled him. Ah Yee continued to laugh, unable to stop herself. His speech combined with his facial expression of inner turmoil had been so comical that she could not help but break into peels of laughter. Seeing her laughing, Lau Hong could not help but also join in, laughing with relief. Leaning forward, he gently picked her up and carried her into the cave where he laid her lightly upon his straw bed. Ah Yee was still laughing as she remembered his comical face. Lau Hong went out of the cave, gathering water and food. He came back into the cave and saw that Ah Yee was now asleep. Smiling, he covered her up with the grass and then moving nearer to the mouth of the cave, he began to practise the manuscript for the first time for that day. He did not see Ah Yee open her eyes and look at him with an amused smile, before closing them again and this time falling asleep for real.

Ah Yee awoke with the sound of screams of pain. Refreshed from her sleep, she leapt up and her sharp eyes swept around the room. They stopped at Lau Hong whom was rolling around on the ground in pain. It seemed as if the pain pierce every organ of his being, every fibre was being stabbed and the pain seemed everywhere. This was the severest attack yet. Rolling around, he screamed with agony as beads of perspiration rolled down his forehead. Ah Yee looked at him worriedly and then rushed over to him. Blinded by the pain, he pushed her away and began to roll around the cave floor, hitting his head against the cave walls, doing anything that came into his mind that would make the pain go away. Feeling helpless, Ah Yee could only watch him scream as the pain attacked him and wracked his entire body. Suddenly, she leapt forward and swiftly pressed his sleep acupuncture point. Lau Hong stiffened, vomiting out a pool or black blood, before closing his eyes and falling into a dreamless sleep. Ah Yee sighed and reached forward and tugged him towards the grass bed, covering him up with more grass. Then she reached forward and wiped away his perspiration. She checked his pulse and realised that he had been poisoned, with something that she could not define. It seemed to be a poisonous kung fu that had injured him.

Sighing, she decided to get some water first before doing anything else. Looking at the bowl of water, she realised that she would need more and picking up the bowl, she decided to go get more. On the way, she almost tripped upon the manuscript that lay upon the cave floor. Curious, she bent down and picked it up. Looking at the manuscript and remembering what Lau Hong as doing before she fell asleep, Ah Yee realised why he had had those sudden poison attacks. However, to test her theory she would have to wait at least another hour later. She went out to get the water and also some food so that when Lau Hong awoke later, he would have something to give him strength. Two hours passed before Lau Hong awoke and the first thing he noticed was the smell of food. Rubbing his blurry eyes, he realised that Ah Yee was cooking something in the fire. Sensing that she had awakened, Ah Yee turned around to greet him. Lau Hong stared at her for a minute and rubbed his eyes again. He shook his head but the image stayed the same. Ah Yee looked at him in confusion.

“What is it?” She asked. Lau Hong continued to stare at her, until a blush rose upon her porcelain cheeks.

“You don’t have any more scars. I recognise you now. No wonder you looked familiar! You are the maid of that maiden whom caused the fights at the inn!” He exclaimed. Ah Yee touched her face at his exclamation and realised that the effects of the pill that her Shi Fu had given her had finally worn off. She snapped at Lau Hong.

“Well, it’s nothing to stare at. You can either go back to sleep or come here and eat.” She said harshly. Lau Hong grinned.

“You definitely are the chicken pox face girl. Only you couls speak with such harshness.” He replied cheerfully, the thought of good food making him happy. He sat down opposite her and received the food with relish. Ah Yee could not help but smile the hungry look on his face as he devoured the food. Suddenly, remembering what she had figured out earlier she reached over to check his pulse. Lau Hong looked at her in confusion, his face covered with oil and his hand still holding the piece of meat and unable to eat it because she was pinning it down. Ah Yee grinned.

“I knew it!” She exclaimed triumphantly.

“Knew what?” Asked Lau Hong through a mouthful of food, he had placed the meat in his mouth as soon as she had let go. Ah Yee grinned.

“Well, from what I know you have been poisoned for quite some time right?” She asked. He nodded, looking at her attentively. “Also, you have been practising from this manuscript right?” She asked, holding it up and throwing it at him. Grabbing it, he also nodded in agreement.

“And if I am not wrong, I think that after you have been practising the manuscript, you attacks have decreased in severity and then increased up until just a few hours ago, is that so?” She asked. Again, Lau Hong nodded in agreement. She clapped her hands with triumph. “Well, it appears that from now on, your attacks will become much less severe. You have purged most of the poison from your body with the last attack, which is the climax of all your poison attacks. This means that you will recover rapidly afterwards with less severe attacks until they disappear completely.” She finished. Lau Hong looked at her in amazement and then to her complete surprise, suddenly leapt up and grabbed her hands, dancing with joy and disbelief.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be better!” He sang, as he danced, still holding onto Ah Yee. Swept up into a dance of such bliss, Ah Yee temporarily forgot to be mean to Lau Hong and she too began to laugh at his antics. Suddenly, as if the same thought had struck both parties, the two quickly let go of one another. Lau Hong backed away, muttering something about needing a drink and a wash. Ah Yee turned around, her back facing him to hide the red blush that had crept across her cheeks. Lau Hong turned and fled. Sighing with relief, Ah Yee sat down again, her back against the wall of the cave. Before she knew it, the effects of the day had taken their toll and she had fallen asleep. Caring for Lau Hong had taken much more energy than she had recovered during her short nap. Tired, she slipped into a world of dancing dreams that twirled around her, enticing her with pretty dreamlike worlds.

Lau Hong came back to see her sleeping and hesitated before picking her up and placing her upon the grass bed. Making sure she was well covered, he leaned against the wall and looked out of the mouth of the cave and the full moon that had climbed upon the highest peak of the inky sky. As if unable to stop himself, his face turned towards the stubborn figure that lay inside the cave, her pretty face bathed in firelight and moonlight. Her mouth curled stubbornly, even when she was asleep, bringing a smile to his face as he remembered her treatment of him. Grinning, he recalled her laughter and her kindness as she took care of him. The images were immediately contradicted by the images of her slapping him and insulting him. Shaking his head, he smiled as he looked at her once again. A person whom could be so irrational, stubborn and harsh and yet sweet and caring like that could only come once in a million years. He would enjoy her company that was for sure. Who wouldn’t enjoy the company of a person whom could match him with quick wits in every single argument? A soft smile on his face as he too fell asleep. High above his head, the moon seemed to smile and continued to cast the soothing light on the two sleeping youths, as if blessing them. The stars twinkled and danced in agreement and they too shone brightly as if to bless the two. Overhead, the grinding wheels of fate continued to turn and destiny looked on with a wicked smile. She was definitely going to make sure that their trip to happiness would not be an easy one.

[Goofy]

overall, a cute scene. <IMG SRC="smilies/inlove.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/love.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/biggrin.gif" border="0">
but, he shouldn't make fun of her ugly face in the beginning though. <IMG SRC="smilies/nono.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/eh.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/shame.gif" border="0">

[Kara]

He treats her the same nevertheless. He will always call her that now. Anyway, who says that she will be pretty for long? Remember how destiny grinned wickedly...there's gonna be a lot of obstacles to overcome before those two get together.

[Suet Seung]

Back in the white room, Xiao Long Er read silently to herself, to which seem to be a diary of her suppose mother.

At the age of eighteen, I met the one person who made life worth living. If it weren’t for the continuous events that changed Wu Lin, I’d have never met him. A few years ago word spread high and low throughout Wu Lin about a painting of a mythical creature called, Kilin. Legends were told that there were four paintings of the kilin, however, each painting depict four different landscapes. The first painting illustrated the White Crane mountains which by mere chance fell into the hands of Leung Mo Wun of the Dragon Mountain clan and later given to his older brother, Leung Mo Lin as a birthday present.

No one knew that the paintings would later create bloodshed throughout jiang wu. Until rumors of what the kilin can do for the possessor surfaced. Rumors of all sorts arose from the mouths of the people but no one knew where the rumors originated from. It was said that the kilin could give power to rule men beneath the heavens and immorality to live like a god on earth .Yet it’s ability does not end there, it can also cure all fatal and deadly poisons.

The Winter I turned eighteen, my older sister Bai Yue Xing and I was sent out in search of the second kilin painting. Many had tried to steal the first painting from Leung Mo Lin but failed miserably. For no one has yet to beat the Leung family kick which ranked third in wu lin tian xia. We arrived at the foot of White Crane mountain in hope to find the second painting somewhere in the mountains. We rested in a small hut for the night when we heard a group of footsteps proceeding towards the little hut. I took a peek out the window and saw five men outside laughing while bringing their own jug of wine.

“Brothers and new friends! Look there is an old hunter‘s cottage will do great. We can stay here for the night,” said a man with strong dominate features.

“Mo Wun, do you really think we’ll find the second painting up there?” asked a young man.

“Well, I sure hope so if my theory of one painting leads to clues to the next painting. Then if we do find the second painting it should show us a painting of a place in which we will find the third painting,” explained Leung Mo Wun.

“We’ll find out tomorrow morning. Come Mo Wun and Wan Shan! what are you two waiting for? The Cheung brothers have already entered the cottage. Let’s go,” said the slightly older man as turned and walk towards the cottage.

“Alright, Dai ge we’re coming!” replied the two younger brothers.

At the sound of the five men entering the small cottage, My sister and I straighten and kept our guard on, not knowing what those five men would do to us women after they’ve become drunk.

“Brother Cheung looks like there’s only two rooms,” said Leung Mo Lin.

“Brother Leung, my younger brother and I can share this room,” he pointed to the right.

“Good then my two brothers and I will stay in the other room,” said Leung Mo Lin.

Suddenly I heard a ruffle at the curtain door as a young man poked his head into our room.

“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t know anyone was staying in this room already. I’m Leung Wan Shan,” he said.

“Shan, who are you talking to?” said a slightly older man as he peeked into the room.

“I’m talking to these two gu niang.”

“I’m Leung Mo Wun and May I ask for your honorable names?” asked the older man as he raised and cupped his hands in respect.

My sister and I rose from where we were sitting and my sister replied.

“My name is Bai Yue Xing and this is my mei mei, Xue Xing,” she introduced.

Just after my sister introduced us, the oldest brother of the three stepped in.

“Bai gu niang, this is my oldest brother, Leung Mo Lin and also leader our Dragon Mountain clan. Again, I apologize for the disturbance,” said Leung Wan Shan.

“Dai ge, I think we should rest in the living room, don’t you agree?” said Leung Mo Wun.

He grunted and left the room. The two other Leung brothers nodded respectfully at us and left.

Later that night, I was awakened by the noise of swords clashing upon each other. When I opened my eyes, I found myself looking straight into Leung Wan Shan’s eyes. I quickly looked down and saw my clothes half undone. Without further thinking, I slapped him so hard in the face, it echoed in the room.

I couldn’t believe how such a polite man can turned into a perverted jerk. Right after I’ve slapped him in the face, I found myself regretting what I’ve done. He explained that one of the Cheung brothers had came in here intending to do something bad to my sister and I. Leung Wan Shan was the one who yelled out and my sister had quickly came after the Cheung brother with her sword. That explained the fighting happening outside.

My sister came running into the room with a sword blade stained with fresh new blood. While a fight continued outside. Leung Wan Shan came outside and join his brothers in the fight. My sister was injured with a cut on her arm. After tending to her wounds, my sister and I went out to watch the fight end.

Leung Mo Lin and his brothers looked down at the Cheung brother. Who was kneeling down by his dead brother’s corpse.

“Leung Mo Lin, Leung Mo Wun! I’ll never forgive you for siding with the killer who murdered my brother! One of these days I will find the second kilin painting and then steal your painting as well!” The man threatened madly.

“Cheung Chi Xue! You should not blame my brothers for the death of your brother. Whose fault was it when you’re drunken brother came into these gu niang’s room,” said Leung Wan Shan.

“Wan Shan is right. I believe Bai gu niang only did what is right. Protecting and defending her sister from your brother,” said Leung Mo Wun.
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I'm sorry to stop here because I just out of fresh ideas for Bai Xue Xing(Xiao Long Er's mom) and Leung Wan Shan(Xiao Long Er's dad) to fall in love, marry and have Xiao Long Er. So whomever wants to continue, can continue their love story, then how they stumbled upon the second painting (which Xiao Long Er found along with her mother's diary)and met the Whistling Wanderer and gave the Whistling Wanderer the whistle key to the kilin and supposely tames the dragon or kilin, whatever... Also I think somewhere along the line...Leung Mo Wun---Tian Bo's dad's death would be explained too... So whomever continues please consider including those scenes. Okay well I hope I did okay... <IMG SRC="smilies/smile.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/asleep.gif" border="0">

[Goofy]

Kara, what is really a name of Lung Er's mom?

You have Xue Ying at one point and have her be called Xing Mei at the other part. <IMG SRC="smilies/help.gif" border="0">

[Kara]

Oh! I didn't realise that. Her name is actually Xue Xing, if i remember rightly and Xing Mei is what her older sister calls her. I though 'mei' meant little sister...

[Goofy]

Kara, I just checked the story and it seems I was in the wrong here. <IMG SRC="smilies/redface.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/blush.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/tongue.gif" border="0">

Anyway, I didn't realize that I almost mess your story with Yuen Jin and WW part.

Now, maybe someone can connect Yuen Jin from that time to when he met Lung Er again.. <IMG SRC="smilies/biggrin.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/catroar.gif" border="0"> <IMG SRC="smilies/read.gif" border="0">

How do you see the relationship between ah lan's master and leung mo lin?

Also, I did mention a handsome man that met ah lan's master's master. Just to remind other writers these loose ends. <IMG SRC="smilies/biggrin.gif" border="0">