BU KEK SIANSU Book One Chapter 1

BU KEK SIANSU Book One Chapter 1

BU KEK SIANSU Book One Chapter 1

                                                                BU KEK SIANSU                                                            Kho Ping Ho Chapter 1

( Sorry if the translation is a bad ,Not in accordance with the original language of comics 
is a bad translation )

The morning was remarkably beautiful in the woods on the slopes
Hoa San Jeng Mountains (Mount Thousand Flowers). Young Sun that spew light
golden yellow to the earth's surface, reviving the grass is almost paralyzed by the
dew, the trees that vanished into the darkness of night, the flowers are suffering from night
by the piercing cold. Light yellow gold bring warmth, beauty, living it
expel a thick mist, and fog lights to run away from the king's life, leaving
beads of dew that now decorate the ends of the leaves and grass to make the flowers
a multicolored like a beautiful young virgin-virgin after bathing, fresh and radiant. Light
gentle sun was muffled by the leaves and twigs of trees are lush forests, but
softness makes light it can also break through the crevices between the leaves and twigs
so small rays elongated apparent among the shadows of the trees slid down,
here and there met with the reflection of water to form a very beautiful rainbow colors, colors
formed by all sorts of colors, especially the basic colors red, yellow and blue. Beautiful! For eye
free from all bonds, it is increasingly felt the beauty, the beauty of the new and always will
The new look even if she saw every day before the first red light of
morning sun appears, the situation quiet. The early wake forest was crowing
partridge are short and very loud, crowing of a sudden and shocking, followed one after another from
several directions. Crowing rooster is what inspires the birds that had been covered
the darkness of night, hiding the face under the thick, warm blanket of their wings, now
movements came to live in any big trees and chirping sounds of birds
said-said, a variety of voice, beautiful and vibrant competition but all have
distinctive sonority. Difficult for the ear to determine which one is more beautiful, because the sound
bersahut-replication is a unified set of musical instruments sounded together. Existing
of the ear just beautiful! It is hard to say which one is more beautiful, the sound of the birds themselves
or did the empty silence that there is distance between the voices. The boy was still very
small. There will be more than seven years old. He stood like a statue, standing on a flat spot
rather high in the forest of Mount Thousand Flowers, it faces east and there are already half-hour
more he stood like that, only his eyes are twitching, wide eyes full of light
sharpness and softness, as usual a child's eyes that his life was free and clear,
however, between the eyes, the skin between the eyebrows were a bit disturbed by straight lines. Strange to see
a child like that already exist wrinkles between her eyebrows! Children's clothing is simple
once, even if very clean as clean his body, from hair to fingernails which
maintained and clean, plain face, like the other children in the form of a handsome face,
only her eyes and wrinkles between the eyes that's rarely found in children and make
he became a child who easily bring an impression on the hearts of people who see it as a
strange child and certainly has something extraordinary. A pair of child's eyes glowed full
series of life when he had seen the emergence of a large red ball behind the mountain peaks to the east,
huge red ball and the first is a very interesting sight, going
but gradually a powerful object that no longer look at her eyes because the light is more
yellow and glittering. So he shifted his gaze, now enjoying how light
no limited extent that animates all things, from mountain peaks to the far right there on
under the foot of the mountain. The boy then took off her clothes, a semi-one with the impatient movement and
not in a hurry, without looking to the left and right because he's been knew that in the morning like
that there will be no one man but himself was there. With her stark naked
then went to a rock and sat cross-legged, facing the sun. She sat upright, a second
his legs crossed and breath in and out smoothly with no set, no such coercion
breathing of a baby sleeping soundly. For several years she did this every day
sat and sun bathing during the two-three hours until all of his body drenched in sweat and
was hot before she quit. Also in the moonlit night, she sit on that rock, naked
round, shower moonlight for seven nights, sometimes to forget yourself and sit down.......

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