martial arts stories - Bu Kek Siansu Vol 1 (mountain of a thousand flowers)
THE MORNING was unbelievably beautiful in the jungle on the slopes of the Jeng Hoa San mountain (mountain of a thousand flowers). The young sun spewed out its golden yellow light to the surface of the earth, reviving grass almost paralyzed by dew, trees vanishing in the darkness of the night, flowers suffering overnight by the cold cold.
martial arts stories - Bu Kek Siansu Vol 1 (mountain of a thousand flowers)
THE MORNING was unbelievably beautiful in the jungle on the slopes of the Jeng Hoa San mountain (mountain of a thousand flowers). The young sun spewed out its golden yellow light to the surface of the earth, reviving grass almost paralyzed by dew, trees vanishing in the darkness of the night, flowers suffering overnight by the cold cold.
The golden yellow light that carried the warmth, the beauty, and the livelihood drove away the thick, thick, and the junks ran away from the light of the king of life, leaving behind the dewdrops that now decorate the ends of leaves and grass to make the colorful flowers like young virgins after bathing, fresh and radiant.
The soft sunlight was parried by the leaves and branches of the lush forest trees. But the gentleness made the light can also penetrate between the cracks of leaves and twigs so that the small, elongated rays that are clearly visible among the shadows of the trees glide down, here and there to meet with the reflection of water to f…
