House of Flying Daggers

You're not a showgirl anymore.
You're the daughter of the old leader.
What did you say?
How many blind girls know martial arts
and carry daggers like these?
I've rescued you,
and your daggers as well.
Why did you take such a risk?
I hate the corrupt government
and admire the 'Flying Daggers'.
Much obliged.
Why did we abandon the horses?
Hoof prints can be easily tracked.
I have two new horses hidden ahead.
You've planned well.
What's your name, Master?
Just call me Wind.
I wander around all alone,
come and go without a trace.
Like a carefree wind?
No, a playful wind.
You like to tease.
I wonder what you look like?
That's easy to find out.
Please let go.
This isn't the Peony Pavilion.
No rules here.

You'll know what I look like
if you touch my face.

Come on.
It's not respectful
to touch your face first.

You prefer to start at the bottom.
That's fine with me.
You've mastered the flying technique.
Your right hand is skilled with a machete.
Your left hand is powerful
with a bow and arrow.

Your heart beats steadily,
you seem sincere.