Black Swordsman
# Memories
Soon grandma Hong returned with a plate of boiled yams and a pot of drinking water.
"this is all grandma has" said grandma Hong.
"iya nek, but why was he told to stop by, while I wanted to go to the chu clan territory" asked chuan.
In a soft voice, Grandma explained. After exiting this village, chuan would enter the forest. Although not too thick but quite spacious and dangerous especially if the night.
A good time to go is in the morning. With riding it takes half a day to pass. Meanwhile, if the walk may be before the new night arrives on the edge of the forest opposite it.
Out of the forest later chuan will enter the village, which limits the forest and the city fainted. Kainan City was the center of the chu clan. While the village on the edge of the forest is the main sect of the chu clan and a security fortress.
Grandma hong explained. Not to forget also about the forest that is currently overrun by the black tiger robbers gang supported by the blood sand sect.
Also several more hordes supported the black faction sect behind them. Finished exposing all the information then they fell silent to each other.
"grandmother's dog knows everything" asked Chuan unable to hide his curiosity.
"you met four men in the shop" Grandma Hong asked.
"iya nek" "the oldest is pek cun, he's the leader of the black tiger horde" he explained.
Then continue to tell the story, if pek cun was her husband. They were both escapes from the eastern continent, precisely from the demon poison sect.
"huhhh" chuan took a deep breath and took it out, to maintain the calmness of his heart. "what a son" asked granny hong.
"no matter what grandma, just continue" replied chuan then quietly listen again.
Until this village grandma Hong and her husband settled. They just worked the fields behind the house. For years she lived in simplicity, although there were many treasures that her husband had brought while fleeing from the sect.
They fled while the sect was being attacked by the royal forces.
A few years ago her husband was seduced by a young widow. It turned out that the woman was the wife of one of the blood sand sect elders.
And until now her husband never entered the house despite passing in front of her. Tears almost fell. They both stayed quiet for quite a while.
"sorry grandma, if the old wound is open again" said chuan.
"nothing son, after all grandma is old" he replied. "keep on with your old day" said chuan and began to entertain grandma Hong.
Do not blame yourself or anyone else. From a small chuan there is also no father and mother. He also forgot what happened to him. Life is just a journey.
We can learn from nature, look at the dried leaves and fall off their limbs. Does the tree blame the wind for flying the leaves?
Don't hurt yourself with sadness, anger or resentment. Face this life without needing to find a scapegoat to blame.
The One Up there has given His great gift even without us knowing it. As a small example, have we ever realized that breathing automatically? Have you ever been thankful that your eyes can see light and dark?
Sadness or happiness are the result of our thoughts. Chuan nyrocos' speech went out without control. All the wise words from his master teacher crossed his mind and came out through his mouth. After a long time he spoke, he fell silent and tried to understand what he had said.
There was a slow sobbing from grandma Hong resuscitating chuan.
"sorry grandma" said chuan.
"it's okay son, thank you for opening my grandmother's heart" replied the grandmother in her tears.
Then both of them were immersed in their thoughts.
"so all this time grandma lived alone" asked chuan breaking the silence.
"yes, since many female disciples were dictated to demonic poison could not have any offspring, one of them was a grandmother"
Memories of the past flashed through his mind. Not a little left. Bitter or sweet will always stick in the heart.