Golden Dragon Swordsman S2
Zhiyuhan the Poetry Youth
"Battle! The keg!.. The keg! The keg!" The sound of a fart being hit was hit in the middle of the night blind, a sign of a robber.
The villagers of Jilin woke up in panic. The men took anything that could be used as a weapon.
"Battle! The keg! The keg!... The keg! The keg! The keg!" Three-three signs of fire were heard.
The village chief snatched his sword, he then woke up his six-year-old son and then took him to the back room. There was a long, worn-out bench in the corner of the room.
The village chief shifted the long bench with one hand, saw a hole running up the stairs. "Zhiyuhan, comein! This pit leads to a hut on the edge of the rice field. Stay there until morning.!"
The house of the village head is indeed on the edge of the village which stands in the front of a small hill. And behind the hill there is a wide rice field, indeed Jilin village surrounded by rice fields.
The village chief had no wife, because his wife had died shortly after giving birth to Zhiyuhan. He helped an old woman he hired to babysit Zhiyuhan since infancy, because his position as village chief made him unable to care for Zhiyuhan all the time.
Zhiyuhan obeyed his father's orders. He never expected that it was the last time he saw his father.
"Just disturb my sleep." Zhiyuhan said softly as he continued to browse the passageway within the ground. When he arrived at the end of the hallway that looks covered with thickets, Zhiyuhan then pulled the bushes and then came out. In front of him stood a hut.
Zhiyuhan stepped into the hut and resumed his sleep. He does not care about the sound of clapping that continues to be heard, if even he does not know the meaning.
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The morning sunlight broke through into a small crack in the wall of the hut, Zhiyuhan was aghast.
"Where am I? Why am I sleeping here?" Zhiyuhan got up and came out.
The little boy walked lazily around the hill to head to his house. Only a quarter of the way, his eyes widened when he found the condition of his village. Smoke is still rising high.
Zhiyuhan immediately ran to his house and found something similar. His house has now collapsed, with debris emitting smoke.
"Dad!! Aunty..." Zhiyuhan called his father and his nanny until his voice was hoarse. Only the smoke was blown by the wind, which made his eyes sting even more.
Zhiyuhan then ran down the village streets, there was nothing he met except the corpses that were lying there. Until his small eyes found the body stretched out, with the condition of the chest stuck with a sword.
"Yeah..!!!" Dilute screams Zhiyuhan straddled.
Two days and two nights, the little boy kept waiting for his father's body, and on the third day his vision was dark.
Zhiyuhan woke up, he found an old woman whose whole hair had turned white was sitting cross-legged while chewing on something that made her mouth red.
"Hiks! Hicks! You realize you're a kid. What's yourname?"
"My name is Xiao Zhiyuhan.. Then who's grandma?"
From then on Xiao Zhiyuhan wrote his life story as a would-be cultivator under the guidance of the grandmother.
Zhiyuhan, who likes to read verses, started to enjoy making his own poems and getting support from his teacher. Even Zhiyuhan made a special technique by the grandmother to make the verse as a way to paralyze the opponent.
The slightly insane nature of his teacher made Zhiyuhan contracted. Zhiyuhan only knew the nickname of his teacher when he went down the mountain, the Mad Rose of Mount Wutai. It is so named because of his behavior and actions that kill anyone, who makes a case with him. In addition to his nurse named the Hell Rose, made him feared by many cultivators of the western mainland continent.
Twenty-year-old Zhiyuhan was trained by Mad Rose grandmothers, and finally he was given orders to go down the mountain.
His first task is to inform all those who guard the fragments of the Legendary Heritage, that soon will appear creatures of darkness that will bring disaster. He was ordered to unite all the fragments of the Legendary Heirloom.
Mad Rose Grandma knew it all from nature's clues. When he was in ascetic union with nature, he got a whisper telling him to unite all the pieces of Legendary Heritage in order to prevent the creatures of darkness from ruling the world.
From the whisper also Mad Rose grandmother learned that Xiao Zhiyuhan, the little boy she found among the ruins of Jilin village is actually the reincarnation of the Poet God. After knowing this, his surprise and curiosity all along to the speed of development and the privilege of Zhiyuhan's body was answered already.
Zhiyuhan frowned not because he was astonished at the behavior of his teacher, but he did not understand the meaning of his teacher's words.
Understanding the content of Zhiyuhan's mind, Mad Rose's grandmother explained that people who took the path of cultivation in the eastern mainland continent were called warriors. As for explaining the fragment of the Legendary Heritage, Madam Rose's grandmother then took out a black stick that had a beautiful engraving of bright red streaks.
"You are my heir, and I hereby pass this scepter to you. Take good care of it! Take this inheritance stick and put it together with all four other shards." Mad Rose Grandmother handed the wand to Zhiyuhan.
Zhiyuhan received the heirloom stick and looked at it with admiration, he felt a great energy emanating from the wand.
Mad Rose Grandmother shook her head slowly, although it was estimated that Zhiyuhan could hold the heirloom stick without difficulty. But knowing it straight away is a different thing.
Mad Rose Grandmother then sighed deeply and then told the origin of the stick, he also explained how the Legendary Heritage stick could be in his hands.
Tens of thousands of years ago, one of the first ancestor disciples of the cultivator was assigned to guard the Legendary Heritage fragment residing in the cave in Wutai Mountain. The disciple was a female cultivator, nicknamed the Hero of Death.
Unlike the other disciples, whom they had all built sects to strengthen the protection of the Legendary Divisions they guarded. The woman preferred to keep the fragment of the Legendary Heirloom alone, but in the last remnants of her life she raised a disciple to be made as a successor to continue her duties.
Mad Rose Grandmother herself is the 16th heir of the stick guard. Now he decided to pass the wand to Zhiyuhan because Mad Rose grandmother intended to ascend to reach the Dragon Swordsman.
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Recalling the message from Mad Rose's grandmother, the shabby young man named Xiao Zhiyuhan canceled his intention of wanting to return to the eastern mainland continent. He felt it was good to visit the Sacred Sword Sect Headquarters while he was in the northern mainland continent.
It did not take long, after knowing the location of the existence of the Sacred Sword Sect from someone he asked. Zhiyuhan had now arrived in front of the protective seal that enveloped the Holy Sword Headquarters. He shook his head when he saw the many people who seemed to be negotiating with the gatekeepers to be allowed to enter.
"Sorry, we really can't let you in. As a guest, you should also respect the decision of the host." Said one of the guards with Qi flow, so that his words can be heard from the crowd in front of the gate.
Some look annoyed, they shake slowly and then resigned to leave. While others still seem to insist on wanting to enter by expressing various reasons.
"On the land of the Lord,
A swarm of ants forced their way in even though it was not allowed.
If not expected, then,
Why did the ants fight
Though you know, there's no meaning in surviving."
The voice of the insinuating young man attracted the attention of everyone. They found a shabby young man jumping around scratching his body, as if he was driving away the itching.
Although the shabby young man looked like a beggar yet everyone suspected that he was also a cultivator, considering that everyone who came to the Holy Sword Headquarters were all cultivators. They seemed to be trying to read the level of cultivation practice of the shabby young man, but none of them could measure his ability.
"Who are you? Where the hell are you from?"
A gallant man landed before Zhiyuhan, he felt astonished at not being able to gauge the ability of the shabby young man. He clearly did not believe Zhiyuhan was an ordinary human, seeing the shabby young man looking calm did not feel hesitant or afraid to stand among the group of cultivators.
"Master, can you help me scratch my back." Zhiyuhan turned around, turned his back to the burly man while trying to scratch his back with both hands.
The dashing Pri frowned, he looked annoyed with the demeanor of the shabby young man. "How dare you tell me..." He flicked his hand so that it made Zhiyuhan bounce far away. "Do you not know my big name. I am the Fire Weasel of the Red Forest."
Some people look frightened after knowing the identity of the man, it seems that the name of the Fire Weasel is not a mere nickname.
"Firebearers, so he's really alive." Murmured one while inching backwards.