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One day in an ancient house, located in the valley of the Thousand Swords. There was the sound of the roar of crying calling out the name of the dead man.

Until it was as if the voice of the crying person was no longer heard because it had been a day and a night he continued, constantly crying, without caring about the person who served.

That ancient house was the residence of the Xiao family, and the one who died was Grandpa Xiao.

Grandpa Xiao was not an ordinary person but rather an old warrior Xiao Chen who for decades had been, famous in the martial world.

All knew grandfather Xiao Chen by the nickname Dragon Swordsman of the Thousand Swordsman Valley. And many evil and mischievous tyrants perished at the tip of the Dragon's swordswoman. The entrepreneurs who became officials in the countryside, a lot of corruption and oppress the people.

The lunge of Xiao Chen's grandfather who defended the people and the weak, certainly made Xiao Chen's grandfather loved and respected by the people from the lower middle class.

After the age of eighty years old Xiao Chen's grandfather resigned from the martial world. And chose a quiet life to take care of the Dragon Sword college that was in the Thousand Swords valley.

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In this Dragon Sword college, he lived with two children and two grandchildren, whose two sons helped Grandpa Xiao Chen in managing the Dragon Sword college.

When Xiao Chen's grandfather left, Xiao Yu was only three years old. .

Meanwhile, the Xiao family's residence had been given a sign of mourning with white paper and cloth. Xiao Chen's grandfather's body had been put into a coffin and placed in the front room.

At the prayer table that stood in front of the coffin, beside the candles and the smoke of incense and the hio that was billowing filled the room.

The little girl named Xiao Yu couldn't cry out loud, but still shed tears and sobbed, her eyes red looking at the coffin, her hands stroking the chest and her lips twitching, it was as if he was talking to his grandfather who was inside the chest.

As a former famous swordsman and college who had reached hundreds of students, of course many came to pay their last respects to the corpse of grandfather Xiao.

The next morning a guest came, and his father and brothers were out to greet the guest.

But the guest who came this time was amazing and unlike the other guests.

He was old, about seventy years old.

From the way the clothes look tattered and shabby, while on his back there is a round arak jar with a long neck and a mouth filled with yellow cloth, on his left waist hung a short stick of yellow bamboo.

He was Kwe Cheng the Naughty old boy who came to the funeral home, singing and chuckling.

'Ha-ha-ha...! Xiao, you are really good at going to freedom of life. Leave the empty nickname leaping, free from the affairs of the world that is all fake. XII Chen whose life time was nicknamed the Dragon Sword God. H. ha. ha.. ha..! isn't that a blank name! Gods should not know death! ha-ha ..ha, where is your sword! Too bad why before leaving why not pay me first?" the old man chuckled.

Everyone present looked at grandfather Xiao Chen without answering, but they looked at the beggar with angry faces.

The grandfather they respected had died, and his body was still in his coffin. And now the old man dared to blatantly insult their Father, grandfather and hero with strange words.

"Hi you little boy! You must be Xiao Chen's grandson, right?" asked the old beggar named Kwe Cheng who saw Xiao Yu who looked most grieved beside Grandpa Xiao Chen's coffin.

The little girl who had been crying beside her grandfather's coffin just nodded her head, not eager to answer the old Beggar's question. And she still cries.

The naughty old boy then tapped his short stick on the floor and continued to fumble.

"Humans live soft and limp, though,

if death becomes stiff and hard. All living things and plants

soft and limp, if the die becomes dry and easily broken. Stiff and hard are death, soft and limp are friends of life."

The naughty old boy stopped raving, then drank the wine he was carrying. After that he laughed out loud and took down his wine jar.

"Xiao Chen, let's have some wine!" exclaimed the naughty old boy by moving his wine jar and from inside the jar whose mouth was already open it splashed the wine that smelled typical of the wine.

The naughty old boy brought the mouth of the urn closer to his mouth and there was a sound of thundering as red wine entered his mouth. Then he kept back his wine jar and without being invited to sit down, the naughty old boy had been sitting on a bench not far from where he was standing.

In the hearts of the two sons Xiao Chen was very angry, but because of the attitude of this old beggar was not hostile to the bodies of the father and them. Even the words that came out of the old beggar's mouth imagined that he was Xiao Chen's grandfather's best friend.

Xiao Yu suddenly rose from under the coffin where he had been kneeling, then walked up to the naughty old boy and Xiao Yu still sobbed.

"Old man, ma'af if my grandfather is unable to welcome you, he is dead" Xiao Yu said, and until here he could not bear to cry again.

"Hey, that shitty kid! Crybaby! Who said Xiao Chen died? Do you know that right?" ask the old beggar seriously.

Hearing that, Xiao Yul looked up at the face of the old beggar sitting in his chair.

Kwe Cheng the naughty old boy was very surprised, when he saw the sympathetic look on Xiao yu's face, round like a full moon and pure white.

His pair of eyes that were now red from crying too much were wide and clear. The light on the girl's face was sharp and full of honesty and purity of heart.

"Old man, my grandfather is dead. There really is no more in this world. He will no longer be able to answer any of our questions and he is no longer breathing. If you don't die, you're put in a coffin?" said and asked Xiao Yu who was so passionate about the old beggar's attitude and speech.

"Ha..ha..ha crybaby! You know what it is to die and what it is to live. Where to live and where to die?" said Kwe Cheng, of course, the nine-year-old boy will fall asleep because of confusion to hear questions that are impossible to answer by even clever people.

"Sir please forgive my foolish daughter for daring to be impudent. Ask me, who is this master?" xiao Kai asked, Xiao Yu's father pulled his daughter's hand.

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