The King of the Sword King
A Copy On A Shabby Skin

  Sima Yong looked at the old man standing before him. He felt that the old man's look was so similar to the statue he paid his respects to when he arrived earlier. He said,

"Seniors.. Who're you?" tanyanya brief.

   The old man put on a witty face, then teased Sima Yong like a childish gesture. Said..

"Aren't you the young man prostrating and worshipping me?

   I'm actually not the person you thought I was. I still live in this mortal world" he replied.

"Then..why is this senior behaving and taking on the appearance that you are an old statue?" sima Yong asked confusedly.

   The old man just scratched his head. Sima Yong himself increasingly held back a smile, seeing the old man who was acting blush more and more like a child. Said..

"I would rather take the form of a statue"

"Why do you think this senior would rather make a statue?"

"Because I'm scared. All my life I have been chased by people, all of whom have always begged and begged me to give instructions so that their martial techniques will improve even more" Sima Yong gawked at those confident words

   Instead the old man had finished scratching his head, and pretending to think of something, he then covered his mouth with his hands, then put a face full of vigilance towards Sima Yong. Said..

"Or not-don't.. You are also one of the people who seek to meet with me, then beg for guidance on martial techniques from me?" the old man was seen pretending like he was going to stay away from Sima Yong.

Sima Yong of course did not accept this accusation.

"Who would want to ask for guidance from you, old man" Sima Yong said..

"I came to this place for the Night Hunt of the City of Peace.

   Of course what I seek is the ultimate gift of Eternal Cycle Knowledge and Truth... Instead of chasing after you and planning on pinning down the martial technique manuals" the old man's face instantly changed drastically. Sima Yong continued..

"Since you've been here since I came, do you parents know where the thing I mentioned is hidden?" answer Sima Yong.

By acting mysterious, the old man said.

"Oh. So that's what you're looking for. Well I myself see that you are indeed the first to reach this place. Of course a copy of the Eternal Cycle Knowledge and the truth you deserve" the old man then reached into something from his pocket.

   Then he lifted a sheet of paper made of sheets of animal skin (goat or cow) that looked old and ancient. Sima Yong looked at it at a glance, on the sheet of leather there are letters that are ancient and old (he considered that the writing is written in letters and discussed ancient Elf). At first glance he also caught there are complicated pictures contained in the skin sheet.

"Well, take it. This is what you were looking for" said the old man, as he thrust the sheet of animal skin at Sima Yong. 

"What's this?" sima Yong asked confusedly. He refused the parents' gift. Said..

"I ask nothing of you old senior"

   Now the old man turned into a gawk when he saw Sima Yong refuse his gift.. All this time he felt himself always in search, for the sake of a piece of notification or direction of the seeker's martial arts. But this young man..

He said in a curious tone.

"Isn't this what you're looking for? Why are you not even interested in accepting it now?" the old man then jerked his feet like an annoyed person. Looks like he's anxious to see the young boy's insolvency.

"This? This shabby thing you mean as a copy of the Eternal Cycle Knowledge and Truth?" Sima Yong turned around in a fierce manner. He looked amusedly at the sheet of leather material that looked old and shabby.

Plaque !! Ouch !

   Sima Yong was surprised because he knew his head had been pierced by the old man. Although it did not result in injury, but the blow felt sore on his head.

   Sima Yong looked in amazement at the old man. During his career and his journey through eternity, never once had someone been able to beat him, without him himself feeling the wind blow or unable to avoid.

   He has always been the greatest and admired. Yet in front of this old man, Sima Yong felt himself to be like a child, with limited abilities.

   With a stomp of his feet to the ground the old man said.. 

   Look now, you stupid young man is trifling this copy of Yamazaki Takejiro's technique" the old man was indignantly vague, like a ten-year-old brat.

   Sima Yong was shocked. He heard the old man call himself Yamazaki Takejiro, the Tengu Hermit who is said to be a Nirvana creature from the world of gods. Sima Yong stammeredly asked,

"Wait a minute, senior. Do not be quick to become angry with my words. I'm sorry if this young me is so lost and so uninformed that I don't recognize you.

However, I doubt that this animal skin sheet is a copy of the technique I'm looking for"

   Because really, the news circulating outside mentioned that a copy of the technique, was something that could lead a soul force expert to break through the Immortal rank in Soul Art and magic.. And I thought that copy couldn't possibly be written on a shabby skin sheet like this. Forgive this ignorance"

   Sima Yong bowed and gave a deep salute to the old man named Yamazaki Takejiro. He saw the old man's face turn a little bright after he apologized and behaved even more respectfully. He saw that Yamazaki's old man was not as angry as he was, although his face was still raised as high as the sky - but his cloudy face had turned calm. Sima Yong continued.. 

"Of course I imagine that the copy will be loaded in the form of an array memory, inside something like a gold token or a gem, for example. I didn't expect the copy to be written directly on such an old leather sheet.

   Once again, forgive my careless attitude as this ignorant young man" Sima Yong apologized repeatedly. He glanced at the old man's face.

   Even Sima Yong took heart by bowing in a similar manner of worship to receive grace. Then two of his hands were raised close to the hand of Yamazaki Takejiro who was holding the copy - ready to receive a copy of the ancient skin.

Wush!

The young man's heart became relieved, when he felt that the sheet of skin had been in his hands.

"Thank you Senior Yamazaki" Sima Yong said. But Yamazaki Takejiro was still seen pretending to be haughty, with a face raised high like he wanted to touch the sky.

   Both were silent and silent. A while later, feeling the atmosphere stiffen, Sima Yong took the initiative to leave the hall, but his movements came to a halt with Senior Yamazaki's voice..

"So you don't want to ask for a hint from me? Why rush off?"

   Sima Yong held back his steps that were about to leave the hall, and turned towards Yamazaki. Said..

"I would like to ask and discuss some matters relating to my abilities and combat with you.

   I also know, if you are a Tengu Hermit who is called a strange hermit who often gives directions and instructions to martial arts.

   However I saw Senior Yamazaki in a state of unease, so I canceled my desire to discuss my battle techniques" Sima Yong said.

   Pretending to put on a lazy face but happy to be praised, Senior Yamazaki said.

"You've been here and met me.

   Tengu ascetics never leave without giving one or two martial arts or art pointers to anyone who has ever met me.." 

   Senior Yamazaki walks to one of the walls located in Nirvana, where he sees Lord Er Lang and his friend the Dog God Tiangou, fighting against evil and stealth creatures, at the door of the Sky Palace.

"You come with me, go where I am always meditating.

   There are things I want to show you. Although you feel that your abilities have been qualified in this Silver Continent, but when you are dealing with experts in the Immortal quasi realm, let alone an immortal, when you are dealing with an Immortal, your abilities like chakra and others are meaningless.

   I thought I'd give you a clue in the supreme sword arts there"

   Yamazaki Takejiro disappears behind the painting of Lord Erlang, and Sima Yong follows him from behind. Soon, the hall became quiet, like nothing had ever happened.

After the two people disappeared behind the painting of God Er Lang, suddenly sounds snapped from the door of the hall.

"Go to you ! I've been in this place first !"

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