The King of the Sword King
Rain in the Cursed Desert (ii)

"The rain fell all day and did not stop.

   We've arrived at the Cursed Desert, but things are getting bad now. So let's warm up the body with this drink" Huo Qing said as he lifted his cup. I don't know who he's talking to. But Qing-qing is convinced that the master is speaking to the young man.

   Wang Qing-qing hurriedly poured the wine that was being heated in the fireplace.

"Young people.take a cup and we drink together.

   Qing-qing, get me another cup for Yong-yong" Huo Qing said to his disciple, then looked at the young man who looked cold, wet from the splash of rain.

   Wang Qing-qing became astonished. Unusually, this teacher of the Harmony Sword Sect Master was being friendly to an unknown person.

   Although they were only Six Star Sect, but for the Harmony Sword Sect class in the small Tai Yuan City - in the Eastern region there, This Master Huo Qing was said to have a face that was cherished by the entire city, and was also highly viewed more in that Tai Yuan City.

   With his position as a Six-Star Sect Master, Huo Qing was greatly respected and would not carelessly talk to this youngster like Yong-yong.

   Wang Qing-qing threw her daydream away. He gave the young man a new cup. Then he politely poured hot wine into Yong-yong's cup.

"Thank you" said the young man politely

   Then while pondering Huo Qing asked.

"Yong-yong-yong that. What makes you interested in watching the duel later?" he took another sip of wine, then Qing-qing poured the water into the now empty cup.

"Because this duel is a rare thing. It was rare for two Immortal people to fight a sword. 

   Didn't these two experts have mysterious sword techniques?" answer Yong-yong. Proceeds,

"I want to watch that duel, as it is very interested in the abilities of Immortal-level sword-jagoers.

   I hope to know more about the techniques and strategies that they will use" replied the steady young man.

   Huo Qing looked slightly amazed towards the youngster. He said,

"You're right. I'm amazed by your spirit, young man. Watching the fight between smart people, will obviously open up insight and add experience for young people like yourself!"

   Unexpectedly, Huo Qing then said.

"Let's stand. Play some sword technique punches that you master.

   While this heart is overjoyed, I will give you instructions for the improvement of your sword technique !" said Huo Qing happily. He was really sorry for the young man.  

   With a tall-looking stature and an unspeakably young age to begin martial training, Huo Qing pityed to see that youngster cultivating in that level one Spirit Condensation Realm.

"What sect or alliance are you from?" asked Huo Qing.

"Er. truly I am only a Roque Cultivator" Roque Cultivator was an independent Practitioner who trained himself on the path of immortality, not joining any particular sect or alliance.

   The advantages of Roque Cultivators like this were that, the types of techniques they were diverse, free to receive input or pointers from any experts outside the sect, without fear of offending or breaking sect rules.

   The disadvantage of Roque Cultivators was that they would not get the resources that were essential for cultivation improvement. Different from the sects that share routine resources with high-achieving students.

***

   Yong-yong is seen twisting the sword he borrowed from Qing-qing. His movements look so stiff, irregular at all, even looks powerless.

    Qing-qing gawking. He did not expect that this lowly cultivating young man, also had a sword technique that was not due to his movements. All movements are done with a stiff even arguably rough. Qing-qing couldn't take it anymore and then laughed off. But he hurriedly closed his mouth as soon as he saw Master Huo Qing staring at him.

"I'm sorry" Qing-qing said then lowered her head.

   As soon as the youngster finished making that chaotic and violent sword move, Master Huo Qing then stood up and said.

"Young people..

   The young man did not look offended at all. Even innocently he asked,

"So.. Mister Huo Qing. Suppose master can guide me this young one.

   I hope that with your instructions, in the future I can use more correct sword movements to fight the bad guys later" Yong-yong said humbly, slightly bowing, as if pleading.

   Huo Qing looked pleased. He laughed out loud. His voice was so loud, to the point that the sound of heavy rain covered the sound of laughter.

   Qing-qing the girl hurriedly approached the young boy and said. 

"So your attitude !

   Even my own master, looks interested and wants to give you a hint. Get on your knees and pay your respects in thanks !" 

   Yong-yong the young boy gawked. She was speechless, as Qing-qing forcefully pushed her body making a worship-like gesture..

   But Master Huo Qing immediately made a loud voice.

"No need Qing-qing.

   I with Yong-yong was even tied up in the relationship between a teacher and a student.

   A thank you from her, that's enough !" said Master Huo Qing. 

   Then with a slow-looking movement, Huo Qing, the Harmony Sword Sect Master began demonstrating one sword technique which he then asked Yong-yong to follow all of his moves. 

   The youngster excitedly followed Master Huo Qing's lead, while Qing-qing secretly felt jealous of Master Huo Qing's closeness to Yong-yong.

   Indeed, the sword technique taught to Yong-yong is not one ultimate technique. But he was taught that technique after years of following Master Huo Qing and filial piety, and then got the sword technique lesson. While the young man? He had not even been recognized for more than 12 hours by Master Huo Qing.

   Wang Qing-qing stared at the slow training due to the youngster's lack of talent. Although she felt jealous, Qing-qing secretly laughed in her heart..

"Although you were taught this sword technique in the first meeting by the Master, but your talent is too bad.

   I Wang Qing-qing would be too dwarf-hearted, if feeling jealous of a talentless person like yourself" inner Qing-qing was relieved. All that jealousy was gone.

******

   Meanwhile, the rain continued to fall in the Cursed Desert, not giving the item a second gap to stop. The effects of heat vanished alternating chills of cold, let alone sometimes the wind blowing from the Island of Ice, felt freezing.

   The night turns morning.Morning creeps day and noon runs slowly towards dusk. The sky in the Western horizon is reddened with orange. Tonight when Purnama appears, as per the appointment then the two immortals will fight.

   The pounding and gripping Eve began to creep in the hearts of thousands even millions of people in the Cursed Desert. All were thinking hopefully anxious as to who would win this duel, since the victor was the next Sovereign of the Continent.

   Meanwhile the goal-call was heard the sound of the roar of horse legs mixed with flapping wings from the direction of the Island of Ice. When dusk turned red, and when the rain had stopped leaving a rainbow on the Western horizon, everyone looked up peering out from behind their tents.

"For God's sake !"

"Is this what you're doing?"

   Everyone gawks when they see thousands, no! It was probably tens of thousands of cavalry - the flying horse Winged Horse.

   With the sound of the wings like the sound of an eagle rang out, rumbling made the heart beat fast in horror. He over each of the cavalry seemed to be seated practitioners in black robes, waving in the wind, moving from the direction of the sea of Ice Island, and now filling the skies of the Cursed Desert.

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