The Legend of the Eternal King
Wood Mushroom Finder
A young man leaned under a shady tree casually. The clothes have lost their color to look fibers because they are so long used and often washed.
But it is not shabby, but still looks good worn because it is very well maintained. More impressed as a simple young man, yet more aptly he is said to be a poor young man.
Beside him was a large basket full of wood mushrooms of various types.
The young man yawned, slightly stretching his body. Answering the tiredness of working hard to find herbal mushrooms from morning to evening.
With a long breath he changed the pose from sitting leaning mode to reclining mode.
An old book with only a few pieces left was stuck to his face, intending to reduce the scorching light as his eyes closed.
He tried to rest his body completely. She's asleep.
If at a glance seen, the cover of the old book is titled “Early Era Baru”. Judging from the quality and print of this book is very old.
This young man bought it at the market after selling his mushrooms. He initially thought and was full of confidence that the price of this book could still be reached.
But if you think back to it after the book he holds then walk step by step then a little conscious.
The price is actually very expensive for an old book with a very incomplete page. Which leaves only a few sheets.
But eventually he bought it, besides he was interested in books because he had a hobby of reading.
The reason he wanted to buy it was actually because he was moved. The gentle-hearted youth who was not willing.
The seller was an old grandmother with a little grandchild. He simply could not imagine the poor life of the old grandmother. Because he himself felt what hardship felt like.
The words of the old granny of the bookseller again ringed in his head.
“Nak, this is a relic from my great-grandfather. At first the book was intact, now leaving only a few sheets.
Actually this book is valuable because it is like a legacy from our family. But feeding my little granddaughter this time is more important. Please help grandma baby!”
So don't wait long and the stale bases get bought up the book.
“The beginning of a new era?.. Hm... “
“This book looks like a bedtime story. Like poems and feelings the story is too exaggerated.”
About the human race fighting demons, battles of hundreds of years, heroic of heroic figures. Until good defeats evil.
Ah, like the story in general. Then he held his own forehead.
“Hahaha.... “
“Walah... I spent almost half my savings on this.” His eyes were full and his tears began to pour out.
Her dream of working hard, making money, living super-saving and saving is that she would love to go to the village next door.
A larger village to register with one of the sects there. He hoped to be accepted and from there he started his life.
He didn't expect much to be a big figure there later. He was well aware of his limitations.
For him to be the outermost member of the sect was no problem. As long as you can have a better life.
That was all his hope, for a poor young man with no background whatsoever for him it was already very realistic.
“Yoss... Time to go home”
He swiftly stood up, thrown the old book into the basket. With a deft swipe the basket was already on his back.
His eyes stared towards the way home, my glittering yet resplendent determination was visible from the light color of his eyes.
He stepped foot and went home, back to his house.
He is Mao Yu, 16 years old. A poor young man from a small village consisting of no more than 20 houses.