The Legend of the Guardians of the East Gate
Ch.74 - 100 assassin.

After the new era of the Qing Empire, many rules were implemented, among them judicial bureaus began to be applied throughout the country, courts for thieves, robbers, the killing of children, debts, etc, farewells and more, make the evil a little less.

Zhi Yuan stepped slowly in search of a quiet place and tried to move away from the North, his eyes staring at an old man who was seen lying down with his breaths stinged, his entire clothes white like a prisoner.

"This is none of my business," Inner Zhi Yuan shook his head and moved away from the old man who was seen just lying helplessly, his steps in speeding up yet the young man suddenly came to a halt, his eyes closed tightly.

"huhhhhh, never mind," muttered Zhi Yuan and now the young man had already touched the old man. His face looked irritated and like he had to help the old man.

His two hearts were grappling violently, his cold nature was refusing to help his unknown person, but near the old man's hut there is a small house but it can be said to use luxurious materials.

A pungent smell had already been smelled about 20 meters away from the hut, both of them entered the front yard of the hut, which was, the old man looked so weak and Zhi Yuan sat him in the hall outside the hut.

"Young people you better go, you don't have to bother to help me, my age is on the edge, already when I go home to the old land," said the old man.

Zhi Yuan nodded and looked at the old man,

"Uncle, whose body is in that hut?" said Zhi Yuan who already knew the smell and its source from where.

The man's face grimaced, both sides of the middle of his eyebrows raised, making his streaks even more visible, his tears coming out occasionally drenching his face that was full of dust stains, and the, her dry and chapped lips began to talk with a tremble.

"She is my wife, she has been dead for 10 days, only my left hand is intact, so I can't bury her, my wife forgive me. I'm really a useless husband, even until you died I was unable to perform my last duty," the frail old man cried, his body shaken like it was so angry with himself.

Zhi Yuan clenched his lips, remembering the same thing had happened to himself, and the young man went inside the small hut, and came out carrying a stiff and swollen body, and led him to a field in front of the house.

with his new sword Zhi Yuan wrote a name on the tombstone that was already standing in his newly created tomb, The old man paid his respects for the last time to his wife and as the second dark day re-entered the grounds, sat in the hall in front of his house.

A porridge and meat soup as their dish, the old man stared at his wife's grave from the hall while glaring somewhere.

"My name is Hua Daiyan, young man today you do noble, hopefully someone will do the same for you" said the old man.

Zhi Yuan simply nodded, there was a hint of pleasure in being able to help someone in his heart, yet something cold as if prevented that feeling, yet Zhi Yuan was able to shake off the coldness a little.

"My name is Zhi Yuan" said Zhi Yuan, his face shining from the two lanterns hanging in front of the hut.

"aahhh, what a good name, I used to be so powerful, but in the end I you could see his own, uh - uh-eh-uh," the chuckling old man's laughter was like mocking himself.

"Uncle who did this to you?" ask Zhi Yuan.

"if you know, it means nothing more, at least our Princess is fine, it makes us happy" said the old man.

"Does Uncle have a Princess? why didn't you come when your mother died?" ask Zhi Yuan.

Tears melted from the corner of the old eye,

"While there was a little regret but hearing that she was okay made us so happy, I knew how our daughter was, she was so cruel to her. Yuan'er... If you don't mind can you help me one last time? but if you don't intend to help it's okay, your help today alone is like heaven approaching me, and of course I can't pay for it, I would be sinful if I offered a treasure to repay such kindness," The old man, and wanted to touch Zhi Yuan's feet, yet Zhi Yuan held him back.

"It's Uncle, although I'm not a good person, but I also know what to do as a human, tell Uncle if I can I'll try to help" Zhi Yuan said, closing his eyes deeply like there was a hint of regret with speech would help.

The old man nodded looking so relieved, though,

"did you see the bells at the gate? the son of the bell was a badge of the previous Emperor, the Emperor gave it to him before his death, saying if the badge holds so much truth, take the badge, he said, it's worth more than my life, give it to my daughter, you can leave her after she receives the badge," said the old man and pointed to an old, abandoned bell hanging in front of the partly broken gate.

"Uncle? how could you put a precious object in the open like that?" ask Zhi Yuan.

"The minds of those who want it, will be just like yours and will not consider it valuable just because of its place outside" said the old man.

Zhi Yuan's eyeballs suddenly moved,

"i didn't feel their presence before him, they were over 20 meters away, one of them could definitely read the lip movements of this old man," Inner Zhi Yuan.

The young man and quickly whipped out his sword shot towards that hanging badge, yet someone had already put his hand into that bell first, with a single slash the curved sword split the bell at once separating the fingers from the man in front of him.

the man was so shocked at losing a part of his palm, and his shocked eyes had to lose his body because the second slash had already separated his head.

sreessshhhss.....

Blood spurted on that broken gate, and one headless body began to collapse. Zhi Yuan took the badge and stuffed it into his storage ring. the young man jumped into the air and quickly jumped into the air and was now standing not far from the tomb he had made earlier this afternoon.

his shal had already covered the young man's sharp nose and slowly it shriveled and adjusted to the shape of Zhi Yuan's face, and now the prayer was like a veil covering the bottom of Zhi Yuan's face including the two symbols in the corner of his eyes.

illustration of Zhi Yuan (if death is no longer an end but a beginning)

His left hand held the sword that had already returned to at his waist, and his right hand squeezed its long hilt, and about 100 assassins were already in front of Zhi Yuan with weapons already uprooted, and, and the dense murderous air of each of his people shows they are not random people.

Not far from the place was a pair of eyes with a spotlight so cold was watching the events near the tomb that still looked new, which was, the figure was just sitting on a tree branch with legs crossed over on top of its other legs.

"We've been waiting so long now, and you've helped us with our work" said one man, who looks to be about 80 years old, whose face looks thin, whose long hair is shabby, several purplish veins appeared near his eyes.

Zhi Yuan nodded and his eyes began to count.

"Three legendary swordsmen from the demon sect, and 96 assassins in the expert realm, I will not succeed in defeating him, what this thing is so valuable that a person this strong wants him to be, I will not succeed in defeating him, am I really going to die here?" inner Zhi Yuan who had never met three warriors of legend at once, even in a great war.