The Northern Sword God
The Dark Night that makes a broken heart
Patriarch Xia then tried to stare at the sword scratches on the rocky cliff. At first he only saw that there were only meaningless scribbles on the stone wall. But over time after staring at the sword, Patriarch Xie was shocked in his heart.
The streaks began to twitch like the shadow of a middle man performing a complicated sword move. The deeper he noticed the first scratch, the more dizzy his head became. Over a hundred variations of sword movements within the first scratch.
Time passed and as it came to a realization from a long daydream, Patriarch Xie threw away his face from the scribbles of the sword on the stone wall ..
"I can't take it anymore. The first movement variation was too complicated. If I insist on staring at that sword scratch, I fear that I will be glued to that stone wall, then forget about time, contemplating sword techniques day and night.
Maybe I will continue to reflect on this sword graffiti tomorrow !" said Patriarch Xie. Glanced to the left and right...
Patriarch Xie was shocked. It turned out that he was talking alone. Mr. Yong and Aqildi Ayel were seen at a distance of two spears, where he heard the young man teach Shaman Aqildi Ayel magic spells to defend against magic monsters.
The sun is tilting further west, while the color of twilight is creeping towards darkness. Suddenly Mr. Yong's voice sounded speaking,
"I think you've mastered this defensive magic. Even if not for magic fights and attacks, but these spells will be powerful for your magic defense and make magic creatures afraid. Hopefully this short lesson will help the Wu Yi Tribe in the future" Sima Yong said.
Patriarch Xie was getting moved.
"Mr Yong is so good, he besides lowering Immortal Ranked sword techniques, also imparting knowledge to our Shaman"
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"What is the name of the sword technique you passed down to our Wu Yi Tribe?" Ask Patriarch Xie.
"I haven't given him a name yet. Please Patriarch name it as you wish" Sima Yong replied.
Long thought, then Patriarch Xie returned to speaking,
"Then I will name Master Yong's Ten Steps Sword. Is it good to hear?"
Sima Yong gawked to hear his name being mentioned in the newly revealed Sword Technique. The answer..
"I think it's a good name"
"Wu Yi's tribe should remember your name. Later in the future, our young geniuses will fight with their chests continuously, and will proudly mention aloud, if this Sword Technique is a relic of a Sword King" said Patriarch Xie staring ahead.
The three people flew back to the Wu Yi Tribe's camp, as Sima Yong was planning to leave the Northwest Land that night as well.
When Sima Yong said goodbye among the large group of Suk Wu Yi who had ushered in his departure, Patriarch Xie still had time to warn Sima Yong,
"Mr Yong... Can't you wait until tomorrow morning, when the chickens are crowing and when the unwanted night creatures have returned to hiding?
Why should you choose the hours of a dark night to travel? Often people experience misfortune, death due to the shadows of the night that is not known what it is. I want you to wait last night in our camps"
"I knew... I always warned myself that nights are dangerous times. But I have reckoned carefully, and will try to fight against the shadows of the night that have always been the source of human fear on the fringes of the borders"
Patriarch Xie then bowed deeply, he saluted the youngster who was now starting to sit on the Phoenix's back. Patriarch Xie's actions were followed by a deep bowing action by everyone in the Wu Yi Tribe.
The news of the bird blowing in its contents told that Master Yong had passed down a high rank Sword Technique, only for the geniuses in the tribe. Not to mention other stories that Shaman Aqildi Ayel has had a new magic spell, to reject reinforcements (catastrophe or misfortune) so that the people of the Wu Yi Tribe become more relieved through cold nights.
Everyone was grateful to Mr. Yong, whose young people were secretly harboring passion, for being the best among other young people, in order to be allowed to learn the immortal sword technique that Lord Yong had descended.
Later, the world of the Central Plains will be shaken with famous swordsmen from the Wu Yi Tribe. They fought valiantly and perfected the name of their Qilin Clan. Orhideya would become the first SAGE among the nine Central plains Nine Star Clan.
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With one long flap of wings. The phoenix had moved far away like it was teleporting, and it had suddenly been several tens of spears in the direction ahead. The world seemed to be in the shadows, and then the shadow of the high tents, whose edges were always fluttering with colorful flags, disappeared from Sima Yong's sight.
Sima Yong breathed deeply into the scent of the autumn wind from the North, which carried a hint of the fragrance of forest plants such as the fragrance of pine trees and the scent of oak.
The journey to Negri on the West Bank is expected to take five days of travel, and tonight is the third night of Sima Yong's journey using the spirit Phoenix. Nothing happened to shake them during their day-night journey.
"Living a day and night on another trip, then we will arrive at the border of the West Bank" inner Sima Yong.
That night the moon still appeared to be in the shape of a large crescent, not round because it had passed the full moon. But the scythe's slight light the moon grew darker as the stars became covered in a thick fog, so that the darkness would break the hearts of night-time walkers and adventurers.
Sima Yong had sensed something somewhat different this evening so he had become more alert. That moment of time was around the third fart, when suddenly Sima Yong felt his blood as if it was freezing slowly. The cold crept slowly, followed by a loss of happiness in the heart.
Then he glanced down, towards which the grasses his spirit Phoenix was flying low through the grasses and shrubs. The area around the creeping cold feeling showed a slow death, where the grasses began to wither, the bushes turned dry..
"Eve of death !,
He is the happiness-bearer.
Aqildi Ayel said not to look at him, or he would show his form and then eat the victim cruelly" Sima Yong's inner self. His hand felt a spatial ring.
Because of the coldness of something, so bringing a strange air and taking away the happiness of living beings, the spirit Phoenix to the point of stopping flying, floated slowly without flapping its wings.
Then something that carried cold whispered softly, the chill felt around Sima Yong and the Phoenix. His voice sounded like a voice coming out from an old well unoccupied, reverberating so ancient it made the sense of happiness fly away even more...
"Look at me, man, and then I'll crush your bones, tear up his flesh, smash your bones and suck all your marrow. Look at me !"
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