The Northern Sword God
The Goddess of Virtue
The young lady - Ouyang Qing instantly became nervous as the hermit turned around and looked at her kindly. The gaze of the eyes was so deep, it made her feel like she was thrown into the deepest abyss that she had never imagined. With a stutter Ouyang Qing said.
"Great Sages, thank you for helping this despicable me. Such a noble master, willing to help a despicable woman like myself" he again sobbed. After being able to calm down,
"D-Can I know your name? Later if Heaven wills, Ouyang Qing will return the favor of master"
Ouyang Qing placed the baby carefully, then she took a kneeling motion and saluted the man she considered the recluse.
The recluse man woke Ouyang Qing from his prostrate position - just by moving one hand from afar. Ouying Qing was startled, as he felt that his body had drifted, then slowly descended to the ground.
"My name is Yong. You can call me Yong" replied the gracious ascetic.
Ouyang Qing repeated back in his heart, the name of the ascetic. Then he said,
"Mr Yong. Be kind you will always remember Ouyang Qing forever.
Later if I Ouyang Qing cannot repay your kindness, I hope that this little boy will become a valuable figure and he will repay your debt of kindness.
Even if we have to die, Ouyang Qing promised. In later life even though I became an animal, this goodwill we will reply" his face was sad. He felt so despicable as a human race, willing to make himself a slave to the demon race.
"No need to think about it" replied Mr. Yong.
"It is the duty of our fellow men to help anyone in distress"
He hurriedly pulled something out of his ring. And it was an ordinary pendant, the necklace was made of white iron. The jewelry stone in the pendant is a milky-white, inconspicuous and non-essential luxury object.
He handed the locket to Ouyang Qing, he said.
"Put this locket to your baby. The evil magic aura of the demon race that accompanied him from birth, would fade with the passage of time.
After all, by wearing this thing, believe me your baby will no longer be tracked by the demon race group. Let one shaman atu papun, will not be able to detect the baby" explained Mr. Yong. The next..
"If this pendant is worn regularly, try never to take it off until this baby enters the age of five years, surely all the evil aura that befalls this baby - as a descendant of the demon race will disappear. So was the small horn on his head" Master Yong smiled warmly at Ouyang Qing. He gently continued.
"I'm sure, you don't want your child when you grow up, this unprayer child will be a mockery of other children, right? I'm rewarding this baby with a trail-removing pendant and a curse remover"
Silence, there were only sounds of birds squeaking between the rustling of leaves and twigs that fell to the ground.
Ouyang Qing's tears were flowing non-stop. He always never endlessly thinks about the fate of his baby later. The pendant given by Mr. Yong who he considered a gentleman was the next unexpected thing and a gift from Heaven. The kneeling scene full of thanks is repeated..
******
That morning the birds chirped along the forest. Peaches seemed to be ripe because of the season, and the man stepped foot out of the forest of willow trees to a city in the west called City of Falling Stars. That man was this Lord Yong or Sima Yong.
Currently he planned to go to the South while looking at the scenery on his leisure trip. During this time he always sat on a spirit ship or magical animals so that the opportunity to enjoy the beautiful scenery on the way, always missed.
"North and West of this continent I have explored. South, East and Middle have not yet been visited.
South is the closest area to the west here. Visiting Atid while picking up my Phoenix, was the first thing I would do" he thought cheerfully.
After breaking through from the transition realm between the SAGE and the Immortal Crossing Realm or commonly called the Immortal Crossing Quasi (quasi means pseudo - half a step) - his Constitution had stood firmly in the True Realm Crossing Realm Immortal (Not quasi or pseudo or fake realm or half-step designation anymore).
Now the level of his cult has become completely illegible - it usually terrifies great practitioners, because one is unreadable his cultivation, is the most dangerous practitioner.
With the illegibility of his cultivation level, he actually felt an advantage. Now he is often thought of as just a wise man or a common man who does not understand the world of martial cultivation.
Along the way from the westernmost willow forest, approaching the Falling Star City, he always met the convoy of displaced commoners carrying their property and family. Weary and frightened faces filled the faces of the refugees.
The demon race clan was rampant and killing blindly, thus causing a split among the many streams in the west here. War, robbery, the ends of which suffer the most are the common people, the mortals who understand nothing.
Often he also found small villages that had been burned down, maybe in the plunder of robbers who took advantage of the situation, or if the village was burned by warring groups.
He stepped up to the second floor and chose the seat closest to the window.
"Please bring me steamed bread without fillings, stir-fried vegetables and spicy tofu. For the drink, just bring the best jasmine tea drinks in the west.
I have not tasted the fragrant tea of the western region of this Silver Continent for a long time" he said with a friendly smile.
"Good priest. I know that a saint like you does not eat meat" said the waiter, rushing to the kitchen.
Sima Yong was instantly flabbergasted.
"He thought I was a priest of a certain religion? It is only fitting that throughout this journey no one would intend to rob or disturb me. There were a lot of people being polite and respecting me" he thought with a laugh.
Suddenly he stopped from his daydream. His ears heard three pairs of feet stepping on the steps of the stairs to the second floor where he waited for his meal.
"Three practitioners in the realm of the Boundless Realm?" his inner.
He didn't even have to turn his face to look. To the expert of his class, he only needed to catch the vibrations and signals coming out of the practitioners while stepping, and he instantly guessed the level of the target's cultivation.
The three practitioner figures who had just entered the second floor of Pavillun Asoka stepped hastily and directly took the most corner stool. His mind instantly caught the signal and concluded.
"2 Men - rank Boundless Realm and one woman - rank Boundless Realm" inner Sima Yong.
Although the appearance of the three people looked like three male-type practitioners, yet an Immortal Crossing Expert could not be tricked by just the outer appearance. He confirmed that one of the three practitioners was a woman !
The three ordered food, then whispered softly - but our good man could still hear their conversation.
"We're going to attack them tonight. I heard. some girls who were forcibly taken from small clans, in the chalices and brackets of those demon clans at the Goddess of Virtue temple, on the edge of the city" a male voice sounded.
"It's true that damned demon man. They even dared to defile the temple of the place of worship by making it a place of the abode of poor women who they would make slaves of lust or cultivation experiments" the female practitioner kicked down the table because of the snob.
"Sttt !" the other friend gave a warning.
Of course the buzz that caused the loud noise invited the gazes of dozens of pairs of eyes that immediately set their eyes on the table of the three practitioners. Then clumsily, they made a gesture of apologizing and went back to silence.
A few moments later..
"I said what. You're too emotional. We should have acted extra carefully. Remember ... Our patriarch has ordered that our ambush plan not leak" a voice of authoritative reprimand is heard
"Our life is at stake if only we act negligently to prepare for this ambush. For a long time we did this spy duty, then when we get the information of the existence of the demon clan with its captives, you will make a mess just because of emotions?
Keep your emotions your little sister" scolded the man who looked the oldest. The man-dressed girl simply bowed to and apologized repeatedly.
The state of the restaurant and drinking house of Pavillun Asoka was calm again. All visitors refocused on the food at the table, the sound of visitor conversations and the clanking of chopsticks was heard again.
******
That night was quiet. The rain that had fallen to the earth since the afternoon had not subsided. Longer and harder. The grains of water that fell on the roofs of houses, looking like beans gushing from the sky, scattering here and there.
Faintly seen three figures flashing skipping lightly on the ridge of the city residents' houses. Light and nimble, like a flying racecourse and ready to pounce on something.
The cold, emotionless moon was seen rising into the sky, desperately trying to pierce through the rain to shine a desolate empty courtyard that seemed uninhabited. The three shadowy figures jumped into the courtyard of the Temple named the Goddess of Virtue Temple, walking quietly above the puddles of rain.
None of the three figures realized, deep in the corner of the deserted temple building, that, the cheeky spies glared at them like the ingenious gazes of a fox and the most venomous views of a poisonous snake.
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