Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

The Battle of Demonic Hill Bag. 5

The whistling sound stopped, along with the cessation of the footsteps of a grandfather dressed in black and white. It was Grandfather who was constantly staring at Pandan Wangi in the tavern earlier. Grandfather nicknamed Grandpa Hand of a Thousand. Pandan Wangi was downcast as if unable to look at the wrinkled face in front of him.

Grandfather of the Thousand Hands looked at Pandan Fragrantly. Then his gaze turned to Rangga who was standing beside the girl. Rangga smiled and nodded his head slightly. However, he must respect parents, even if he does not know, which group of parents he faces now.

"Pandan Fragrant..," the voice of the Thousand Hand Grandpa shook as he called out to Pandan Fragrant.

Slowly Pandan Wangi's head was lifted up. His eyes looked at the wrinkled old face in front of him.

"Bengal children, always make it difficult for parents!" grunting Grandpa Hand of a Thousand.

"Look...!" the sound of Pandan Perfumed stuck in the throat. Pandan Wangi glanced at Rangga beside him. Seemed very in the look of his face, if Pandan Wangi experience a very very nervousness. Rangga, who did not know the problem, shifted somewhat stretching from Pandan Wangi.

"Sorry, is my presence disturbing?" rangga's voice sounded polite.

"Hm, who are you, young man?" ask Grandpa the Thousand Hands.

"He's a friend, Cake," Pandan Wangi hurriedly said.

"Be quiet, Pandan Fragrant!" snapped the Thousand Hand Grandpa. "I didn't ask you!"

Pandan Wangi was silent.

"My name is Rangga" said the young swordsman.

"Why did you get to be with my granddaughter?"

"Just a coincidence" said Rangga remained polite. "By chance Pandan Wangi needs help."

"Bad boy! You always make people difficult" grunted the Thousand Hand Grandpa.

"But, Cake..," Pandan Wangi would explain, but his voice stuck in the throat.

"You see! As a result of your actions, Blue Banyu Village became full of demons and greedy demons. You know, what's the result of you, heh?!"

Pandan Wangi just bowed. Not even a little opening your mouth. Just raising my face was no longer brave. The Thousand Hands Grandfather looked extremely angry at him. To the extent that the wrinkled old face looked tense and reddened.

"If this were the case, what would you do?" grunting Grandpa Hand of a Thousand.

"Sorry, Cake" said Pandan Fragrant Weak.

"Sorry.., sorry!" grunting the Thousand Hand Grandpa was upset.

Rangga who did not know the problem at all so added confusion. He did not understand at all the thing that Pandan Fragrant fussed over with the Thousand Hand Grandfather. And it seemed Pandan Wangi was so scared and obedient to this old man. What's the connection between the two of them?

"Sorry, Cake. May I know, the question of what exactly is going on? And Grandpa what is Pandan Fragrant?" asked Rangga politely, without the slightest intention of offending.

The Thousand Hands Grandfather looked at Rangga. "Maybe my question offends you. But, may Grandpa tell you a little," pinta Rangga.

"How long have you known Pandan Wangi?" ask Grandpa the Thousand Hands.

"It's only been a few days" replied Rangga.

"What has this bad boy said?"

Without hesitation, Rangga recounted his meeting with Pandan Wangi. Also about the Book of Dragon Sewu and Dragon Sword Geni which is now being sought and contested by the people of the martial forest who think that the object is already in the hands of Pandan Wangi. Grandfather of the Thousand Hands gritted his jaw. His eyes were getting sharper looking at Pandan Wangi who was just downcast. Rangga was more confused, because the Thousand Hand Grandfather became even more angry it seemed. Really dead, he doesn't know what's behind all this. The appearance of the Thousand Hand Grandfather seemed to bring about new problems before the old one was finished.

"Original.., Pandan. When will your attitude change? You're not a snot anymore, Pandan.... You're a big girl and you're a grown girl" Grandpa Hand of a Thousand shook his head.

"I'm sorry Pandan, Cake," softly and softly the voice of Pandan Wangi.

"Ah, stop! That's always what you say. Excuse me.... Pardon me!

Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I don't know when else you're gonna do it. Well, now what else are you gonna do? Persilatan jungle figures already in Banyu Biru. Are you capable of dealing with those who are average above you?"

Pandan Wangi was unable to say anymore. He just looked down like a mouse waiting for fate at the hands of a cat. Grandfather of the Thousand Hands approached Rangga. His hand patted the shoulders of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti.

"Thank you, you have saved my grandson's life" said the Thousand Hands Grandfather. His voice sounds soft.

"Together, Kek. it is also just a coincidence, kok," said Rangga low.

"Behold, young man. Pandan Wangi is my own grandson. Both of his parents have died since he was a child. I left it to Kakang Abiyasa to educate her to be a strong female warrior. Unfortunately, Brother Abiyasa too soon died before lowering all his knowledge on Pandan Wangi. Since then, Pandan Wangi stayed with me upstream of the Banyu Biru river. But this kid is naughty, always making all kinds of things that invite danger."

"Then, what does this have to do with the Book of Dragon Sewu?" ask Rangga.

"This matter, I actually do not blame Pandan Wangi entirely. It was true that he had helped someone from the hands of the Four Butcher Demons. But his departure to the top of Devil's Hill, that's just his boasting! Especially if it was to spread the word of the wind that he had managed to find the Sewu Dragon Book. Huh! Those people are just stupid. It was impossible for Pandan Wangi to find the Sewu Dragon Book without possessing the Geni Dragon Sword at once. The two heirlooms were always side by side, inseparable from each other."

"So, the book and the heirloom sword still remain at the top of Satan's Hill?" rangga asked starting to understand the problem.

"Perhaps, I don't know myself" said the Thousand-Hand Grandpa. "The book and the sword did exist and were owned by a hermit. Maybe Pandan Wangi told you that."

"Rubber"

"Well, after the hermit died, the two heirlooms disappeared somewhere. Until now no one knew. Indeed, it has long been the forester looking for two objects that. But, it wouldn't have been this way if only this brat hadn't spread any false news!"

Grandfather of the Thousand Hands stared at Pandan Fragrant sharply.

"It feels like this problem can not be solved just like that, Kek," said Rangga rather muttered.

"It's true, inevitably I have to face them. There was no way they would just listen to words. They had all believed that the Book of Dragon Sewu was now in the hands of Pandan Fragrant," the Thousand Hand Grandfather seemed to complain.

"We will face it together, Kek," said Rangga.

Grandfather Tangang Seribu looked at Rangga not understanding.

"I've spread the news that the two things are still in the Devil's Hill. This I did to divert their attention to Pandan Wangi. In fact I also spread the news that the hilly was now controlled by a swordsman who is now studying the book, and mastering the Dragon Sword Geni."

"Crazy! That Demon Hill could be destroyed!" The Thousand Hands Grandfather was shocked.

"Forced, to cancel the intentions of those who only have mediocre intelligence. Well, maybe there are only a few people who still intend to look for the book. I've taken into account, those who stick to their intentions are people with quite high abilities."

"Then, what if they don't find your swordsman?"

"They must have found it, Cake!"

"Imust be!"

"The rider is myself."

"What...? Edan!"

"It's a crazy plan, but all the possibilities I've taken into account are cooking."

The Grandfather of the Thousand Hands just shook his head. He can no longer say anything. Everything is already over and it is impossible to pull back. In his heart he admired the courage of this young man who was willing to take danger regardless of his own safety.

"I think it's best to prepare yourself, young man. Let's go to my house for a few days," Grandfather Hand of a Thousand proposed.

"Thank you" said Rangga.

"Don't hesitate. Just think of this as a sign of my gratitude because you saved my wayward grandson's life!" again the Thousand Hand Grandfather glanced at Pandan Fragrant.

"Alright," sighed Rangga after receiving the twinkling of Pandan Wangi's eyes.

"Let's go before it gets dark."

Three days Rangga lived in the house of the Thousand Hand Grandpa. During that time, he established his techniques, especially the science of 'Sukma Breaker Sword' and the science of 'Cakra Buana Sukma'. Also, he assisted Pandan Wangi with instructions, so that the girl was more master of the moves.

While the Thousand Hands Grandfather always observed the situation in Blue Banyu Village. Today, since the sun appeared, Rangga and Pandan Wangi have been practicing together. And actually Rangga more provide the stabilization of silat techniques for Pandan Wangi. They practiced almost half a day. Pandan Wangi looks more and more steady with his Death Fan style.

The Swordsman Rajawali Sakti jumped back two steps. Pandan Wangi closed the duct fan, then they both turned out, bowing his body a little. Rangga stepped closer to a shady tree, then sat leaning under it. Pandan Wangi followed and sat down beside the handsome young man.

"You're not training with your sword, Kakang?" ask Pandan Wangi.

"No" said Rangga.

"Why?"

"I don't want to attract people. The Rajawali Sakti Sword is too dangerous, and I only take it out if necessary" Rangga explained.

Pandan Wangi just nodded. He had indeed seen the prowess of the Rajawali Sakti sword when Rangga was fighting against the Devil Eye Eagle. During the crossroads in the jungle with Eyang Abiyasa, Pandan Wangi just saw the prestige of a very powerful sword.

"Master, I still don't understand why are you spreading such false news?" Rangg as if mumbling. His eyes looked straight into the girl's eyes.

"On a whim," said Pandan Wangi.

"Sad...?" Rangga frowned.

"Yes, it's been a long time since I've met the characters of the martial jungle. I just want to gather them together, and see their divine sciences."

"Crazy! What the hell's in it?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you doing it?"

"I told you, just a prank."

Rangga shook his head. He did not understand Pandan Wangi's stupid attitude. Doing work that is just a fad, but the consequences are very fatal. Lives are played like they have no price at all. Rangga turned his head when he heard footsteps approaching Also Pandan Wangi, immediately he got up to stand up. It looked as if the Thousand Hand Grandfather was walking quickly towards them. Rangga immediately stood up as soon as the Thousand Hand Grandpa was almost there.

"The situation is getting messed up. Blue Banyu Village was like a magic battle arena," said the Thousand Hand Grandfather.

"Great..," said Pandan Wangi.

"Great, your bald!" grunting Grandpa Hand of a Thousand. "They kill each other, you know!"

"That's better, Cake. Means that will come to the Devil's Hill should think twice. The most who came was the one who felt himself strong, "it was very calm Pandan Wangi said.

"Huh! Your brain should be drained to clean!" grouse Grandpa Hand Thousand.

"Well! Is my brain dirty?"

Rangga just smiled to see grandfather and grandson fighting each other. The grumpy grandfather, his grandson likes to flirt. It would be fun to meet. It was like seeing two clowns on stage. Grandfather of the Thousand Hands continued to grumble. She pulled Rangga's hand and took him away. Rangga glanced at Pandan Wangi who laughed at the pleasure of being able to tease his grandfather. The Grandfather of the Thousand Hands invited Rangga to the banks of the Blue Banyu river, far from where Pandan Wangi stood under a shady tree.

"What's up, Cake?" ask Rangga.

"I got word that the Thousand Face Devil, Flying Blade, Red Shadow Devil, Black Steel Stick, and some other powerful figures had already reached the slopes of the Devil's Hill," the Thousand Hand Grandfather said.

"Hm.., so they have forgotten the Death Fan," muttered Rangga.

"Perhaps," replied the Thousand Hand Grandfather also muttered.

"Then, it's time for me to go to the top of Devil's Hill."

"You have to be careful, Rangga. They are all very powerful and cruel. Especially, you should be wary of the Thousand Face Devil. He has a lesson that can make opponents forget and submit to him. Hm...," The Grandfather of the Thousand Hands looked at the face of the Swordsman of the Milky Way. Looks like something's been worrying.

"What's up, Cake? Does it look like something was thought of?" ask Rangga.

"Oh, no! I just told you, just be careful with the Thousand Face Devil," said the Thousand Hand Grandfather.

"Is he higher in knowledge than others?"

"No, it's just that he has one privilege that no other has. It's a privilege you should pay attention to later."

Rangga still did not understand, but did not want to ask much more. At least this old geezer had given him one warning. He would keep in mind the name of the Thousand Face Demon. A name that seems to be very worried about this old man.

"You'd better leave later after Pandan Wangi goes to the river" said the Grandfather of the Thousand Hands.

"I understand, Kek," said Rangga.

"Thank you, they're not Pandan Wangi's opponent. The boy is still raw, it still takes a lot of time to plunge directly into the jungle of the martial."

Rangga smiled thinly. This old man looked fierce and grumpy, but loved his only grandson very much. Rangga could understand, and did not want to disappoint Grandpa Hands Thousand's expectations. Although not spoken, but from the tone of his speech Rangga can already know the clear meaning.

Meanwhile, the sun kept rising higher. The light is blazing, brightening glittering on the surface of the Blue Banyu river, sparkling diamond tubs scattered beautifully. Rangga sat on a rock with his feet soaking in the river water after the Thousand Hand Grandfather left him. His mind continues to be centered on the characters of the martial jungle who have now reached the slopes of Satan's Hill.

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The moon is shining full tonight. Its solitude covers around the upper banks of the Blue Banyu River. The light of the little lamp was played with by the cold night wind. A light that could not illuminate the entire contents of the Thousand Hand Grandfather's cottage. But it quite clearly overshadowed the slender body figure on the veranda of the cottage. Pandan Wangi looked straight ahead. His eyes did not blink looking at a white dot that was getting lost in the darkness of the night. There were clear water dots rolling on her smooth cheeks. Pandan Wangi did not realize that since then Grandpa Hand of a Thousand had been standing behind him.

"Rangga Rangga..," said Pandan Wangi slowly and softly.

"Pandan...," Grandfather of the Thousand Hands touched his granddaughter's shoulders.

"Oh!" Pandan Wangi was surprised. Hurriedly removed her tears and turned around.

"You crying, my granddaughter?" soft voice Grandpa Hand of a Thousand.

Pandan Wangi only let out a heavy sigh, then retreated and leaned on the porch of the little hut. His eyes looked back at the white dot that had disappeared from his sight. The girl's straight eyes pierced through the darkness of the night.

"What are you crying about, Pandan?" asked Grandfather the Thousand Hands remained softly his voice.

Pandan Wangi did not answer. The Thousand Hands Grandfather let out a long sigh. He really doesn't know that Pandan Wangi hasn't slept. It was supposed to be the departure of Pendekar Rajawali Sakti withheld goods for a moment. The old man could feel what was in the heart of this single grandson of his. It is natural that girls the age of Pandan Wangi glance at a young man, let alone a handsome and very high-headed young man like the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti.

"You love him, Pandan?" The Grandfather of the Thousand Hands instantly guessed.

Pandan Wangi was surprised His eyes were staring straight at the eyeballs of the old man in front of him. Really dead, and it was unexpected that his grandfather could guess the feeling exactly. He could not deceive his own heart, if his love had grown fruitful during his first meeting with Rangga. Only the arrogance and instincts of a woman alone made her able to endure not showing, let alone expressing love in front of the young man.

"You are mature, beautiful and have little provision in life. I will not forbid. This is normal and should happen to all living things. You should be thankful that in you there is still a fire of love that can grow."

"I.., I don't love her! Who said I was in love?" Pandan Wangi strongly denies.

"Your lips may say so, but your heart and your eyes say something else. I was also once young and have felt like you are now."

"I don't love him, Cake. He was just..," Pandan Wangi could not continue his words anymore. His lips were indeed in vehement denial, but his heart did say something else.

Grandfather the Thousand Hands smiled meaningfully. He stepped up and grabbed the girl's shoulder. Then take him for a walk under the light of the goddess of the night. Pandan Wangi just followed next to his grandfather.he did not budge as the old man's hand was embracing his shoulder. Even with the spoiled girl placed her head on Grandpa's shoulder of the Thousand Hands. They walked towards the banks of the Blue Banyu River.

"Your mother's father was a pair of very tough warriors. In his time they were known as the Pair of Blue Banyu Swordsmen. I loved them so much, even more so when you were born, Pandan. Dear Almighty faster ask before you can recognize the faces of your parents," Grandpa Tangen Seribu softly said.

Pandan Wangi just silently listened. This has been told so often. Banyu Biru is the birthplace of his entire family, including Pandan Wangi. Only the Thousand Hand Grandfather was always adventurous, venturing into the jungle of martial arts. This old man only settled in Banyu Biru after the death of Eyang Abiyasa, the father of Pandan Wangi's mother.

"Now you're my only descendant Pandan. I think it's only natural that I hope that you get a husband who can protect you from all kinds of world violence" continued Grandpa Hand of a Thousand.

"Grandfather..," suddenly Pandan Wangi stopped stepping.

The Thousand Hands Grandfather also stopped stepping! "Let it go, Pandan," whispered the Thousand Hand Grandpa.

Pandan Wangi followed his grandfather. His ears remained firmly fixed catching the footsteps of others who were as light as not touching the ground, following them. And the Grandfather of the Thousand Hands had also known about it. They are being stalked.

"Reuters, Pandan...!" suddenly the Thousand Hands Grandfather shouted out loudly.

"Yes...!"

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