Swordsman Without a Name

Flute and Verse of Longing

Cakra Buana and Mei Lan looked at each other again. Their eyes met, there was another eye radiance of the two. Feels soft, warm and soothing.

"Grandpa!!!" said the beautiful girl. He directly pulled Huang Yang Qing's beard.

Of course the old man was feeling rattled. But he still did not stop laughing.

"Oh, ouch, yes, sorry, sorry. Aii very fierce this grandson of mine," he said while stroking the beard that felt very painful.

"Sit down" he commanded.

Mei Lan immediately took a seat by her grandfather's side. He did not dare to show his face. That pretty face always hung down in embarrassment. His heart was beating hard.

Especially when the young man's eyes were staring gently at him.

Cakra Buana also knew, even though the girl was downcast, she was actually secretly still glancing at him.

"Well, now you believe that Mei Lan wasn't kidnapped?"

"Trust me," he answered a little nervously.

Inwardly, Cakra Buana might say, rather than being kidnapped by people, it is better for me to kidnap her myself.

"I suggest you be careful, son. Now that you yourself know that you are the target. My advice, quickly deliver the book to the Rajawali Sakti College. That way, at least you were released from the heavy burden," Huang Yang Qing said giving advice.

"I also think like that Pangcu. Faster is better, but does Pangcu already know who spread this fake news?" ask Cakra Buana.

"I don't know yet. But my men are looking for more information on this. Hopefully we can get a bright spot,"

"Hopefully so. Pangcu, can I ask you a question?"

"What do you want to ask, just ask," the old man replied.

"Actually what heirlooms will be contested later during a big meeting?"

"Aii, you don't know yet? It's a book of magic and two thousand-year-old ginsengs,"

Cakra Buana was surprised to hear that. Then what his father talked about yesterday was not wrong. If this is the way, after all he must fight over the ginseng.

"Am I allowed to have one of those heirlooms?"

"Of course I can. Anyone can come, but, what heirloom do you want?"

"I only need that thousand-year-old ginseng Pangcu,"

Huang Yang Qing nodded his head a few times.

"May you get it. Now the heirloom is somewhere. The place is heavily guarded, and in time it will be opened. At that time it is certain that all martial arts world heroes will be present there. You have to be careful,"

"Message Pangcu I will always remember" replied Cakra Buana.

"good. We'll meet there later. Don't forget, I'll wait for your arrival with my granddaughter," he said as he glanced at Huang Mei Lan.

"If Little Lan pleases, after delivering this book, I will definitely come again,"

"A real man will not betray promises" the grandfather said with a smile.

"That's for sure" replied Cakra Buana.

The two drank wine together.

Huang Mei Lan secretly felt how happy her heart was. She's in the flower now.

According to his calculations, when Cakra Buana came back to catch up with him, he felt that he had perfectly learned all the knowledge inherited by his grandfather.

They talk about joyous things. The situation in the room became more familiar.

Without feeling it, every time Mei Lan laughed, Cakra Buana would look at her.

The young man felt that if he laughed, the girl was several times more beautiful.

At nightfall, Cakra Buana asks for permission to say goodbye. He will continue his journey slowly. In addition, he would look for lodging for his sleep.

Although the old man offered to stay there, Cakra Buana refused. He still feels ashamed, however. Especially if it remembered the old grandfather's kindness.

"Alright if you want to keep going. Don't forget if your task is done, pick up my granddaughter," she recalled as if she was afraid the young man had forgotten his promise.

"Pangcu Castle. Whatever happens, I'll keep my promise,"

If the young man was already determined, then anything would not be able to shake his resolve. Even if the earth was destroyed, he would still come to Mei Lan.

Even if his life was lost, with his success, he would still come to him.

If a real man has promised, abstain from retracting the promise.

The moonlit night. Spring has arrived. The fragrant fragrance of the blooming flowers pierced his nose. He really likes this kind of situation.

The young man walked leisurely. As if he had thought of nothing. As if he had no problems at all.

Most importantly for him, he had to enjoy this atmosphere.

In front of there was an inn, Cakra Buana immediately reserved a room. After getting the room, he headed straight there.

The room is upstairs.

Cakra Buana was already sitting at the window looking at the beautiful moon beside the star.

Without feeling it he picked up a bamboo flute then started playing the tones of yearning.

Obviously, from here alone he misses his lover who is far away.

My lover

Even though we are separated, our hearts remain united

At night I offer you a prayer

What do you think you are too?

I'm here with a million yearnings

Every moment is your face

Every moment reflects your smile

Are you the same as me?

Now the distance is stretched

But my love is still you

I miss your caress

I miss your voice

Wait for me to come home

Be patient, my goddess

I'm going back

To you …

Without feeling she was in a moment of joy while occasionally playing her flute. His voice went far away. Instantly the atmosphere in the surrounding area suddenly melancholy.

Everyone who heard the poem and the sound of the flute coupled with the energy in it, surely they would feel the same.

Everyone wondered who blew the flute and it was so beautiful?

Unfortunately no one knows.

The moon is rising. The wind blows softly. Flowers bloom.

Cakra Buana has stopped playing the flute. Now he was looking into the distance.

Suddenly a shadow flashed between the roofs of the building. Number of three people. It seems they are chasing each other.

As a young soul, his feelings were certainly immediately haunted by curiosity.

The Nameless Swordsman closed the window and went there.

Unfortunately, while he was chasing, the shadow was no longer known traces of him. He went straight back to his camp.

When he arrived, someone knocked on the door.

Cakra Buana saw a servant standing at his door. He carried one urn complete with several pieces of meat and his cup.

"Who is this from?" ask the waiter.

"From the inn, sir. Here every guest is always getting one urn of wine. One of these jars is free, but if you add more, you have to pay" he said with a friendly smile.

"alright. Thank you, if I don't call you back later,"

Cakra Buana closes the door after receiving the urn.

As for the maid, before leaving, she seemed to be smiling mysteriously.