The Sword God of the South

The Old Saddle

The temple is not very big. But also not too small. Perhaps the dilapidated temple was able to accommodate at least seven to eighty people.

Zhang Fei and Kai Luo were currently in front of the temple courtyard. It's scattered there. The dried leaves are here and there. Looking at the building, the paint that was attached was already peeling. A lot of leaks.

According to estimates, at least the temple has not been used for at least ten years.

The situation there is quiet. There was no other human being except the two of them. All that was heard were the sounds of animals coming from within the forest.

Kai Luo walked over to the horse, he took out two wine jars stored inside a bamboo woven basket, and threw the other one at Zhang Fei.

"Child Fei, you wait here. I'm going to the forest to find food" he said as he walked away.

"All right, Mr. Kai. Then let me find the firewood,"

He immediately stood up, then began to gather the scattered wooden branches.

A short while later, Zhang Fei had already finished his work. Now there are a lot of wood. He was just waiting for the arrival of the Tionggoan Strange Old Man.

"Hopefully Mr. Kai brought a large deer" the young man murmured.

He unsealed the wine, then began to drink it up several times.

Suddenly, Zhang Fei drowned looking over and over. It was as if something he had heard, or at least something made the youngster suspicious.

"Buddy inside, why don't you just go out? Let's have a toast" Zhang Fei suddenly said.

The young man's words were actually not too harsh. But because it is also accompanied by a boost of power, then his voice can be heard clearly up to some distance.

Right after the echoes of his voice disappeared, suddenly a roll of wind blew from within the temple. Followed later by the appearance of an elderly man.

The old man was wearing brown clothes. Her gray hair was tied up by silk. He has a rogue face with sharp eyes like a machete.

He then walked with light steps towards Zhang Fei. The old man only stopped when he arrived by his side.

"This ..." Zhang Fei gave his wine jar to the old man.

He also did not refuse. The old man accepted and immediately gulped it three times. When he finished, he gave the wine jar again.

"Sweet wine, really expensive wine" he said.

It turns out his voice is raucous. But it also sounds a little creepy.

"At least this wine can provide warmth," Zhang Fei chimed in with a smile. He looked calm, as if he was dealing with a person he had known for a long time.

"Why don't you ask your colleagues to show up? Who knows, they also want to try this expensive wine" he said with a laugh.

The old man frowned, he looked surprised. But then immediately nodded his head.

"Great young man,"

Finished he said like that, from within the temple also suddenly appeared two other people whose ages did not differ much. The two men were wearing dark green clothes. Their appearance is uniform. His face was equally fierce.

"We don't like expensive wine. We prefer hard wine" said the old man carrying a machete on his waist.

"Oh, what a pity. Though this is good wine," Zhang Fei lamented.

"You just finish the wine yourself. Faster, better," said his partner who carried the whip.

"Drinking wine should be calm. There's no rush," Zhang Fei said remained in his place.

To this day, he sat as before. Against the three old men who were already standing by his side, he was even as if not glancing at him at all.

Yush!!! Yush!!!

A moment later, right also, from behind the thickets, suddenly appeared dozens of people. Their movements were fast enough, so that in just an instant, the dilapidated temple courtyard was already full of people wearing colorful uniforms.

"Young man, why don't you stand up?" ask the parents who first appeared.

"I'm tired. So it's better to sit than stand,"

"Hemm .. You know? I'm the Old Traveler who doesn't like people who talk while sitting, whereas other people talk while standing up" the old man said, introducing himself.

"Well, talking while sitting is better,"

"Already, already .." the old man in green clothes who brought the machete mediated. Then he connected again. "Young man, you know it's not that we're not here to drink wine together, let alone talk to you at length,"

"Yes, yeah, yeah. From the beginning I knew that your arrival was not for these things,"

"It's good that you already know," his partner chimed in with a cold smile. "Our real arrival is to remind you not to interfere,"

"What are you interfering with?" zhang Fei asked as he looked at the person.

"Everything with all sorts of problems that occur. If the matter has nothing to do with you, you better shut up,"

"If I still want to interfere?"

"Then I made sure your life couldn't last much longer" the Old Traveler replied quickly. His voice turned cold. Cold and full of threats.

But Zhang Fei was undaunted. He smiled broadly.

"Old Traveler, dead life is already decisive. As a human being, you can't talk like that,"

"Buck! Don't talk much anymore. Now, go back to where you came from before it's too late," he spoke in a high tone as he gestured with his hand, so that Zhang Fei would return.

"I'm not coming back. I don't want to follow your words either,"

He looked at the three people in front of him in turn. A sharp and piercing look. Unknowingly, the three people felt the soles of his feet turn cold.

Whether it was because of fear, or because of what. Because no one knows for sure.

"You're really stubborn!"

The green-clothed person carrying the whip was already unable to contain his anger. As he said this, he put his right hand forward. His intention was to grip Zhang Fei by the neck and slam him hard.

Who would have thought, the attempt failed. He did not touch the young man's neck.

In his heart, he was astonished. Because the movement just now even though it looks simple, but actually very fast. With such a close distance, it felt impossible for the target to escape.

But the fact that the young man was not exposed to his grip.

How could he possibly escape?

The man became curious. He tried the same thing a second time. But still, the result is the same.

He did not manage to touch Zhang Fei's neck.

"Bad! You're tired of living!"

Yush!!!

He pushed his hand forward. He wanted to hit Zhang Fei with his great power. If only the young man had been hit, he would have suffered a broken wound.