The Sword God of the South

Never Feel Burdened

Zhang Fei could not deny this. During this journey, he had already been pretty much involved with all sorts of problems.

Even the problems he had faced, there were some that could be said to be quite complicated. One of them was the problem with the Black Banner Party and also the Perverted Devil Party.

More than that, he was also often involved with fights against individual warriors.

What if what he said just happened? Could he possibly face them all? Can he complete this task well?

All sorts of questions suddenly appeared. Shadow after shadow began to flash in his mind.

"Most likely it is like that," said the Shadowless God Arak who also did not deny his words. "But, just calm down. If you're in a very difficult situation, there's gonna be someone to help you,"

"All right, sir, I understand. I hope that I can finish this task well," Zhang Fei said trying to give some encouragement to himself.

"It can be" he said, patting his shoulder.

The Shadowless God Arak suddenly rose to his feet. Zhang Fei followed him immediately.

"I have to go first, Fei's son. Because there's still work to be done right away,"

"Good, Sir. Hope your job is done soon,"

"Thank you" he said with a smile. "Remember Fei's son, even if you bear the burden, but never feel burdened,"

Finished speaking like that, quickly the Shadowless Arak God darted. Just a few blinks, he had already disappeared from sight.

Zhang Fei was still there. He stood up like that.

Right now, the youngster was trying to permeate the meaning contained in the final utterance of the Shadowless Arak God.

Even if you bear the burden, but never feel burdened.

Long ago, Zhang Fei looked for answers. After a while, he suddenly smiled.

"I understand. Yes, I understand now," he said with excitement.

He really feels happy. Because in the end, Zhang Fei was able to obtain new knowledge again. Although it may be useless for martial arts, but the science just now, is clearly very useful for life.

Yush!!!

Zhang Fei immediately left from there. He wanted to bring a white horse that had forgotten to be stored in the storage area of the horse owned by the restaurant earlier.

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A few days have passed back. Zhang Fei continued on his journey tirelessly. In the end, within the next five days, he had already arrived at the foot of the Five Fingers Mountain.

Apparently, the mountain was standing right at the end of Yunnan City. The Five Fingers Mountain stood firmly among the towering hills.

Looking from afar, he could see that on the top of the mountain there was a stone that resembled five human fingers.

Perhaps because of the stone, the mountain is called the Five Fingers.

At that time, the time had already indicated the afternoon. Zhang Fei walked as he led his white horse on a small street.

In every empty place, he could see that there were quite a number of tents erected all of a sudden. It seems like the people who sleep in the tent, are martial world warriors who deliberately want to participate in the struggle for heirlooms later.

While continuing to step foot, Zhang Fei silently looked at everyone he met. From this, he found that what was previously suspected was indeed true.

All the humans around the Five Fingers Mountain region, almost all of them were martial world people.

Although there were quite a number of traders opening stalls around the area, but still, the number of warriors was far more than those merchants.

Zhang Fei looked ahead. There he could see a wine shop. Wanting to drink, the young man decided to visit.

Once he arrived, he first kept his horse and was left to graze. When he finished, he went straight inside.

"Uncle, I ordered a hard wine of one urn, fresh meat of one crate," he said.

"Okay, Young Master. Please wait a minute" replied the shopkeeper.

Zhang Fei nodded. He then sat down in an empty chair.

A moment later, suddenly from outside there was someone who entered and directly walked towards him.

"Brother, can I sit here?" ask a man whose age is old.

"Of course you can, Uncle. Please, please sit down," Zhang Fei said kindly.

The old man was wearing dark green clothes. His whitened hair was tied and pierced by a konde made of Kemala stone. On his back was a curved machete. The shape of the machete is very different from the machete in general.

"Margaku Ma, my name is Liang. And what's the name of the young brother?" said the person introduced himself kindly while asking questions.

"Oh, hello to Uncle Ma. I myself am surnamed Zhang, my name is Fei" he replied honestly.

Ma Liang nodded his head several times. He looked at Zhang Fei carefully. A few moments later, he looks shocked. It seems like he managed to remember something.

"So, is this the young, much-talked-about swordsman?" tanyanya.

"What does Uncle Ma mean? I don't understand,"

Zhang Fei acted as if he did not understand Ma Liang's words. In fact, he already knew what the old man was talking about.

"Ah, Young Master, don't be. I'm pretty sure you must be the young swordsman in question. Didn't you some time ago, you once destroyed the Party branch headquarters ..."

"Ah, it's just a coincidence, Uncle. After all, I didn't do it myself," Zhang Fei said cutting off the conversation quickly.

He was afraid inside the tavern that there were people from the Black Banner Party. If that were true, he would have a new problem.

"Oh, it turns out you're the one. I'm really lucky to meet you. Reportedly, your swordsmanship is very, very great,"

"Uncle Ma don't believe in it too much. Sometimes, people often exaggerate" Zhang Fei said, trying to humble himself.

"But ..."

"Uncle, I beg you, don't keep talking about it. I'm just worried that things might happen that aren't desirable,"

Zhang Fei spoke slowly. He was afraid that someone would hear the words just now. But deep on that, his face also looked like it was begging.

Ma Liang who witnessed this quite understood. "Alright, I won't talk about it anymore" he agreed.

Along with the completion of the speech just now, from inside there the shop owner appeared and walked towards him. He carried a tray containing Zhang Fei's order.

"Please, Young Master," he said as he served the order.

"Thank you, Uncle,"

Zhang Fei immediately opened the wine seal. He then poured it into two cups.

"Let's have a drink together, Uncle Ma"