The Sword God of the South

The Farewell Sword

The more you hear Uncle Yan's story, the more you shake Zhang Fei's body. Unmistakably, the fight must have involved Yu Yuan and Yin Yin.

That meant, it was that person who had killed Yu Yuan!

"Uncle ... you .. do you know who fought the two girls?" ask her with a deep tone.

Uncle Yan stared intently at Zhang Fei. He could feel that the young man in front of him was going through an inner pressure. It's just, he doesn't want to offend that.

"If I don't get it wrong, the two of them are fighting against the Farewell Swordsman Wen Wu," Uncle Yan replied slowly and with great emphasis.

At the time of mentioning the nickname and the name of the person, it was clear that he felt disinclined as well as jeri. Even if I refuse to call it.

"Who exactly is that guy, Uncle?" ask Zhang Fei further.

He does not yet know all the important figures in the martial world. Therefore, he felt a little foreign to the figure called by Uncle Yan just now.

"You don't know who he is?" Uncle Yan glared in shock. He did not believe that the richest Zhang Fei did not know the Farewell Swordsman Wen Wu.

"No. Even hearing his name only just this time," Zhang Fei replied honestly. "I'm still green in the martial world, Uncle. So forgive if you do not know many figures of green jungle," he continued to speak while smiling bitterly.

"Oh, it's worth it," he nodded his head a few times. Uncle Yan kinum arak two cups, after that just spoke again.

"Dadik Fei, Wen Wu's Farewell Swordsman, he is none other than ... one of the Four Profound World Grandfathers," he said in a slow tone.

"What's? So, he ..."

"True, he is a respected heretic friend of the feared opponent,"

Zhang Fei was immediately stunned. He had not expected, apparently the one who had killed Yu Yuan was one of the Four Profound World Elders of black flow.

Well then, it was very natural that the girl could die quite easily.

He wandered long enough. The situation at the table was quiet. Uncle Yan did not speak anymore either. It was as if he was unwilling to disturb Zhang Fei's daydream.

Ten minutes later, he spoke again.

"Oh, it's appropriate that my friend died in his hands" Zhang Fei lamented.

"So, that dead girl was your friend?"

"The two are also my friends, Uncle,"

"Dear, what a pity ..." Uncle Yan sighed softly. He was very sorry for that fight. "But both of them are amazing girls. Unexpectedly, such a girl would have to be hit by a huge calamity,"

Zhang Fei ignored the remark. He even asked something else. "By the way, does Uncle Yan know why they fought?"

"With regards to this I don't know. Because everyone here only knew that the three of them had come from a deserted street and continued their fight in the middle of that courtyard,"

"Are out of all the people present in this wine shop, no one provided any help?"

Asked so, Uncle Yan could only bitterly smile. "Sister Fei, about this I'm really sorry. But ... try you to think, which human wants to have a problem with a figure like the Swordsman of Farewell?"

As explained above, the person they are talking about is one of the most feared heretical figures. With the ability and greatness of his name, who would want to deal with such a person?

Let alone the upper class warriors and individuals, even the existing parties it seems that no one wants to have a problem with the Patuk Persilatan World.

"Uncle Yan need not apologize. I quite understand what you mean. If it's in your position then, maybe I'll do the same thing, too,"

"Thank God, if you understand, Sister Fei. But, by the way why are you asking about this?"

"Ah, no, Uncle. I just want to know," Zhang Fei replied with a smile. The goal is that the lies he did not expose.

Uncle Yan only smiled. Even though he already knew that Zhang Fei was lying, he still did not want to discuss it. According to him, everyone must have their own rights.

After all, it felt useless if he banned Zhang Fei. For the young man will certainly not obey his words.

"alright. I just wanted to say, before you do anything, you better think carefully,"

"I understand, Uncle. But, may I ask you again?"

"of course. What do you still want to ask?"

"What about the fate of the other girl? Is he dead too?" zhang Fei asked with a serious look.

The other girl he was referring to was of course Yin Yin. He also wanted to know how he was doing.

"I know not. Only, the Farewell Swordsman has taken him away,"

"Go? Go where?"

"Sorry, Sister Fei, this matter I don't know," Uncle Yan replied with a heavy sigh.

"Ah, okay. Thanks, Uncle,"

Zhang Fei ended his words. Although he was quite sad for not being able to figure out where the Farewell Swordsman was taking Yin Yin away from, but at least he had managed to get quite a lot of information from her.

Not long after, Zhang Fei suddenly stood up. He went to Uncle Yan first, after which he immediately paid the drinking fee.

As soon as it was done, the young man resumed his steps. He walked to the middle of the yard. Zhang Fei stood there for a long time. Although the sun stung his skin, he paid no heed to it.

His pair of eyes stared meticulously at each corner of the courtyard. Finally he found something. The battle remains clearly visible.

That means, what was conveyed by Uncle Yang did not lie.

He stepped up and looked for another clearer battle. Not far from where he stood, Zhang Fei could find quite a number of clues.

In the yard there are still traces of human feet. There was blood here. Although only a little, but that alone has become evidence.

Looking further away, apparently the drops of blood were getting more and more and leading to the forest around the place.

Unknowingly, Zhang Fei followed him. He thought that the droplets of blood could be the clue that Yin Yin accidentally left behind.

Unfortunately, after he was in the depths of the forest, the droplets of blood suddenly disappeared. He found nothing else, except only dry leaves strewn on the ground.

"If the clue is not there, then where should I look for Yin Yin?" he asked himself.

Within on that, occasionally Zhang Fei also stared into the several directions. I hope he finds a new lead.