The Sword God of the South

Rapid Increase

But even though his abilities are now far improved when compared to before, but according to Zhang Liong, it is still not enough.

Once upon a time, Zhang Fei asked about his progress.

And instantly, the old man who always wore all-white clothes replied in a serious tone.

"Your current abilities have indeed improved greatly, son Fei. But that's far from enough. At least you still have to train your swordsmanship for another year. At that time, I think the provisions you have are already mumpini,"

"I suggest this so that you do not find much difficulty when you are facing problems. Just so you know, in the martial world today, there are so many shrewd figures. Whether it is from the white stream, or from the cult. Therefore, you must be more active in training your swordsmanship,"

What Zhang Liong said was indeed true. Zhang Fei himself realized that.

Therefore, after getting an answer, he never asked again.

Every day, he must always train all his abilities. Not only swordsmanship and bare-handed science, even Zhang Liong always trained Zhang Fei to be a human who was always meticulous in any case.

Although his age is advanced, but it turns out that the old man is very disciplined.

Whether there was a rainstorm or whatever, Zhang Fei still had to practice. A minimum of ten hours each day.

At first, the young man felt tormented. Moreover, ten hours was the least amount of time. If things were fine, he could even train more than that.

But because he was used to it, Zhang Fei did not feel tormented any longer. He even began to feel there was less if not practicing even for a while.

Basically it is. A thing that makes us forced, but if we continue to get used to the compulsion, then over time, the compulsion will turn into a habit.

Everyone seems to understand a theory like this. And everyone must have experienced it too.

While on the other hand, during the training of his grandson, the more time he grew, Zhang Liong also increasingly knew that the child was indeed an extraordinary talent. Especially in silat.

On that basis, he secretly felt very happy. Because in the end, there will be one more successor from the descendants of the Zhang Family, who will later become great warriors.

He's sure of it. He also believes his hope will truly be realized.

Therefore, Zhang Liong did not hesitate to teach all the knowledge he had to be passed on to his grandson.

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It's still morning. Zhang Liong was still as usual, he was sitting on a boulder while accompanied by a wine jar.

The tiger and the white monkey were at his side. The two beasts were playing around. While in the middle of the courtyard, there was certainly Zhang Fei who was practicing.

The more the day grew, the wider the same smile on the lips of the old man.

He was really proud to have a grandson like Zhang Fei.

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Three months later it was back.

Today, exactly two years had Zhang Fei been living in the White Cloud Mountain. That means, it has been two years since Zhang Liong taught his grandson.

It's still morning. The morning sun had just climbed high up. Eve in the White Cloud Mountain still felt a bone-chilling chill.

Grey clouds appear to decorate the universe. Fortunately, the rays of sunlight appeared. So that gray cloud clumps can disappear immediately.

Zhang Fei was still in a state of training. He was demonstrating all the swordsmanship contained in the Book of the Sword of the Gods.

Zhang Liong was still watching him closely. During these two years, he had never intervened to test Zhang Fei's abilities.

"Child Fei, if you're done demonstrating all these moves, come here immediately" Zhang Liong said through his mind.

The young man did not answer. He continued his training. After all the moves are done demonstrated that, he just approached the grandfather.

"You tired?" zhang Liong asked as if he did not know.

Zhang Fei did not answer. He just shut up and breathed.

"Then, just rest. After your strength recovers, you'll come again,"

"Okay, Cake" he said quickly.

Zhang Fei stood up. He immediately walked to the river. He wanted to drink that cold, refreshing mountain water.

Some time later, after the sun was almost overhead, the young man had returned again.

He returned with a wine jar that had just been taken from his hut.

"Sit down" Zhang Liong said as soon as he was in front of him.

Zhang Fei sat down. He unsealed the wine, then immediately chugged it twice.

"How long have you been here and training under my guidance?" ask without further ado.

"Today is exactly two years, Cake,"

"good. It turns out that in addition to your silat science that is progressing, your memory is also improving," he said while laughing.

He drank wine. Then continue speaking again.

"Child Fei .. Do you know that now is the right time?"

The old man began to speak in a serious tone. The look in his eyes had even suddenly turned sharp.

"A good time for what, Cake?" zhang Fei asked as he looked at her with a clueless look.

"A good time for you to go down the mountain,"

Deg!!!

The young man's heartbeats immediately thumped hard. A cold sweat suddenly poured from his forehead.

The right time to go down the mountain, doesn't that mean, it's the same as farewell? If he went down the mountain, wouldn't he be able to meet his grandfather again?

For a long time he was silent. Unknowingly, a powerful look of sadness was painted on his handsome yet cold face.

"You sad?" zhang Liong asked even further.

"No, Cake," the young man replied covering up his true feelings.

The old man smiled. Although he knew the truth, but he did not want to mention it. Because according to him, there are still things that are far more important.

"Sad or not sad, ready or unprepared, you have to accept it. In this world, everything is arranged in such a way. There is day, there is night. There's black, there's white. Similarly, there was a meeting, there must have been a farewell,"

He stopped for a second. After taking a breath, Zhang Liong again continued.

"But all of that goes back to their individual assumptions. Day or night, it's the same. So too with meetings and farewells. The two are not much different. Even if we don't see each other again, I will always be by your side, as long as your heart remembers me. That long I was with you. And vice versa,"