The Sword God of the South

The True God of the Sword

The atmosphere there was quiet again. After Zhang Liong did not speak, Zhang Fei did not say anything. He just lowered his head as low as possible.

At this moment, there was indeed nothing else worth talking about. Except just shut up and listen to the messages from his grandfather.

"Two years, two years have passed. Time feels so fast. Actually, I still want to be with you. Too bad, reality is no longer supportive,"

Zhang Liong let out a heavy sigh. In fact, he himself felt unwilling to part with his grandson. But what power, reality has said otherwise.

"But, Cake. I can still stay here longer," Zhang Fei suddenly replied.

"Basic fool!" the old man suddenly cursed himself. "You know, the longer you stay here, the more human lives you'll lose,"

"I mean, Grandpa?"

"You don't have to ask. Because you know the answer yourself,"

Zhang Fei closed his mouth again and lowered his head. In front of his grandfather, he could not do much.

Let alone to lie, even argue with him, he was unable to do so.

After all, what Zhang Liong had said just now, he had indeed understood his point.

That means, the martial world is now really bad. His country is on the verge of collapse. Especially the world of his.

"Child Fei .." after a long silence, Zhang Liong finally spoke again.

"Now your abilities are more than enough. Your swordsmanship is perfect too. All the moves contained in the Book of Sword Gods, you have mastered it well. Even better than myself. Supply to travel in the martial world, everything is qualified,"

"But you should never be so high-hearted. Especially looking down on your enemies. You must remember that there is still sky above. Even if you're great, there's definitely a lot more great characters. The world is so vast. So is the martial world,"

"Do you understand?"

"I understand, Cake,"

"good. And remember, even though you have mastered the style of the God Sword Book very well, but you have not become a Sword God,"

Zhang Liong paused for a moment. Sipped her wine a few times, then looked at her grandson's face.

"You know, how can someone who can already be considered a Sword God?"

"Of course it is he who already possesses invincible swordsmanship" Zhang Fei replied firmly.

"You're mistaken" he said, shaking his head.

"I'm mistaken?" zhang Fei asked while frowning.

"Yes, you're mistaken. Although your words have a point, the truth is not like that. The one who had become the Sword God, was the one who had managed to unite himself with his sword. The sword is he, and he is the sword. You can understand your sword, as well as your sword can understand you,"

"More than that, a Sword God, there is no need to carry his sword,"

"Why is that?"

"Because his sword has been fused together with his spirit soul. The sword is no longer in his hand. But it's in the heart" Zhang Liong said as he held onto his chest, right where his heart was.

"Now you're a long way from getting to that point. But if one day you can achieve it, then at that very moment, you have turned into a Sword God,"

A cold mountain wind suddenly blew. The smell of flowers in the garden, suddenly smelled.

The atmosphere there was again gripped by silence. Zhang Liong was watching Zhang Fei closely.

While the young man himself, was currently drowning with the messages given by his grandfather.

For a long time, both of them sat in a silenced mouth.

"Now the time has really come" he said suddenly. "Child Fei, clean up your luggage, and get out of here right now,"

The old man spoke without turning his face away. It was as if he had intentionally done so that his granddaughter would not know, that at this moment he was holding back a feeling of sadness.

Almost her tears fell down her cheeks. Fortunately, he strengthened his resolve. So that the tears did not really fall.

Meanwhile, Zhang Fei also immediately got up and walked into the hut.

He did not want to dispute his grandfather's words. Because Zhang Fei understood quite well what his true nature was.

"I'm done, Cake," he said as he got right behind Zhang Liong.

"good. I have a little job for you" he said later.

"What task is that?"

"You go to the house of Reporter Cong Lai. Look how it's doing. I feel like he has some business, let alone that his man never comes here again. If he is in trouble, help him. After all, he's the one who's been helping me this whole time,"

"Good, Cake. I'll definitely do this job,"

"There is another task. You go to Bukit Selaksa Bunga. There was an old hermit. Tell him you're my granddaughter who's gonna be my deputy,"

"Vice what, Cake?"

"You'll know for yourself later,"

"alright. I'll definitely go there,"

Zhang Fei did not want to ask much more. If his grandfather would not answer, he would never force it.

"Now, go, go" he said, gesturing by hand.

"Good, Cake. I'm leaving right now,"

He then bowed and worshipped three times.

This is his last honor. Zhang Fei knew that after he went down the mountain, he would never see him again. Even if it was just for a moment.

Because he also understood, now his grandfather's task was done.

No more questions that make him worry. Therefore, he did not ask, he already understood that his grandfather would isolate himself in a place that is completely unknown and discovered by other humans.

And in the end, the old man will leave. Go and it's not possible to come back.

Unable to bear it anymore, Zhang Fei's tears suddenly fell soaking the ground beneath him. He held back those tears. Unfortunately, he couldn't hold on much longer.

After a while, he immediately stood up. Zhang Fei turned around, then immediately darted off using the science of lightening his body that had reached a high level.

Just a few breaths away, the young man, now twenty-two, had vanished from sight.

Once the shadow of his grandson's body had completely disappeared, it was at that moment that Zhang Liong turned his body around.

It turns out she was crying. The tears had melted out. The wind blows with sadness and pain.

The flowers that were blooming suddenly fell. The blazing sun was suddenly covered by a gray cloud.

"Good fight, my grandson. You can definitely achieve that dream of yours," he murmured while giving a smile.

A happy smile, as well as a smile that brings sadness.