The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 259 - Legendary Storyteller
"Then what are we going to do next?"
Ye Long finished his work, approaching the master who was sitting on a pile of fallen trees. The young man thought deeply to the point of not being so aware that Ye Long was already next to him.
"Hey, employer? Is something bothering you?" As usual Ye Long sat himself down hard until the ground was like a tremble.
"Nothing." Finally the man caught his presence, throwing a glance at the cold blind night. A ray of orange light the sun translucent behind a tall tree. A cool beach breeze came towards them with a calming atmosphere.
"You forgot your humanity?"
The question came out just like that when Ye Long thought about it, he thought Xin Chen didn't need to think too much about what she said just now but that her master was already speechless. His face raised to look a pair of eyeballs that now look hollow.
"There are two answers. Probably and almost."
"Well, you always put on a face like that. It is as if all the trouble that befalls this world is the result of your negligence. You press yourself too deeply and that's what makes you forget where you were at first." Ye Long snorted, then he moved by spouting a hint of fire underground. Carve something carefully.
Xin Chen recalled that Ye Long had also carved something, but this time, the dragon was much more proficient so that what he carved was clearly drawn.
A line fused together, triangular to a small box. Form a simple picture of the house. Ye Long grinned with satisfaction at seeing that masterpiece of his.
"You start here. To save your home. It's simple, but the farther you go, the simpler it becomes difficult." Ye Long followed everything he had ever known about Xin Chen. As the only human he knew, Ye Long never let go of his attention from the master. Even though he had to be thrown away any number of times, Ye Long felt that he would never be able to leave his master.
This time Ye Long did not use the fire and instead took the branches of the tree that had been broken, spinning and circling while sticking to the ground. It looks like some human form. The dragon stopped, then spewed a huge fire into the picture of the house he had just made.
"The house you're protecting is destroyed by something big that you can't avoid. And everyone suffers from it. You pile on the load and consider yourself a pain because you can't protect a precious home for you. Until there, your mind is fucked and you leave everyone behind. You're afraid, I've heard your cries a lot at the end of the year."
Xin Chen did not understand what Ye Long meant, he never cried as he remembered.
"The flute is proof of your grief. You're afraid people will see you collapse and all hope is directed at you. You were afraid to repeat it again, when you failed to save your father. Maybe, compared to the fox I don't know anything about you yet. But ..." Ye Long this time meant it.
"I always watch your steps. No matter how far you run, I want to always follow you. Because I feel we're the same. We both feel lonely. We both lost our homes. And want to run after what's supposed to be fought for."
At a glance, the dragon's pitch-black eyes dazzled the beautiful blue luster. Xin Chen smiled involuntarily, there was something that made him much calmer. She did not know that, but Ye Long turned out to have much better words than just nagging and asking for food.
"By my company until the end of all these wars."
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Basically paying the land tax money was the thing that the lowest clans in the far reaches of the Empire had to do. There is a group of no man who is said to have never sworn allegiance to any leader. In the chain of their descendants, it has never been explained about the origin of their arrival and it continues to be a question that raises arguments between communities.
Yuangxe's chat. The slums were dirty by the floodwaters and the remnants of the blood of the animals. They resembled a group of humans in thick clothes made of animal skin and fur. Have tapered and pointed cheeks and above average body height. Two hundred years ago, the Emperor granted land rights to guarantee their lives. The generous emperor offered kindness to their leader and was approved with all due respect.
But that kindness did not necessarily make them join the government of the Shang Empire. Generations descended on the land without forgetting their ancestors. The YuangXe people are known to be independent and closed to outsiders.
Lately something happened that made the land of YuangXe untouchable. That caused anger. Basically they do not have the right to the land and just a loan. Yet their actions were as if spitting on the Emperor's gift of giving them a place to stay.
Until finally there was a civil war that spilled blood on the land.
The storyteller decapitated the story to sip green tea. Hot smoke billows on the water, the morning air is still so felt carrying the cold. He pressed his thick clothes so that his body was warmer. The tea shop this time was much quieter and someone asked him to come there. Just an ordinary young man, he didn't quite understand why that person needed him.
Piao Qi, the man who had lived seventy years was unable to clearly see the appearance of the young man before him. Piao Qi was known as the Legendary Storyteller in his prime, he was once the greatest swordsman in the village. His name soared after carrying out an important mission to rescue the village chief's daughter. His nickname itself was given because every time he came home from duty, the man always remembered every detail of the thing he went through.
Whether it was about the characteristics of the enemy that even numbered in the tens. And the stories of war and the background he had heard. The man was endowed with an unusually sharp memory. Even at this very old age, he is still often needed to find old information that is not written in any book or history.
After enjoying a quarter of his tea, Piao Qi cleared his throat. "I can't guess haphazardly, but what can I say now is that there is indeed something that the YuangXe people have protected for two hundred years on that land. No one would have thought, they had so many great warriors. Even their youngsters" Piao Qi shook his head, "It could be twice as high as you. They were strong and incomparable to the natives of the Shang Empire. If they are strong, then that strong sense will be double that of you."
Logic is an undeniable reality. The offspring had blood that was different from that of the natives in their own land.
"Then, what do you think they're hiding?"
Piao Qi lowered his face as he approached Xin Chen.
"A long-destroyed heirloom."