Alam Mandala
Youth story part 2

There is a great river on either side filled with green cliffs, if you raise your face to see how high the cliffs are, then you have to lift them very high, until it makes your head hurt.

I fell off the cliff at that time out of curiosity how high the cliffs were, to make me slip and finally fall into the cliff. But luckily I was saved by Shao Dong’er and a middle-aged grandmother who was the Goddess of the sword.

I still remember how a beautiful face full of fat and the smell of roses looked up at me full of worry. The face was very dark in color, like the roots of a tree, but it was very soft and smiling was admirable. He said, “Grandma! Grandma! Is he dead!?”

The grandmother who with her graceful demeanor then approached me and touched my forehead, then said, “She is not dead.”

Shao Dong’er sighed. “Sgratitude.”

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“That was the beginning of my meeting with the sword goddess of peach blossoms.”

“After that?” Zhizhu asked in astonishment.

Huang Tang then looked at his wife's shrunken face and gripped her robe. Then he felt Shao Dong’er's body getting colder. He then asked her, “Is it cold outside?”

Shao Dong’er nodded and held tightly onto his robe.

Zhizhu then understood if he could not hear the continuation of the story, then from that, he then stood up and said as he left, “I want to hear the continuation tomorrow.”

After Zhizhu left, Huang Tang then picked up his wife and brought her in. Once inside, he put his wife to bed. Right then, his wife opened her eyes and said firmly, “Dombaku, please close the window.”

Huang Tang just according. To him, those insults had become his wife's habit when calling him. But when it used to be when he practiced, it deeply pierced his heart. As he was still a little fat and Shao Dong’er called him a sheep every day, and his days, Huang Tang felt annoyed and continued to clash with him.

After closing the window, he then sat down on the side of the bed, while Shao Dong’er then got up and put his head on Huang Tang's lap with his body turned upside down, so that his back was now facing upwards, so his back was now facing upwards, and his head is facing down. Huang Tang then covered her up and said as he looked at the window, “Dong’er, I shouldn't be with you.”

Those are the words they often say, but from their inner selves, they both need and want to live together.

Shao Dong’er nodded. “but we must complement each other, like herdsmen and sheep.”

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While in another room, Bing Jiazhi was cross-legged facing the scroll of a thousand swords that had already opened wide before him. Pictures of circular swords and various shapes were seen on the worn out paper. The shape and scratches of ink that exist look unique to each. Are all the Swords painted, done by different people?

That was the first thought that came to mind. Then after a while, after observing more closely, he felt a different aura within each sword, plus the different smell and touch he felt on each sword, he said, made him conclude if the scroll was made by several people.

There are nine swords painted in a circle according to the direction of the wind, then there is one sword in the middle. The sword was very simple than the others, but it was because of its simplicity that it made it different from the others. And it directly caught the attention of Bing Jiazhi. He then observed it, then focused his attention on the sword.

To study a scroll, he had to focus his attention on the object on the scroll.

Bing Jiazhi closed his eyes, then opened them again. Now, he was in front of a waterfall with a height of 300 meters. It can make a terrible sound of water.

Huge green rocks were scattered in those rivers, and Bing Jiazhi stood on one of them.

Around it, there were only tall trees.

A man dressed in blue stood in front of the waterfall. His white hair looks very old.

The man then turned around and said, “After a long time, finally someone came.”

The river water then churned and a big wave appeared crashing Bing jiazhi.

Bing jiazhi then jumped to the side, then he looked at the man.

The water that became the waves fell back asleep and caused the sound of water breaking, then the splashes of water touched Bing Jiazhi's body.

The man then closed his eyes after he sat down cross-legged. The sword in hand turned into water then fused with the river water.

Bing jiazhi did not know why the man had attacked him, and did not know why he could be in a place like this. Now, he could only observe what the man would do next.

Not long after, a strong wind blew and blew away the leaves of the trees, then lightning struck in the sky.

The previously calm river water was slowly getting more turbulent and the longer it got harder. Slowly, from behind the man, a falling waterfall, a hand appeared and then a girl suit made entirely of water emerged from it. He was completely naked without a thread, but a pair of butterfly wings adorned his back to make him look perfect.

It is bigger than the ordinary human body. His white eyes emitted a terrifying aura.

Upon seeing it, Bing Jiazhi was shocked and realized what was in front of him at the moment. And after sensing his aura, he concluded, if it was ‘sword fairy butterfly! Which is very legendary it’

But then he thought again, otherwise the sword might be here and there was no way he could feel its power directly, for the sword has long been sealed in a place unknown to anyone, unless it is its possessor. Then, what was in front of him right now, if it wasn't the butterfly fairy sword?

Bing jiazhi then concluded that the sword in front of him right now, was a reflection of that sword, and all of this was probably a step to study the scroll of a thousand swords.

Pri the water butterfly then clenched its wings and flew towards Bing Jiazhi. He didn't attack her, just passed her, and then...

Piah!!

The water flew in all directions and the fairy was destroyed with no trace of it exploding.

While Bing Jiazhi then knelt down and he coughed, then pulled out a few sips of fresh blood. He then touched his very painful chest, which was precisely his heart felt pierced by something very sharp.

Bing jiazhi did not expect and did not take action during the attack, whether what was possessing his body at that time, so stupidly just silence.

He then coughed and spat out blood again. With a dark and bluish expression enduring the pain, he then looked at the man who appeared before him, and tried to ask, “Junk! Why are you attacking me!?”

Then he coughed again. This sudden anger is caused by his inadmissibility and defeat.

The man had a calm expression after hearing the swearing, after which, he raised his hand and waved gently to the right and left.

The water foam then fused together and formed a sword. The man then asked after a while the sword hovered in his hand. “You know this?”

As Bing jiazhi watched her, it was the same sword while on the scroll painting. And that fact surprised him, then coughing again and then spewing blood.

The man said again, “This is a very precious sword, but this is only his intention. Imagine, what if this sword is an actual sword? Then you've been made sure you're dead.”

The man then waved his hand to the right and the sword then disappeared. “Back later.”

Bing Jiazhi then suddenly returned to the room and he coughed and vomited fresh blood again, after which his gaze disappeared and he suddenly did not feel his body again, in the end he was unconscious.