"When you disappeared in the Northern Territory, everyone thought you died together with the evil spirit of the God of Eater, but no one knew that you were because of a woman."
Yan Zhou paused and said, "Master, he feels very guilty about what happened back then."
Qin Jian'an shook his head: "It has nothing to do with him. After so many years, I have figured it out.
At the beginning, I only blamed myself for not being by her side."
The woman they mentioned was naturally Qin Feng's mother.
Eighteen years ago, demons and ghosts rioted in the four regions of Daqian, and the Garuda tribe showed its fangs.
For a time, the war was in chaos, bones were exposed in the wild, and there was no rooster crowing for thousands of miles!
At that time, Qin Feng had just been born, and his mother was in need of care. However, a monstrous ferocious beast appeared in the Northern Territory and devoured all living creatures within a hundred miles in one night!
Qin Jian'an, as the commander of the Northern Territory, naturally cannot sit idly by and take orders in the face of danger.
A great war turned the world upside down, turning hundreds of miles of land into ruins, with no sign of life.
Although he won, it was a miserable victory. How powerful were the demons and ghosts who participated in the Night of Divine Food?
And the one that invaded the Northern Territory is the best among them!
He survived by luck, gained a deeper understanding from the battle, and gained further strength.
However, when he returned to Fengtian City, he was struck by a thunderbolt from the blue, which shocked him to the core!
Qin Feng’s mother is dead!
It’s just that demons and ghosts appeared all over the four regions at the same time. There was actually a demon as powerful as the ancient gods and demons that invaded Fengtian City!
Although the demon ghost was defeated by the God-Suppressing Siyu and had half of its body broken into pieces, and fled Fengtian City, Qin Feng's mother slept forever in a temple.
She originally wanted to pray for Qin Jianan and hoped that the latter would return safely...
But things are unpredictable. Qin Jianan came back alive, but she left.
It was also from that moment on that Father Qin gave up his identity as the commander of the Northern Territory and only wanted to protect his family.
"That demon ghost appeared in the Southern Territory after being repelled by the master." Yan Zhou said calmly.
"I know." Qin Jian'an replied.
He would leave Jinyang City from time to time, apparently to go out on business, but secretly, he was also tracking the whereabouts of the demon who was as powerful as a god and demon back then.
But after so many years of searching, I found nothing.
Fortunately, this time I came to Wanjian Sect because I was worried about my daughter-in-law, and I found some clues...
It has been a long time since the two of them chatted together like this. They recalled the days when they learned martial arts together under their master.
Recalling the years when the dragon and the ghost leader in the south guarded the northern and southern regions.
But they all also understand that those days are gone forever.
Some things only become more cherished when they are lost.
"You won't blame me if I let your son join the Demon Slayer Division, right?" Yan Zhou suddenly said.
"This is his own choice." Qin Jian'an replied calmly.
"Then again, when will you tell them your true identity? You can't hide it forever."
When Qin Jian'an heard this, he showed a slightly confused expression. He took the wine bottle from Yan Zhou's hand, drank it up, and then wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth.
If your identity is exposed, unnecessary trouble will inevitably follow.
Now that Feng'er and An'er don't have enough ability to protect themselves, he, as a father, is naturally worried.
"There will be a day, but not now."
...
"Li Xiuzhu didn't agree." Yue Hexuan sighed to the old man Baili in the ancient pavilion.
"As expected, these inherited families are very old-fashioned and stubborn. It is not easy to make them change." The old man said casually.
"What should we do? Only we, Wanjian Sect and Sword Emperor City, claim to teach martial arts to others?"
This matter has been planned for many years. Now that the Huarong Road in the Southern Territory has been established and demons and ghosts are rioting everywhere, it is the best time to implement it. Yue Hexuan naturally does not want to miss it.
Every time he saw his deceased classmates on the stone tablet, he would feel sad.
If there were more high-quality warriors in the world, unnecessary sacrifices would inevitably be reduced.
This is what he expected to see.
"If you want to change the minds of the world, one of the three masters of swordsmanship is indispensable." Old Man Baili shook his head.
"But Li Xiuzhu is a stickler. When I went to see him this morning, he even sent the elder of the Li family to send me away and refused to meet with me.
It's obvious that he has become determined after eating the weight." Yue Hexuan frowned.
The old man shook the wine glass in his hand: "Since ancient times, Bingwu has paid more attention to raising swords in sword boxes and handling swords than improving his cultivation.
Although this makes their sword-wielding skills unparalleled in the world, their lack of strength often causes their disciples to be seriously injured by the sword energy when practicing sword-wielding."
Yue Hexuan didn't understand what he meant: "If you gain something, you must give something up. The shortcomings of Bingwu Lijia martial arts are not a secret. Why are you suddenly saying this?"
The old man smiled and said: "If I remember correctly, the elder who came with Xiuzhu from Lijia this time was injured by sword energy when he was young.
The meridians of three fingers on my right hand are completely broken, and I have no chance to enter the third level realm in this life.
You said, if someone helped him heal the injury to his meridians, and then used this as an opportunity to talk to Li Xiuzhu again, would the chance be greater?"
When Yue Hexuan heard this, a golden light appeared in his eyes.
The eldest elder of Lijia is very senior in the family. He is Li Xiuzhu's uncle, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the fourth level of Shenwu.
But because the finger meridians are damaged and the energy cannot penetrate the whole body, it is impossible to enter the third level in this life.
If someone could cure his injury, it would be a big favor to Lijia.
Just like a few years ago, some members of the royal family wanted to take advantage of Bingwu Lijia's route, and brought the royal doctor to Lijia in an attempt to cure the damaged meridians of the great elder, but they returned in vain.
"You mean to let that boy..." Yue Hexuan obviously wanted to understand something.
The old man showed a meaningful smile and did not answer.
...
On the other side is Bingwu's resting place.
The elder Lijia, who was wearing a long robe and had white hair on his temples, said: "Although he sent Yue Hexuan away, he threatened to come back to look for you again.
It seems that he really wants to encourage the three great kendo masters to teach their martial arts to outsiders and break the situation where all the sects and aristocratic families keep their broomsticks private."
Li Xiuzhu looked out the window and replied calmly: "How can the thoughts from ancient times be so easy to change?"
The great elder nodded slightly.
At this time, Li Xiuzhu noticed the bandage wrapped around the elder's right hand and asked with concern: "Does it still hurt when I wield the sword now?"
The great elder did not deny it: "After so many years, I have become accustomed to it. "
He seemed to have thought of something, and after hesitating for a moment, he still said: "Actually, although the training method of Bingwu Lijia can exert a combat power that far exceeds that of others at the same level, it is important to cultivate and control the sword.
The method of not re-cultivation will do too much harm to the young disciples.
If you can learn the cultivation method of Wanjian Sect, then..."
"Great Elder!" Li Xiuzhu shouted softly.
"I made a mistake." The great elder sighed, clasped his fists and left.
Li Xiuzhu looked at the retreating figure, and after a long time, he also sighed.
The situation of the Great Elder is not an isolated case. In Bingwu Lijia, countless geniuses suffered from the backlash of sword energy when they were young, and the root cause of the disease fell into place.
Since ancient times, many people in the family have tried to change their practice methods, but how easy is it?
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