The sword chant resounded, Ye Shaohan sheathed his sword, put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes tightly, and his spiritual energy swept out, covering the entire Luoxia Peak.
Under Ye Shaohan's powerful spiritual mixing power, clear pictures emerged in Ye Shaohan's mind.
There was snow falling from the nose, and the child was struggling to swing the sword in his hand, one after another.
In the Battle of the Sword God, it was not just Anjing who lost her parents, but other children as well.
Suddenly, several blasts of wind sounded behind Ye Shaohan. His eyes rolled slightly, and Ye Shaohan knew who was coming without even turning his head.
The figures of Boya and Ziqi emerged from behind Ye Shaohan. They stood behind Ye Shaohan, bowed slightly to Ye Shaohan, and said, "I have met the peak master!"
Both of them were extremely powerful in cultivation. Ye Shaohan narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled lightly, and said: "Senior Boya, do you know there is a girl named Jing Jing on the peak?"
"Quiet?" He frowned slightly, and Bo Ya pondered for a moment. A playful face appeared in front of his eyes, and he nodded slightly: "Yes!"
"What happened to her parents?" Ye Shaohan took back the sword and tied the Qilin Sword directly behind his back.
Although he didn't know why Ye Shaohan asked Anjing, Boya still answered truthfully: "Jingjing's father Ande is Ziqi's disciple, and Jingjing's mother is a disciple of Xiyue Peak. Marriage is not static in the sect, so,
Most of the female disciples in Xiyue Peak are married to male disciples from other peaks. Such unions are quite common in the sect. In addition to his parents, Jing Jing also has a grandfather, but he went out to perform any tasks decades ago.
During that time, her grandfather was seriously injured and is still paralyzed in bed. A few days ago, Huang Lingtian led his troops to attack Luoxia Peak, and Anjing's parents were tragically killed by the swords of men in black. Now, Anjing lives with her grandfather.
, usually, her grandfather’s life is taken care of by Anjing!”
Having said this, Boya couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He had met this well-behaved girl several times.
After a pause, Ziya continued: "We warriors do not have very high requirements for food, so we are responsible for all the food on the peak!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but have the anxious expression of An Anhui leaving in front of his eyes. Could it be that she just wanted to go back to take care of her grandfather.
"Peak Master, why did you suddenly mention Jing Jing?" Boya said slightly surprised. According to what he thought, how could a cultivator like Ye Shaohan notice Jing Jing?
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan smiled warmly and did not say anything. His eyes were still closed, and clear pictures emerged in his mind.
In this battle of sword gods, some lost their parents, some lost their wives, some lost their husbands, and some lost their children. However, the greatest harm was to those children who lost their parents.
"How many children lost their parents in this Sword God battle!" Ye Shaohan asked a rather solemn question.
Hearing this, Boya pondered for a moment and said, "Thirty-six!"
"Thirty-six?" Ye Shaohan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a dignified look in his eyes.
Although they didn't know what Ye Shaohan was thinking, Boya and Ziqi did not disturb him, but stood aside quietly. Snow was flying, and the falling snowflakes dyed their long hair white.
Because I have experienced it before, I know what it feels like.
When he lost his parents, Ye Shaohan experienced the heartbreaking pain, the helpless despair as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan's long hair covered with snowflakes was fluttering in the wind, and his martial robe made a hunting sound.
"They are our future, the future of Luoxia Peak!" Ye Shaohan suddenly said: "Every child should be loved, they are our future, the best future!" "The best future!" Bo Ya
He Ziqi repeated Ye Shaohan's words.
"I'm very happy that this sudden disaster did not destroy their confidence!" Ye Shaohan chuckled: "You said the future of Luoxia Peak is not in the hands of these children?"
Hearing this, both Boya and Ziqi had a strange feeling. The peak master was only a boy, but he kept saying that those boys were children.
In early spring, she is like a woman coming out of the palace, shy and strolling slowly.
The remaining snow from winter still dyes Luoxia Peak white, and its sparse snowflakes are still floating.
The bustling streets dispel the chill, and the sound of the piano floats in the courtyard.
A few meters away from the white silhouette, there was a tall and tall figure. The figure never tired of drawing out and sheathing the sword, and in front of it stood a cold stone tablet.
The sound of the piano gradually came to an end, and when the last musical note fell, the entire courtyard was quiet except for the roar of the cold wind.
Standing on the cliff with a sword in his hand, his martial robe was blown by the mountain wind.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the rolling clouds and mist at his feet. There was a hint of contemplation in Ye Shaohan's eyes.
Behind Ye Shaohan stood a group of teenagers.
The faces of these young people were somewhat reserved, and they looked at the figure in front of them with awe in their eyes.
Facing the peak master of the one-sword-destroying spirit sect, they all did not dare to be as casual as before.
Among this group of people, An Jing stood quietly by the side, with a peaceful smile on his face, and the exercises were clearly running in his body.
As if aware of the silence, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth, and he murmured softly: "Isn't this what a warrior should be like, if you don't advance, you will retreat!" The snowflakes were picked up by the mountain wind, and Ye Shaohan took a step forward in vain. In the astonishment of everyone,
As soon as he called out, Ye Shaohan's figure stood strangely above the clouds.
Turning his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the group of people behind him and said calmly: "Do you hate it?"
Surprised expressions appeared on everyone's faces, and everyone remained silent, but no one dared to look directly into Ye Shaohan's eyes.
"Isn't it a disgusting feeling to watch the person you are closest to die in front of you, but you don't have any strength to resist?" Ye Shaohan continued.
The plain words aroused the sadness in these people's hearts. This sad emotion flowed out like water overflowing a glass, and the air around them seemed to be infected by this sadness.
He stepped forward slightly, and as Ye Shaohan's right foot fell, an explosion sounded.
To everyone, this explosive sound was no less than the thunder that sounded in the sky. This sound also dispelled the gloom in everyone's hearts.
"Sometimes, things are not within our control, and what we can do is change the outcome of the matter. What this requires is strength!" Ye Shaohan continued.
Hearing this, Jing Jing and others all raised their heads and looked at Ye Shaohan thoughtfully.
Although they were young, they still understood the rules. Everyone was quietly waiting for Ye Shaohan's next move.
The baptism of blood has stripped away the childishness of these teenagers. This may be a unique cruelty for their age, but it is also a kind of growth.
Turning around, Ye Shaohan pointed to the kendo below that was covered by clouds and mist, and said lightly: "Does any of you know where that place is?" Jing Jing and others stood a few meters away from the cliff, and the clouds and mist below blocked everyone.
I didn't see the place Ye Shaohan pointed to.
With a faint smile, Ye Shaohan didn't say anything, but looked at everyone quietly.
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you. After a few breaths, Anjing took a few steps forward and stood on the edge of the cliff. Below him was the unfathomable cliff.
His face was slightly pale, but Anjing still stood motionless on the edge of the cliff.
The role of the leader was great, and everyone took a few steps forward without fear of the cliff below.
Seeing this, Ye Shaohan nodded secretly. The most important thing for a warrior is to be fearless. If you are afraid of this cliff, then how can you talk about chasing the peak of martial arts?
The cold wind whistled around them, rolling up the clouds and mist around their feet. Anjing and others stood on the edge of the cliff. In front of the cold wind, they had to use their spiritual energy to resist, fearing that they would fall if they were not careful.
Go down.
With a faint smile, Ye Shaohan turned around, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the rolling clouds, with a hint of smile in his eyes.
Taking a few steps forward, Ye Shaohan's figure gradually became hazy.
When everyone was surprised, Ye Shaohan's plain voice floated over: "Follow me!" Looks of astonishment emerged from everyone's faces like mushrooms after rain. Everyone was a little unbelievable. The peak master said to us before
Of?
After walking for a few steps, Ye Shaohan still didn't see anyone moving. He stopped, turned around, and said lightly: "Follow me!" Still silent, looking down at the unfathomable cliff below, everyone felt a chill behind their backs.
of.
If they fall here, what awaits them will be their bodies broken into pieces. Even adults dare not take a step forward, let alone these children?
"On the path of cultivation, we are always faced with the persecution of death. Faced with these persecutions, we have no choice but to choose to face them!" Ye Shaohan said calmly.
After saying that, Ye Shaohan didn't say anything more, turned around and walked towards the clouds and mist, his figure becoming more and more hazy.
Looking at the figure gradually disappearing, everyone still said nothing, with a look of hesitation on their faces.
No matter what, they are still children, and they always have fear in their hearts when facing death.
Jing Jing's figure was motionless as he bit his mouth with his teeth. His eyes kept falling in the direction Ye Shaohan left. Compared to other children, Jing Jing's expression was still so calm.
The scene of his parents' death appeared before An Jing's eyes, and the helpless despair almost overwhelmed An An's heart.
"Watching my loved ones die, I feel a helpless despair, which is very annoying!" Ye Shaohan's plain voice seemed to be ringing in Quiet's ears.
"Do you like swords?" "I don't like swords. I just want to use the sword to protect the people I want to protect!" "Oh! Then you have to become stronger. Only when you become stronger can you protect the people you cherish!"
"The most important thing as a warrior is to be fearless!"
Her face was extremely pale, and Jing Jing wanted to take a step forward, but the bottomless darkness swallowed up her heart, the fear that came from her heart.
This is not just the case for one quiet person, but also for others.